#I still can’t get over the fact that I find fictional characters hot so I don’t want to say I think they’re hot but. they are LMAO

[saintsenara]

How are you able to enjoy toxic/unhealthy/“problematic” ships/characters without feeling weird (for lack of a better word) about it?

I ask this because I want to be able to do this myself as it seems like a much more enjoyable way of engaging with fiction to me. I can get over some ships just being toxic and the characters not being good together and still enjoy their dynamic but I have trouble with the other ships that feel morally wrong. I know it’s just fiction but I can’t seem to get over the ick feeling I have when I think about those ships/characters. I feel like I’m being too puritanical about these things but I don’t know how to stop feeling like something is gross when I feel it’s gross…

Do you have any tips to stop jumping to moralizing ships/characters?

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

i'm going to be upfront that this reflexive gross feeling isn't something i've ever really struggled with - both in fic and more broadly. this is due to various personal idiosyncrasies, above all the fact that i've got disengaged boomer parents who didn't police our media consumption [my favourite book when i was eleven? lolita...] and that i'm a doctor, which is a profession which requires you to develop a very high threshold for what you find disgusting. the human body - at all stages of its life-cycle and its cycle of decomposition - produces a lot of different fluids... and it's also the case that [just as if you can think of it, there's porn for it] if an inanimate object exists, somebody somewhere has got it stuck inside them...

and so the situation that i find myself in is that i consider it infinitely less weird that i enjoy the odd bit of hot tomarrymort action than that i actively enjoy cutting through bone with a saw...

but, obviously, "get a medical degree" isn't particularly helpful advice...

i am a ride-or-die fan of the concept of stepping outside of your comfort zone. this is why i'm such an avowed multishipper - i think it's good for us as fandom citizens to examine the potential of our faves in relationships [romantic or otherwise] which are either not their canon endgames or which aren't our preferred pairings, and in situations which don't align with their canon experiences [whether that means making them suffer or giving them full-on fluff]. it draws out the multiple aspects of a character to consider them from these different angles - and it prevents us from getting so stuck in one interpretation of a character or configuration of a ship which means that it puts our backs up to stumble across stories which approach things differently.

but stepping outside of your comfort zone doesn't mean that you have to go enormously far. it may be that a reader decides - having only ever read teen-rated fics where characters' sex lives don't extend beyond hand-holding and forehead kisses - to take the plunge into an explicit piece filled to the brim with watersports and age play. it may be that a reader decides - having only ever read teen-rated fics for one canon pairing - to read a teen-rated fic for a non-canon alternative. both of these are entirely valid approaches.

by which i mean, our comfort levels and our thresholds for discomfort are subjective, they're personal. if there are ships or themes or characters you don't want to read about because they don't feel good... you're not doing something wrong if you avoid them. exposing yourself to fics you expect to make you uncomfortable can be useful - and fiction is certainly a way to explore discomfort which gives you much more control over the experience than encountering it in real life - but it's not something you're obliged to do to be active in fandom.

the thing you are obliged to do to be active in fandom is to be nice to other people, no matter what their tastes in fiction. this means, at its fundamental level, that when you see people who ship pairings or like themes which make you think "ew"... you keep it to yourself/the group chat rather than putting it on the timeline.

but, once this is something you've got the hang of [which takes a bit of time! but practice makes perfect!], something i feel can be a really useful way of overcoming a tendency towards knee-jerk moralising reactions is to just vibe in the vicinity of people you know like the content you instinctively feel is gross.

this doesn't mean you have to read any of this content - but you'll learn just by hanging out near them that the people who do are just... normal. one minute they might reblog a rec for a pairing you think "absolutely not" about, the next they might reblog a cat picture which makes you squeal with delight. you'll like some of their content, but not all. you'll agree with some of it, but not all. you might like progressively more of it as you spend time in their orbit - maybe they'll explain why they like the pairing or character in question and you'll think "huh, i've never looked at it like that" - or you might not. this is absolutely fine.

all of us - at one time or other - have made a black-and-white moralising pronouncement: people who think x are gross; people who like y are fucked-up, you'd never catch me doing z. and these pronouncements are different from our wider, societally-influenced moral codes - which are good things, otherwise we'd live in the purge - in that they're fundamentally ways for us to feel good about ourselves and our families and our friends by defining ourselves as better than a faceless other. we say "you'd never catch me reading that, it's foul" when we know [or think we know] that the friend we're talking to would agree with the statement. we are far less likely to say it if we know that the friend - whom we see as a human being who is beautiful in their imperfection and inherently worthy of love simply by virtue of being alive - was reading and enjoying that just the other day.

and so the best way to train yourself out of reflexively moralising ships or characters or tropes is to put a face to the faceless other who likes them. be intentional in sharing a space with fans of the stuff you feel uncomfortable with and, eventually, it just becomes background noise. you'll scroll on tumblr, say "well there we are, jane's written some more of her sirius/harry piss kink fic - although i'm not interested in clicking on it" and go on with your day.

because the other thing i think it's really useful to do is to train yourself into reframing your disgust as disinterest. there are plenty of things which i don't seek out to read - and some of these topics are completely benign and some are darker [i don't enjoy reading explicit non-con, for example] - but this is because i try to frame it as that i don't think these things would interest me.

this is still the maintenance of a personal comfort zone, but thinking of the content outside this zone as something you are disinterested in turns it into something neutral. when you think of it as something to be disgusted or grossed out by, it naturally provokes a visceral response which makes you look through a moral lens. thinking in terms of disinterest, instead, gives you sufficient detachment from this visceral response to recognise, interrogate, contextualise, and control it.

and - in time - this neutral reframing may result in you feeling more interested in taking the plunge into the ships and characters and stories you currently don't vibe with, once you don't have an instinctive disgust response as a barrier.

or it may not. and this is absolutely fine.

#asks answered #on fandom

[bravo4iscool]

girl, I’m not gonna lie to you, I have some free time, and sometimes I really like to use it uselessly. and I found your ig account, then I did some other research and I found a lot about you and your family, so I could really rate you. And yes, I can say properly: you’re ugly.

now, you're kinda right, I give you that. some fit guys do like fat women, maybe one guy out of ten. but these are REALLY PRETTY WOMEN, 'cause I don’t deny that there are beautiful fat women, but they are usually rare, and that’s definitely not you.

I’m not seeking validation wtfff has nothing to do with anything, girl… you seem stupid. I just really found your behavior hilarious. like, how the false illusion of the new age got you, making you really believe in fairy tales. I mean, you're clearly so insecure, trying to pass as “I’m fine with my weight” while really trying to convince yourself that you’re desirable. and like, you’re not 😭 and it’s so fun when you talk about validation, because, you see, I may be petty or bitter or mean, or whatever it is. but, if you really felt confident, pretty, and good about yourself, you would just turn off the anon or ignore me. but no, you’re here, writing answers so you can post and be consoled. that’s how I know you feel pathetic and horrible about yourself, and need these other weirdos to help you fool yourself. you can ignore me, or reply me, it won’t make difference. you too fucking transparent, so easy to read.

or you wouldn’t be doing headcanons of really fit men attracted to you, because if you were desirable and if you really felt that way, you would just know, and not try to reaffirm yourself along with other equally UGLY FAT GIRLS. the main thing here is how out of touch you are with reality. close the tumblr, go to a nice spot in your town, where you KNOW there are hot guys, and please record yourself being chosen by them. if you're so sure of yourself. and open your instagram account, since you have nothing to hide and being ashamed. I mean, you’re pretty right? lol

y’know i’m not doing this cuz i’m insecure💀 also, i never said those hc’s were about me LMAO. i’m very aware that he and every other cod character is fucking fictional💀. this is just my hobby😗✌🏼.

also, why are you so keen about finding out about my personal life? wtf do i have to do with you? it’s fucking creepy to stalk my ig and all that💀. who tf do you think you are?

the only one being pathetic here is you, because you’re out here insulting me via anon haha. at least grow the balls to confront me correctly lol.

but yk, your stupidity and insecurity is pretty hard to ignore. you can have your opinion about me but let me be. i didn’t ask you for it lmao. also, i couldn’t care less about your opinion. you can think i’m ugly, idgaf, but stop annoying me with it.

and idk if you know but talking down on other people has to do with one’s insecurities, so maybe you’re the insecure one here😘.

and yes, i’m fine with my weight. i’ve come to terms with it, since i can’t change it without a medical intervention. is it so hard to believe that someone overweight actually accepts that fact or what? it says that says a lot about you actually.

also, i’m posting this so people can see that there are, unfortunately, still people with the iq of a fucking brick out there. i couldn’t care less about what they tell me. as i said, i’m perfectly fine on my own.

i’m actually laughing writing this because i won’t ignore you. people like you should rethink their life choices ngl.

you’re going crazy over a tumblr post and start to insult me as fat and ugly and you started to fucking stalk me. you’re being the prime example for insecurity rn💀.

your messages can get as long as you want them to be, i will respond to them because it’s sad people still think like you.

there are people out there saying all things about cod or ghost or whoever. if i don’t like them, i scroll, but i don’t start insulting and stalking the author of that post/headcanon/fic or whatever.

grow tf up and get a helmet💀.

#writing #ao3 #fanfiction #archive of our own #call of duty #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley headcanons #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley headcanons #simon “ghost” riley #simon riley #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #i’m already starting to love them😍 #never seen that much insecurity in one place #truly incredible those messages #keep ‘em going🤞🏼 i love the entertainment #cod

[fangswbenefits]

Soooo I love me some breeding kink—as many of us do—but ironically Ik for a fact I don’t want children. As a woman I think I’m just biologically wired to get turned on by the thought of it and the need to go bare so I can let a man (Miggy) stuff me full of his baby making cream. But when a man is so desperate/eager to have babies it pisses me off a little as well. Like you bastard you’re not thinking of me?? Everything my body and I will have to go through for your little spawn?? Three trimesters of hormonal changes, nine months of discomfort & aches, 40 weeks of on and off nausea/sicknesses, more than half a year of not feeling like myself, and for the grand finale 24+ hours of labor EXCRUCIATING labor. Oof it ignites a belligerent fire in my tummy, I would slap him. Bc how dare a man not think of what we’ll have to go through 😤

But…..

