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noisytenant · 11 months

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how safe are weed vapes compared to like regular vapes? I've recently heard vapes are like horrible for you cus you're just smoking a shit ton of chemicals but does that depends on what's being smoked?....since you said the weed is just being heated up is there less chemical intake overall or just less combustion byproduct like you said before (sorry if this makes like no sense I'm not familiar with this stuff at all or how it works lol but I also had a really bad experience with edibles and have bad lungs so I just wanted to know a bit more)

Hey sorry for responding so late I had gotten most of this post done after you first sent it but I ran out of energy and got too perfectionistic. Anyways here it is:

Excellent question! The first formal modern e-liquid vape was only released in 2003, though various attempts had been made earlier, which means we are still researching the long-term effects they have on health. When the average person says "vape", they almost exclusively mean "e-liquid vape".

Currently, what we can see about e-liquid vapes: They're not very good. They do reduce some smoking risks (no tar) but introduce other risks, and have a reputation of being safer and a potential smoking cessation aid while a reality of unregulated and poorly sourced ingredients which can cause acute and lasting lung damage.

Dry herb vaping, which is what I recommend, is much more straightforward, but only recently popularized and thus still needing more research.

At the risk of being a square: Any time you intentionally inhale something other than air, you're introducing more risk than if you simply never smoked or vaped anything. But like don't let that stop you, we take on risk all the time, that's what harm reduction's all about babey

Dry Vapes are Not Vapes

A vape or e-cigarette is a device that heats and vaporizes a liquid carrier with a suspension of the psychoactive chemical, either nicotine or THC. These are what people think of when they think of vapes, and these are generally the most problematic for having untested and unregulated chemicals while being touted as healthier.

A dry vape/dry herb vaporizer is the method I recommend, which heats the plant material (or concentrate like wax--I haven't done this myself personally) and evaporates the cannabinoids and terpenes without combustion. It's basically like baking your weed in a tiny oven.

This method was popularized most recently in 1993 with Eagle Bill's Shake and Vape, though apparently the principle of boiling vapor has existed since ancient times.

General Smoking Health Risks

Tobacco and weed both produce "tar" when burned--a catch-all for a variety of chemicals, many of which are carcinogenic, produced during combustion. The tar isn't made from the THC or the nicotine, but from the plant matter itself and its additives. If you burn plant matter and inhale the smoke, you inhale a certain number of toxic and carcinogenic chemicals.

There is some conflict on if smoking weed causes cancer. It certainly doesn't carry the same correlation as tobacco, but the reasons are unknown. We don't have long-term studies verifying a connection between the two. Very preliminary lab tests suggest that THC and CBD have antitumor effects, but it'll be a while before we can figure out the deal. There is still risk!!!

Regardless, the deposition of tar in lungs is an irritant and increases risks of things like bronchitis. For someone with asthma or weak lungs, smoking of any kind causes problems.

E-Cigarettes, or e-liquid vapes

E-cigarettes were manufactured to counter tobacco cigs starting in 2003. An e-cig heats a liquid with a suspension of nicotine, atomizing it into droplets of vapor that are then inhaled.

The liquid is usually propylene glycol or glycerol with other additives like flavorants. It seems like propylene glycol and glycerol have been safe for ingestion as a food additive, but being atomized in an inhaled form is pretty new and the effects aren't well-known.

The major issue is that we don't have a standardized and proven-effective vape juice formula. E-liquid is poorly regulated and many samples contain entirely unidentified substances.

This is the major cause for concern.

THC vape liquids have similar issues, including being cut with Vitamin E acetate, which was correlated with a string of vaping-related lung disease, though not fully confirmed to be the culprit.

Hopefully this delineates why vaping, as in e-liquid vaping, is problematic, and why dry vape is comparatively safer.

Why dry herb vape?

The boiling of the material introduces fewer (but not 0) unknown or undesired chemicals into the airstream. You're primarily getting the cannabinoids.

On a user experience level: It's quite weed-efficient, the weed tastes better w/o the smoke, it produces less smell, the vapor is less harsh on the lungs (you can and will still cough if you inhale too much tho), not much less portable than a joint

You can get a bong adapter and get megahigh still (I do have a bong but I don't like getting that fucked up)

Some vapes can heat concentrates, wax, etc. for potent highs (I haven't done this. But you can. Research yourself)

The already vaped bud (AVB) can be saved and reused for edibles, extracts, and concentrates; it's gonna be stripped of a lot of the psychoactives already, but not all of them--obvs be mindful of dosing here

Downsides: You do have to recharge battery vapes and get over the learning curve of batteryless (I'm pretty shit at using mine). You also have to clean your equipment every once in a while which is nbd for me who likes cleaning but yknow it does require upkeep. Easier than cleaning a bong tho

So, could you dry vape tobacco?

You can, but you probably shouldn't. Nicotine itself is highly physically and psychologically addictive and classified as toxic, and while it isn't considered carcinogenic, it is potentially a tumor promoter.

Pretty much everyone I know who's on nic tells me they don't like it, they wish they could quit, and they would never want me or anyone else to start.

Last, some Dry Herb Vaporizer Tips

Controlling the temperature allows you to control which cannabinoids are released to a certain extent.

Hot vapor can still irritate your lungs. Keeping a relatively low temperature (Guides indicate the best range) and having a long enough vapor path that the vapor can cool will help you have a smoother inhale.

Do not use a vaporizer with cheap elements. Plastic near the heating element will cause by-products.

Contaminants and pesticides can be inhaled, source your material appropriately

Overheating can still cause combustion. You will smell, taste, and see smoke if this happens.

All the physical and psychological risks of weed are present--Take it easy, know your limits, don't vape or smoke when you're in an unstable state, etc.

Thanks for reading, I hope this helps you make informed decisions and potentially find a way of intaking weed that suits your needs :) If you have any more Qs I'll try to answer (IN FEWER WORDS)

#indexed post #LONG POST #weed #vaping #vape #dry herb vaporizer #Also I don't want to plug brands that hard you can look on reddit for recs but #I got a combo deal of the potv ONE (battery) and the dynavap M (batteryless) for like $160 on sale and #while its an investment it's very worth it imo. Again the general efficiency and the AVB add a lot #I am not a heavy user by any means but I like. Have so much weed. I cant go thru it all.#Cuz its very efficient you can squeeze like 2-3 sessions out of one chamber of weedwhich is like #Idk how much goes into one pot its probably like 0.5-2g.

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zan0tix · 1 month

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Hi tumblr user Zan0tix, I have to say that I love that you draw Jake as big and hairy AND fem. It's such a rare combination outside of mean-spirited caricatures, every time I see your Jake I get a big smile on my face. :)

Hi tumblr user HermitCyclop ^u^ here is a jake drawing for you 🫶

The transmisogynistic demonisation of these features is so maddening!!! I agree! Im glad that the intent (appreciating these features) of my jake design reaches you c:

GOING TO PUT IT UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY. But jake english gender meta because i think about it Too Much and am taking this as an excuse to infodump abt it. 😁

The alpha kids and their specific defiance of both homestucks gendered narrative AND real life societal expectations are so fun to think about to me!! but since we are talking about jake, his specific defiance of both homestucks models of masculinity and femininity in the context of his queerness is like the reason he is my fav character.

He props himself up that he wants to be the adventure "hero" in the homestuck sense (the hardheaded blue femme fatale) and the western media sense (the hardheaded action man) yet whenever pressed to actually act on what he says he always refuses or obfuscates. Because really what he wants is to just be himself! I really love the alpha kids because they all just want to be Themselves, not be restricted and defined by what is expected of them, (all the characters have this but the alphas particularly really hammer this home for me)

The heavy emphasis on their beta selves, the heteronormative archetypes they embodied and what went wrong in their lives that manifest as fears in their alpha selves... im always thinking about it. How differently society affects queer ppls choices in life and then the fact that they all get a second chance and getting to watch them live out that second chance and realize their queerness and them all caring so much abt eachother and wanting to aspire to be better FOR the ones they love!!!!!! it always tugs at my heart strings to ponder😢😢

IM SO GOOD AT GOING ON TANGENTS MY BAD but basically. The alpha kids explicit queerness and how despite the comic itself protesting, they are all shown to be deserving of love (of all kinds) And as a person who super heavily relates to jake, his experience with his own identity (and dirks unending adoration and love for him and likewise jakes belief and admiration of dirk) serves to me as a reminder that yknow! We are all worthy of love!! Even if we dont think ourselves to be (this is just the message of shrek.) and there is always hope to be found in things improving!!!!

But in a text thats explicitly queer and not shy about letting its queer characters do wrong in realistic ways i think this message is incredibly powerful and certainly one of the best things about the comic in my eyes. And i love embracing that in my art of the characters! Drawing queer (but here specifically trans) characters all getting to be proud of themselves and their appearances makes me feel proud of myself alongside them and I think its wonderful to be able appreciate other trans peoples experiences and looks through it too!!

I specifically in homestuck fandom dont really see anybody but twinks (usually dirk or eridan LMFAO) portrayed to be fem in any manner 😢 when jake is the most explicitly feminine man in the comic. (I think the transmisogyny thats kind of rampant in this fandom means people dont want to consider those outside conventional attractiveness being feminine or transfem identities outside binary transwomen if even that😭😭) I am being the change i wana see in the world 🙏 The amount of transfem fat gay bear jake in the world increases by one every time i post

#hermitcyclop #daniel talks #my art #jake english #DONT LET ME TALK ABOUT JAKE ENGLISH I WILL NOT STOP. I COULD KPEP GOING BUT ITS MIDNIGHT AND I NEED SLEEP.#But thank you for the ask hermitcyclop you are the most dedicated dirkjaker mad respect 🫶 years in the game and still around.. you are cray

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ad0rebrial · 1 month

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I Need You More Than Anything.

Cross-posted on Archive Our Works under the same user!

Character: Sal Fisher

warnings:Panic Attacks, Nightmares

Sal shot up right from his bed as he breathed heavily. He needed to calm himself down but to no avail. He tried his best to keep himself steady but it was so hard for him to do so.

He is trembling so much right now.

Has it always been this hot in his room? He’s burning up.

He feels so sticky.

His clothes are too tight it feels like.

His mouth—it’s so dry.

Dizzy. He feels dizzy.

Sal pulled on his hair as he trembled. God, why couldn’t he calm down? Why is it that when he is trying to get some decent amount of sleep something always has to ruin it!? He can’t stand it. He can’t take it. He’s so sick and tired of having to wake up in the middle of the night and deal with this.

His eyes darted around his room frantically when they finally landed on the walkie-talkie on his nightstand. He raised a trembling hand from his blanket and shakily grabbed the walkie-talkie.

Should I get in touch with Larry…? No. I shouldn’t do that. He already deals with this almost daily…I don’t want to bother him anymore. Just because I’m suffering and can’t get any sleep doesn’t mean I have to make others suffer with me—

Sal was starting to get overwhelmed. He couldn’t make up his mind whether to give his friend a call about this. Sal couldn’t help but feel so guilty—why does he always drag everyone into his issues? Why? Why is he just a magnet for all the bad things that happen to him? Why? Why? Why? Why?—

“Hello…?”

Sal nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden voice on the other side of the walkie-talkie. That sounded familiar…that voice—could it be that he accidentally got the hang of Y/n?

N-No…! Nononononono—why did I just bring Y/n into this..!? I-I didn’t mean to! They must be so mad at me for disturbing them while they were sleeping—! Was I being selfish? No—I AM selfish!—

“Sal..? A-Are you okay over there? Your breathing loud and heavy…”

“Y/n,” Sal choked out. He was trying his absolute best to not break down in tears right now. “I-I-I—I’m s-so sorry—I-I didn’t mean to-to get a h-hold of you. I—I—“

“No, you’re fine. What’s the matter?”

“No! I-It’s fine! I’m fine!” Sal raised his voice a tad bit in refusal.

“Sal…you don’t sound fine. Did you have a nightmare…?” Sal hiccuped before responding to them.

“Listen…I-I’m sorry for-for getting ahold of you. I thought that-that I was getting ahold of Larry b-but…I don’t know.” Sal looked down at his lap in defeat. He still was very much overwhelmed with all of this going down at just 2 in the morning.

“I can come over and help you—“

”N-No! Go back to sleep—I’m sorry for-for calling…really sorry for calling—“

“ Sal .” Y/n’s voice had a tone of firmness to it. They of course didn’t want to make Sal do anything he didn’t want to, but this was a serious matter that needed to be handled. Hell, he probably wouldn’t even try to get ahold of Larry anyway when he's like this. “I’m coming down there. Stay where you’re at.” And then the Walkie-Talkie went off on Y/n’s side.

Sal stared into space on his bed, looking at the wall.

They sounded so mad at me. Are they mad at me?

They probably are.

I hate myself.

Sal heard the front door open and close. It was Y/n, who had the spare key to his apartment that his father made for them. Sal heard his bedroom door slowly open and he looked over to see Y/n who had a look of pity on their face.

“Oh, Sal…” They said softly as they walked over to him. They reached over to try to put a comforting hand on his tensed shoulder but he flinched away.

”P-Please,” He choked out. “don’t touch me…” His voice wavered ever so slightly that it made Y/n’s heart twis and achs.

“Right! Sorry.” Y/n apologized quickly. “Would you like to tell me about what happened?” Y/n asked with a brow raised. Sal shook his head no in a meek-ish way. It must’ve been an awful nightmare then… “I’m not good at comforting people but I brought you a bottle of water,” Y/n said sheepishly as they sat the bottle of cool water on his nightstand. Sal didn’t say anything, he wouldn’t even look at you. Instead, he found his plain walls to be far more interesting. Y/n stared at him for a moment and let out a sigh of their own. Usually, they could comfort people by giving them that comfort physically but Sal not wanting Y/n to touch him made it pretty hard for them. Who were they to not comfort their friend anyway? “Sal, Sal!” Y/n called out making Sal jump and look over at them. Y/n gave him a soft smile. “Listen to me,” they started. “I know you’re scared. But if you won’t tell me what’s the matter then how am I supposed to help you?”

“I didn’t n-need your help…I-I told you not to come…” Sal muttered.

“You’re right, you told me that. However, you also told me that you said that you are fine.” Y/n crossed their arms. “Define the word, “Fine” in this situation.”

Sal didn’t want to admit it he knew that Y/n was much more intelligent than they looked. He didn’t look fine in the slightest bit so that was a white lie. Sal made a grunting noise.

“Come on,” Y/n sat down on his bed. “tell me what’s the matter.”

Sal fiddled with the hems of his shorts before letting out a sigh of defeat. “…Nightmare,” Sal mumbled.

”A nightmare? What was it about?”

Sal felt his eyes burn. He felt frightened. Cold. Uneasy. He felt it all. “…”

”Sal..?—“

” It’s all my fault.”

” What do you mean..?”

”… I’m the reason she’s dead.”

Y/n’s face saddened at his words. It was a nightmare about his mother. Sal let out a sniffle as he wiped his tears. It was silent amongst the two of them. Neither of them spoke. The room seemed to have gotten much darker and heavier than before.

“Sal. Don't blame yourself like that.”

” It’s true..! S-She’s gone be-because of me..! I want her back…!”

“I know you do! But you have to understand that none of that was your fault, Sal..!”

”I want her back, Y/n!”

Sal sobbed as he threw himself towards them, holding onto Y/n tightly as he sobbed into their shirt. Y/n hugged him close to them as he sobbed. It hurt. It hurt them badly that Sal was acting this way. Y/n had experienced many losses in their life and they understood the heartbreaking pain that reeks through. It was nothing new. Sal was lost. He was lost in the opaque endless hole of pure accountability for his mother’s death that happened right there. She died all because of him. She died because of his recklessness. She died because of her son.

“Shh, it’s gonna be okay.” Y/n whispered to him. They soothingly rubbed his back. “It’s gonna be alright. Take deep breaths for me. Can you do that for me?” They asked him. Sal’s sobs quiet down as they became hiccups and short choked-out sobs. Sal breathed in unsteady deep breaths as he got himself to calm down. “Good job, you’re doing amazing.” He heard Y/n whisper to him softly. Finally, he got his breathing under control and he loosened up.

“Y-Y/n…do you—you think that i-it was my f-fault..?” Sal asked Y/n as he looked at you with teary eyes. They gave him a small smile of sorrow.

“Now you know that it wasn’t your fault, Sal. Don't blame yourself. I’m sure your Mom wouldn't want you to think that.” Y/n soothed him. Sal let out a small sigh of relief but also tiredness before he laid his head back on your shoulder silently.

Sal doesn’t regret getting ahold of Y/n.

#sally face oneshots #sally face #sally face fluff #sally face imagine #sally face drabbles #sal fisher #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x you #sally face x reader #sally face x you

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zangtang · 6 months

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Everything can change at any point!