Buuuuuuut……

But but but but but………

Let’s say it happens. Miguel sees ALL the effects of pregnancy and shows guilt/remorse. Gives lots of apologies and ultimate top tier treatment. And during the labor seeing and hearing your tears, cries and whimpers of excessive pain makes him shed some tears for you. Like he’s trying his best to be strong for you but it literally pains him to see you in such agony. Then after the baby is on your chest crying her little lungs out and you can clearly tell he’s in utmost awe and love staring at her and caressing her little back but he immediately diverts his attention to you. The look of pure exhaustion your wearing and he gently says, “no more babies, mi amor. You’re not going through that pain again.” With tears in his eyes and BAM 💥 just like that I’d give him another baby in a couple years. That’s all I need, the acknowledgment of everything I went through and the sympathy and the passionate display of his love/care for me that he’d put his own desires aside just so I wouldn’t have to go through so much twice over bc he can’t stand seeing me in such a state. Like ugh he’s definitely worthy of another baby. He no longer begs for it (but still does f*ck like it) he truly insists no more babies. He’s showing just how deeply he loves and cares about your all around well-being. THAT is dreamy AF. Super duper f*cking hot & sexy. Like well now I just have to give you another one. It’s like Ik you really mean no more babies but this time I want to make another little human with you bc you’ve showed me you’re deserving of it. Also if I had one kid I’m doomed bc my kid definitely needs a sibling(s). Life just doesn’t seem as fun without siblings.

So in conclusion yea I’d let Miguel breed me with all his babies, NOT literally but yes. Yes. Just yes.

Okay, guys! Disclaimer time:

Just because people find certain kinks hot in fiction doesn't mean that translates to real life. I would not touch a man with a 10 feet pole if he had a violent breeding kink that fully disregarded my wishes and well-being.

That's why fiction is so much fun. You can just let your imagination go wild for that character, and explore endless scenarios.

With this out of the way, yes! Consent is sexy and I ALWAYS make that abundantly clear in my fics.

#answered ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

[whataboutmyfries]

Spilled ink

oh my GOSH it has been a hot minute since I wrote these lovely boys!! so here I am, coming at you with small details for fictional kisses oknutzy style!!! headcanoned about this a while ago in the sw discord and it hasn't left my mind since so here we are! characters are by the wonderful @lumosinlove featuring art by my lovely friend @tobi-tobi-tobi who somehow manages to look into my brain with every single one of their pieces and this one was no different :)

enjoy!

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1.Whispering ''kiss me'' to your lover

Right, so I’ve been thinking about LionFish reading and annotating a book together non stop :’) 

The two of them get cosy and comfy with their different coloured pens, smiling goofily at each other as they crack open the book, jumping into a brand new adventure together. 

If you were to go look at the book after they were done with it, there’s all these little signs of love over every inch of available space.

There’s wobbly tear spots that are outlined and doodled around where the words hit just a little bit too close to home 

Sticky notes over the typewriter ink where the feeling were too big for the page to hold

Leo draws little fishes swimming across the margins and it makes Finn a lovely-dovey mess; Every. Single. Time.

Naturally Lolo sees Finn scribbling in one of his precious books, gets curious, and decides to give this whole annotating thing a go.

One day Lolo just hands Finn a book with a scribbled note inside the cover saying 'hey, i read this and it made me think of you xx' and the first thing Finn notices is that the top right corner is like a centimetre or so thicker than the rest of the book from where Lolo's dog-eared all his favourite parts and Finn english major O Hara’s eye just twitches as he tries his best to not implode

He loves it. He cries. 

It’s this book of heartwrenching, delightfully emotional poetry about love and pining. And Logan’s scribbles about Harvard, and Finn, and finding him and Leo, and finding himself through them are so vulnerable and heartfelt that the only time Finn can read the book without sobbing his eyes out for hours is if he’s wrapped up in his Logan, head resting on Logan’s strong chest so he can lean up and whisper a hoarse “kiss me” when the memories are too big and too much to handle. 

It’s one of Finn’s most prized possessions. 

Leo annotating for Finn on the other hand…..

Picture if you will: What if Leo's current read is some historical fiction book and when he hands it to finn it's basically more than twice its original size and won't even close anymore from the sheer volume of sticky notes that Leo's put in there pointing out historical inaccuracies or just dropping cute lil history facts

Finn is a mess of heart eyes and undying love as he works his way through the behemoth of the book, and it still holds a treasured place on his bookshelf 

Yet another of his most prized possessions 

Fun fact: It’s only when they get into reading together that Leo finds out that Finn will use anything as a bookmark 

One day he comes home to find the household cat’s (king’s) face smooshed gently between the pages of Finn’s latest paperback, his whiskers peeking out the pages as he sleeps

Leo can’t decide between snapping a picture and laughing his ass off (he does both) 

Of course, in an effort to get their beloved Lolo into reading, the boys decide to annotate a book for him together, potentially giving him an incentive to read it. 

They find a brilliant thriller/horror+romance book that they think Logan would enjoy and they spend hours poring over it (even though it gives leo the heebie jeebies at times) and annotating it for Lolo, Logan's super confused as to why his boyfriends are reading the same book at the same time, like ???? this is so dumb? Why don’t they just take turns? it's it awkward to have to wait for the other person to finish reading? wouldn't it be easier to do it one by one? but when they're both finally finished writing all over it and making it perfect for their boy (there's absent-minded doodles of fleur-de-lis all over the margins in the purple pen that Leo used and little stick-figure drawing of the three of them in Finn's orange ink. It clashes horribly (Logan loves it). they give to him all wrapped up and pretty and Lolo tears up a little

When Logan's reading it, he can't help but laugh at the cacophony of purple and orange on every square inch of available space and the book quickly becomes his most prized possession. He knows it's a horror book and it's supposed to be scary and stuff, but how is he supposed to be scared when there's stick figure Finn with the most floofy hair brandishing a sword against a monster that doesn't look even remotely like the thing described in the book as he holds stick-figure logan in astronomically muscly arms?

Sometimes when Leo can't sleep, Logan grabs the book and reads to Leo, though Leo usually loathes thrillers/horror books. He's lying with his head pillowed on Logan's chest listening to the rumble of his sleep-hoarse voice as Lolo does silly voices for Leo and Finn's annotations and that's how Leo reads the book start to finish without being scared

Just them being happy and in love and the intricate rituals of storytelling <3

#oknutzy #lumosinlove ocs #coast to coast #hazelverse #whataboutmywriting #GODDAMN I LOVE THEM OKAY #LEAVE ME ALONE #THIS IS MY NEW COMFORT HC #logan tremblay #leo knut #finn o hara

[twin-books]

I got sick and so I finally got some free time to finish Ben 10: Alien Force and Ultimate Alien. I am finally on the last season of Ultimate Alien (like half way through it) and I can safely say I enjoy it far more than Alien Force. I have no idea if that's actually a hot take but there it is. Now that I have finally watched this stuff and am nearly finished... I am still kind of shocked this is like considered top tier for the franchise. I find more issues with it than I did Omniverse. Not to say Omniverse is better because, aside maybe for my tastes, it isn't. To me they're pretty equal if I put my personal bias aside. It's just shocking in a sense because... I expected with how hated Omniverse was and how beloved these two were (besides season 3 of AF) that this would be amazing. It's not. I suppose I should learn that I can't take everybody at their word, especially when it comes to nostaglia. I still think the Og is top tier and these three other shows can't really compete with it. They each bring their own fun and frustrations to the table though. I can finally tell you my favorite versions of each character based on all I've watched. My favorite Gwen is Og, I think the following franchises didn't do her any justice. My favorite Grandpa Max is Og. I find every other iteration of him a pain. My favorite version of Kevin is obviously AF/UA. He is literally the best thing about those two shows. But my favorite Ben is in Omniverse. And I think this mostly has to do with the fact he's the most like Sonic (one of my most favorite fictional characters of all time) in Omniverse. Obviously he's still his own character but I can't ignore the comparison. I enjoy him the most in Omniverse as he's not quite as annoying as in Og (though I still love Og Ben), he's actually entertaining compared to Alien Force Ben who was kind of boring to me, I'm sorry. And while Ultimate Alien Ben was better his whole "I have a big ego and saved the universe dozens of times" jokes felt very inappropriately timed and wrong? Omniverse really gets that right for me, for whatever reason. I also feel as if it remained the most faithful to his character even in the poorly written episodes whereas in Ultimate Alien there's like this whole plot where Ben is ready to just kill a friend he’s known for a while now simply because they went a little insane with power which I wouldn't normally take issue with if this hadn't happened before and Ben wasn't like vehemently against hurting anybody originally. They even go as far as to point this out in the episode and Ben kind of steamrolls over it with, "Well, it was my fault so I should take this more seriously" despite the fact he never acts like this again so I don't get the point of it. It was actually really depressing, to be honest. Also, the amount of digs at Og Ben in Ultimate Alien is honestly frustrating. It's not huge or anything but it's enough to annoy me. It fundamentally misunderstands what Ben 10 Og was to prove some sort of point about their Ben. Look, I get it. They changed a lot so I'm sure so many fans at the time were complaining about how AF/UA Ben is nothing like Og Ben but do you gotta be this gosh darn insensitive about the source material your show is based off of and inspired by? Like in the episode Duped Ben splits into 3 different Bens and the rude and obnoxious one says, "I'm Ben 10 classic. Miss me?" Am I the only one who finds that mean? And then that episode where they have Og Ben actually show up and he's just an obnoxious asshole the entire time except that one deep moment they give which was to justify why he was an asshole as child which they didn't even need to do. He was 10. Of course he would be a brat. But he wasn't always a brat in the original and he did actually understand he could hurt peoples' feelings. Omniverse actually has a similar episode to this except big Ben and Og Ben switch bodies and in that he is not as a big of an asshole as Ultimate Alien made him out to be in that episode. I do not understand why it was necessary to make him so gosh darn mean. I really, really like Ben 10 so to constantly have these digs at the source material is frustrating. Aside from this Ultimate Alien is pretty great. I find Julie much less frustrating as a character, the episodes are fun, I have actually laughed out loud more than once, and, again, Ben is actually fun to watch. I cannot stress enough how much more fun it is that Ben actually seems to act like the teenager he is rather than some mini adult. I know realistically after all the hell he's been through he would have matured a lot but that doesn't mean he doesn't still have a teen mind and won't act like a kid sometimes. Also, Ultimate Alien actually killed a character on screen. Like no cut aways or some kind of logic to explain it or off-screen shenanigans. An alien just flat out died on screen and that took me so off-guard I laughed. I'm having so much fun enjoying an old cartoon I loved, despite my frustrations. This has been great. I couldn't recommend the whole of the Ben 10 franchise more. Aside from the reboot which I still have yet to watch in full but considering how upset the first two episodes made me, I'm a little scared to give it a chance again.