Create images here: https://www.bing.com/images/create?FORM=GENILP before i say anything else though: not following someone else's prompts means you'll likely find some wild and unexpected things yourself. If you follow my prompts like they're laws, you will only ever get results like mine. There are people doing much cooler, weirder things. Don't get restricted by this.

the site was VERY BROKEN for the last 6 days, you haven't been banned. You get 15 boosts a day which usually override any current downtime, but the popup thinks you get 25 a week, which is an indicator of how busted and poorly planned they were for this flood of users. It's not too hard to create illegal results, and there's millions of users, so it's very unlikely a human is ever looking at your results. Unless you're doing really spectacularly terrible things, of course. If you get the warning as soon as you enter your prompt, change the most controversial aspects of your prompt immediately, as repeats of this will get you suspended for increasingly long times. It is possible to make alt accounts with throwaway emails though. It's unconfirmed but it appears that US residents get priority access during US times, and UK residents can only reliably make things from 7am to 1pm for example. Weekend access is a crapshoot. I don't personally pay for ChatGPT so I can't say anything about the alleged priority access you get there, but even that can be slow and restricted during the worst times (I assume this will the their priority to fix though). There are many conflicting reports about whether it's more censored or not. Reports is a very fancy way of saying reddit comments.

Everything I superstitiously guess about prompts:

you can be very descriptive and write in natural english, or you can be very brief. both methods work, I suspect both versions do different things. repetition and restating the same thing in other ways also seems to emphasise (possibly.) Prompts can be quite chaotic and contradictory - you can describe a lot of things happening and it may surprise you, so have fun with weirdness! some words are "heavy" against the automated filters, and can be safe in one prompt and unsafe in another. think of it like buckaroo, the AI is trying to find meaning in your prompt and it will sometimes combine things and get mad about it. be aware of politics and words that may be used in erotic senses, and switch those up.

this is the format I use the most because i am super lazy and unimaginative. items in [ ] are optional and can be anything, and I don't know how the word order matters - in old Midjourney it mattered quite a bit according to guides, but now they're all pushing to parse natural english I'm not so sure:

[number of] [body type] [age] [nationality] [male noun or job] wearing [clothes], with a [size, shape] belly, [hair description], [pose], [location, time of day, weather, lighting, era], [facial expression or attitude], [actions]

The number of guys can be vague like "several." Also placing a number here will generally result in all men being fat. To add a second, very different person (even women! imagine the power), simply describe that in plain english later in the prompt. Try adding "with friends" or something and seeing what happens.

Mentioning body type is separate from mentioning that he has a large stomach because "fat man" alone doesn't make him very fat. also, the body type prompt will dictate his physical build underneath the belly - this allows you to make mpreg very easily, for example. Mentioning his belly separately also seems to be a key part in making clothes not cover it up. However, DallE has clearly gotten much better at this for some clothes, but not all of them. Formalwear is improving, though tactical vests no longer do the cute thing they used to do, and football shirts still ride up reliably. Nationality can be weird, and you can use it to exploit stereotypes, or it can be an eye-opening view of stereotypes from countries you barely know about - want to know what differentiates an Angolan man from a Kenyan man? Probably don't trust AI results! I suspect some countries are controversial due to current politics, and I suspect some are controversial due to fetishy stereotyping. However, if for example "English man" got censored, consider going for capital cities or famous regions, eg "London man." Maybe look up sports teams from that country. I'm a big fan of the "Italian-American" prompt but lately it's gotten quite a few results blocked, so I'd switch to "New Jersey," maybe even "New Jersey Italian."

"Handsome" may slim your results down, or even break the prompt entirely. Consider making your men footballers or rugby players, mention trendy haircuts, or using out of date synonyms to get round it. AI isn't all that likely to give you especially ugly results anyway, particularly if you specify ages under 40. It doesn't get the hair precisely right, but even a generic prompt like "short thick hair" can help. Giving your character a job may dictate what he'll wear, but you might want to specify what clothes you want anyway. Don't mention either if you hope he'll turn out naked. Certain jobs are tricky to use, as AI strains to be as unpolitical as possible - it doesn't want you doing politicians and it sometimes seems to refuse anything that might make the police or military look bad. However, it will accept "wearing a [colour] uniform/pilot shirt" very happily, because it's duuuuumb.

Mention trousers, footwear or even just feet if your results keep zooming in too much. (It'll also zoom in if you mention too much about his face, I think.) Side view appears to make certain prompts fatter, but will often mean he's looking away - you can add "Looking at camera" if you want that. Metallic and plastic clothes can have very fun and weird results, especially if you change the location to a night setting in the rain. Gladiator costumes will reduce his clothes to a few leather straps.

"Flex pose" and "strong pose" will get butch bodybuilder poses (it will also buff up the muscle mass) and "battling strong winds" gets very superhero poses. At least when I was trying these out, I found I couldn't actually get proper bodybuilder poses or mention of superheroes past the censor, but it's been a few weeks so who knows what it's up to now. Give them all a go!

Casual poses and actions can liven things up a little if you just want portraits but don't want it to repeatedly be the same thing facing you directly. Getting out of a car, climbing stairs, leaning against things, adjusting his clothes or putting on a coat, all these kinds of things work. Smoking or drinking does quite a lot. "Tired" or "Exhausted" changes his attitude a lot too, your leans get leaned into more.

Contact words can be a little difficult, so consider ways to exploit using soft contact, or be very wordy and detailed about it so it's not misinterpreting you. "Patting him on the back" is a fairly safe phrase, but DallE isn't intelligent, so it will allow the contact but it will struggle to be precise, especially when the bodies are fat or not positioned in a way they can reach the back - the result of this is that there will be a lot of belly pats. Prodding in the stomach, pointing at the stomach, these both work, but I think DallE is vague about stomach=torso and you may want "pointing at his belt" to give a lower focus. Admiring can direct attention and vibes, whispering will draw their heads closer and make them interact somewhat. Embracing and hugging work but is very heavy for the censor, "hugging on his shoulder/belly" seems safer for some reason. Shaking, grabbing, "examining/concerned about his belly" can work. Bizarrely, squeezing past another man in a narrow corridor/doorway/cupboard works if you want a LOT of contact. And if you want unpredictable contact, fighting can work.

For more dynamic safe contact, try sporting actions. Baseball slides, football tackles, that kind of thing. It's hard to get them to lie flat and the AI seems to resist allowing heads to touch the ground, but "lying in a hammock" works pretty well, and sometimes specifying what the head is touching works. pretty much every minor prompt variation and scenario I've ever used:

"falling onto a broken chair/breaking an object with his weight" "washing windows" "with waiters helping him up" "with friends bringing him food" "falling over another man" "outside of a skyscraper washing windows, harness for safety, hoisted" "hyper-obese man wearing denim dungarees with an enormous inflated belly, drinking from a hose" ("blowing into a hose" gets better expressions for that IMO) "stuck in a broken narrow red british phonebooth with another man, bursting out with his enormous belly, black trousers" "bent over eating at a pie eating contest wearing a dirty white tank top with an enormous round belly and his face hidden buried in messy pie" "sitting on a throne next to a very fat 35 year old spanish monarch" "lying on his back the floor, enjoying a banquet, side view, tired expression" "very fat 35 year old handsome british man wearing tracksuit and gold chain with a hugely distended beerbelly, man with a massive round stomach, washing his car in a carpark at night side view" "at water park, stuck in a water slide" "before and after weightloss picture, in the left he is X and in the right he is Y" "with a large round belly spilled over eating at a banquet with an enormous round belly, bronzed, with waiters helping him up/being prodded with a fork" "washing dishes and leaning over his belly on a freestanding enamel pedestal basin" "climbing and leaning against a stepladder to change a lightbulb on the ceiling [with friend holding the stepladder steady]" "side view, photo of two 40 year old beefy handsome fat italian-american rugby player with a hugely distended round belly, resting hand on his chest, wearing a tracksuit with a gigantic round sagging stomach, gold chain, raining, whispering in a car park at night, leaning/hugging on shoulder, tired, stern expression looking at camera, smoking a cigarette" "side view photo of two strong 40 year old handsome samoan rugby player with a hugely distended round beerbelly, chest hair, wearing a white formal shirt and black suit, hugging on his belly, proud expectant father, boyfriends outside a busy pub at night, stern, looking at camera, raining" "two fat los angeles rams handsome footballers wearing white pilot shirt and plain tie and black trousers pushing through a narrow saloon door with their enormously distended beerbellies, stern" "photo of very fat 30 year old hunk rugby player with enormously distended belly, carrying his belly in a wheelbarrow" "very fat 35 year old man wearing white pilot shirt with an enormous round belly, tough man with a very large beerbelly, too fat for small broken airplane seat sitting on another man, fat belly spilling over armrest and pressing against over man, black trousers, slightly concerned, suave" "being carried on the back of a flatbed truck" can turn them into horrific lardvalanches but you don't get much control over it

original characters do not steal prompts: "30 year old man who looks like he's the main character from the game Uncharted with an enormous distended round beerbelly, with one hand on a bar in a pub, nathan" This is sometimes surprisingly effective, but most often it'll simply draw vibes from the IP mentioned, so you can use it to get specific settings at least

Try spelling the names wrong or reversing the name order - sometimes it'll even accept names sprinkled throughout the prompt. Repeating the name may increase its effect (it might also not!) Also it's speculated that placing the celebrity fraud in a place or situation they would normally be found in helps. That said, I could only get a Robert Downey Jr if I made him dress as a gladiator. So maybe weirdness and ingenuity are your strengths. see also https://www.tumblr.com/baron-bear/731903035856584704/what-do-you-use-for-your-ai-stuff

#fat ai #fat ai man

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pappydaddy · 1 year

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when i'm eighty (j.m.)

tv show/movie: outer banks | pairing: jj maybank x fem!pogue!reader

requested by a lovely anon as part of my 800 follower celebration

synopsis: y/n is exhausted and jj neglected the bike's gas tank. who knew it would lead to such a proclamation.

warnings: tears (exhausted) | karen situation mentioned | the lovely realities of a retail job

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Sure, Pogue life was fun and relatively carefree, and Y/N wouldn’t trade her life for anything, but it did have its downfalls. Like when you see something you really like and you pick up extra shifts and work your ass off for it, but a Kook just has to ask their parents for it and boom - they have one they barely use or care for. Or when you accidentally spend too much money grocery shopping so now you have to pinch your pennies until next pay in two weeks. Or, like for Y/N right now, you have to work all day, every day because your crappy minimum wage job is severely understaffed and, even though they treat you horribly, you offer to pick up more shifts.

Y/N, right now, wasn’t too pleased with her status as a Pogue. Not when she is standing here, bored out of her mind and swaying on her feet as the middle aged Kook rambled on and on about something. Y/N wasn’t too sure what she was complaining about, truthfully, she stopped listening after the woman called her an incompetent child - which was the very first thing that came out of her pink smeared lips.

All she could actually focus on was how heavy her eyelids were, or how much she wanted to cut her feet off or just rip them right from her body. Or the dull ache that nestled itself right in the dip of her spine. Or how much she wishes she could just smash her kneecaps because, at this point, they were so tired and sore they were basically numb. It had been five days straight of her leaving school the second it was over and having her boyfriend, JJ, drive her to her work (a small hardware store), and then working to close.

She was exhausted, but she was falling behind on her road to buying a reliable car. Not the heap of rusted metal that has been sitting in her driveway for the past few months - completely broken. Luckily, because the owners did not want the possibility of being sued, they refused to let her work this weekend. That meant, once this woman was done with her tantrum, Y/N could get out of there and sleep for the foreseeable future. Well, at least until JJ had to get up for his shift delivering groceries tomorrow afternoon. She just hoped today wasn’t the one day JJ was late to pick her up.

“Mark my words, because you all know nothing, I will never come back here,” The lady slammed her hand against the counter Y/N stood at, the newly hired cashier shaking slightly behind her. “And I will be in contact with your manager and owner for reimbursement for any bills that come from this.” She sneered, gesturing to the empty bottle of antifreeze that was specifically made for diesel engines. That she put in her Land Rover.

“You have a nice night, the owner and manager will both be in after nine tomorrow morning.” Y/N drawled like a robot, ignoring the huff and snarky comment the woman made towards her for her lack of respect. There was no way in hell Y/N was apologising to her when Y/N and the manager were the ones who told the woman and her husband not to get that antifreeze, but her husband just wouldn’t listen.

“And I am telling them about your horrible behaviour towards me-”

“Ma’am,” Their night manager appeared from one of the aisles, looking annoyed. The clock had ticked by to read five minutes after close, meaning this woman was standing there ranting for over ten minutes. “We closed five minutes ago, if you have an issue, you can call and discuss this with our head manager and the owner tomorrow, but now you need to leave unless you want to front the money to pay us the overtime you are causing us because we won’t get paid.” He told her, pointing her towards the exit.

She scoffed. “Of course I won’t pay you people to be incompetent at your jobs. I mean, how hard is it to sell people items? If anything, I should be getting money for you people for the damages you caused to my expensive Land Rover-”

“Again, ma’am, you will have to bring that up with the people with more power than me,” The manager looked completely exhausted and annoyed with this woman. He grabbed the empty bottle from where she left it. “Now, you can either leave on your own or I will be contacting the authorities and they will remove you from the premises and you will be banned.”

He held out the empty bottle just before she snatched it, her nose turned up as she scoffed, turning on her heel and leaving out the door. “Okay, you two go, I will lock everything up.” He waved them off. Smiling thankfully, Y/N grabbed her thin sweater (which was JJ’s) and her empty plastic bottle of water, tossing it in the recycling bin.

“Thank you, Gerry. Have fun tomorrow.” She waved bye to him as the new cashier trailed quietly behind her. Pulling the hoodie over her head, she left through the same door the woman had, seeing her fancy silver audi sitting in the parking lot. From inside, she could see her phone pressed to her ear as she yelled.

“Hey, sweets,” JJ greeted her, pushing off from the wall he leaned on. Y/N smiled, saying a quick ‘see you’ to the quiet girl as she bounded over towards her mother’s car. Her feet not moving, she held her arms open for JJ, signalling she wanted a hug. JJ complied, striding the short distance to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. Naturally, her arms rested on his shoulders, enjoying the relief and comfort his hug brought her. It was like every ache in her body left and the weight that was crushing her lifted. “Long night?” He asked, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

She hummed. “Long week.” She corrected him, snuggling into his chest. He laughed lightly, not wanting to jostle her as she clung to him.

“As much as I would love to stay here hugging, we should really get you some food then to bed.” JJ started to pull away. Whining, she released him, the growling and uncomfortable feeling in her stomach too persistent to ignore, but her face remained planted into his chest.

“Carry me to the bike?” Her voice was muffled as she spoke.

“Sorry, sweets, the bike needs gas and I don’t get paid until next week.” He informed her, hands on her shoulders and pulling her face from his chest, just enough for him to see her face. Instantly, he was met by a pout and a whine from her.

She blinked at him, puppy dog eyes in full effect. “But I’m too tired to walk, JJ.” She told him. And looking at her, he could see she was. The eye Bags under her eyes were so deep that the concealer couldn’t even hide them. Her shoulder drooped so much it looked like she was lugging a bookbag that weighed fifty tons on them. And, not to mention, the way her eyes blinked lazily, looking a second away from closing in slumber.

Aside from her appearance, he could tell over the past few days she was completely exhausted. The way she kept falling asleep on his shoulder at lunch or as they skipped their respective classes in favour of cuddles. She only skipped classes when she wasn’t sleeping properly or she was bored. The way she was extra clingy (like right now). Or how she nearly face-planted into her breakfast this morning. “I know, Sweets. But the bike didn’t even have enough gas to drive here.”

Sighing, tears welled in her eyes. A mixture of exhaustion and stress filled her, creating tears. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked you to waste all that gas driving me here and back home.” She weeped, sniffling as she blinked frantically.

JJ, nearly shitting himself at the sight of tears, jumped out of his skin in fright. “No, no, Sweets. Don’t cry,” He shushed, wrapping her up in his arms so tight her eyes could pop out of their sockets (not really because he would never hurt her). She sniffled into his sweater, tears hitting his sweater. “I didn’t waste gas driving you. I can never waste anything when it comes to you. I let the tank get that low, it’s my fault. I thought I had enough but John B hit a pothole the other day and I needed to go help him change the tire, that’s where the gas went. It’s all John B's fault for being on the mainland and driving like an idiot.” He rocked them from side to side until the tears slowed and the sniffles seemed to quiet down.

“John B made you drive all the way to the mainland to help him change the tire?” She asked, pulling her face from his chest, but his arms didn’t let go over her, keeping her pressed to him. Her eyes were watery and puffy, a red tinge to the whites of her eyes. Her face was puffy and blotchy, trails of dried tears running down her cheeks.

JJ nodded, moving his arms to grip her face, thumbs lightly rubbing the tear streaks. “Yeah. And the idiot also decided to take everything except the jack out of the van so we had to go get a lug nut wrench which ate up more gas.”

“He never learns his lesson, does he?” She laughed. It was wet, her mouth thick from the tears still.