#ben 10 alien force #ben 10 ultimate alien #ben 10 og #ben 10 omniverse #AF and UA is kind of overrated but I still love them #still hate the whole anodite thing #can't wait to rewatch the first 2 seasons of Alien Force #and Omniverse and Og #been a while

[bisexualocs]

oc interview 😼

i was tagged by @farharbour thank u!! this seems fun :)

i’ll tag @tigersharks @tapir @smellpelt bc you guys all have cool ocs :D but no pressure to do it!!

i’m doing it for london bc she’s been my focus recently ^_^

name: london ray

nickname(s): lon, lonnie (by friends)

gender: trans woman (she/her)

star sign(s): i don’t know how all the rising moon stuff works, all i know is she was born on june 26 so she’s a cancer <3

height: 5’9” / 175cm

orientation: lesbian

nationality/ethnicity: american (seattle pre-death and then a made up city that’s similar to chicago) and south african

fave fruit: mango! but strawberries are a close second. she prefers very sweet fruit over bitter fruit like blackberries

fave season: summer! she loves it partly for the fashion, since she has a lot of cute summer clothes and not as many jackets. she also loves the warm weather, though she doesn’t like it when it’s TOO hot. her favorite month is september because it’s still warm enough to wear summer clothes and enjoy the sunshine, but close enough to fall that it’s not blazing hot all the time.

fave flower: pink angelique tulip 🌷

fave scent: light, sweet scents like fresh flowers or freshly baked desserts

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: she likes all of them, but drinks coffee the most. she hates the bitterness of coffee so she always has to have it with a lot of sugar or flavoring

avg. hours of sleep: angels don’t need as much sleep as humans do, but when she does sleep, it’s for about 8-10 hours

dog or cat person: both! she can’t pick between the two. she has a cat and a dog and loves them both <3

dream trip: her ideal destination would be somewhere with a beautiful forest view but with a nice resort LOL. she is not a woodsy person (hates bugs, wears high heels) but loves the serenity of forests and mountains. like new zealand or something like that lol

fave fictional character: she loves rgu so either utena or anthy. predictably, she also loves sanrio, especially my melody and pompompurin.

number of blankets they sleep with: at LEAST 2, usually 3 or 4. she hates being cold at night </3

random fact: she collects old retro computers (to the point where there’s an entire room in her apartment dedicated to her collection) and taught herself how to repair them. people have offered her significant amounts of money for some of them but she always refuses. she wants to get them all up and running so she can turn them all on at once bc it’d look cool and she could have a photoshoot, but the one time she tried to do this, she blew out the breaker in the building and got in big trouble with her landlord. she’s now trying to find a way around this 😌

#thanks for the tag!! #this was fun :) #london #lorim.txt

[pashminalamb]

okay i think i figured out the issue as to why my last ask from our convo didn’t sent (not from this morning). cause i had sent one a while ago and you never responded so i thought it was a glitch or you just didn’t get it or you’d finally gotten sick of me. i had a picture attached (my screensaver) so that’s probably why it didn’t sent. i just let out a huge sigh of relief cause i thought you’d finally gotten sick of me 😭😭. but thankfully that is not the case 🥹🥹 *gestures to the ask from this morning*. okay so i’ll just send it again if that’s alright. *ahem*

also. i think im finally ready to come off anon. surprise?? i was thinking about it for a while cause we’ve talked a lot by now (2 months almost i think?) and i consider you one of my online friends (im okay even if it’s not reciprocated). and it just felt right. you can still call me starry if you want (i love the nickname it’s so cute 😭❤️).

okay so here’s the actual ask

BELLE!!!! I’m honored (abt your screensaver) 😌😭🤧. I spontaneously change it to different TR panels and choosing one for the ending was so hard but I ended up choosing a classic.

Heads ups this is gonna be a long one I’m sorry .

Ohhh what kind of sensitive topics if you don’t mind me asking? I personally feel like topics are talk about raw things are some of the best pieces of writing. Another reason why hurt/comfort is one of my favorite tropes. Just exploring the angst and hurt and hard to deal with feelings into understanding and comfort and closure really hits for me.

And same here. Every time I get on Pinterest it’s just. Hot shirtless fictional character. Hot shirtless fictional character. Hot shirtless fictional character. Angst fanart. Hot shirtless fictional character. And then I end up going down the rabbit hole of trying to save all of them while simultaneously finding more and it becomes an endless cycle 💀💀💀.

Pshhhh the Izana fanart had me wheezing. Just the absolute judgmental look in Izanas face. I just know Kakucho was ready to pounce on Izana to hold him back from hunting down Shion adhkbffjjgg. And ofc it was Shion because who else 😭💀. I’m complementing if I should change my screensaver to one of the hundreds of Izana pictures I have saved (rip my storage 🥲) but I think I’m gonna keep the Takemikey one a bit longer mostly because if I change it that means I’m finally slowly starting to come to terms with the fact that the manga is over AND IM NOT READY FOR THAT YET DANGIT. OH!! And I can’t believe I forgot to mention that I finally changed my pfp on tumblr. I ended up picking Takemitchy because the end of TR was fast approaching. And I also changed my theme from orange-flowers-in-the-sunset to purple-clouds-during-the-early-morning. I’m quite proud of it if I do say so myself 😌.

If you do decide to start writing TR content then you have my full support. But even if you don’t then that’s totally okay too. I don’t wanna accidentally pressure you into it with my constant rambling about it. But if you do pls let me know so I can celebrate the fact that one of my favorite writers is gonna start writing/doing TR content 👀🥳. Rindo is a great place to start. He needs more content I hardly see any for him as compared to Mikey, Izana, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, and etc. My baby needs some love too.

Dude Reo had me when he did the super hot eyebrow thing LIKE SIR NO REASON TO DO THIS TO ME. NOT TO MENTION HIS DID IT TWICE?!?!? And the freaking HEADPATS he was giving Nagi???? Nagi no offense but can we pls share your bf?

And ofc take your time with your fics. Amazing things aren’t produced in a day. They need to be edited and fleshed out and rewritten. All a hundred times over. So take your time and don’t let anyone pressure you into doing more than you want to because at the end of the day this is YOUR blog and YOUR writing. Personally, I’m just happy with the interaction 😊❤️. NOT THAT YOUR WRITING ISNT AMAZING IT IS but a lot of authors just don’t interact and I wanna get to know the amazing person behind the beautiful writing too you know? Makes all if it more real I think. But that’s just me.

Ohhhh man I’ve heard quite a few things about Kaiser and I’m still undecided abt him cause new characters can be hot as they wanna be but if they hurt one of my babies (unjustly) then it’s on sight 😤😤.

“Dommed his way through it” agjfshbcfhjhg. Basically 😭💀. I read someones post saying how much they love him yet he’s got the personality of an apple and I was like yes but no but yes but no while laughing. Baby boys been through so much I think he deserves a break 😭.

Yes expose the flawed systems of this world 😤😤. Seriously though, I’ve heard so many stories about how models are treated and it makes me so sad because they really are some of the sweetest people out there (you’re a perfect example) and yet they go through so much. For me, I come up with stories and characters that often go through or have a personality trait of mine so that I can sort of analyze and work through it in my writing (that is if I don’t decide to go the angst route ofc). And its almost always done unconsciously . So it’s therapeutic for me.

I’m glad you’re doing well!! I’m on break rn and having no work to do is so weird because I’m so used to being productive and working all the time. So that that when I don’t have work I’m just like. Suspicious that I’m gonna miss a deadline or something and everything feels off balance . Trying to break that habit and just learn how to relax again.

Well he’s obviously wrong because your shirt looked amazing 🙄 (even tho I wasn’t there). Men. I swear if fictional men were real, real men would be sweating so much harder than they aufesst are because women are realizing that we deserve better than the bare minimum. They’d also very much be scared for their lives cause if our fictional men found out how we were being treated just due existing it would be all over for them. Sorry abt that bit. the state of the world makes me feel a lot of intense emotions sometimes.

Stuff abt me huh? Hmmmm well I like to write, eat, and sleep. I need more hobbies 💀. I like to learn new things whether it be about animals, politics, wars, or art. I love reading and books. One day I want to have a whole room set aside as a library in my house with two floors and a walking ledge and those rolling ladders and stairs. The whole Beauty and the Beast library but small enough to fit in a small house. I like meeting new people. The things you can learn from a single conversation astound me. I like researching any topic that catches my eyes and analyzing it so much that it unknowingly becomes a hyperfixation. Idk it just scratches an itch in my brain. I want to travel the world one day. And learn and speak and write fluent Spanish, Arabic, and French. I also like leather jackets and comfy clothes and eye makeup. Oh and I like listening to music a lot. Especially walking outside with my earbuds in while it’s cold in the late afternoon when it’s dark but there’s still light and laying in the grass on a hill.

Shows: EXTRAORDINARY ATTORNEY WOO!!! I love that show. It’s been a minute since I’ve watched it tho. Gotta start binging again. But I usually don’t watch shows unless they really catch my eye. OH!!! But I’m short excited for the Percy Jackson tv show coming soon!! Reliving my childhood in 24 minutes every week is gonna be a real treat.

Anime: I’m not watching anything new atm. I binged one piece over the summer though and got to the Sabody arc (early 400s). I’m rewatching TR for the 3rd time this month tho. I cant make myself reread the manga yet it’s gonna be too much for me to handle too soon 🥹🥹🥹. WAIT I TAKE IT BACK. I’m currently watching Blue Lock and Chainsaw Man. I cant believe I forgot 💀💀. Oh and I’m also rewatching the Ranking of Kings and Banana Fish (I don’t know what made me decide rewatching this angst fest was a good idea especially with TR ending but I’m here now so 🥲🥲🥲).

SNACK: Tbh honest I’ll eat anything. Either I’m a vacuum or I’m incapable of eating so my body lovesssss me 💀. Im honestly more of a meal person. I love spicy and savory food tho. My mom never gave me a bunch as a kid so when I eat them now it’s very rare and even then I’m very picky abt which ones I like. I do like caramel, milk chocolate, or whole chocolate flavored sweets tho.

Manga/Books: I’m currently rereading the wrath and the dawn, reading belladonna, and reading HP Lovecrafts stories. On the manga side, I’m reading Chainsaw man (cause I wanna stay ahead of the anime) and I’m finally starting Moriarty the patriot.

I’ve been meaning to read more nonfiction books cause I can gain a broader perspective but i don’t know where to start or find an hood ones or find ones that aren’t mainstream but secretly awful. Do you have any recs?

The Bachira b-day suit panel is very much appreciated 👀😂. ALSO I would love to chat but for some reason my tumblr messaging is broken? I even tried on my laptop and it didn’t work. So I sadly excepted my fate of asks only communication a while ago 😞🤧. Also also some people really need to learn what boundaries are. Like just in general. AND NOOOO THAT FIC IS ONE MY FAVORITES ITS ADORABLE. And ofc that doesn’t erase the fact that your writing has improved by a lot (it has wonderfully btw) but you should also be proud of some of your early works no matter how cringe they seem to be.

How was your day? I hope uni has been going well? As always, I hope you have a good day!!! *sends many virtual hugs*

- ✨ anon

Tags for this ask : sensitive topics; mentions of depression, SH and just me talking about my writing, opinions and life

I- this is first time I’m experiencing an ask based tumblr glitch. I’ve only heard of it from other writers, but experiencing it? This was first for me and I’m sorry that happened to you. I promise I haven’t gotten sick of you and I still look very much forward to your texts . I was wondering where you were after I sent that response out - cause I thought you got tired of me instead 🥹

And omg when I saw you come off anon! 🥹 I was so excited!! Hi!! And ofc you’re one of my online friends as well! One of the first actually 👉🏻👈🏻 like- yeah I used to speak to writers here- but the relationship wasn’t a very consistent one. Like if I’m being point blank about my opinion, It’s not very often that I speak to authors and writers here as idk why but I get the feeling that they see me as a person using them for the sake of reblogging my works and liking them (a few writers being exceptions ofc) - which isn’t the case cause I can get by fine without their help; and I can tell when I’m not wanted even if I can’t see you. So you’re right, a lot of authors don’t interact and they mostly stick to their own circles (again, some of them being exceptions ofc) and me being me, I’ve never done well with crowds; and I’m a loner here - I closed in on myself and didn’t interact with any blog - it kinda helped cause I didn’t have majority opinion of how and what a character should be like or how I should write them shoved in my face. And I focused on interacting with my followers and people who took interest in my work - cause at the end of the day I’m creating content for you guys - who follow me and for myself cause I consider it therapy.

but yay! I finally saw you! ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ and ofc I’ll still call you starry!

I’m sorry for closing my chat box; but there was the need to put boundaries for some people ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა(the amount of spam I got from dating websites and meetups and suggestive messages is crazy and then the ask to sequels came in when I opened it so I had to close it again, and I’m sorry you couldn’t reach me :/ I’m creating a new account so that I can follow some of you back and have fun - a first time thing for me so I’m kinda nervous ૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა )

I changed my screensaver again

Sorry I had to do it. It was Rindou and he looked very pretty - and maybe I’ll put gojo back idk- I don’t like indecisiveness but atp it’s just me when I go to get food with friends and screensavers (and pfps)

I’m glad to see someone agree with me abt writing hurt/comfort topics. When I mentioned about sensitive topics what I was talking about stresses on mental health - ranging from mild to severe issues; topics such as depression, and SH thoughts, eating disorders and stuff like that as well how people think about their body image and just very overwhelming emotions in general. Cause these are real issues and speaking from experience, people don’t talk about it cause it’s the case where they have to think twice before saying something to someone or afraid that they would judge them if they opened about it. I’m not a professional but since I’ve experienced this before (and at times still do) I wanted to write about it and since breaking mirrors was so well received - I made a decision to write something deeper and more intense which covers these topics. And what I really like you saying is that these are raw forms of writing which is very true cause the feedback I got for breaking mirrors just proved that people liked my fic and provided them comfort in some way - which means that it was relatable. And that’s what I am aiming for since this is an ‘x reader’ insert.

My Pinterest looks very weird. I’m omw to posting a shirtless man’s pics on my pinned post who idek for the sake of making my blog look good (literally on the cusp of doing it and maybe I will- Sam smith dropped unholy and it’s hoe hoe hoe season too + the fact that we’re gonna slut shame men on this blog) I spend a lot of time on Pinterest cause of pretty people tbh -

I really like your pfp! You got me thinking of changing mine honestly- but Aiku *heartclench* my love - I’m actually in the middle of making one - (*≧ω≦) and I did check out your blog! It’s so chaotic and cute! And I really love the color as well - it’s very soothing (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵)

Gonna tell you now- I had an emperor! Izana that I started months ago, kisaki and Rindou now. Cause I thought of something and it made me go ‘holy hell. That’s- I have to write that down’ and Sanzu’s as well cause I have a lot of art of him saved - his hair is so pretty pink 🥺 but I need time to work on it and I can’t promise it soon cause I have 30+ something wips pending (*T.T)

Everyone’s thirsting for Reo, (me praying at my Oliver shrine hoping that he comes out good and his va is what I imagined so I’m excited for it-) he does give off mature vibes and I’m like 100% sure he’s gonna be a sugar daddy on the market. *wheezing* Nagi share your bf 😭

Istg Izana’s expression - public execution. Time for them to be canceled on Twitter. I love seeing small fanarts like this. And I even found one Mikey art that had me thinking abt changing the theme of my blog

I said what i said. Rin doms his way out of problems- personality of an apple 💀 but they like him. It makes sense

And yeah we should expose issues. So for modeling, honestly it’s not about the body cause I’m pretty average looking like seriously - breaking mirrors was based on my experience; but it’s about the poise, confidence and manners you have as well. (although I have seen some of them be bitches for no reason? Being nice doesn’t cost you anything - being mean is just gonna make karma bite you in the ass) but I think people everywhere are beautiful - body standards shouldn’t determine anyone’s self worth. And I know models look pretty, it’s all about owning the image. Like I have peach fuzz. I don’t shave it instead I ended up cutting my hair short - which exposed it more. Instead of feeling upset about it, I just decided to own the look and be more confident cause this is the way I am and it changed a lot of things for me. In short, Willy Wonka was right about confidence being key -

As for my writing, I’m good at reading people tbh; and the same goes for characters as well - so I draw my own conclusions after dwelling on the thought - and yeah writing is therapeutic. Oh god ik that feeling on when you’re on a break and the feeling of having a jumpscare comes over you (>﹏<) can’t even have good time in peace

Ik it’s a good shirt - hmph. I’m not gonna take an opinion from someone who wears sweatpants and a loose tee. *wheezing* - real men would be sweating if they saw Aiku, Rindou and *proceeds to name 160 husbandos* at my door.

I love the idea for beauty and the beast library 🥺 how I wish I had that - *sigh* and yes! You can learn a lot of things from one convo with a person and if you think about it you literally have a lifetime to know everything about them - cause that one convo is never enough. I totally get the whole thing with a hyperfixation - researched a lot about Egypt when I was younger; and got fixated to a point my mom had to drag me away from the computer- fun fact; Arabic has words similar to Indonesian and Hindi! Leather jackets are so cool and comfy clothes are literally the best thing to sleep in - my ears get cold during the winter or when it sets in- so I wear headphones and walk around places.

Woo young woo is so precious and I love the way they introduce themselves - woo to the young to the woo - 🐋

For anime, I’m contemplating if I should re-watch Vinland saga - the way I cried in the last episode. I. Bawled my eyes out and I still get teary when I think about it 😭; latest updates on snacks, so I bought a lot of sour candy (yea I eat a lot of sour candy)- and my roommates thought it was really sweet. Ended up with headaches over how sour it was and accompanied me to the store, ended up buying sweet things and finished most of the candy and left me the mints ಠ_ಠ

So I mostly read books on history, politics and psychology. To get started I’d recommend going for some autobiography or biography; like geisha of Gion or historical fiction like memoirs of a Geisha - that’s what got me started. I’m glad you liked my comfort fic - a creation that makes me embarrassed cause when I read it the nicknames there are different and these are more solid and I use them for every fic atp. But yeah my fics have come a long way and no matter how cringe they seem, everyone has a starting point in their hobbies and this was one ‘em.

Speaking of Uni, when I had the Mikey and haitani brothers screensaver; remember that guy who made a comment about my weight that I told you about, calling him Danny btw- he said that there was a naked man on my screen.

Okay… and? Do you want the same screensaver I have? Will that make you feel better? So yeah there’s that and Uni had me by the neck cause of this one prof (T.T*) but life’s been going well otherwise! I hope you’re doing well (working on that side account so that I chat with you!) and sorry for the late response (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡

*sending koala hugs back*

#Belle.☏ #.lost sheep : ✨ anon

[daisynik7]

PLEASE BY ALL MEANS PROPOSE, I AM SO READY 👰🏻‍♀️ *ahem* i mean *cooly leans against the wall with a rose between my teef* hey cutie ;)

wait no, i can’t i’m a poser:( it’s pathetic. i’m kicking my feet, blushing so much rn, the dumbest giggles, this is crazy 🥲 thank you for YOUR kind words, having your support means the world to me and i hope you to be the same for you <3

but it truly is so beautiful, i’ve recently started to love seeing peoples different mediums of expression, whether it’s fanart, series/ film edits, and pics of course!!! i hope that this is something that continues to garner joy for you as a hobby, i surely love it, and i’m glad others love it. you articulate that creativity beautifully and i hope looking back at this page, you’re proud of what you made. 🥹 anime is relatively new for me too, and i feel like i’ve learnt more and appreciated the characters though fics than i do from watching the actual show @gege you are no longer the artist for jujutsu kaisen after what you’ve done, enjoy retirement bb 🥰 

and yes PLEASE let me talk about strawberry soju for a sec, first of all you said you based this off a song, i’m only finding results for one song by jesse barrera. A VIBE, we love that. second off, i just need to get it off my chest, i love foodie sasha! third, personally i know you for nanami wips n fics, but what you write for other characters, ART🤌🏼fourth, anything you write i will eat up. shamelessly. just know that :) also yes, kbbq was a special occasion meal for us so yes i get giddy over any reference of korean cuisine!

lastly, i’m so happy to hear that you were able to get out of the house and spend time with those core people, i’d like to take this moment to invite them to our wedding 🫶🏼

i’m not ready for the finale, i’m still not over the fact that they glazed over bertholdt’s death and reiner’s (lack of) reaction, like what? i’m also still considering do i need to continue jjk? probably not, i was just joking about actually being a masochist.🫣 

nonetheless; love you my sweet daisy, have a wonderful day/night! 🤍

don't worry, I'm already planning our wedding, honeymoon, and early retirement ;) we're going to be so happy together!! 😭♥️

I will be your biggest cheerleader, I promise you! I love seeing how people express themselves through art. I've always been an avid consumer of fan works (fanart, fan fiction, etc.). I agree that these fics have expanded on the characters much much more than what we're actually given LOL. As much as I appreciate the universe gege has created, these fics feed into my obsession even more and I'll always be grateful to every single writer/artist out there that is contributing to this fandom (and all fandoms in general).

hearing your thoughts on strawberry soju makes me so so happy!! thank you again for reading it ♥️ foodie Sasha is canon, I always imagine here with a hot potato in her pocket for snacking LOL. I have written a lot of Nanami content, but Eren also holds a special place in my heart.

also, we're going to have such bomb ass food at our wedding - filipino and korean cuisine, can it get any better than this?!

ahhhh okay I won't say anything to not spoil you, but I definitely have lots and lots of thoughts about it. can't wait to hear what you think. AND I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS (regarding continuing jjk). Not sure why I'm putting myself through this pain and misery anymore! it's too much!! but the story and characters are so captivating, idk if I can really drop it completely. we shall see...