“No, he doesn’t,” He whispered, his voice low as he stared at her. “Now, let’s get you home before you fall asleep standing here,” He stepped back, putting distance between them. She watched with furrowed brows as he turned his back to her, crouching down, practically kneeling on the sidewalk in front of the store. “Hop up.” He told her, arms to his side, stuck towards her slightly, waiting for her to climb onto his back.

“JJ,” She exclaimed. “You’re not going to be able to carry me all the way to John B’s!”

“Yeah I can. I’m eighteen, not eighty,” He told her, pointing to his back. Sighing, she knew he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. On top of that, he would find another way to carry her. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she hopped onto his back. His hands instantly gripped the bottom of her thighs, securing her there and he stood up to his full height. She let out a small squeal at the sudden change in height, kicking her feet slightly at the feeling of them not being on the ground. It always took her a second to get used to being held on his back. “And even when I’m eighty, I am sure as hell gonna still give you piggy back rides.”

“Sure, we’ll revisit that when you are hunched over because you gave me so many piggy back rides now.” She laughed, her arms lazily moving to rest closer to his neck, her chin resting on her bicep as he started to walk towards John B’s.

“Why do you think I am in such great shape? I am training to carry you around my whole life.”

“If that’s the case, might want to lay off the weed and the booze.” She poked him in the pectoral teasingly. He squeezed her thigh playfully back, laughing as she pressed a kiss to his cheek the best she could before resting her head back on her arm, letting the pattern of JJ’s gate relax her, her eyes growing heavier by the second. She really did hope that when they were eighty, they didn’t lose any of their playfulness - no matter if JJ could carry her or not.

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stinkyme · 7 months

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Hello! This is Nikolai fic I had an idea of, I hope you like it and enjoy it! :) <3

There are parts to this story that discuss death, reader is NOT suicidal, but metaphorically speaking, envying how the dead even have more freedom with their emotions than a living human. Also, they misunderstand Nikolai's idea of freedom because of lack of informations (they know he needs to die for a plan, so misinterpretation happens). There is also a part in the beginning that mentions their ability coming to an end, they are unaware of Fyodor's desire to kill all ability users, they just know they could be free from their ability. (this is very briefly mentioned, one sentence)

CW/TW: SFW, gn!reader, reader works at DoA and has an ability "Dead Souls", they don't like Nikolai at first, reader is also a bit mean/sharp/bitter at first, the story follows part of the main plot, bickering, sometimes sassy Nikolai, cursing, reader has never been in love or had friends, reader doesn't allow themselves to feel a lot due to the ability, a lot of dialogue and inner monologue, misunderstandings, Nikolai & reader prank Sigma, kinda slow burn, "friends" to enemies to lovers…?, they get into an argument, reader slaps Nikolai & uses harsh words, they make up, fluff and romance (yikes😒), if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

Also, there is a small portion where Nikolai and reader discuss his card, I am a bit of a fanatic towards tarot & regular cards, so I wanted to add that part because I think it's really interesting for Nikolai's character + it creates a bit of intimacy :) (basically, 3 of spades represents a failure in achieving a certain desire; outcome different than firstly anticipated. Usually disappointment, however, I wanted to make a little twist to it, given the nature of the fic, so his plan fails for other cheesy reasons :3)

* This mostly stems from my need for fluffy Nikolai and because I am an awful, cheesy & romantic person. (I disgust myself and you should be disgusted too)

I digress...I thought that using one of the works from an irl author to sort of...make an opposite, but similar to bsd Nikolai when it comes to freedom could be interesting. Ability isn't fully connected to a book itself, it's more my own interpretation + using the name to make it! :D Also, names are from the book, descriptions of souls in this case is different since I wanted to make a little variety :)

** When Nikolai says "So is graveyard", he isn't threatening to kill the reader, but teasing their ability and dead vibe/behavior or rather lack of excitement :3

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

this is long, I am sorry, spam how disgusting I am pls.....an AO3 link is here and in the fic, since it couldn't fit LOL

A cage of freedom || Nikolai Gogol x Reader

Dead Souls. That was your ability which you hated. It had some good parts, of course, but it mostly limited you in your own essence. Part of your ability allowed you to see other people's essence, their soul and one thing they crave the most. Different part was granting you power to see, speak to and help souls of the dead to pass on when they are ready.

It all sounds like a lovely thing to experience, except it wasn't.

Indeed, the souls could help you as well, grant you needed information, take care of your blind spots, even fight for you.

However, everything has a price.

Yours was your own soul. Not in a way people usually imagine.

Your ability didn't allow you to feel much. The dead who get stuck in the physical realm are already feeling a lot of heavy emotions - such as grief, pain, anger, sorrow and anxiety. Therefore, your own emotions had to be in constant check so you wouldn't be disturbing the souls attached to you and possibly ruin their remaining stability. With that being known, you realized that the best way is to not experience anything at all or rather, as little as possible.

You didn't allow yourself to experience fear, anxiety or sadness. You learned to detach yourself and naturally, the stories of the poor souls made your endurance much bigger. Another big rule you had was not falling in love or loving people. They can leave at any moment and completely ruin the ground beneath you which would trap those souls you take care of in the worst parts of existence - eternal suffering and no memories of their lives.

People can hurt you, they are unpredictable and dishonest, as much as you can see the part of their essence - that doesn't protect your own. It is always better not to risk it. That's what you've learned after so many years of living the way you do.

Which is why you were a perfect fit for Decay of Angels.

Someone who is rational, not emotion driven and has a flexible ability that actually grants more than one person. Fyodor was beyond intrigued, and you were beyond satisfied with their goal. You wanted your own ability to come to an end, but also, to stop the war.

Aftermaths of wars still have souls lingering to this day, too damaged to be helped and you always feel a faint sting in your heart when you can't do anything. You can't even grieve them or cry over them, just forcefully accept endless suffering like it's nothing, but an inconvenience.

You were deprived of basic human experience and the right - to feel. You were not a psychopath, nor a sociopath, no. You had to forcefully cage your own heart and limit anything that may come in or out of it. As much as you would like to say it does become easier, some days remind you that it's not.

To say you crave a friendship, a love, a passion, a sadness, an intense happiness, a heartbreak, a feeling of being alive after being surrounded by nothing but death for as long as you remember was an understatement.

Sometimes, the souls would apologize to you, they felt your desires too. They were beyond grateful for your work, but they also knew the suffering they were causing to you.

Being stripped away from a life - in a living, functioning body in which the blood runs and heart beats intensely was nothing more than a punishment. Nothing less than a cruel joke. Just a simple slavery to your own unfortunate circumstance. You were a warm flesh covering your own cage, pretending to be alive while craving the freedom of the dead. A freedom of everyone else.

Even the worst scums on earth had a right to feel, but you? No.

You were deprived of a choice even before you were given one.

When you met the rest of the Angels, you were not impressed by any, given the fact you already knew you wouldn't attach yourself. A quick glance at their essences told you everything you needed to know.

Sigma, Bram, Fukuchi, Fyodor and finally Nikolai.

A home.

A sleep. A family. It switches depending on whether he is awake or asleep.

An end to a war.

Salvation and cleansing.

A freedom.

You want to scoff. A freedom? From what?

It often mildly annoys you how people's deepest desires are either shallow, overly egoistical or simply attainable. Some people desire to change the world in the name of God, old or dead friends which is always an excuse for them to do whatever they think is right. Nobody can out-perfect the dead and you know it very well.

God is always used as a pedestal to explain human's extremities and allow them destruction in the name of higher good. Past can never not be sorrow and similarly to the dead - nothing can out-perfect it or change it. It all seems like a valid excuse simply because it can't be touched by humans. A past, the dead, a God. It's all singular and unchangeable. Therefore, it is undiscussable and immediately accepted as a valid reasoning for human's selfishness.

Some people desire a home or a family. Those are valid desires of any human and to those you can relate to.

However, for most humans it holds no meaning. They are shallow in their desires. It's often a one-way street. They want to be loved and to be safe or secure, but they aren't ready to give the same treatment back. Or simply, they try to heal their own lack of certain emotions or feelings through physically conventional things.

To make up for something they are not.

But one thing they all are. Humans are greedy. Once they attain home or a family, they desire something else. More. More. More. It's always more. They always want more of life. They never learn to appreciate what they have and the freedom of choice they were given. The very beginning of it - a freedom to desire things. It could be your own mild bitterness speaking, but given your position, it was a fair mindset to have. You were not allowed to even desire too much or too hard.

Some people desire things they already have. Those you hated the most - as much as you were allowed to hate.

They were either creepily shallow in a way such as - desiring more money when they already have everything they could possibly need. Desiring more partners; more love or passion when they already have a person who is completely devoted to them. Wanting more excitement, more happiness, more friends - everything they already had, but didn't appreciate, or could achieve without breaking a sweat.

A freedom?

There were people who desired freedom for good reasons. Abusive marriages, families or relationships. Being disabled or mentally ill. Being sick. Being overly pressured. Suffering things such as slavery, sex trafficking and similar. They desire freedom too and you know that. You don't speak of them, and you are aware of your own ungratefulness sometimes.

But, human tragedies and pains are not to be compared because one will always seem smaller than the other, but emotions on each side will always remain. Desire on each side will always remain. Helplessness will always remain.

They will connect through their despair which humans are either awfully good or bad at.

You are the bad one. You can only connect to the dead, and even then, your input and output must be limited. Your heart shall not open more than an inch. If you could stitch it to be shut closed - you would.

But you can't. Because certain empathy is needed for your ability to work. Not too much or too little of anything. To some it may seem like balance, but in reality it's torture.

Either feel everything or nothing at all. Feel as much as you need to feel.

Because experiencing life in low, limited measurement is like a soul is sick. Experiencing life in rare tea spoons of what it means to be living. Get a drop of water when there is an endless, clean ocean in front of you. A few breaths of being alive in-between what seems like endless suffocation.

It's awful and excruciating. It feels tightening. It feels like your soul is constipated to say the least. It feels torturous.

Therefore, quite frankly, you can't help but experience a small jolting of nerves when you witness someone like him. Someone who seems so obnoxious, so loud, so out there, so shamelessly being themself. Someone who has all the freedom, who isn't bound by the dead, by the living, by the suffering, by his own ability. Hell, even listening about his ability makes you want to puke.

"My ability grants me to store things in my coat right here! I can also create portals and transfer my body parts or things. Pretty cool, isn't it?!" he is twirling around while he speaks, his voice enthusiastic.

"A true ability for a true magician!" he claps his hands before bowing down. As if he did something amazing.

You don't even say a word, a faint disgust on your face.

"Oh~, you don't seem impressed," his voice softens.

"How about now?!" he transports his hand from his coat to the other member named Sigma, squishing his cheek. Sigma yelps, giving him an irritated look.

"Could you stop that?!" he yells as he unsuccessfully tries to slap Nikolai's hand away as he reverts it back quickly, giggling.

"Interesting." you say in an obviously disinterested tone. Nikolai looks at you, his expression confused for a moment.

"Ah, sarcasm! Got it!" he snaps his fingers before pointing at you.

"What about you, though? What's your ability?" he asks with a little smile on his face.

"I can speak to the dead." you deadpan and both men's expressions change to a slight shock.

"Really?" Nikolai asks, a bit intrigued.

"Really. I can communicate with them and help them cross once they are ready." you nod, your whole demeanor calm.

"That's spooky!" he says in a lower, but still expressive tone, covering his mouth with his hand that was further covered by the coat.

"Not at all. It's depressing, but rewarding at times." you reply in a casual tone.

"Hm...still, quite spooky to me." he replies in a quieter tone.

"To each its own." you shrug. The silence fills the room, feeling a bit awkward, but as if it could affect you.

"So...are there any dead people with us now?" Sigma whispers.

"Quite a few actually. Around five at the moment." you smile as you rest your chin on your palm.

"Your whisper woke them, they seem to be quite angry with you. They will begin to hunt soon." you give him a sly gaze.

"Why?! I didn't do anything! How do I-"

"I am kidding. They don't care." you say in a slightly playful tone, calming an anxious man down. He would never be able to have your ability, it's entertaining to witness.

"So you do have a sense of humor after all! We will make a great pair." Nikolai giggles at your teasing. He sits next to you and you feel the disgust climb up your throat.

Naturally, you tone it down immediately. For your own and the souls' sake.

"I don't think so." you raise your eyebrow at him, lips curling down a bit. Nikolai gives you a slightly confused expression.

"If I leave now, will they follow me?" Sigma whispers again and it makes you sigh out.

"No, they won't follow you. Unless you are the reason they are bound in the physical realm or I order them, they won't care about you." your voice is comforting. You understand people's anxiety around you and rarely blame them. It's better than those who cling onto you. Like this damn clown.

Sigma nods, letting a little sigh out from relief. He waves to you and leaves the room, you assume to the Casino he was in charge of.

"Do you want to prank him later?" Nikolai giggles happily, elbowing your arm. You want to rip his arm apart, but remain calm - as always.

"Not interested." you slowly get up, making a leave of your own.

You stop for a moment, turning around to face him. Nikolai's expression seems innocent and dumb-founded.

"One more thing though. I can also see the souls of people and their biggest desire. Quite frankly, yours disgusts me. So, if you would be so kind as to stay away from me unless it's a work thing." you give him a polite smile, regardless of your voice being sharp. You open the door and leave the room to go to your own before a mission.

......Continue on AO3

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iddybiddysquish · 1 year

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I Regret Bonus - Kirishima x Reader

Masterlist: Here

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Gender: AFAB

Warnings: Vaginal fingering, A/B/O quirk, arousal quirk, crampie, thigh riding, unsafe sex - not good with terminology to let me know if I've missed anything!

Notes: Couldn't leave my boy Kirishima out ;n;

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'I regret everything.' I whined as I laid in my bed, thighs heavy with slick as I came for the 12th time that morning. It has only been an hour or so since I'd awoken to an aching need in my cunt that was impossible to ignore and a fever so hot that I was starting to see stars.

I was exhausted and yet nowhere near satisfied. I knew I was going to need to call in sick with how painful this arousal is.

It took me a while to figure out what the cause was. At first I thought I'd been hit with an arousal quirk in my sleep, as impossible as that is. However the more I looked into the quirks I'd copied at random that took my interest, I discovered something that I didn't know when I copied the quirks.

Quirk: A/B/O

This quirk gives the user characteristics of the A/B/O genre, including giving them a second gender. This gives them claws and fangs that can retract as well as basics such as enhanced senses and physiological changes such as scent glands and enhanced animalistic thinking.

Quirk: Estrus

This quirk gives the user the ability to cast uncontrollable arousal in individuals who are touched or are within a 5 m distance.

Apparently, this included heat and rut cycles as well as an estrus cycle, the latter of which is experienced because of the quirk with the same name - side effects of both quirks. It's not helped by the fact that I was weeping out of every hole - even my ass now had a uterus and there was a third uterus with a vaginal opening between my anus and normal vagina, both with slick pouring out of them, like male Omega’s get in the Omegaverse and it was killing me. Three vaginas was too much to contend with when all I had were handheld toys at my disposal.

'I don't have enough hands for this shit.'

What made things worse was that I was capable of experiencing a mating season as well as a heat or a rut despite not being an Alpha, which confused me. I was clearly an Omega - even having the male equivalent of uteruses.

To cum more readily I even activated a quirk that gave me both male and female genitalia but the friction, despite my slick, was starting to hurt my sensitive head and thick knot that had formed from my last orgasm, and I was nowhere near feeling satisfied. So I deactivated it and wiped my hands clean before searching for my phone with disdain.

I am irritable and whiny all whilst pining for an Alpha to be submissive towards. It's a weird concoction that I wasn't appreciating as I laid in what I now realised was a nest of blankets and pillows I'd created to house myself as I cried from over and under stimulation.

Everything was made worse by the fact that I had no clue how long this would last.

‘Is this monthly or annually?’

The more I looked into this quirk the worse I felt, especially as I discovered I would have an annual mating season, would go into heat monthly, would go into estrus biweekly and would go in a rut whenever someone else experienced either one of these phenomena - so I could experience all of these at once, as I was, on top of an estrus cycle that corresponds with my menstrual cycle. I would’ve breathed a sigh of relief if I didn’t remember that there are many other people who would go through heat, estrus and or mating season, meaning I would be triggered into a rut by these and could even be triggered just by using the Estrus quirk.

‘I blame Tokoyami’s mating season…!’ I groaned, ‘Then at least it would just be a heat, estrus and a mating season…’

I wanted to cry.

“I can’t take this any more.” I moaned, deciding quickly I needed to call the school and explain what was going on. I needed help with this; there must be someone with a similar quirk that they’ve known about. After all, I copied these things from someone else.

Much to my surprise, when I explained to the receptionist I needed to speak to Aizawa, I was passed to him relatively quickly.

“(L/N)-san.” he greeted, “Are you unwell?”

“Something like that.” I groaned, crossing my legs tightly, “I’m in a very… difficult situation and I need some guidance.”