I LOVE YOU THEA!! hope you're having a great start to your week so far! 💗💗💗

#my lovely thea #lovely moots #my snookums

[buzzdixonwriter]

The End Of The Media World (As We Know It)

Sometime in 2023 -- probably the March / April issue -- Analog will publish a short-short story I wrote satirizing the use of AI in entertainment and publishing.

What was cutting edge when I wrote the story in January of 2022 is old news in December of the same year when this is being written for posting in January 2023.

We are witnessing the start of a massive change in entertainment and creative culture that will probably dwarf the arrival of recorded performances, motion pictures, and radio / television broadcasting.

It will upset a lot of apple carts (no pun on the computer company intended but, hey, one never knows, do one?).

While the brouhaha over AI art dominates the conversation as of this moment, there’s a bunch of Brobdingnagian boots awaiting their turn to drop.

AI is already being used for writing purposes, producing work that can’t easily be distinguished from a mediocre high school or college student’s efforts.

Yes, the whole point of writing an essay is to learn how to find facts, evaluate them, and marshal one’s thoughts to present a logical argument; what high school or college student packs that much self-awareness?  To them it’s just a pointless exercise, one they’ll gladly turn over to the machines to do.

And AI is also showing signs of being able to write passable short fiction all on its own, though human editing and guidance is still required for more elaborate works…

…so far.

Frankly, just as AI art can lift elements from thousands of existing artworks and mash them together, so can it yank ideas and passages and scenes and characters from existing literary works, rename them, and pass them off as new work.

Mind you, this is what human beings do all the time, the difference being that when a human mashes up Mark Twan’s Life On The Mississippi with Joseph Conrad’s Heart Of Darkness and puts a steampunk /Lovecraftian spin on it (as I have done with one of my stories), it’s a far more deliberate and judicious effort than AI just slamming elements together until something fits.

AI writing is already being marketed for bloggers, enabling them to “write” blog posts by simply picking a topic and letting AI do all the grunt work.

Of course, this only undermines the value of blogging by mindlessly parroting what others post, including whopping errors in fact that AI can’t recognize.  It makes all blogs more suspect insofar as they no longer can be assumed to be 100% genuine views but rather clickbait generated for advertising revenue.

For the record, unless noted all literary work on this blog is guaranteed 100% organic.

AI also undermines faith in social media, not that anyone assumed everything they saw was accurate, but most felt what they read was genuine; i.e., a real human being’s ideas / opinions / emotions.

Spambots easily revealed themselves through copy & paste talking points (posting points?).

What will we do with AI writing have express the same basic idea in a hundred different ways for a hundred different sockpuppets?

. . .

AI “creativity” is like telling a digital poker game to deal you a hand then deal you another if you don’t like the first, then a second, and a third, etc., etc., and of course, etc. until you finally get a royal flush in the suite you like.

Not really much of an accomplishment compared to the person who plays the hand that dealt them and manages to win, is it?

Now, hot on the heels of static image AI, we’re learning AI video is going to drop soon, and like AI art it’s going to be limited and unattractive at first, but eventually it will get better and better, and before long it will be rivaling what major studios can do.

This is going to be bad news for all streaming studios not on the YouTube model, where content creators toss their efforts into the bin hoping they’ll get enough views to garner some advertising revenue.

Mind you, that model can work, but it’s not going to work for Disney.

And while Disney may be in the strongest field position of any studio because of the huge amounts of real estate they own, nothing lasts forever.  Right now their cruising on several generations of good will and trust; the TikTok generation (and whatever comes after them) may find new idols and icons.

. . .

Since the 1980s it’s been possible for anybody to make a feature length film for under $1,000.

Yeah, you had to shoot on VHS, and your cast and crew needed to be volunteers, but you could produce a 90-minute work with an ordinary camcorder and videotape player.

Since then, technology improved dramatically to the point anybody can shoot a hi-def movie on their iPhone (and a lot of people have!).  Special effects technology became readily available at DIY levels, including professional looking greenscreen and fairly realistic computer graphics and animation using video game technology.

There are overlays and filters galore.  You can find AI apps to provide royalty free music or turn your text into speech with a nearly limitless cast of AI voices.

YouTube and other streaming services already feature a huge number of DIY sci-fi / fantasy / horror features, and PornHub & OnlyFans offer revenue streams for those interested in that sort of thing.

Literally tens of thousands of creators produce shows ranging from a few minutes to several hours in length, showing off their talents / interest / hobbies.  Once uploaded it stays up forever (barring legal challenges or the creator’s decision).

The studios built their business models on scarcity:  You needed to go to their theaters / turn on their shows at their times / buy their licensed media to enjoy.

How in hell can that business model compete with somebody at 2am deciding to watch a video made fifteen years ago of a teen popping a pimple on their ass?

A lot of people cheered on the digital age as the ultimate democratization of mass communications, with everybody able to compete on equal footing.

Instead, it’s showing the value of gatekeepers.

The digital age isn’t organized like a sport where youngsters start in pee-wee- leagues, then move up to little leagues, then junior high and high school levels, with the best going on to college athletics and the best of the best becoming professionals with the very cream of the crop rising to champions.

No, it’s like a crowded park on a Sunday morning that’s trying to hold the World Cup and the college teams and the junior varsity high school playoffs and the kindergarten beginners’ classes all at the same time on the same field.

The best will not dominate.

The best will get lost in all the confusion.

. . .

I can see and appreciate applications for AI.

I think it makes a great toy or game.

AI, in fact, already powers a great many video games, it will make them a richer experience, one in which the user can decide whether they want a first person shooter or a game of exploration or a race or a dance off.

I can see people enjoying AI movies.  Imagine being able to recast any Bond movie with any of the actors who played 007, imagine being able to dial it all the way up to Roger Moore silliness or way down to Daniel Craig funerealism, the violence all the way from Buster Keaton slapstick to John Carpenter gore, the sex all the way from…well, you catch my drift.

You could watch the same story dozens of times with dozens of variants.

Imagine being able to do this with any and all forms of comedy or drama. 

Being a movie star will no longer hinge on any real talent or ability.

All one needs do is become a celebrity then license your perceived image out to the AI developers.

Problem is, our current media entertainment world isn’t built for that.

The big studios may well take devastating body blows that forever drive them out of the game.

Thousands of people who already make precarious livings creating things and performing things will find that livelihood greatly diminished, perhaps even completely evaporated.

When everybody can make media, the value of individual media diminishes.

We may indeed see a future where media is made and consumed on the same level as food with everybody able to either make their own or buy the ingredients, go out for a treat or order out for home delivery, grab something ready to eat at a fast-food franchise or visit a five-star restaurant run by a world class chef.

We may come to regard the era between Gutenberg and MicroSoft as a golden age when artists and creators and musicians and poets and performers could be recognized and financially supported on the strength of their talents and skills as opposed to a media landscape where big corporate franchises flood the field with crap, a few superstar creators make a comfortable living, and the best the rest can hope for is the equivalent of flipping burgers for minimum wage.

  © Buzz Dixon

#AI art #writing #creativity #duty now for the future

[mairinsgale]

I genuinely love the Xenoblade chronicles 2 characters so much 🥳

#when tf do I get morag and zeke on my team!!! #pls they do join rex’s team eventually right?? 😭 #anyway #I love Pyra she’s so pretty and I was so happy when she got in smash #I’m only on part 3 so I haven’t seen jin in a LONG while but I still love him #he better come back soon tho bc I’m starting to like zeke more!!! #MMM zeke and pandoria. I love them so much I want to hold both of their hands #I still can’t get over the fact that I find fictional characters hot so I don’t want to say I think they’re hot but. they are LMAO #also NIA phhphhhmmbbphph catgir l

[bluelove24]

Late night fun: Reggie Mantle (Charles Melton) x Male Reader.

This work is complete fiction, it’s not meant to be taken seriously. I do not own the gif and every credit goes to owner.

Warnings: this work contains cheating, kinda strong language(?), it’s man on man action, description of genitalia, biting, rough sex.

Authors note: I struggled writing this one, it’s been chaotic so writing was very difficult but I managed to finished it. I’m not that satisfied with how it turned out, I feel like I didn’t do a good job. So please if you like it show some love. Another thing I was thinking about making a Riverdale series. Have Y/N Lodge “interact” with other characters. So if you like the idea let me know! Feedback is always welcomed. 💙

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“Yes baby, you like this don't you, you little slut."

I turned on my bed.

“Tell me how much you want this you slut. Beg for my dick.”

Hot, it feels hot in the room.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll be feeling the effects of my dick for a couple of days.”

I sit up quickly on my bed, sweating, and hard. I reach over to my nightstand where my phone is charging and check the time, “2:45”, great. Another night where no matter how much I jack off before bed I still dream of that night. The night I had sex with Archie Andrews, my crush for the longest time. It’s been 2 weeks since then, and he still hadn’t call or text me. Veronica has told me that she and Archie have hanged out since then so I know he’s still in Riverdale. I couldn’t stop thinking about him but I’m a Lodge, I can’t be weak, so I haven’t add the first move. I needed to find someone and fast. I lay down again on my bed trying to go back to sleep, trying my best to not think about Archie or his body or his beautiful dick or the way he fucked my- damn it. I couldn’t go back to bed in this condition. I get up and put my robe on, covering my underwear clad body. I didn’t want to run into my step father Hiram only wearing a jockstrap, so it’s better to cover up. I know, I know, if he’s my step father, why do I have his last name? Well the answer is simple, my mom had me before she got married to Hiram. I’m older than Veronica by one year.

I tied my robe and walk towards my door, I’ll go to the kitchen, I’ll drink a cup of water and head back to bed. I took a sit at the kitchen island with a water in hand, looking out the window. I hear footsteps walking towards the kitchen as well. “That’s weird, I didn’t think anyone was awake”.

“Woah! What are you doing here bro?” I turn around looking at the one and only Reggie Mantle, wearing only his tight underwear, in the entrance of my kitchen. Those briefs look almost painted on him. His muscles were out on display. His meaty chest with those perky brown nipples. His rippling abs, with a hairy treasure trail going from his bellybutton down to his great bulge. I look up at his face and I don’t know if he caught me checking him out or it’s because he’s scared of finding someone awake at this hour but he looks confused.

“I live here Mantle”. I turn to continue looking out the window, although I would love to keep looking at him. “What are you doing here?” I ask.