“I can help you in class if you want?” he begged, “If you get here sooner we can discuss it before class.”

“I… I don’t know if I can come to class.” I basically whispered. Aizawa frowned at this on the other side of the line with concern.

“Should I be concerned, (L/N)-san?” I sighed.

“I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you tell me the problem first?” he begged, walking down the hallway to get away from people, realising quickly that this was a private conversation, “Then I can tailor my aid better.” I groaned.

“This is going to be super awkward, so I’m sorry.” I warned, earning a grunt which sent a painful zap towards my clit, making me flush, “I copied a quirk.”

“Uh-huh…” he nodded when I didn’t say anything else for a few seconds.

“It’s given me a clusterfuck of hormones.” I explained slowly, “I’m essentially experiencing a mating season, a heat and a rut simultaneously as well as an estrus cycle - they are different. And I’m a bit scared.”

“... I wasn’t expecting that.” he admitted, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “I assume you’re in halls?” I nodded.

“Yeah.” I laughed humorlessly, “I know, right? I only discovered this would happen today because it’s happening now.

“I didn’t think to look at the weaknesses when I copied the quirk. It just seemed so interesting I couldn’t pass it up. Even if I edit the quirks I can't get rid of what I'm experiencing right now.”

“Stay in the halls.” he confirmed, “I’ll do some research and see what strings I can pull. You won’t be the first to experience either one of those things and I doubt you’ll be the last.

“For now, remain in your room. I’ll explain to the class that you’re having some… complications with your quirk and not to visit you.” he hummed, looking over at the watch on his wrist, “I’ll try to contact you by the end of the day and recommend you stockpile some food whilst the others are gone.” I nodded.

“Thanks sensei. I appreciate it.” he nodded.

“I’ll talk to you later. Stay safe.”

“You, too.”

And just like that I breathed a sigh of relief and laid back down, hand drifting down to my painfully empty holes and clit, only to come away with heavy slick dripping from my fingers. I groaned, pulling my head into a pillow and screaming for a few minutes before going back to playing with myself, unable to hold on for much longer without some kind of stimulation.

“-I heard there’s a new dessert in the cafeteria today.” Bakugou rolled his eyes at Denki as he walked with pep in his step besides himself and Kirishima. He didn’t say anything as Kirishima raised his brows and begged back what it was as though he didn’t know himself.

Bakugou played along.

However Denki eyed Bakugou with a triumphant grin as he confirmed, “A spicy chocolate mousse!”

“Sounds right up your street, huh, Bakugou?”

“Hn.” he noted, not sparing a glance towards either party as he entered the classroom, making his way towards his desk. Denki deflated at the response, following Bakugou besides Kirishima.

“Aw man, did Kirishima already tell you?!” Said red-head shook his head.

“Nah man. That’s just Bakugou for you.” he chuckled, earning another eye roll from the spiky haired fellow.

“Doesn’t it excite you?!” Denki whined, earning a snort.

“Do I look excited?” he begged sarcastically.

“C’mon Bakubro!” Kirishima chimed in, slinging his arm around him, “You love spice!” Bakugou gave a ‘tch’ before shoving him off.

“Whatever, Shitty Hair. And don't call me that!"

Denki, deflated, made his way over to Shinsou whilst Kirishima continued to make small talk with Bakugou.

“Good morning, students.” Aizawa greeted, catching everyone off guard, Denki and Kirishima running to their seats as soon as he entered the room.

“You’re here early, sir?” Yaoyorozu spoke up, raising her arm. Aizawa nodded.

“I have an announcement.” he confirmed, “As you know, Tokoyami is still off. However (L/N)-san is having some complications with her quirk.

“As a result it would be wise for you all to leave her be in her room and don’t communicate with her until it resolves. It’s likely to last for at least a week.”

“So we won’t see her at all?” Ashido begged, earning the shake of a head.

“But what about food?” Hagakure begged, “(L/N)-san eats a lot.” Aizawa removed some of his hair from his face, thinking about the response, before answering.

“We might need to ask one of you to deliver the food to her door.” he concluded with distaste, “It’s not ideal but it’s imperative that all of you leave her alone. It might be best to have one of the girls to deliver the meals…” he sighed, fingers to the bridge of his nose, “Although that might not help.”

“Is she well?” Uraraka begged, concerned. Aizawa nodded.

“She’s not sick. It’s just something related to her quirk.”

“Why do they have to be female?” Iida begged, raising his arm. Aizawa groaned.

“It’s not necessary. But it would be best that all the men stay away from her door.”

“Why?” Kirishima begged, “What would require only the men to stay away?”

“Is it the same reason as Tokoyami?” Asui begged, raising her hand before Aizawa could respond. He sighed.

“Wait, why is Tokoyami away?” Midoriya begged her way.

“Mating season.” Asui noted casually with a shrug.

"Oh hell yeah!" Mineta cheered, causing Sero to cringe.

"You are banned from that floor, Mineta." Aizawa warned, his hair flying all over the place as he glared, earning a gulp from the boy. His words caused everyone to turn back to Aizawa, who was rubbing his temples.

“It’s a private matter. That’s all you need to know.” Bakugou raised a brow at this.

“So who’s gonna feed her?” he begged with a glare. Immediately everyone turned to Bakugou, causing his brow to twitch violently, “Why me?!”

“You love cooking.” Todoroki stated as though it were obvious. Shinsou snorted and Bakugou ‘tched’ and looked away sharply, glaring ahead of him as Aizawa looked at his watch again before divulging into the remaining announcements, none of which really kept Kirishima's attention. He didn't often pay attention in class, so this wasn't new. But this time he had a focus on his mind as his brain kept thinking back to (F/N).

The pair had grown close since they're both part of Bakugou's little group. She was down to spar at any time and offered when Bakugou was busy and the rest was history. She always managed to get the upper hand in situations and it amazed him, her strategic mind.

So to hear she was in trouble didn't sit well with him. He wanted to help - had to. He just wasn't sure how, so he spent most of the remainder of the day trying to think up ways to get her better and sooner rather than later.

I waited and waited until I knew the coast was clear. The only other person would’ve been Tokoyami two floors below, but he was staying at home, so for the first time I was on my own in the halls. Despite this, I was nervous to leave the safety of my nest to the point that I waited for far longer than I needed to.

It just didn’t feel right.

Opening the door I went to walk forward, but found myself freezing in the spot at all the scents.

“Oh… my god.” I reeled, gulping.

It took me a good few minutes just standing there in order to get used to all the smells. Some were pleasant, some were repulsive.

But others were tasty.

‘The strongest scent is…’ I realised quickly, mouth watering, ‘Bakugou’s…’

My scent-clouded mind wasn’t so surprised by this reveal. Bakugou smells like burnt caramel normally, so it’d make sense that I’d be attracted to it. It really was a no-brainer, even if I longed not to be attracted to the interesting scent, just glad that he wasn't here to witness this. It's not like I was actually interested in him beyond his tantalising smell.

The scent that I wasn't expecting to be drawn to, however, was that of Shinsou's. It was soft and tantalising. Like a comfortable cloud. It made me relax and feel like curling up and taking a nap despite my current circumstances.

What was more interesting was the minty freshness that was Todoroki’s scent I could detect from the elevator.

‘It’s almost spicy to the senses.’ I mused, feeling a wave of calmness wash over me.

Again, it didn’t surprise me that I felt myself drifting his way. Todoroki was very attractive and we had been getting closer as of late. It was almost predictable.

Above all else, however, was a familiar scent that belonged to no one other than Kirishima. His smell was the second strongest next to Bakugou and I was thoroughly enjoying sniffing around his room like a feral beast, desperate to taste him.

I had to slap myself to stop myself from following their scents and instead made a beeline for the kitchen and raided my pantry, grabbing every snack and unspoilable food I could before running back to my room. I was as quick as I could feasibly be. But as I went to close the door, I found myself peeking outside and down the hallway towards Bakugou's room.

I shook my head.

‘I can’t go sneaking in his room.’ I scolded myself as my Omega whined at me, begging to investigate. I shook my head again as I felt my thighs clench and almost whined myself.

“No. I can’t.” But I didn’t move away from the door.

‘... Ugh why does he have to smell like that?!’ I cursed, looking back down the hall. Before I even realised what I was doing, I was sneaking towards Kirishima's room, as though I were about to be caught at any moment. I could feel Aizawa scolding me, but of course it never came since he was in class with everyone else.

‘This would be so amoral of me…’

Despite knowing this, I found myself grasping the doorknob. I cringed at the squeak as the door opened, but I was quickly blindsided by the absolute raw stench of his scent and felt my Omega trill in happiness.

From there I had zero control of myself as I entered his room, sniffing deeply as I attempted to fill my entire lungs with his scent.

Naturally, his bed smelt the strongest. And I couldn’t stop myself from lying on it and taking a deep breath of his pillow. With little effort I could fall asleep here and God did I want to.

However, I didn’t want to be caught by a cleaner or anything, so I regretfully removed myself from his bedding and skulked around his room with intrigue.

It was busy. Lots of posters and personables. Books were strewn about the place and there were papers everywhere along with clothing all over the floor.

It was a mess, really. But it was his den and right then it smelled like home.

I couldn’t help rummaging through his things as though I were searching for something. But I was careful enough to put everything back exactly as I found it before eyeing the exit with disappointment.

‘I need to leave.’ I concluded, anxiously, ‘I need to get back to my room.’ despite feeling safe immersed in his scent. Regardless, I needed to get back and the need to hide was strong.

I couldn’t force myself to leave quickly. I eyed the bed and whined before eyeing his dirty clothing on the floor with a dangerous thought in my mind.

‘I can’t.’ I argued as I looked inside, moving things around a bit as I took in his scent further, ‘He’d so notice if I took something of his.’

As if that was the only reason not to steal his clothing like some kind of smell-pervert.

‘Man I’ve really stooped to a new low.’ I concluded as I pawed at a shirt of his that smelt the strongest. Instincts told me I needed it for my nest and no matter how much I tried to rationalise, I found myself stealing the shirt and running back to my room to hide - from everyone and my shame.

I was grateful to Aizawa for warning off the rest of the class now that I’d committed a crime. But the way my Omega praised my decision left me feeling euphoric, especially as I snuggled the shirt and preened the den I’d created.

I spent most of my time preening, snuggling Kirishima's shirt and masterbating. It was a simple routine as I stored my snacks carefully as though I was creating a proper den to live in. And I supposed I was, given I’d be stuck here for the next however long it would be before I could go back to normal.

When I started to hear the whirl of the elevator and the sounds of people talking that was my first clue that school was over. My next clue was the knock at my door.

Knock! Knock!

My head snapped up as I took in the scent by the door. It was Shoji.

"Uh… just wanted to let you know we're all thinking of you, (L/N). We'll be here when you're ready for us."

I felt myself swell with happiness even if I found myself growling at the intrusion. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything back though as the girls muttered to one another quietly before going to their individual rooms. I found myself on edge, listening intently to everyone returning to their dorms or going elsewhere as I hid in my nest.

I had no idea how anxiety-inducing it would be now that everyone was back. But now I knew: it’s very anxiety-inducing.

I managed to fall asleep by burrowing myself with blankets and pillows. However I stirred when I sensed someone outside of my door, hearing them muttering curses to themselves.

That’s when I realised it was Kirishima of all people.

I practically leaped out of my nest, thoroughly ruining it, and leaned across the door, taking in a deep breath of his scent. It was then I realised I smelt something else tasty and wondered if he’d made food for me.

My heart and Omega leapt at the thought.

“Food, food, food!" he knocked, “I’m leaving it out here for you!”

'For me…?'

I had to claw at myself not to open the door and jump on him. Taking deep breaths I tried to focus on the smell of the food instead of the smell of Kirishima as I listened to his footsteps recede. And only when I was sure he’d retreated did I open the door and take the contents, eating quickly before leaving the bowl outside of the door as he had done.

This continued morning and evening for the next few days and sadly I wasn’t improving despite ordering new toys and other kinky tools to try and earn some relief. I was extremely grateful for Aoyama bringing them to me, oblivious to the contents, grateful that he wasn't hoping he’d get to see me when he knocked on the door. I heard him sit down outside of it as he began telling me about what I’d missed at school.

It was sweet of him.

“Deku lost it at that.” he revealed, keeping me on the edge of my seat, “I've never seen him so angry.

"Also what's going on with him and Uraraka?" I laughed, something he didn’t hear as I was hidden under the covers of my den.

I considered sitting by the door, but I was too desperate for a release, I worried I’d open it and ruin everything. And of all people, as wonderful as Aoyama is, my rational brain and Omega didn't want to have sex with him.

Only Kirishima would work. He was my prime Alpha.

So I didn’t and waited for him to leave before taking the box and abusing its contents.

By the time I had finished it was dinner time, and I basically sat glued to the door with blankets on me as I listened for Kirishima to arrive.

The strength of the symptoms seemed to wax instead of wane as time went on and I realised I was starting to really struggle when I heard his familiar footsteps coming towards the door. I breathed in greedily when I was greeted with his scent and moaned at the delicious smell, feeling myself until he paused at the door and knocked.

"Knock Knock!" Kirishima beamed through the door, "Food, (L/N)!"

I didn't move from my position as I attempted to process that he was at my door. When I did I ended up tumbling over my blankets and smacked into the door.

"Ouch…" I muttered, rubbing my head as Kirishima jumped, surprised at the sudden noise.

"... Uh you okay in there?" I groaned.

"Mostly…" I muttered as I took in his delicious scent from the doorway.

"You trip?"

"Maybe…" he sighed and chuckled.

"Need me to look at it?" I purred at the thought.

Without another word I cracked the door open and peaked out. Kirishima hadn't seen me looking quite so ragged and feverish before and was slightly taken aback. Especially as I opened up the door for him to reveal my attire which did little to hide my figure and my aching cunt - the slick was practically pooling and he immediately flushed in surprise.

However his attention was at the mark on my head and knee that had already started to bruise and bleed. He sighed and shook his head before entering, pulling me to the bed before going for the med kit he knew I kept in the bathroom.

Sitting beside me he gently took my leg and placed it on his lap so he could get a better look. I watched with awe as he delicately dabbed a piece of cotton with antiseptic before placing a bandaid over the wound. He then grinned up at me.

"All better." He beamed, placing my leg back on the bed carefully before leaning over and grasping my cheek, "Let's look at your forehead now…" he hummed, sticking his tongue out as he got more cotton doused in antiseptic.

The whole time I watched him. The way his eyes glowed in the light of my fairy lights. The way he would grit his teeth when I flinched from the sting of the antiseptic. I hadn't realised just how beautiful this creature was.

When he pulled back to get another bandaid I stopped him. He looked at me, confused as I sat up on my knees so I could look down at him. He gave me a quizzical look as I leaned down before taking his lips.

Kirishima didn't pull back. In fact he immediately reciprocated in a long, sweet kiss. It felt passionate. It took my breath away.

"I need you." I breathed.

Kirishima looked surprised at this before it turned to contemplation. He looked away, cheeks reddened.

"I don't want to take advantage of you." He admitted. I tilted my head.

"You can't be taking advantage of me if I've liked you all this time." He blinked, looking up at me with surprise.

"Really?" I smiled, eyes hooded with love as I caressed his cheeks.

"Of course, Love."

He took a moment to process what I said before he leaned up and kissed me again. However he was the one to try and deepen the kiss, which I reciprocated readily. It soon got heated as he tugged on my hair, earning a moan into the kiss as I yanked on his t-shirt. Our tongues battled for dominance and he was winning. But I didn't care.

I pulled away only to force his shirt over his head, causing him to laugh as he helped remove it.

"Impatient." He teased, earning a kiss on the nose. With flushed cheeks he pulled me onto his lap and began to make out with me again, earning breathy moans when I ground down on his groin. I smirked into the kiss, earning a nip on my bottom lip. When I gasped he sucked on it before smirking back at me with teeth showing.

'Two could play at that game.'

I rocked my hips, earning a hiss and making me grin down at him. However I didn't have long to react as he pulled me to sit firmly on his meaty thigh before grabbing my ass and pulling me into rocking against his thigh. This earned him a moan as the fabric of his trousers caught my clit.

Kirishima smirked up at me again as I lost myself in the sensation, him rubbing small circles into my hips and ass as he continued to guide me along his thigh. Only when I began to rock more rapidly did he start to nibble and suck at my jaw and down my throat.

When he tugged at my shirt I removed it, discarding it in a random direction across the room. To my surprise he leaned back and looked up at me with a loving gaze, filled with awe.

"You look beautiful, Sweetheart."

I felt my cunt clench and so did he. He smirked but said nothing before sitting back up to go at my jaw before moving down my neck again. When my hips began to stutter he encouraged me to continue, taking one of my nipples in his mouth to give a long suck.

"Ejirou…" I panted. He nodded, tongue twirling around the sensitive bud before popping off.

"C'mon Beautiful." He encouraged, slapping my ass before kneading the same area, "You can cum for me, can't you?"

I nodded feverently. I was seeing stars as I got off on his thick thigh. I was getting close and he spent most of his time just watching me, gently kneading my ass or breast and giving my neck little nips. He wanted to see me when I came and it wasn't long before I was fulfilling that wish.

"Ejirou…!" I whined, "I'm close!"

"You can do it, (F/N)." He whispered into my ear, "Cum, Beautiful."

"I-I'm gonna…!" I screamed his name, eyes rolling back as pleasure washed over me. My hips rolled a few more times through my high before stuttering to a stop as I came down from my high.

"Beautiful." He smiled, moving a piece of my hair from my face as he looked up at me. It was then as I became more lucid that I realised I'd ruined his pants with my slick. But he didn't seem to mind as his hands glided around my body.

"Need knot." I whined, thighs clenching at the discomfort. Kirishima wasn't sure what that meant, but it didn't take much thinking to realise I was likely talking about wanting to have sex with him.

"C'mere." He ordered and I obeyed as he put me into position, ass up in the air as I kicked off my underwear. Slick dropped down my thighs and he tutted, "Such a mess down here."

Kirishima licked up my thighs and across my aching pussy, taking a taste. However before I could get any stimulation he pulled away. I whined, looking back at him only to silence myself as he pulled down his trousers and boxers in one fell swoop.

To say I was surprised was an understatement. Although I wasn't sure what to expect, exactly, I realised quickly it was good he'd worked me up so much because he was big.

Kirishima climbed over to me, hand on his erection as he pumped it a few times. It drooled precum giving it a slick appearance. He wasted little time in lining himself up at my entrance. However he was hesitant to push further.

"Tell me if it hurts." He warned. I nodded, wiggling my butt at him and causing him to spank me again.

He was slow as he pushed in. It was a stretch but I could take it with the amount of slick I produced being a big help. I groaned as his head made entry, eager to rock back and take him fully but his ironclad grip on my hips prevented me.

"We have plenty of time, Sweetheart." He chuckled at my eagerness. I whined. However to my surprise when he was mostly in he slammed the rest in, causing me to yelp in surprise.

"Better?" I purred at that and nodded, not trusting my voice as I felt him beginning to pull out again, less slowly.

Kirishima began a slow pace, being careful to stretch me out. But after he was well situated, his pace and brutality picked up. He had his hand in my hair, pulling me up so he could listen to my pathetic howling as he fucked me hard and rough from behind.

"This better, yeah?" He begged as I bounced on his cock and nodded.

"Y-yes! Please! Don't stop, E-Ejirou!" I begged as he slammed into me over and over again.

"That's what I thought. You like it rough, huh, Beautiful? Yeah you do."

I was seeing stars again as his brutal pace increased even more. I could feel his quirk working in his hands as he gripped onto me tightly but I didn't mind. It was actually a turn on to experience his quirk in this setting.

However one of his hands left my hips so that he could thumb at my clit, the other pushing me into the bed by the hair.

"Good girl. Such a good girl for me, aren't you?" He moaned, pounding away, the loud slaps sounding throughout the room loudly, ricocheting off the walls.

I was getting close again and Kirishima could tell by the way my cunt fluttered around him. It milked him for all its worth and left him a moaning mess on top of me. He began to nip at my neck as he continued to pound into me, doing his best to get me there.

"You can do it, Beautiful." He encouraged again, "I need you to cum for me, okay?"

With a few more thrusts I came hard on his cock and screamed into the bedding. As I did my cunt clenched around him tightly and he hissed out a moan.

"So tight."

Kirishima continued to thrust into me deeply, so deep I was sure he'd bruised my cervix. But I didn't mind, feeling him deep inside was delectable. So when he came, painting my insides white, I mewled.

"Fuck…!"

Kirishima's hips stalled after riding through his high before collapsing to my side. Turning over I cuddled into his chest as his arms immediately went around my body, pulling me close.

"Better?" He begged, kissing my temple. I hummed, snuggling in close, nuzzling his neck.

"Better."

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Love favors the bold, not the clever

LOVE FAVORS THE CLEVER, NOT THE BOLD

Male! Yandere OC x reader

Trigger warning! Yandere behavior, obsessive behavior

Side note — if you read the trigger warning and still were triggered by the content (or any that I’ve wrote) please message me ASAP and tell me about it. This goes for all of my works, but I do not mean harm writing these stories and the content of my blog are dark and heavy. I DO NOT condone this behavior and if any of you see yourself in a situation like this I urge you to seek help.

Summery! In the forest of Hwen, lay a faerie king who aches for a love to call his own. He decides that he’ll visit the neighboring mortal town Willowdale where he meets you. Sweet little you housed him and fed him and gave him what he always wanted: companionship. And something a little deeper…

There is a tale in a small town next to the Hwen Forest, of a lonely king who wishes for company. He sings whims on the love stories he overhears from the neighboring mortal town, but alas he has never had a story to call his own.

So he stays in his bedroom, waiting for an opportunity to find his own romantic partner.

On the kings hallway leading to his chambers, a messenger with a gangly build rushes to his door, he bangs once and on instant the doors opens.

“Sire, you must attend to the banquet arranged from Hevara, Lady of Court Flies.” Geario users to his king. But the king pays him no mind and stares at the emptiness of his sumptuous bed.

“Tell her lady that I am unable to attend.”

Gaerio takes a step forth before he queries, “why so? You have no courtly business to heed to.”

“On the obstinate.” the king takes small precise steps to his grandiose wardrobe. “I've arranged preparations for a small group of my court and myself to visit the neighboring mortal town Willowdale.”

𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊

“$5.85 for your drink ma’am.” You say with practiced enthusiasm. The old lady from down the street fiddles with her purse and puts down a mangled $10 bill.

“You could’ve been faster.” She mutters under her breath before she snags her drink and steers out of the store.

Bitch

You blow a sigh of relief knowing that your shift has ended. You don't mind the cruel remakes some of the people in this town may say to you, you don't have the time to give them any attention. Now, your focus is to rush to your university as fast as you can and not miss your class. The street is crowded with people and you grip around your phone for dear life in dread someone may pick pocket you.

“Good morning sir!” you say to the store clerk on the street, he's helped you with your tuition money from time to time and the respect you and for him was deep. he smiles and nod.

“Off to class?”

“Mhmm!”

“I've heard that your class is outside near the garden from the boarders of Hwen Forest. Lucky for you, you're just a few blocks away from there.” you stop in your tracks. Sure treading the boards of Hwen Forest wasn't dangerous as long as you didn't cross into it but even then, you have never heard of something like this. You stop momentarily on the sidewalk. You have no reason to mistrust the store clerk he's helped you so much anyway so...

“Thank you sir.” you say, swinging your eyes when you notice him wince in contempt.

Odd

When you've reached the borders of Hwen Forest, which was basically a twig fence separating lands you notice that there wasn't any chairs set for the students to sit on, nor did you see your professor. You rub your eyes and check again but nothing has changed. The area was bare. The store clerk must have heard wrong but you appreciated his sentiment to help.

You turn on your heels and attempt to head back to campus before you hear a diminutive thumb

Wincing your head to the direction you panic when you see a supposedly tall man on the other side of the fence in regime clothes. A green doublet adorned in gold and brown trousers. His black hair is ruffled from the dirt and his tan skin has small cuts.

He looks as if he is bleeding.

You rush to him, not caring if you stepped over the boarder.

“Are you alright?” he doesn't reply. “Are you crazy! Don't you know it's dangerous go cross over the boarder separating Willodale and Hwen Forest.”

“You've crossed it.” he says infinitively.

“Well that’s because you crossed it!” You try defending yourself but you can tell the man doesn’t really care for your statement. “What are you doing here anyway.”

“Why do you care?”

“Because I'm worried that's why.” you don't think he’ll understand the thought though.

“Worried?” he mutters “why?”

You take a deep breath, talking to this man looks to be difficult.

“Here in Willowdale the people who've crossed the boarders to Hwen Forest have gonna missing and if they do get found, which by the way is very unlikely, their body is already dismangled to the point where it's harrowing to see. And now I see you here and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if that too became your fate.” his eyes seem to widen a little. “What's your name anyway? You can come to my house and I can patch you cuts. He'll you can even spend the night if that's what you need.” the man is silent for a protracted second. You don't mind waiting, already your assessing how deep the cuts on his arms are.

“My name is,” he clears his throat, “Alceste, my name is Alceste.” in return you give him yours and let him lean on you while you help walk him to your house.

“It isn't much,” you tell him gazing at your house. A small abode with two bedrooms and the smallest of kitchens.

“I don't need much, don't worry I'm not picky.” his voice is aloof but you notice the slight stang of pain in it. The wounds must really hurt him.

Once inside you take him to your study which was your closet at first but had enough space to fit in a table and chair and extra leeway to walk around in that you turned it into your office. You sit him down ok your chair and pull out a first aid kit.

“Luckily your wounds aren't that deep for me to do anything else.”

“Do you know a lot about medicine?” he asks, his voice monotone.

“Well I’m studying to become a doctor so I hope I do, otherwise all of my efforts would go to waste.” You laugh to yourself but stop when you notice Alceste makes no comment on it.

“Continue.” He asks softly, but it sounds more like a demand.

“I'm sorry.” you notice the subtle frown on his face the moment your words were uttered but merely in a second he resumed to his aloof face.

“Your laugh, it is...nice to listen to. Please, continue.” this man sure is weird, you think to yourself you aren’t sure how to tell him that's not how it worked so you simply just faked your laugh for a few more seconds.

“You should shower yourself, your body is covered in dirt.”

“Shower? Myself? As in, I have to do it?”

“Um, well I hope so?” But Alceste shakes his head.

“Nonsense, my servants help shower me if you wish to show me the hospitality as you say then I suppose it wouldn’t trouble you to clean my body with your own hands, would it not?”

Servants? What, does this man live in a damn villa?

“That’s not really—well I would think that,” you silenced by the look he gives you. “Alright then, I guess I will…shower you.” You try to think of this as helping you in your medical knowledge, but you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed.

His body is submerged in the bath tube besides his upper half. You try to think of how soft his skin is instead of how uncomfortable the reality of this situation is. Not to mention the fact that all throughout this his eyes are perfectly tranced on you. It’s like nothing else interests him.

“If I recall accurately you said I could stay the night here if this what I needed?” You bite your lip.

“Yes, I did say that. Why do you need to stay for tonight? I can prepare the guest bedroom—“

“I need a moth.” He cuts you off.

“What?”

“One month,” he says again, “if it doesn’t trouble you so much could you house me for thirty days and thirty nights? I promise I’ll pay you back in kind.”

Thirty days?

You weren’t sure if you even have the time but when looking at him and how hopeful he seemed despite his aloofness, it made you feel ashamed to decline him. He looks at you with jade doe eyes, his back hunched almost like he was curling in a ball just so you could have better access to clean him. You still doing understand why he couldn't clean himself but you were set on trying to help him. You try to think of how to formulate your sentence when he lifts up his soaked hand to grab the hem of your shirt.

“Please.” it comes out almost like a whimper and whatever thought you had of rejecting him vanished.

“I guess it wouldn't be impossible. But, uh, instead of one month how about half that time yeah? Two weeks maybe?” Alceste Is quiet for a while.

“Three weeks,” he requests, “if you don't mind.”

You say to yourself that three weeks is better than one month so you simply smile at him shyly and agree.

Oh how foolish you were.

𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊

The next day you have no classes to attend to so you thought it would be a good day to show Alceste around Wilowdale, besides the whether was really nice. You plan to show him parks, restaurants and the convience stores scattered around all of Willowdale. When you reach your bathroom your surprised to his Alceste already there. In only sweats, his bare chest exposed. You can't help but stare at his lean build and how tall he was. His head almost reached the ceiling!

“Oh, it’s you. Good morning, I went digging through your closet and found these, they were the only thing that fit me and my previous clothes were getting too tedious to wear. I hope you don’t mind.” He ruffles his fluffy brunette hair while his voice was nonchalant.

“Oh um I don't mind at all, seriously it's fine!” you wanted to chuck him across the face, “um I guess I can lend you a pair of jeans and hoodie, I'm taking you out today.”

“Taking me out? Isn't that what you mortals—I mean guys call a date? Are you taking me on a date y/n?” You stare at him dumbfounded.

“Whoever gave you that information is wrong. While in some cases taking a person out could be classified as a date but most of the time it’s just people hanging out with each other, you know, like friends hanging out or family.” He takes this into consideration.

“I understand, so the condition of one’s romantic date is based on the situation. Am I correct?”

“Basically. Now wait here I'm gonna check and see if I have any clothes that will fit you.” he nods and watches you leave.

You come back with a green hoodie and a oversized pair of baggy jeans.

“The clothes are from my dad, he must’ve left them here when he last visited me. Here change, these should fit you.” You hand him the clothes which he takes kindly.

“I appreciate this, y/n.”

“It’s no worries, a guest deserves this kind of treatment no?”

“I suppose so.” You gently smile before you leave the bathroom to give him space to change. When he is finished your pleasantly surprised to see that the clothes are perfect on him.

“Come, I have many places to tour you on!” You practically shout while runny to get your shoes and car keys leaving Alceste in the bathroom.

You weren't there to notice a small smile spreading his lips.

First you take him to the local park, a few kids are already playing and you notice how rigid his stance is.

“Children,” he mouths, “I didn’t think there would be a place to store them while they look so lively. I’d have to consider this for my own personal reasons.” You look at him concerned.

“No Alceste, this is a playground! Children have fun here, I used to play here too when I was young and it’s a pretty good place for kids to make friends. Did you not have any playgrounds when you were a kid?”

“No, I would be severely punished if I didn’t take my education as my first priority.”

Oh…

“Okay…um since you’re no longer a child you can have all the fun you want now!” He looks at you uncertainty.

“I don’t understand.” He replies bluntly.

“Okay, we’ll I guess I can show you instead of explaining it.” He’s caught off guard when you lightly tap on the shoulder.

“Tag you’re it!” You start running around the park giggling to yourself.

“I still don’t understand, where are you going?” This time his voice had a slight edge to it, like he’s afraid that he’ll lose sight of you.

“You’re supposed to catch me while I try to run away, that’s the game. Usually you’ll be the tagger unless you catch me and that can last a while but since where tight on time I’m giving you ten minutes. If you can’t catch me in that time than you lose and I win.” That’s all the explanation you give before you continue in your attempt to flee. You guess this where the logic of the game clicks in his head and he starts chasing after you.

You’re surprised at how fast he is so much so that you stop your run to just stare at him. Not even a minute has passed before he’s got you cornered between two trees. But he doesn’t trap you, instead he places both of his hands on your shoulders and try to give you a massage.

“While you were running I notice your shoulders were tense and rigid. It didn’t look normal, I looked at the other kids that surrounded the playground and I stand corrected, your shoulders look, as you would medically say it, spasticity.” Now you are the one caught off guard. You don’t tell him to stop because even if the situation was odd because you two are practically strangers but still, the massage was nice. And you guessed that he was too. “Oh and I think I’m supposed to say, tag, you’re it.”

You try to smile, gently tugging his hands off of you. “I think it’s best if we continue with our day, what do you say?”

When night approaches you are tired out of your wits. You'd taken him everywhere you could think of, clothing stores, hospitals, movie theaters, hotels just anywhere that wasn't a house. Your eyes are practically begging for some shut eye. Meanwhile Alceste doesn't look to be fatigued at all.

“I want to tell you that I appreciate all of this,” you look at him with sleepy eyes “I've never felt this welcomed by anyone ever. The hospitality you've showed me today was a testament to your character. Truly I am deferent to this.”

“It's nothing.” you say, waving him off.

“Your wrong” he simply states, “it’s everything, some people wish they could have the kind of heart you do and I praise you for it.” You can’t help but notice the way your cheeks flush.

“You really thinks so?”

“I do, I really do.” The sleepiness from your eyes seem to wear off from his compliment.

“Thank you Alceste, I have to say you may be my most intriguing guest I’ve ever hosted.” You nudge him on the shoulder.

“I’m glad.”

By the end of the first week of his stay with you, you’ve already taken him as a friend and he has taken you as something so much more.

The second week of his stay has begun and you’ve finally finished your studies for the day so you decide to take him out for coffee.

“I’d prefer it more if it were sweeter.”

“There are sugar packets if you want to add some.”

“Really? Where?”

“Just ask the person at the counter.” You point your gaze to the guys busy making drinks for the other fellow costumers. Though from your utterance you notice the complete change in body language from Alceste.

“On second thought, I don’t need the sugar.” There is a pause as you both drink your coffee. It’s comfortable, it’s nice, nothing like how you first felt when you took him in and agreed to house I’m for three weeks.

“How has your collage been?”

“It’s been fine, I’m waiting for an important call today, kind of nervous.” You set your coffee down on the table and play with your fingers. Sometimes you envy your temporary roommate with how poised and fresh he is. But living with him you notice how dependent he is of others and how shy his essence is.