“Uhm…” he grabs a water bottle from the fridge. “Your sister and me were on a date”. He takes a few sips, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “We came back and I wanted to have sex but she didn’t want to pull out”. He scratches his bulge behind the kitchen island, which I can’t see thanks to the dreaded object. “Sorry of its to much information for you. You know how it is when your girl doesn’t pull out am I right”. He laughs a little at his little joke.

“No Reggie I wouldn’t know since I don’t have a girl, in fact I’ve never had a girl, since you know… I’m gay”. I smirk at the end. I can see his mind processing everything I just said and then the realization comes. Poor Reggie he’s always been a little slow but so handsome.

“Oh shit…” he says softly. “I didn’t know, I’m sorry dude”.

“Sorry for what?”

“Well I mean it must be hard to be gay especially with your father being the way that he is”. He whispers that last part, afraid that he could possibly be heard.

“First of all, Hiram isn’t my father. Second of all, it’s not that bad. Being a Lodge has its perks.” We stay quiet after that for a little bit, I can see he’s struggling with something that he wants to say but it’s having trouble saying it. “Regg, you good?”

“Yeah it’s just that… can I ask you something?” I can already feel where this is going.

“Sure! Go ahead.”

“Did… did it hurt?” He whispered softly.

“Hurt? As in sex? I mean the first time hurts a little bit, but after a while it felt good. I mean I like it rough so honestly… I didn’t mind the pain”.

“You like the pain?” Reggie tilted his head to the side like a puppy.

“Yeah I mean I like it rough so I honestly didn’t mind.” I could see that my words were having an effect on him.

“So you like it rough…” Reggie put his left hand on his bulge, still hiding behind the kitchen island.

If he’s getting excited by what I’m saying, then let’s push it a little bit more. “Oh yeah. I mean getting down on my knees to suck a dick, choke on it. Then having a guy bend me over and just fuck my brains out is the best ever.” I could see his hands moving behind the counter, most likely playing with his bulge. “What about you Regg, how do you like sex?” I got up and walked slowly around the counter so that I could catch a glimpse of his bulge.

“We have more in common than I thought, we like sex the same way.” He took a step back showing off his situation. His underwear was struggling to contain that dick inside.

“Why Reggie Mantle… it seems like you have a little situation over there”. I walked towards him, not that close but close enough that I could see his dick twitch.

He looked towards the entrance of the kitchen, most likely seeing if we were alone. Then he took a step closer. “Trust me babe, there’s nothing small about this.” He took another step to where he was close enough that I could feel his body heat.

“Is that so?” I placed my hand on his strong chest, moving my fingers down. He flexed his pecs making then bounce. My hand now touching his rock hard abs. Going lower I felt the beginning of his treasure trail guiding me down towards the promised land. As my hand reached the waistband of his underwear he stopped me.

“I don’t remember saying you could touch”. He grabbed my hand but didn’t let go.

I press my body against his, getting close to his ear I whisper. “If you didn’t want me to do this, we both know that you would have already punched me, so spare me the fake outrage and let me suck your dick”. After saying that I give a lick to his earlobe, kissing my way down his neck, down to his chest where I kiss and suck on those nipples, gently biting the right one eliciting a moan from Reggie. Jackpot. I suck on his nipples for a few minutes and with my hand I pinch and twist the other one. Reggie is moaning from the pleasure and slight pain from me pinching him. I release his nipple from my mouth and stand face to face with him. “If you don’t want my sister to catch us you better keep quiet, we still haven’t gotten to the main event.” I give a quick lick to his lips to see his reaction. After seeing that he didn’t complain about it, I take my chance and give him a quick kiss before kneeling in front of him. I look at his face before lowering my eyes to his bulging dick trapped behind his tight briefs. I get close to his bulge pressing my face on it smelling him. I can feel the heat trapped inside. He smells wonderful, the clean smell of a fresh pair of underwear, the remnants smell of his body wash, and his natural smell after a long night. His natural smell overpowering the others, pure man. I take a deep whiff, taking him in. I rub my face all over his bulge trying to coat my face with his smell. I found the head of his cock behind the briefs and could feel the wet spot from his precum. I started sucking the precum from the briefs. Making the wet spot bigger. I grabbed his briefs and pulled them down, his big bush started showing. I pulled lower and the base of his cock came into view, more and more, until with one big tug his dick was free. I take a look at it, it is beautiful dick. 6.7 inches and really thick with a little bit of an upwards curve. Lowering my eyes a little bit, holy shit, his balls! They’re the size of eggs, they are really big. I grabbed onto Reggie’s balls, they were heavy in my hand. Reggie's sack felt like silk as his nuts rolled between my fingers. The head of his dick was shiny with his precum. He made his dick bounce, making his precum drip onto the floor. I look at his face smiling.

“Do you like it?” His voice is low and deep.

“Yes Reggie, it’s beautiful, I can’t wait to have it in my mouth”. I smiled up at him.

“Then hurry up, I haven’t cum in weeks”. He flexed his dick again. Reggie leaned against the counter and opened his legs.

I grabbed his dick and hold it up, I get closer to his balls and take a deep breath. Taking in his manly scent, they look shiny from sweat. I press my face into his balls, feeling their warmth. I start licking his balls, tasting them. They are salty from his sweat and the taste like pure man. I suck one of them into my mouth and apparently they were sensitive because he started shaking from pleasure. He grabbed my hair and pushed my face harder into his crotch. I started slobbering all over his huge nuts. As my head got pushed around, my own saliva left a shiny film on my face.

“Yes." he moaned, "Fuck yes.” I sucked and licked while Reggie directed my mouth from left to right, under his nuts and above them, into the crease between his legs and then back to his junk. “Oh fuck yeah”. Groaned Reggie. He looked down at me, I was staring right back at him. "You're doing good, baby. I could stand here forever."

“Fuck Reggie this is so fucking hot”. I said and continued licking his balls. Reggie grabbed his dick, giving it a few strokes. He started rubbing the head of his dick on my face, forehead, even my hair. Reggie was leaking precum like a faucet, I could feel a steady steam of precum spilled into my scalp. This is so dirty, I love it. I could feel his balls start to pull up towards his body, letting me know he was close to cumming. I pulled back, I want his cum but not right now, I want to enjoy this a little bit more. I sit back catching my breath, I can feel his precum soaking my hair and forehead. I scoop some up from my forehead and lick it up. Looking up at him I can see he’s also breathing heavily. I look at the clock is almost 3:30 am. I get closer to him and grab his dick and start sucking on the head. His precum floods my mouth instantly. His dick is going to be a problem, what is missing in length it makes up for it in girth. I can already feel my jaw starting to ache. I push more of him into my mouth, until I almost reach the base, my mouth is stretched to its limits. At the base it gets thicker, something I wouldn’t think possible. I started moving my head back and forth, his precum flowing into my throat. Reggie grabbed my head and started picking up speed, thrusting quickly into my mouth. My jaw is hurting stretched to its limit. Reggie was pounding my throat without mercy making me choke my eyes water started to water. I could feel drool spill from my open mouth. Even though it was a struggle I was hard in my underwear. I could feel my dick leaking precum, making my underwear wet. I needed to catch a break so I pull away, catching my breath. “Fuck Reggie, you’re thick.” I wiped my mouth from all the drool. He started jerking his cock, using the mix from my saliva and his precum as lube. Fuck if it wasn’t for the fact that my family is sleeping close by I would let him fuck me. I look at his face and get closer again. Taking over I start jerking him off. I get my mouth close to his dick but I stop. Let’s have some fun. “Hey Regg… have you ever been sucked like this?” I smirk at him, giving his dick a few strokes. “Am I… am I better than my sister?” I stop stroking him immediately. I need him to be needier for this, for me. He looks shocked, I can see the wheels turning in his mind. He opens his mouth to answer but I need to torture him a little bit more. So I place my mouth over the head of his dick and gently suck on the head, not breaking eye contact. I pull back again, “So am I better?” I place him back in my mouth and painfully slowly I start to take him deeper into my mouth. I push through the pain and take him completely, my nose in his pubes, my jaw at its limit. I start moaning, making vibrations with my throat.

“F-fuu-fuck!” Reggie almost yells. “Yes, a thousand times yes, you’re so much better than your sister”. He grabs my head and holds it in place. “Fuck no one has ever taken my dick that far, they always complain about how thick it is.” He’s whispering, his abs flexing, he’s trying to control himself from not cumming so soon. His body is shiny from the sweat, making his muscles that much more highlighted. He starts moving my head back and forth, fucking my throat. I start gagging from the pounding my throat is receiving. Drool leaking from the corner of my mouth making neck and chest wet. I can feel my robe absorbing the spit that’s running down my neck. I take a hold of his balls and start gently massaging them. With my other hand I grab his ass. Looking up I can see that Reggie has his head tilted back biting his lips. He continues relentlessly to pound my throat.

In the silence of the night the only sound is gurgling from my throat and Reggie’s low moans. I didn’t care if anyone came out and saw us, I wanted Reggie’s cum. He starts picking up speed, his balls pulling tight to his body, signaling that he was ready to cum. “I’m about to cum, you better swallow this big load that I’m about to give yo-aaaaaaahhhh!” With one final push from him, he pulls my face tightly into his crotch and starts cumming down throat. I can feel his hot load blasting into my stomach, there’s just so much that I feel myself getting full. I push him away but not completely I still have the head of his dick in my mouth. He continues to cum flooding my mouth with his cum. It tastes better than I imagined, slightly salty, but it’s sweet I can tell he eats pineapple, and it’s thick. I start swallowing the shots that he blasted in my mouth but his cum just keep coming. There’s so much that some leaks from my mouth. “Don’t swallow all of it, save some in your mouth!” With one final throb he stops cumming. I counted 8 blasts of his cum. I pull away from his dick, making sure not to spill any of the cum that’s in my mouth. He grabs my hand and pulls me up crashing his lips with mine. After our lips met, he started sucking the cum I didn’t swallow from my mouth, licking my mouth clean with his tongue. After making out with him for a few he pulls away, giving me a sexy smirk. “Don't flatter yourself. I do it when I got blowjobs from women too. Jizz contain protein, and I don't like wasting protein. I need it to get bigger." He said to me as he ruffled my hair. Fuck my dick was so ready to bust. He looked down at my crotch seeing my desperation. “You didn’t cum?”

“No… I focused on pleasing you first before I finished”. I looked at him. He looked at me then looked down the hall to make sure nobody was coming and grabbed me again, pulling me to him. He started kissing me again, pulling back he started licking the cum that ran down my neck. While he was in my neck he started to kiss, suck, and bite my neck marking me up. He opened my robe and grabbed my ass with one hand and the other moved to the pouch of my dick.