“Don’t be nervous, when I have pressing issues I like to spar with my servants. Most of them get seriously injured or even die in the end but it does get my mind off of things.” You wince when you hear the mention of him killing people. But then you chalk it up to him joking with you.

Yeah, that’s what it is, he definitely doesn’t have any mental problems.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, how was your childhood like?”

“Horrible. I cannot begin to tell you of the many times I would get punished for doing the simplest things. I once got smacked for owning a toy, can you believe that? My parents said that playing with toys instead of studying books would inevitably ruin my future.” your heart hurts for him and you sure as hell don't know how he can say all of this with a straight face.

“It's not your fault.” You say quietly.

“Your pardon?”

“How you grew up, the violence and abuse inflicted onto you, it wasn’t your doing. It doesn’t matter what you’ve been told no one deserves to live like that. If you wish to talk about it more then I’ll be happy to listen to you.” From the silence the enveloped you two, Alceste feels grateful to have met you. Never did he think he would find a wife as charming and understanding as you. And he doesn’t want anyone else.

“You truly are extraordinary…”

“What was that?” You ask but Alceste shakes his head and said it was nothing.

“I have good news to tell you.” You look up at him.

“Really? What is it?”

“I’m moving to Willowdale, permanently. Don’t worry it won’t interfere with my work. I’ll be moving at the end of next week which matches up perfectly with the timeline of my stay with you. I’ll be able to see you more frequently too, considering how much more free my schedule will be.” He talks with a sense of proudness and you can’t help but be proud of him too.

“That’s amazing Alceste! I can help you pack your bags oh I’m so excited!”

Alceste wants to tell you that it is him that’s excited, because then he can ask you to marry him and he’ll finally have a love to call his own. You’ve truly vexed him, he can’t wait to ask the question. But alas, the time more the situation is adequate enough.

It was when you least expected it late at night that the important call you’ve been waiting for finally happened, and you got good news. Rushing in the guest bedroom you called Alceste name over and over again until he woke, which wasn’t many, he woke up by the third chant of his name.

“I got in I got in!” You shout, startling him.

“I don’t understand.” His groggy voice is light in comparison to your incessant screams.

“My internship! I applied to work at a local hospital and they agreed to hire me as long as I do a four month internship and I got it!”

“Well congratulations.” He applauds, though his voice is much more soft than yours. But then you look at him and then you’re unsure of what you’re going to say.

“There is, one problem though.”

“And that is?”

“Our time has to be cut short.” That snaps Alceste out of his sleepy state. His body goes rigid and his breathing faster. He can feel his heart squeeze.

“What do you mean?” He asks rashly. You wince at the sudden gone of his voice but you continue on.

“My internship is in the UK a whole country away, and they want me in four days.” Alceste doesn’t know what to think or what to do.

He needs you.

You were the one to show him kindness, to show him such hospitality. You made him fall in love, you couldn’t just leave him like this.

“No…” is all he says, grabbing onto your forearm quite harshly.

“Alceste you’re hurting me!”

“No, you won’t go, you won’t leave me.”

“Alceste it’s only four months! I’ll come and visit whenever I can, I promise!”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m not letting you leave me like this. I’m not letting you leave me at all!” You try as hard as you can but you can’t get out of his hold.

“Alceste you’re scaring me!” It was then that he decides to let you go.

“I apologize, I didn’t meant to…” he looks as if he is lost, as if he doesn’t know what to think anymore. You try to look at him like a friend would but after what just happened you can’t help but feel creeped by him.

“Alceste, I want you out of my house.” Your voice is shaky and you barely get them out of your mouth.

He doesn’t respond. That’s seems to happen a lot.

“Alceste?” You call his name again, delicately you take your forearm and examine it. A bruise is going to form.

“I’ll leave if you agree to something for me.” You decide hearing him out won’t be the worst decision you could make.

“What is it?” Your voice is weary.

“Tomorrow, visit me at the boarders that separate Hwen Forest and Willodale. Let’s depart their.” You suppose ending your relationship with him on a semi good note couldn’t be bad.

“Fine, it’s agreed upon then.”

𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊 𓋼 𓍊

Alceste waits by the boarders impatiently, his messenger Geario is to his left, well hid by the trees that no passerby could notice him.

“Your majesty are you sure your plan of yours will work?”

“I’m certain, prepare the room.”

“Understood sire.” Geario bows before he swiftly winnows away.

It is then that you walk in, oh sweet beautiful you he can’t seem to get his eyes off of you.

But you seem to be concerned again, because just like how you saw him first he is again at the other edge of the boarder. You don’t know why he wishes so much to be in the territory of the fey folk.

“Alceste, what are you doing on the other side of the boarder?”

“Is that really the first thing you tell me considering the situation?” You clench your teeth.

“I came as you requested, let’s get this over with I have packing to do.”

“Of course, but before you leave I want to show you something.”

“And that is?”

“Step a little closer.” He urges and you find yourself stiffening up.

“You may have no problem crossing the line between us mortal and them faeries but I actually regard my life in a high light so—“

“This is probably the last time we see each other and you won’t even grant me my one wish?” You contemplate your situation, sure you could be kind and lend him this one thing but it is your life that your toying with. Still, you wonder how he could so carelessly cross in the forest like this. You couldn’t lie to yourself, you’ve gotten your interest piqued.

“I’ll do it if you answer me this: why aren’t you afraid of the folk in the Hwen Forest? The very forest you’re stepping in right now.” He regards you for a moment.

“I’ll tell you if you cross the boarder and stand by my side, so we could have a proper end to our chance meeting.” You collect all the courage you can search for and with a hesitant ache in your chance you step over the twig fence.

“May I hug you?” Alceste asks and for some reason you relent. The minute his arms are closed around you something feels off. His breaths are longer and deeper and his grip around you clenches. “You have no idea…” he mutters “how long I’ve waited for this.” From beneath your feet little buds of mushrooms poke out creating a circle around you.

“Alceste what are you doing…” your voice fades out as you realize what is happening.

“To answer your question, the reason why I care not about my safety here regarding the folk is because I am one of them. I am their king matter of factly, King Lahreus, the Supreme of all Martial arts. You won’t be able to get away from me anymore, dear Y/n. I’ll find you, I’ll find you in every lifetime in every form you take. Because you are mine and I am yours and we are mated for all life. And now you have secured your fate, because you stepped into the one things mortal should not. A faerie ring.”

You feel bile clogging up your throat.

“No…”

“Yes. Do you know why we met when we did? You must think that your store clerk gave you the wrong place but actually he was one of my messengers. I’ve ordered him to pose as a mortal and lure you to me. And you know what? It worked.”

“You’re a monster! I hate you!”

“You’ll change your mind.” You thrash around in his hold but he won’t give up, not when he has you all to himself, not when your right here just for him.

“Stop that, you don’t want to be punished by my own hand.” Now fear is all you feel. You can’t look at him in as a friend anymore, hell you can’t even look at him as a pitiful stranger anymore.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Nothing that doesn’t have your best interest in mind.” You don’t believe him, you don’t think you ever will anymore. “Do you know of faerie bargains?” You nod your head slowly. “How about we make one? I think you would want to hear this out.”

“What is it?” Your voice croaks and you can feel the threat of tears falling from your eyes.

Alceste hums to himself, slowly stroking your hair, trying his best to make it as pleasing as he can for you.

“How about…Your mine and I am yours, what do you say? I consider this a bargain no mortal should think to turn down.”

You can’t bring it in yourself to dignify him with a response, all you can do is cry and Alceste delicately massages you lulling you to sleep.

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AN: this is unedited and it’s my first (actual) post here so enjoy

#yandere blurbs #yandere scenarios #yandere fae #yandere male #yandere #obsessive #yandere original character #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x reader #you x yandere #reader x yandere #Alceste x reader

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So, I wasn't gonna post anything about this, honestly, but because I was directly asked, here's my 2 cents!

First, I want to thank you for saying you trust me with this! I'm also on the ace-spectrum, and I'm a queer, bisexual woman, so I do have a lot of empathy with you and everyone else who was down for queer rep.

(Also, I do not have Anon turned on for my asks. I absolutely respect your privacy, but I've been harassed before, and if people want to come at me, they can do it with their whole chest. Similarly, if people want to come TO me, I'd love to be friends!) I want to start off with the fact that whilst I understand that you believe the article, I don't. Call it the skeptic in me, or my media literacy classes during my grad program or denial or what have you, but we live in a huge era of misinformation. A tabloid is not likely to be any kind of reliable source, and a random reddit user even less so. It's like making a balloon full of pudding and having a clown say it's helium. We're not going to know until the needle pops it. Surely, no one would ever lie on the internet.

That being said, as much as I yearned and wanted for Demi Colin to be confirmed, it's not set in stone, and so it couldn't have been taken away from us. Honestly, even being ace-spec, a lot of the HC of Demi!Colin started putting a bad taste in my mouth when I realized that a lot of this predominately cishet fandomw as doing it as a means of keeping Colin 'pure' for Penelope, and that struck me as incredibly acephobic. Sure, they were HCing him as one of us. . .but not because it fit with his character or provided a rich and interesting arc for him to explore, but more so that his identity was an extension of their hopes and wants for Penelope. It wasn't for him as a character, but for him as a prize. And that made me so very sad, so my dream of Demi!Colin died when I saw that happening so frequently. Us Demi and Ace folks deserved better than that, and we continue to.

Either way, I think you are absolutely allowed to feel your disappointment! This is a frustration safe zone! There was a lot of potential this season, especially for Colin, that I feel has been dropped. But even IF that article contains some truth (big, heavy IF). . .idk, I see it through the lens that lot of us Demi folks have had sex. Even no strings attached sex. I know I have. Was I disassociated from it for a lot of the time? Yeah. Was it satisfying? No. But did it happen? It did. I chose to take part in it, and they were experiences that helped me grow. And I am no less Demi for it! IF this article is true, instead of us freaking. . .I feel like it could tell us a lot about Colin's character.

He is a man who has had, largely, no good role models in his life. Not in this regard. Who does he have to guide him? Anthony? Literally said he should have taken Colin to brothels. Benedict? Hell, he had a threesome himself. Why wouldn't Colin be out here thinking 'This is what Men do, this is what my brothers do, why not?' Colin is young. He's 23 still trying to find himself. And the entire idea of 'oh, he's a nerd! no way he's had threesomes' lol, like nerds aren't kinky? Come on, I'm a nerd and I've done way more than people would assume I have. He was traveling for months, and I think this really isn't as huge a deal as we're making it out to be. I ship Polin exclusively, and I love the idea of them having their firsts together, but I'm also not angry otherwise. In my mind, he's still demi. Just like he'll always be ND, even if it isn't confirmed.

Sidenote, o want to touch on something that is somewhat unrelated to your post, but something I'm seeing a lot is the whole 'it's dehumanizing for him to watch two women!' or 'it's lesbian fetishization!'

from the very bottom of my heart, as a gay woman, people saying that can eat me. These are the same people who didn't care about any of our representation, before. They didn't care about having lesbian characters, didn't bring them up. Now that it affects their (largely) het pairing, and specifically Colin as a perfect prize in a pairing he has largely been denied a narrative within, we're talking pieces and pawns for their discontent? No, I refuse. There are legitimate criticisms that can and should take place about Bridgerton's lack of care toward wlw, and especially that our only representation may actually just be a lesbian performance for the sake of a threesome, but this is not a criticism on COLIN. It is a criticism on the PRODUCTION. Because if we had queer women in the series before, it wouldn't be an issue. However, I refuse to have my sexuality used as a 'ewwww gross! look what they're doing! isn't that soooo wrong?' gotcha moment by people who just don't like his character. If we're gonna have a conversation about it, we should have a conversation about it based purely on our actual desire to protect and care for queer women. Not using us as stepping stone soap boxes to prop up an argument.

Queer people are really done dirty in the Polin fandom, and this is proof of it. Demi!Colin is important to me, and he continues living on in my heart and my fics, and even if it turns out that he's fucked up and down the Amalfi coastline and watched live porn, that won't make him less demi to me, personally. Ace spec people's experience with sex is all unique, and honestly, watching seems very in line with Colin's character. I don't agree with peeps who call it weird or gross that he watches porn.

This is an incredibly puritanical fandom, and I find it more and more evident as I spend time in it. The entire 'suffering' 'penance' 'deserve her' 'grovel' train was already very clear in that regard, and then people only wanting Colin to be a virgin so he remained 'pure' and 'untarnished' (legit takes I had to read with my own eyeballs) for Penelope was so Catholic on main that it made me feel insane.

Us ace-spec peeps deserve to be and should have the space to be upset at any developments taking place! We also deserve to be free from people doing pseudo pearl clutching and hiding behind feminist and queer-friendly language to disguise that they're just upset that Colin is getting anything at all in his storyline that centers around him and his own discovery outside of Penelope. Even if he isn't a virgin, he can absolutely still be Demi, Anon! And I hope that brings you some comfort.

Am I a fan of the threesomes foursomes moresomes and live porn speculation? No, not particularly. Am I livid furious throwing up about it? Also no. This series has betrayed me and disappointed me in so many ways, but so has the fandom. I guess I'm accustomed to it, now. But I want to reiterate that we should not believe everything that is posted. Some rando on a reddit forum confirming a tabloid article does not investigative journalism and peer review and confirmed sources make.

But in the event that the season does disappoint and gives us some baffling storylines: this is where fanfic can be such a comfort. It's how a story lives on in perpetuity. I've written trans!Colin and queer!Colin and demi!Colin and virgin!Colin and bdsm!Colin and all sorts! We can give we everything we want. It's our playground and it's meant to be fun.

But over my dead body will I believe a Sun UK article lol

#tagging because i was asked to make it public #polin #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #hot takes are hot i guess?

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gojo x reader (she has trouble how to express emotions and feelings so if you erm, don't prefer any readers that has a characteristic like this. pls scroll!!! Our very elder sister is the baddest of the baddest, none other than Yuki Tsukumo!!! But, you have another older sister and you're the youngest) waarrninnggg! possibly has a smut in the second part or idk third part, goofy moments, wholesome shits, and maybe angst if you squint, all characters are aged up to 18. I'm also convinced that tumblr is just made for desktop users LMFAOO

2006, Tokyo Jujutsu High

You weren't really interested in sorcery and had grown to do things that weren't fully related to it, unlike your older sister who is already experienced. Your parents had only forced you to enroll in her school; after all, you were born into a powerful family filled with sorcerers. You have the potential to become one, but it sounds incredibly boring and doesn't seem to suit your tastes. Korimu, your older sister, is a talented student at Jujutsu High. She has great performance, which means you don't have much time to bond. Lately, there has been a lot of awkward tension between the two of you. "Stop complaining, you'll do fine," your sister Korimu says, continuing to comb your hair regardless of your grumbling and whispering. You fold your arms and avoid eye contact with her in the reflection of the mirror. "I am not," you retort back, trying anything just to compose yourself. "Is that so? Well, by the look on your face, you seem like you're casting a spell under your breath." Your eyes roll in irritation, building up and growing heavy on your nerves. "Whatever, Mom and Dad just forced me to enroll in your school because you're a fourth-year in a school where sorcerers learn." "Perhaps, but you have every opportunity and the potential to become a sorcerer. You know, saving people and fighting curses? Isn't it at least fulfilling to achieve something for the people around you?" "To you, but it's not my destiny or right to become one." Korimu sighs at your comment, knowing how stubborn you are when discussing sorcery. "Y/n, you inherited the power that you rightfully deserve from our clan, where you were blessed as soon as you were born. It's not better or worse than mine, so please, take this opportunity. You can't just wait for someone to tell you this." You were slightly convinced by the sound of desperation in your older sister's tone. "Fine, but that doesn't mean that I'm fully convinced yet." You brush her hands off and begin to stand up from your seat. You swear that when you ever-so-slightly lay a glance on her, there is a genuine and small smile worn across her lips as soon as she hears your response. You have to admit, though, you're not mentally or physically prepared to become a sorcerer. You don't learn martial arts like your sister, your body is stiff, and you punch like a stick. In a way, you sort of wish it was your sister who inherited your power instead of you.

"Ah, wipe that gloomy expression off your face, Y/n. It's only your first day at your sister's school! I'm sure you'll get used to it, sweetheart," you deadpan while your mother smother you with affection. However, despite your mother's reassuring words, you don't actually feel reassured at all. Your mother drops the two of you off at school before heading to work. Your parents don't spend much time bonding, except on weekends. I guess it's not so bad. "See you later, mom." Korimu waves goodbye, giving her one last smile and a kiss on the cheek before she reverses the car. "No kisses for mom?" Korimu tilts her head, but you don't respond.

FIRST POINT OF VIEW

"Korimu, what are you planning to do this time?" I raise an eyebrow, suspecting her movements, as she made her way outside the walls of Jujutsu High, jumping off the tall railing with ease and I couldn't see whether she jumped safely down the ground. My heart almost dropped and I immediately rushed to the railings, to check Korimu "Y/n! jump down here! I'll catch you! Promise!" Korimu called out and my heart was beating like crazy. My eyes open wide and shake my head in response. "Just do it!" I could hear her ordering again but I don't know for whatever reason, I was under the impression that she wouldn't catch me but yet again there's another good reason why she can catch me. She's an experienced sorcerer. "Korimu! You're too damn fast!" "Well, that's a sorcerer thing, you know!" Damn, we've been running for what feels like forever... I'm already exhausted... Where is this woman even taking me? We're not even inside the school building. "Where the hell are you taking me, woman?" This lady has an insane amount of stamina... In other words, Korimu looks around the area while effortlessly standing on another broken railing. "Well, I have an urgent mission to take care of for the second-years as well as my classmates." "And your brilliant idea was to bring me here?" "Yup." Her response is both annoying and tiring, and I have to suffer hearing every word come out of her mouth every time now. "Oh, I can already hear the mansion from very far away." "What- Nevermind, I'm not even going to question where you get these senses from..."

A few long seconds later,

We finally arrive and I can barely keep up with Korimu's pace... She's just like Yuki, both of them are beasts. "Oh, Y/n... Stop being dramatic and toughen up! That was the fastest lap I've ever done. I had to carry your scrawny little ass on the way here!" I can hear her laughing heartily while I was still thrown onto her shoulder, upset. As we get closer, it's quite a scene of destruction, but there is an unexpected encounter, I suppose. "Utahime, you cryin'?" the guy with sunglasses taunts, tilting his head, a devious grin plastered to that face. "NO, I'M NOT! AND BE MORE POLITE!" The girl, presumably Utahime, barking at him like how a wild dog would do to a stray cat. "If I was crying, would you console me? I'd definitely like that." for some reason, I have no idea what to react after that attractive girl intervened. "Nah, you wouldn't cry Mei. You're strong." As for Utahime... She grows more tense and aggresive while quite literally getting hovered by a bricked and concrete wall. While she was about to say something, Korimu makes an entrance and I was still obviously carried onto her shoulder. And some giant curse was about to attack Utahime but quickly got swallowed up by another curse. "Don't swallow it, I'll absorb it later." "Heya, Utahime! How are my fellow second-years doing? Wow, you guys really dropped the ball on taking care of Utahime and Mei Mei! You guys absolutely suck!" Korimu gives the second-years a thumbs up, which actually managed to compose Utahime slightly after her attention shifts to the two of us as soon she noticed her attention. "TSUKUMO! THANK GOODNESS YOU'RE HERE!" Utahime exclaims in relief while she runs her her way here, embracing Korimu tightly. I flinch slightly at her loud voice as I awkwardly shuffle to Korimu's shoulder. "Korimu, put me down, this is riduculous." "Tsukumo-senpaiii." Both the girl with the short haircut and the guy with sunglasses say in unison, and Korimu smiles back at them. "You're always late for an upperclassman, and you're also terrible at taking care of us." their attention then shift to me, analyzing me for a short moment before speaking

"Tsukumo-senpai, you didn't kidnap someone, did you? I know you have a habit of making us second-years as your child but I didn't expect you to take that level, way to go chief." "Do you guys seriously think of me that way as your senior...? After 1 year of teaching you guys with the tricks I have up on my sleeve, this is what I earn?" Korimu wipes an imaginary tear from her cheek, swaying her hair dramatically. "Pfft, well if you're referring to drugs, yeah." "Satoru, It's not nice to speak to your elders like that." "Don't spread your non-sense to my sibling, Gojo, and I'm not that damn old Geto. Anyway...This is my little sister, Y/n. She'll be your new classmate," she finally sets me back down to the ground and introduces me to anyone. "And these three are your classmates. Shoko Ieri, Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo."

"It's nice to meet you." Shoko offered a small nod and a smile as well. Though, I have no clue what to reply back than to just to repeat what she did without the smile stuff. Oh man... This is awkward, I'm technically classmates with Geto. He used to be my former partner after the we got arranged not unil it got cancelled, a year ago. "Why It's nice seeing you again, It's been quite a while since we've seen each other in face to face, is it not, Y/n? I see that you're still the same as always." there he goes, he brought up the fact we know each other but thank goodness it wasn't that we used to have an arranged marriage. Ah darn. "Indeed, I could say the same to you." I silently acknowledged, he smiled sincerely to me but I was unsure If I were the need to smile back at him as well. I recall during our time together, I showed bits and bits of emotions to him. "My, my. You have history with Tsukumo-senpai's sister, Suguru? You sneak." I cleared my throat as soon Gojo began to intervene the conversation, a soft laugh past Korimu's lips, but Utahime was still here, silently shooting daggers to her glare towards to Gojo alone. "Korimu! You better not be off slacking with these imbeciles that lack respect, I'm telling you! You're growing in your ego as their upperclassmen! Basically causing trouble and treating them like your own!" Utahime scolds, while shaking Korimu's arms but she just had a stupid grin on her face and I began to roll my eyes, folding my arms as I witness the chaos unfold. "Bwahaa... Whatever do you mean! I'm a good senior at em, teaching the young ones what I have up in my sleeves!" "THE FOUR OF YOU CASUALLY BLOWN UP THE CHEMISTRY ROOM YESTERDAY! WITH THE SECOND-YEARS!"

"And it was damn flashy when we did it! Now live a litte, Utahime! There's times in short life where you have to entertain your self!" Korimu pats her arm which seems more like a slap in my view, she turns her attention to me, she hooked her arms with mine. "Anyways you three, where's the curtain?" Korimu turns her attention to the second-years within her arms linked with mine and they went absolute pale at the question. "Hm, right. I was about to ask that too." Mei states, her arms folded as well with pretty half lidded eyes.

A very very few minutes later

"You think they'll be fine?" "Yeaahh... No, 50/50 chance. Yaga-sensei is prettyyy strict, but ya know, they'll live." Korimu smiles, and her posture always seems relaxed and comfortable inside Jujutsu High, her classmates, and my classmates whereas she treats them like her own children and causes trouble around with them. She's a lot livelier in here than at home. We waited outside the room for Yaga to finish to scold them three... Or at least one of them. "Right..." I mumbled while staring down at the ground, silently fidgeting with my hands that were placed on my sides. I wasn't sure whether the question I decided should be at the right time here now, though. I still feel Incredibly hesitant. Korimu eyes me and a chuckle escapes her lips. "What is it, you look like you're about to confess your love to me." she jokingly said so and I barfed, causing her to giggle at my reaction. "You're gonna make me vomit," "Just say it, what's stopping you? We have the time to talk about it before Yaga's scolding stops." I stayed silent for a short moment before finally speaking. "Am I really destined to be here?" As soon that question lingered the hallways of us two, there was a moment of silence until Yaga's voice intervened before Korimu was about to respond. "You may now enter." "I'll talk to you later, kay?" I wonder If what currently was revolving around her mind to answer my question was 'You don't really see any purpose as becoming one such as yourself, do you?' It was not an answer but rather another question that I imagined her hitting me back with it. I enter the room while Korimu peeks onto the doorframe, making my classmates perch up at her appearance, and a trail of happy 'Tsukumo-senpaiii!' leaves their mouths. "Heya teach," she greeted, with a smile, her hand guided behind my back. "Tsukumo, this must be your sister that you informed about transferring here, correct?" "Yup, that's her."

What the fuck, man why is there just a little amount of students here, this is kind of abnormal. Is that too extreme? Sorta. "C'mon now Y/n, introduce yourself! Don't stand there so lamely!" Korimu whispered-yell at me and I glare at her over my shoulder, she keeps nudging on me, gesturing me to do so.

#jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #satoru x reader #gojo x reader

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I've been forcing myself to read a terrible book, with the help of a friend, because I spent to much on it not to read it. I've been reading it aloud to my friend and we've been discussing all of the things we hate about it, one of which is that the author named a group of people 'shamanfolk' and their magic users 'shaman' then made them violent extremist outsiders experiencing genocide. I need to share a conversation we just had about it. The conversation turned to Avatar the last Airbender because the book was advertised as "a fantasy book for people who like zuko/katara vibes, written in a brandonesque way"

Here is the Convo;

(me) I found good words for why the use of 'shaman' in this book upsets me, beyond the way it uses an existing word with cultural ties extremely inappropriately

(me) This part of a post is from Tumblr explains it; If you want to make a metaphor for racism, you have to remember that racism is literally based on nothing. Africans weren’t enslaved en masse because the Robo-Musa threatened to destroy the world, they were enslaved because it was economically rewarding and politically convenient. If at any point your allegory for racism includes “so <oppressed group> did this major catastrophe and” then you have not only missed the point but you are literally reinforcing the ideas that racism have let racism self-perpetuate (that e.g. black people are naturally dangerous and violent and must be contained or begrudgingly accepted by the Nice White People)

(Friend) But its not even used only as an insult Its literally the only word used for them

(me) I might have phrased poorly, I mean that I felt my issue with using shaman to label a group of people went beyond just the insensitivity of using a real word that isn't his and using it incorrectly. I've now realized that it made it hard for me to get distracted from the racist undertones through the book

(Friend) Ah yes I understand, Its the white "romanticism" of it

(me) Yeah exactly, leaning way to heavy on the perspective some people have of zuko being kataras oppressor

In my opinion

I don't think he has the skills to back up what he's planning, like having an engaging romance and working to improve the society

(Friend) Kataras "oppressors" is the entire watertribe as a whole. What do they mean its Zuko?

(me) Do you mean fire nation? And the men in their society in general perpetuating misogyny but the ones actually killing them are zukos people. But not zuko himself!(unlike migo) the main pushback I see against zutara online is from people of color who feel that katara would never fall for a fire kingdom prince of she respects herself and that anyone who thinks she would has drank too much white savior koolaid

(Friend) Did you forget how sexist Soka was in the beginning? He didn't think Katara could do anything or be a good bender because she was a girl. And did you forget how when they went to the Northern Watertribe, she was completely barred from learning fighting?

(me) You're right that there are many forms of oppression throughout the show, from all sides really. I just meant to clarify that 'opressor' is referring to the fire nation specifically within the specific complaints people make against zutara.

(me) Also I'd say personally, I believe that word refers to the ruling class subjugating a people, not every ism within intersectional bias

(Friend) I honestly don't have the energy to debate over a kids show

That's where the conversation ended but I am still very frustrated by it the next day and if anyone has an opinion I'd love to hear it. I felt like my friend riled me up and then cut it off when I didn't agree with them and left me with so many questions

#atla #avatar the last airbender #zutara #zuko x katara #media literacy

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bestutfanonpoll · 9 months

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The forms have closed, which means it is time...

To meet the Contestants!

(which is happening this year for reasons)

Prunsel

Submissions: 2

Prunsel was born 27th of February 2021 from the dream of a Tumblr user then named tammycat, who now goes by @nyanoraptor . They dreamt they were playing Undertale, but when they reached Snowdin, Papyrus was replaced by an enormous, high contrast, photorealistic eyeball that looked directly at the viewer. This eyeball was, according to the dream, named Prunsel. Whenever Prunsel spoke, the music completely cut out and instead of text, a red glow would emanate from the text box. Since then, Prunsel has developed quite the fanbase for a character that came from a dream, and some even joke that it may be the brother Sans talks about in Deltarune.

Why it should win:

"Sans needs another sibling. For no reason except that having a giant hovering eyeball around would either greatly increase or decrease the quality of his life, and I think he would be willing to take that chance."

"All seeing eye"

Everyone is Neurodivergent

Submissions: 2 (indirectly)

Returning from the first season after being eliminated by Everyone is LGBTQIA+ in Round One (much sad). Many characters in Undertale (and secondarily, Deltarune) are headcanoned as being neurodivergent. Almost every character can be read as autistic (or anything else if you look hard enough, really), Frisk and Chara's fanon dynamic mimics DID (so I've heard, I do not have DID nor am I familiar with it, it's just what I've been told), and characters such as Alphys, Sans, Toriel, Kris and Flowey show signs of mental illnesses like depression or PTSD. Not to mention I'm pretty sure a lot of the fandom is neurodivergent themselves. Overall, headcanons like this are very common. (If I got something wrong or said something weird, please tell me so I can correct it, I'm not professionally diagnosed with anything and am mostly basing this off of what I've heard secondhand.)

Why it should win:

"I think it's cool and fits their character" (in reference to a submission of Kris being autistic)

Fanfiction

Returning from Season One after being eliminated by Fangames in Round One. Fanfiction is a pillar of every fandom and though there are, of course, the good, the bad and the ugly, fanfiction is one of my favourite things about this fandom and has even led me to some conclusions about myself (ask me for fanfiction recommendations I have some good ones!)

Cosplay

Returning from Season One after being eliminated by Headcanons in Round One. Cosplay is seriously underappreciated. Speaking as someone who's first ever cosplay was Undertale, that's hard work, and cosplayers turn out with some amazing stuff.

Shipping

Submissions: 3 (indirectly)

Ah, the best and worst part of any fandom, the shipping. Shipping is both beautiful and a warzone, romantic or horrifying. I personally am not a big shipper (I like Alphyne and don't have strong opinions on almost anything else) and hold the opinion of like what you like, and if I don't like it I can block people. Popular ships in the fandom include Alphyne (Alphys x Undyne), Papyton (Papyrus x Mettaton), Soriel (Sans x Toriel), Sansby (Sans x Grillby), Suselle (Susie x Noelle), Krusie (Kris x Susie), Kerdly (Kris x Berdly), Kralsei (Kris x Ralsei) and Queen x Rouxls (I don't know their ship name lmao). As you can see, many of them are gay.

Why it should win:

"Lancer parent silly" (In reference to a submission of Queen and Rouxls being T4T)

"I love it Very Very much. I think that the silly gamers should have Minecrap dates together and stick it to the player" (In reference to a submission of Kerdly)

Theories

Submissions: 1

With such a lore-heavy game in Undertale and an unfinished game like Deltarune, theories are rampant in the UTDR fandom. Ranging from iconic meme theories (Steven After Not Surviving, Sans is Ness) to more recent theorising on future Deltarune developments, it truly is the lifeblood of our fandom.

Why it should win:

"I am way too tired to type a full answer but they are so interesting and even the 'bad' ones are interesting. There are so many and it's entertaining to watch people piece together these things."

Papertrail

Submissions: 1

Papertrail is a Deltarune AU comic made before the release of Chapter 2 by lynxgriffin. It features original lore and most likely other amazing things I don't know about (I haven't read this one either).

Why it should win:

"It's a Deltarune fan comic that was started pre chapter 2 which is surprising, the creator expanded upon the little info we had and made their own interpretation of the story, having such emotional moments and amazing art. The ending to the comic was absolutely fantastic and I love it soooo much!!! I love the designs and ideas of the dark worlds, they're all so unique! Also all the different Ralsei-like creatures are each fun in their own ways and don't end up being the exact same characters, they also align with Undertale's soul colours! Also Lancer calls each Ralsei-like creature a different flavour of toothpaste and that's very funny. (Did I mention how well they handled Kris and their being controlled arc???)"

Animations

Submissions: 1 (indirectly)

Speaking as someone who's dabbled (made a three minute PMV once) in animation, it is really hard, which makes all the amazing animations this fandom creates all the more excellent. With creators such as Lupucs, who makes stunning Deltarune 3D animation, and long-running series like Inverted Fate (featured in season one), the creations of this fandom deserve all the love.

Why it should win:

"The animations take a lot of time and work, all the models being made by Lupucs themself. The shading and textures and smooth animation is also just so stunning, there's one animation where they have a giant crystal statue of Susie and it is so well made for just a 5 second clip, it's insane." (In reference to a submission of Lupucs)

The Other Puppet

The Other Puppet is an AU in which the secret bosses are swapped with the main characters- Spamton and Kris, Jevil and Susie and Seam and Noelle all swap, while Ralsei is replaced by a being known as Dinsoda. It also is intended to have an adult show tone, according to the creator.

Deltarune: Chapter Rewritten

Submissions: 1

Yet another AU I know next to nothing about. It was created by The Winterer, and is a role-swap AU that swaps Darkeners around.

Why it should win:

"Really cool AU with great music, recently got a fangame, definitely the best Deltarune fan content" (a note that this was submitted for season one)

Undertale Red

Submissions: 1

Undertale Red is a fangame created by Taxiderby, featuring an OC of theirs called Red.

Why it should win:

"It's a genuinely nice fangame with a good OC that isn't another AU Sans. It's well tought through with good looking sprites and I believe it deserves a place in the good things of the fandom." (a note that this was submitted for season one)

Deltarune: Neglected Oversight

Neglected Oversight is a Deltarune AU created by @boredgrace23. It's basically Deltarune on Hard Mode; it follows the plot of Deltarune but everyone who steps into a Dark World, including Darkeners who live there, forget who they were and become lifeless shells. Kris and Susie are the only ones who remember and it is their jobs to save everyone by closing the fountains.