“Come on baby, cum for daddy.” He whispered in my ear. “You made daddy happy so now be a good boy and shoot for me. Show daddy how quickly he can make you cum”. He started jerking me off through my jockstrap. The hand in my ass started squeezing my cheeks. His lips sucking on my neck. I was close to cumming.

“Aah! Daddy I’m cumming!” I bite my lip trying not to moan loudly, from fear of waking someone up. Reggie wasn’t making it easy, after I finished talking he started sucking hard on my neck. My orgasm was really powerful that if it wasn’t for Reggie I probably would have fallen, my knees felt really weak. After cumming in my jockstrap, I fell on Reggie, letting him hold me while I catch my breath. After a few minutes I stand up again, stepping away from Reggie. He looked incredible, standing there naked, his briefs on the floor. The sweat making his hair stick to his forehead. His lips swollen and red from kissing. I took a step back until my hip was resting on the kitchen island, across from him. Both of us processing what just happened.

Reggie stood up and walked towards me, he got down in front of me and started taking my jockstrap off.

“Wha-what are you doing Reggie…?”

He didn’t answer he just continued taking my jockstrap off. After removing it from my body he grabbed his briefs and started putting them on me. His briefs felt a little loose on me. After putting his underwear on me he stood up again. He gave me a quick kiss and got close to my ear. “I’m taking these as a souvenir.” He stepped back showing me my cum covered jockstrap. I started walking towards my sister’s room. After making sure that there was no evidence of what we just did I walked back towards my room.

Walking pass my sister room I could see that Reggie didn’t close the door completely. I get close to the door and I can see he was putting my jockstrap in his the pocket of his coat. He looks at the door and winks at me. He gets in bed with my sister, still naked, and I’m pretty sure I could still see my saliva around his dick. I get to my room and get into bed, thinking about what Reggie and me just did. And the fact that I basically just slept with my sister’s boyfriend and said boyfriend is now naked in her bed. As I feel sleep start to take over me my phone vibrates. I grab it and see what it is. Shocked I sit on the bed. It’s a simple text accompanied by a picture. The text says:

“Miss me?” Attached to it it’s a picture of Archie Andrews’s dick wrapped around the underwear he took from me on Halloween. The three dots appear on the screen, he’s typing…

“I’m cumming for that ass again ;)”

The End…

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 24: OH...HI

after months and too much longing, you finally meet corpse in person.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 3.8k

author’s note: we did it joe.

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You woke up. That’s a lie, you didn’t sleep. Too much to plan, too much can go wrong and you’re...Not nervous, no, that’s not quite accurate. Excited. Yes, excited, so excited that two Redbulls and three coffees (so far!) make you jitter around the apartment like a butterfly that can’t find a flower bed to rest on. 

Rae has almost had enough of your...random spurts of energy. So what if you ran a few laps, climbed a few tables, sang karaoke a bit too loud and yet another noise complaint had been issued? It arrived exactly an hour after your concert via your displeased landlord. Rae was, of course, the one to apologize because you were too busy trying on miniskirts. After that ordeal was taken care of, no sooner than Rae shut the front door with an exhausted sigh, you emerged from your room clad in your prettiest outfit. You present it to her with a bright smile and flourish. 

She is not impressed.

“Will you quit it?” She questions, arms crossed over her chest. Your grin does not damper -- you’re used to such harsh treatment, having accepted her backhanded way of showing love long ago. Instead, you flick your wrists, showing off an ungodly amount of rings. You’re not certain of the exact number because you can’t count, “Y/n.” Her voice gains an edge, but you persist. Show off your shoes that have cute lil’ charms that jingle jangle not unlike the spurs on a hot cowgirl’s boots, “Y/n.” Her eyes narrow in displeasure, her stern tone making you falter in your dramatic stride down the imaginary catwalk, “Just stop.”

Okay! So maybe you’re not as used to her coldness as you thought you were. Your expression sours, and you quit the act, even if a part of you - one you barely fight off, goodness, you almost perish in that battle - wants to continue but even more annoying. As if you could somehow block her rationality with manic energy. 

“What?” You ask, trying to keep the mood lighthearted despite her squared shoulders and tight frown, “I’m just having a bit of fun!” You say with a joyous little laugh, reaching for a glass of much needed water.

“No, you’re panicking.” Her words make the glass still, hoovering by your painted lips, but it’s short lived. You take a greedy gulp and it tastes fresh with a pinch of lipstick, “Look, I get it...” She shakes her head softly, “You’re meeting the guy you like for the first time, you jumped the gun straight to dating and now you’re...Anxious. It’s normal, you know.”

“But I’m not anxious.” You persist, and you really do mean it. You don’t like how she looks at you as if you’re the one that’s misunderstanding your own feelings. You set the glass down with a soft clink, heaving your own sigh, “I’m not, I’m really happy actually.” You explain softly, “It’s just...my way of dealing with it. I’m more... Worried about Corpse, to be honest.” You add, a tad quieter, “But, like, it’s all good!” You exclaim, strolling up to her and landing your hands on her shoulders, “I prepared.”

And it’s true! You had spent the night scouring the depths of the internet. Read every WikiHow article on how to deal with someone with extreme anxiety, how to not make things painfully awkward, and how to talk to boys (just in case. The last time you stumbled upon that particular article was way back in middle school when you had a crush on that one guy you saw in your school’s cafeteria every now and then. Naturally, that led you down the rabbit hole, and according to WikiHow’s How To Tell If A Boy Likes You guidebook, you found out that he was absolutely enamored with you because he glanced in your direction, like, two times. Safe to say that love story went nowhere. The point still stands). 

So you forward all of this information to Rae, nestled in her bed whilst she lazily folds her clothes; clarify that you know that nothing much can happen, and that this whole situation is delicate, and that you must tread carefully because you don’t want to overwhelm him. She pauses her actions, glancing behind her to watch you staring idly at the ceiling, so peaceful, so thoughtful. And it’s not the eerie calmness you had displayed during your murderous spree in the last Among Us game, no, it’s just...quiet understanding. 

“I’m actually impressed.” She says. You merely hum, counting the dust slowly descending in the cascading light, “You’re not as clueless as I thought.” Your lips quirk into a shy smile at the compliment- “Or as tactless.” - and turn downward just as quick.

“That implies that I’m always tactless.”

“You are.” She states and you sit up, a soft frown pinching your brows, “Not like, in a terrible way. You just...don’t think about your actions. Or the repercussions. You just know that you can get away with everything.”

“And I can!”

“That doesn’t actually mean you should do something just because you can. You know I’ll always support you. Literally everyone will always support you. But I’m not gonna coddle you. You’re just...a lot. Online and especially in person. But the fact that you’re actually taking this seriously and taking his feelings into consideration is...well, the bare minimum, but still, good job.”

...Much to think about. You don’t like thinking, it makes your head hurt. Though, that could just be the lack of sleep. You cross your legs and plop your head in your hand, tired eyes blinking owlishly, “Do you...think I should change what I’m wearing?”

Prompted by your question, she gives you a careful once over, “I mean, it’s signature you.”

“Signature me is a hoodie and some sweatpants.”

She smiles, “Then go change. Your outfit is a bit distracting for just...Hanging out indoors, no? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind either way, though.”

“I just...” You bite the inside of your cheek, mulling your words over. Truly, the last time you were so attentive was when you went Psycho Mode in Among Us, which, to be fair, wasn’t that long ago. Perhaps there wasn’t a chance to let your mind dull - it’s almost as sharp as your butterfly knife, “I figured that if, like,” You vaguely motion with your hands, “if I be, like, all over the place, and wearing something cute, he’d be, like, distracted? And less anxious? No...awkward silence?”

“First meetings are always awkward, it’s natural.” She chimes, “I mean, if you’re so nervous-”

“I’m not nervous!”

“-then just don’t overthink it. I know it’s easier said than done, but you’re you, and Corpse is Corpse, and he likes you for who you are, and even if it is a bit awkward, I’m sure it’ll, like, blow over in a second. It really doesn’t matter how you look, Y/n.” She grins, “Plus, it’s not like you’re greeting him in your underwear or something.”

You will not admit that that was your plan B, not when you just landed in her good graces. You nod, “...I’ll go change.” 

And so you do. Pick out your cutest hoodie and some sweatpants. Put away your jingle jangle shoes with a broken heart, instead of them donning your fluffiest socks; slip off some rings because they keep falling off of your fingers. It’s almost like all of those transformation scenes in rom-coms that are still popular for some reason, except you’re hot before and after, so there’s really no transformation at all. 

Now you wait. Just wait, all other activities are excluded from this. Rae comes back to find you sitting on the edge of your bed, back straight, hands neatly folded on your lap. She compares you to a Sim’s character and you allow her. After mercilessly mocking you and snapping a few pictures - for blackmail, you assume - she helpfully informs that she is leaving because she doesn’t want to get in the way, but your psychic abilities which you acquired just now tell you that she simply doesn’t want to witness this train wreck. Not that it’ll be a train wreck, it would be if you were nervous, but you aren’t. 

You just aren’t. You fidget with the rings adoring your hand; toy with the hem of your hoodie; bounce your leg up and down. It’s just caffeine, okay?! Fuck this, Twitter time.

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The waiting commences, only now it somehow feels more intense. The sun is setting, and you really want to be one of those cute girls that fill their camera roll with pictures of the sunset and the roseate sky, but your hands are trembling and holding up your phone feels like too much of a hassle. You’d rather just sit there, alone in the apartment, in the pin-drop silence, extremely uncomfy and tense, as if waiting for the end of the world. 

A notification sounds off and your life flashes before your eyes. Hastily, you check it, a sticky mixture of delight and something else, something unpleasant constricting, making your stomach churn. He’s here. Holy shit, it’s happening. You order your anime plushies to stop fucking panicking, they’re like, totally embarrassing you at the moment! You wonder if they have their own little group chat, but instead of Totally Spies it’s called Total Embarrassment. Yikes, okay, that was harsh. After a good scolding, and a heartfelt apology for getting so heated, you smooth down the non-existent wrinkles on your modest outfit, and quickly waddle over to the electronic apartment thingie something something... you unlock the main door, okay!? This is for some reason feeling very not cash money, so you break out in a little dance number.

The doorbell does not sing that shrill, unpleasant tune; rather, there’s a soft knock on the apartment’s door, and you pause your shuffling, your renegade, and perk up at the imposing future hidden behind a slab of wood. Your heart beats a melody all on it’s own, and it’s loud, uncoordinated, like a musician that’s still familiarizing themselves with their instrument. And there’s that knock again, as uncertain as you’re feeling, and your clammy fingers latch onto the lock and turn it and now there is no more hiding - such a possibility is no longer an option; no more sporadic dances or sitting in disheartening silence and letting your thoughts weight you down.