And those are our contestants! Once again, may the best UTDR fanon thing win!

#bestutfanonpoll #undertale #deltarune #not a poll #announcement #season 2 #prunsel #papertrail #the other puppet #deltarune chapter rewritten #neglected oversight

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Hi Sam! If you're comfortable, I would definitely be interested in hearing about your upcoming experience with Adderall as an adult taking it for the first time. I'm 30 and will be inquiring about an ADHD diagnosis later this month, but Adderall scares me a little (probably unfounded, I've just never taken any kind of psych med or non-allergy daily med, and if I forget my allergy meds I just get a nasty headache and nothing more) and everyone I asked about their experience is under 25 and has been taking it for many years. I'm really interested to see how you feel while taking it, if you're willing to share 💙

I've had quite a few requests like this so I'm definitely going to keep talking about it when there's anything to talk about, under the Sam Has ADHD tag. :)

FWIW, this is my first experience with a drug like this, which affects brain chemistry -- the only other comparable experience I’ve had is weed, and I’ve never been an especially heavy user of that either. Never took antidepressants, mood stabilizers, sedatives, anything like that, so I’m in much the same position you are, although I have taken daily medication for other health issues before.

10mg of Adderall, which is a pretty low dose, clearly had an effect, which is good; the recommendation was twice daily, five or six hours apart depending on how I feel, on an empty stomach, so I took it at 5am before breakfast and again at noon before lunch. I had...a real weird evening, because while I wasn't doing a ton more than usual I did end up somehow staying up until around 10pm, which for me is very late, without really noticing. So today I thought I'd try just a single dose that would see me through the majority of the workday, and took 10mg at 6:30am after having eaten breakfast at 4am.

It kicked in yesterday right at the half-hour mark after taking, but this morning after half an hour I thought perhaps not taking it on a totally empty stomach had fucked with my ability to absorb the dose.

But then around 7:15 I cleaned out my front hall closet.

That wasn't something I'd been planning on and did give me a very "opening sequence of The Salton Sea" moment (the movie opens, after a brief history of meth, in a party house where among other things two women on speed are frantically organizing a sock drawer). Still, it did need doing, and now there's space to install some boxes to keep my winter sweaters. Which means my reward this evening is a trip to Container Store. And also a puzzle I get to do which I found while cleaning out the closet.

I am clearly going to have to learn to aim my new ability to focus, since unless I make a deliberate decision I just appear to pick Something To Do and do it, but that's a calibration issue and I’m pretty sure I can master it as long as I remember it exists.

The sensation is a little odd because after about an hour I can definitely tell my brain is working differently. It's kind of like being high, there's that same sense of calm, but my thoughts feel clear instead of clouded the way THC affects them. And things just get easier, like I'll think "Oh, I need to throw out that empty shampoo bottle" and instead of pretending I'll remember to do it after the shower, I just reach into the shower and pick it up and throw it out. I have done so many dishes in the last 24 hours, you guys. And right on the dot, at five and a half hours after taking it, I could feel my brain whirr to a stop.

Anyway it is rather validating to be reacting to a drug in the way I'm meant to, because I did get the distinct impression from the evaluation clinic that they felt my ADHD was too mild to require treatment. I don't actually feel high, or manic, or even really very different. I just do more stuff. Like someone tightened two or three screws in my brain and the gears no longer misalign as often. At least for five hours or so. :D

#sam has adhd

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hi! i’m user ames tattooine, and i’m gonna go over how to cut footage out of a scene. i’ll talk about rotoscoping—what it is, its history, and how to mask with the rotobrush successfully. i will also briefly go over how to use the pen tool to mask in after effects.

though this is pretty comprehensive and info-heavy already, there are still things i don't go over! but it should be a guide fit for beginner-intermediate after effects users.

YOU WILL NEED:

adobe after effects (minimum version cs5 / anything released after 2010)

basic knowledge of the interface and workflow, including but not limited to: compositions/precompositions, keyframes, and how to use brush tools

time. a lot of it

patience. more of it

also, before you click "read more," please note that this is about 3000 words long. definitely recommend viewing it in your browser. with housekeeping out of the way, let's go!

WHAT IS ROTOSCOPING?

very simply put, rotoscoping is a tracing technique. physically, it’s a little like using a selection tool on video. conceptually, things are slightly different, and that’s due to how it was meant to be used—but like many artistic tools, rotoscoping was transformed by contemporary artists / editors / animators / etc to become the versatile thing it is today. for mainstream giffing and video editing purposes, it is most often used as a way to mask footage out. see:

UNDERSTANDING ROTOSCOPING

the main thing you need to understand is that rotoscoping was meant for animation. not masking, not giffing—hand-drawn animation. in its early days, animation was clunky and generally unnatural-looking; not due to stylistic decisions about motion, but because artists were mostly guessing at how a movement would be divided into frames between point A and point B of any given movement. then, in 1915, two brothers named max and dave fleischer stuck a projector to a table, attached it to a car light, and beamed that light onto a block with tracing paper attached. they’d then take the image produced onto the tracing paper, trace out the figure (in the first case, dave dancing on top of a roof in front of a white sheet), and repeat this frame by frame to eventually trace an entire scene. the animated character would be drawn over / match the traced figures, and bam, animators suddenly had a HUGE shortcut to imitating real life movement in drawn scenes. (or, more accurately, only max and dave did, at least until the patent expired lol)

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN FOR ME??

well, maybe not much if you don’t care to nerd out like i do, but it should absolutely inform the choices you make re: scene selection. dave and max used a white sheet for contrast and added a car light to their apparatus to enhance that contrast when they were tracing. if you try to rotoscope a scene that doesn’t have much contrast to it, you may not come out the other end with much success.

but remember: the tool wasn’t created so that you could cut your blorbo out of a scene, it was so that artists could trace movement for funky and weird animated characters in the 1920s. over time, and as tech advanced, people realized that if they completed half the rotoscoping process, they would have an isolated scene from the original footage. aka, they could mask out background footage. sprinkle in a little web 2.0, accessibility and increasingly easy use of tools from the mid-90s onwards (and the implementation of the rotobrush tool specifically after 2010), and we have a fascinating study of how tools can be transformed from their original use to do things that are different but equally valid. and yeah—2010. it’s mind-boggling to think about the leaps and bounds we’ve made with editing tech in the last 10-15 years alone. i digress.

ROTOSCOPE =/= ROTOBRUSH

so here’s where you might be like, jesse what the fuck are you talking about dot jpg. i’ll try to be concise: rotoscoping is the method. rotobrush is ONE of the tools you can use to rotoscope. i have a little issue about terminology that i won’t get into, but what people want to do in gifsets and video edits with the rotobrush is MASK. they are using the rotobrush to mask away footage, the same as if they used tape to cover up sections of a canvas. it’s easier, however, to think of it in the inverse—taking specific footage out, rather than snipping background away. imagine i have gingerbread dough, and i want to cut it into stars or various shapes. one thing i could do is take a knife and a stencil and physically cut out my shapes; another thing i could do is use a cookie cutter. the rotobrush tool is like a cookie cutter if it was driven by machine learning, involved way too much math and programming for personal comfort, and also was incredibly inelegant. the former method can be done using the pen tool, which is more time consuming, perhaps, but it lends itself to accuracy because it’s all done by you, the artist. i will be going over both methods.

THE ROTOBRUSH METHOD

fucking finally! we’re in after effects! first thing of note: my interface looks like this. yours, unless you also went through a sony vegas envy phase in 2015 and then modified your existing cs6 interface to be as inconvenient as possible, does not. don’t worry about it—the tools you need are located in the same place, and if ever i use a panel you can’t find, just click “window” at the top (both in mac and windows) and click what you need there.

step 1: select your footage, and be selective. and boy, do i mean be selective, or else you are in for a world of irritation. you want a scene that has naturally high contrast between your subject and your background. you want a scene that doesn’t have erratic movement, or if it does, you need to have the frame rate to support that movement. similarly, your background shouldn’t have too much movement either.

(what is erratic movement? well, let’s say your footage is 24 fps, and a character moves their arm between frame 0 and frame 12, or half a second. if the arm is moving incrementally throughout all 12 frames, or every 2 frames, that’s workable! but if you have a still image for frames 0-3 where the character’s arm is in one position, then another still image for frames 4-6 where the character’s arm is in a vastly different position—that’s erratic movement. after effects will not process that easily.)

if you’re masking out footage of a human (or humans), then for your own sanity, choose a scene that doesn’t have a lot of flyaway hair. finally, you probably don’t want a scene that’s too long! for this tutorial, i’ve got this shot of my baby boy.

notice how he’s dressed in dark clothing against a very light background? how his hair is mostly flat to his head, and how there’s nothing really that could have erratic movement? the background is a little busy, but it doesn’t seem like anything that’ll mess up the rotobrush’s calculations. as a bonus, the subject is relatively large and details around the edges aren’t too detailed! this is the kind of footage that’ll give you an easier time.

note: when i say “calculations” btw, i really do mean calculations. the algorithm takes the brush tool set to “constant” and predicts “edges” based on things like contrast between pixels, relative position of where the brush was used, etc. this is why it can be really convenient, but also why it can be prone to error. as i said: inelegant.

step 2: isolate the scene in a separate comp, whether that be through creating a separate composition manually or just precomping your existing one. the key thing is to have workable start and end points that automatically pop up when you enter the layer so that you don’t have to wait hours for each unused frame to load. this is what i’ve got now:

step 3: enter the layer by double clicking it in your timeline. you should see a separate panel pop up at the top here…

and what looks like the entirety of your footage here.

fret not! this is simply how layers work in after effects: they’re non-destructive, so you can add modify it to your heart’s content, and the original footage will not change. kind of like smart objects in photoshop, if you want a comparison. that is to say, yeah, in this layer, you DO have the entirety of your footage; in your composition, however, you’ve cut away all but 3 seconds of it. the point of step 2 will be apparent in one second when you do step 5.

step 4: equip the rotobrush tool. that’s the blue icon here on your tool bar (turns blue when you equip it).

step 5: go to the beginning of your composition and vaguely trace the outline of your subject INSIDE the footage you want by clicking and dragging (like any other brush tool), like so:

the line doesn't have to connect, mine just does. you’ll notice that the "rotobrush and refine edge" effect is automatically applied, and if you zoom in on the timeline from step 3, you’ll also see that the start and end points of your workspace have been automatically set to fit your composition.

after you release your click-and-drag, you should see a pink outline appear around the selection.

you can change how you view your selection by hitting the buttons down here to toggle different alpha view settings. and if you didn’t know this already, alpha means transparency. i personally like switching between the pink outline and the alpha overlay setting—the former makes it easier to see the smoothness of my selection, and the latter makes it easier to see if i’m missing footage / provides a starker contrast.

step 6: refine the initial selection. if you have experience with tracking, you can think of this as a “master frame” where you’re defining the parameters that will go on to be approximated for the rest of the footage. reminder that you are manipulating an algorithm when you use this tool, so you want to feed it data! this means clicking and dragging to collect any missing footage, or holding option / alt while you click and drag to remove footage. if you see jagged lines (like around his hair here), you can make it smoother by tracing inside the subject around the area and removing footage from the outside around the area—basically, telling the algorithm that This Is Where The Edge Is And I’m Moving Around It.

step 7: click play and let footage propagate. once it’s done, it should preview and look something like this:

if you’ve done everything right so far, then your outline shouldn’t be jumping wildly around or anything—for the most part, it should stick to a good 80-90% of the footage you want! the more solid foundation you have that doesn’t need (much) fixing, the smoother the mask is going to be.

step 8: refine the “problem” frames. you can click through frame by frame and see where things go off the rails. for me, it’s anakin’s right (so my left) shoulder. basically repeat what you did in step 6 and add / take away footage as necessary to refine the edge. VERY IMPORTANT TO NOTE WHEN REFINING: the algorithm calculates edges FORWARDS. that is to say, if you make a change 2 seconds in, that change is only going to make modifications from that 2 second point onwards. it will not make a change backwards, meaning that if a problem starts to show up, you need to fix it from the root onwards and teach the algorithm that This Is Where The Edge Is. if you don’t do this, then you will end up going backwards frame by frame fixing the same mistake over and over again, and it will look wonky because you will redraw in different places. i have had students do this and spend hours in misery. be patient: work from the start and fix as you move forward frame by frame! don’t jump forwards and backwards if you can help it.

step 9: fiddle with the effect settings. now that you’ve basically gotten your mask as neat as possible, you can play with the actual effect itself. just quickly, i’ll explain what i think to be the most important things (and the other settings, you can experiment with on your own):

version: 2.0 is their latest and ostensibly “most improved” version from the 2020 update, though if you don’t have the hardware that can take it, you’ll end up propagating frames for Hours. version 1.0 is perfectly adequate, and at times even more efficient than 2.0. up to you!

invert foreground / background: select the footage around your subject rather than the subject itself. can be very useful!

reduce chatter: chatter is the shakiness of your outline from frame to frame. when things get ugly—say, when you use the refine edge tool—is when your outline is jerking around every frame, seemingly unable to find an edge, like so (to the extreme—yours will likely be smaller twitches):

(also, this is me warning you right now. if you use the refine edge tool, you will triple your workload trying to actually refine it, and it will still look weird. if you insist on using it, be sure to work with a tiny brush size and stick as close as you can to the edge of your selection. this thing sucks and does not behave like it does in photoshop. LMAO.)

for the luke gifs, i had my feather at 10, my contrast at 90, my shift edge anywhere between 10 and 40%, and reduce chatter set to 100. these will vary greatly depending on the look you’re going for and also how neat your existing selection is. (at vague claims like this, i often hold a blinking neon sign at my students that says "REMEMBER MARSHALL MCLUHAN? THE MEDIUM IS THE MESSAGE? FORM AND CONTENT ARE INEXTRICABLY LINKED? CONSIDER THAT AND BE PURPOSEFUL IN YOUR DESIGN CHOICES PLEASE")

overall, the effects controls you see are very much like the select and mask feature in photoshop! you can play around with it and see what the other settings do, but those under roto brush matte are the main ones imo. and that’s all there is to it! you can render out your composition, or you can nest it in another composition if you’re working all in after effects, or whatever. for those who are slightly more advanced in ae: i wouldn't recommend using twixtor after masking to slow down the footage (if anything, risk the compression and add twixtor before, then render and import back and mask), but you can definitely adjust the time keyframes without impacting the quality of your selection. or you can sit and admire your genius and the power of c++.

THE PEN TOOL METHOD

this method is less a pain in the ass and more just.. very tedious. also jsyk, it works better with animated content (cartoons, anime, etc) and less so with live action just because of like, hair. i totally recommend being in a discord call with friends while you do this method because it is an absolute vibe and distracts you from how mind-numbing and boring editing actually can be lol

step 1: select your footage, and be selective. maybe not as particular as you had to be for the rotobrush method, but it should still have mostly the same elements. erratic movement isn’t so much an issue. i’m using the same scene as above for convenience.

step 2: isolate the scene in a separate comp, whether that be through creating a separate composition manually or just precomping your existing one. this is mostly for workflow reasons, but some people hate working with a lot of compositions, so it’s up to you if you want to work in the original composition with your whole footage.

step 3: duplicate the layer. you should have something like this now:

step 4: equip the pen tool, highlighted in blue here (turns blue when you equip it)!

step 5: on the top layer, create a mask around the very edges of your subject, starting from the beginning of your selected footage. you should end up with something that looks like this. i wouldn’t bother with curving your lines, just because it can be harder to move around (especially when you’re making video edits and masking out action sequences and whatnot). if you toggle the visibility off and on your bottom layer, you’ll see that you’ve masked out the rest of the footage, and everything else is transparent. woo!

NOTE: if you haven’t already, go to your preferences and make sure that this is toggled off. you want to be able to add and delete vertices at will without changing the mask path in previous frames!

step 6: hit “M” on your keyboard, or use the dropdowns on the uppermost layer to reveal the mask 1 dope sheet.

step 7: create a mask path keyframe at the first frame by clicking on the stop watch. your station should look something like this:

step 8: go forward frame by frame until the image changes. this may be by one frame, two, or sometimes three.

step 9: deselect your layer, then select it again. the mask outline should change from square vertices to circular ones.

step 10: click and drag to move the vertices so that they align with the edge of your subject again. feel free to zoom in and out as necessary! you’ll notice that keyframes are created automatically when you make changes, so don’t worry about manually inputting them.

repeat steps 8 to 10 until you’ve finished :) this is why it’s time consuming and annoying :))

bonus options: you can shift the edge of your mask by fiddling with mask expansion. mask feather will feather around your mask, and mask opacity will change the transparency of the footage outlined inside the mask. less sophisticated than the roto brush matte settings, but they work great!

annnd 3000+ words later… that’s it! that’s how you cut footage from a scene using after effects. i hope this was informative! if you have any questions, feel free to send an ask to usergif.

xo ames, signing off 🖤

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