You’re not quite sure what you were thinking about before you saw him in the threshold, head tilted slightly, fluffy dark hair obscuring the bags under his eyes, hunched, one ringed hand clutching onto the strap of his duffel bag, the other frozen mid-air, ready to knock one more time lest you didn’t hear him the first two. No, truly, you can’t, for the life of you, remember what all the fuss was about. 

“...Oh.” It’s a soft sound, so quiet, but not surprised, rather...relieved. Faint shimmers of a smile reach you, hidden behind a black face mask - the panini chic! You must stan a respectful king - but there’s something about the way he looks at you that makes you question it’s sincerity. He fails to return your gaze, rather choosing to stare somewhere over your shoulder. His eyes seem unfocused. Apprehensive. A wild thought occurs to you that he expected you to trick him somehow, and wild thoughts invade the land of your mind often, but never in such a way. You clutch the handle just a bit tighter.

His hand retreats to his side, up to his mask and you think he’s about to unhook it but he stills, and there’s panic there, as if he had been moving unconsciously, as if he hadn’t realized what he’s doing. He plays it off by idly scratching his cheek, muttering an equally quiet, “Hi.” to fill the silence.

Finally, your WikiHow knowledge can come in handy, along with your common sense, “Hey, pretty boy.” You mutter, pulling away from the door, “Make yourself at home!” You slide to the kitchen, your socks acting not unlike ice-skates cutting through the Arctic frost covered ground. You hope that with you occupied and not watching him as closely he’ll feel slightly more at ease. 

You’d like to hug him. Kiss him, definitely. But if he’s so uncomfortable that he can’t bring himself to shed his mask in your presence, then there’s really nothing you can do. 

You hear the door shut and lock behind you as you pull out two glasses from the cupboard, humming a song you can’t quite recall the name of. You ask him if he’d like something to drink - it was a short flight, yet a flight still, and planes always make you thirsty, and there you go talking his ear off. You end abruptly, but smoothly, like a true diplomat; if he notices, you have no way of knowing - he doesn’t provide even a hint. He’s hard to read, and literature was never your best subject. But you’re trying.

He sets his duffel bag down on a nearby chair, “I, uhhh,” His voice is raspy and low, another indication of a pathetic lack of sleep, “I...got you something, uhh, I dunno-dunno if I should...give it now, or?” He sends you a questioning glance, but it doesn’t linger. Your offer of drinks is momentarily forgotten, though you hardly mind. 

You grin, “Sure! I love gifts, gimmie gimmie.” You make grabby hands, and he snorts, and it would’ve sounded endearing if he didn’t sound so fucking tired. He unzips the bag, and you pad your way to him, mindful of personal space (something you, in most social situations, chose to pretend does not exist). You note his hands quivering lightly, just like yours had in the agonizing wait, but he hides it well. You wish you could hold them. You’re afraid to try.

He pulls out a black hoodie and you recognize the custom art on it instantly - it’s his merch. He presents it in awkward flourish, murmuring a “Tadaaaa” under his breath; your heart skips a pleasant beat, and you have to bite down on your lower lip lest you smile appears too big. The fabric is soft under your fingers, and you accept his gift with a dramatic bow, and he turns his head away with another little laugh. You’re chipping away at the ice around him; it’s a slow process, but it’s worth the effort.

Truly, your own hoodie is shabby in comparison - icky, how could you have ever worn such a thing in the first place?! You’ll have to do extensive research in fashion magazines and Printerest so such a slip-up may never happen again. You discard it hastily and put his on instead; it smells like washing detergent with hints of cologne, one you instantly pin point belonging to him, “It’s, uhhh, it’s mine? I hope you, uhh, I didn’t have any spare ones, so-I hope you don’t...mind.”

He’s finally looking at you, but he’s still tense, still hesitant, and you shake your head softly, “No,” You admit, “I like it even more now.” You pull on the hood, toy with the strings and yank them quickly; your face is concealed, save for your nose, “Comfy.” Your commentary is unmatched, best of it’s kind - eloquent and effortless, much like yourself.

Another small laugh reaches your ears, and it sounds a bit livelier than the others had been. Success!

“Stop that.” He says gently, and you see moving shadows; his hands loosen the strings and your face is revealed to him once again. He’s close now, and he doesn’t move away; his hands come to rest on your shoulders, warm even through layers of fabric, “I came all this way to see you, don’t hide your face from me.” 

Your eyes narrow playfully, your finger rapidly tapping away on his clothed cheek, “What’s all this then? Hm? Hm?” Instead of swatting your hand away, which you figured he’d do, he complies and finally tugs that fucking mask off. Your breath catches in the back of your throat and you halt your ministrations - truly, seeing him smiling on screen is nothing compared to him smiling in person. You can’t quite contain yourself any longer - your excitement might burst out in another dance number otherwise - as you throw your arms over his shoulders and pull him flush against you. He’s quick to return the embrace. Maybe it was all the encouragement he needed.

“Wow,” He mumbles, only slightly offended, “so I finally show my face to you, in person, and you just-...you just look away?”

“I’m hugging you, dumbass.”

“...Touche.”

Things fall into place after that, like a dozen puzzle pieces fitting together. He won’t let you go - he doesn’t want to. You put on some music, something easy and indie and that doesn’t require too much effort to listen to, as the two of you contemplate what to eat. Cooking by yourselves was dismissed due to the unstable relationship between yourself and cooking utensils. The stove and you had had a falling out recently, but this feud had started long ago, back in pre-school, with only short intervals of friendship. He listened to your extensive explanation absolutely enraptured and only moderately confused. 

So you settled on ordering pizza from Domino’s. You have no trouble calling or receiving phone calls, because you have no trouble doing anything, and he admitted that he only really calls you because he gets too anxious to do more, so you’re tasked with ordering the food. You accept this mission with pride.

You stand tall, gazing out the window into the wild California domain: massive buildings and towering eucalyptus trees, bleeding skyline and the sun slowly getting swallowed up by the ocean. Corpse looms behind you, with his arms snaked around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder, looking at you through the corner of his eye. You wait patiently for the underpaid, overworked staff member to pick up, and once they do, you have the audacity to grin brightly and chirp, “Hi! I want pizza.”

Conversations flow smoothly, and you make hot chocolate - because you are hot and you crave chocolate - and he insists he wants one too, because you want one, and you don’t hesitate to overflow his cup with whipped cream and an ungodly amount of miniature marshmallows. A premature heart attack, just for him. Whoever said romance is dead has clearly never met you. When the doorbell chimes, you’re astounded that an hour flew by so quickly.

After the delicious meal, the movie night must commence. So what if you watched 10 Things I hate About You yesterday, you insist that you have already forgotten the plot. You lead him to your room and he tries not to stare, but can’t help himself. Pretty boy in a pretty girl’s room. His eyes linger on the massive posters of Chrollo on your walls, and you sense his displeasure rolling off of him in waves. 

“What?” You huff, fluffing the pillows, “You don’t like my husband?”

He jabs his finger into his chest, into the spot of his heart, “I’m your husband.”

“Side hoe, then-”

“-No.”

You didn’t lie when you said you love to cuddle, or that you’re clingy. It’s a good thing he’s just as clingy as you are, because when he lays down and you latch onto his side. He doesn’t complain, rather wraps his arm around pulls you close. His thumb draws lazy circles on your side; with your head resting on his chest, you feel each rhythmical rise and drop. 

The opening credits play on the projector, the room dark enough for your pile of plushies to look like a whole fucking human just standing in the corner. A ghost! Sucks for it, you’re not scared. You feel safe. Protected. So comfortable in Corpse’s hold that you’re honestly wondering how did you manage to be so long without him. To think all of this started when Sykkuno followed you on Twitter. What a lucky accident.

“Can I ask you something?” Your voice cuts through the bopping 90s soundtrack and Julia Stiles’ voice. He hums. You take it as a yes. Tilting your head upwards, you find his eyes again, a thorn of displeasure picking you as you note that that apprehension you had seen previously is still very much there, “...You really wouldn’t date me if I was a worm?”

His chest rumbles with a laugh and his lips split into a grin, “I would.” He presses your side for emphasis, “I really would.” He repeats, reassuringly. You, however, are not convinced.

“But I’d be a worm.”

“I know. We’d... roll around in the dirt together, or something.”

“But you’d be human.”

He frowns softly, “Why couldn’t I be a worm, too?”

“Those are the rules.”

“What kind of shitty fucking rules are those?”

“I dunno, it’s like the Thanos snap or something. I just turn into a worm. I’m the only one.”

“That’s fine.” He smiles, “I’d take you out on a fishing date or something.”

Shocked, offended, and heartbroken, you hit his chest and pointedly turn away with a pout, which he finds very funny for some reason, but you fail to see the humor anywhere except the movie. Despite the fact that he’d sacrifice you for a fish, you smile shyly and close your eyes. He did say you would take a nap together, and if he really thought you’d stay awake for movie night, well, then he’s just an idiot. You had decided you would fall asleep as soon as he was next to you. It’s a miracle you managed to stay awake for so long.

“...Sleeping already?” You don’t appreciate his teasing tone.

“’m not sleeping...” You murmur, “’m resting my eyes.”

“Sure.”

You’re not quite certain (of anything, really) how much time drifts by, but you’re nearly lost in unconsciousness, in the warm, nice feeling that comes along with him like a cloud. Perhaps he thinks you’re asleep, he has to, else he wouldn’t say anything at all, “You’re stuck with me now, you know.” It’s such a soft admission, riddled with the same notes of anxiety that always prevail in his speech; with the same hopeful sincerity he had been gazing at you the whole evening. 

Moving your lips is such a hassle, but you manage, “’m...stuck...” You mumble, “’m...stuck...what are you doing step-”

“No!” He laughs, and your lips quirk into a lazy smile, “No, no, no. Just no. Do you talk in your sleep?” You fake snore at that, loudly, “You’re like a little dragon.”

“...Fuck you.”

“Fine, a kitten, then.” That’s better. You feel something chapped, but soft, press onto your forehead, “Goodnight, Y/n.”

God, you’re so fucking happy. Does he know how happy you are? How happy he makes you? But you’re too tired for screaming and flailing around, too tired to even crack an eye open. You want him to know all the same, “...like you.” You whisper, but you don’t know if he hears you over the movie, “...I like you.”

His reply is instant, breathless, “I like you too.”

Good, you want to say, and maybe you do - can’t tell anymore. Sleep takes you too quickly.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

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Heyy🦙 I'm writing fanfiction for Hinata (form Haikyuu) and I'm gonna post it once I'm done but that's besides the point..

actually request: Any of the MHA/BNHA boys catch you writing/reading/drawing fanfiction/fan art

the characters are your pick

um- I never tell you this but dont stress yourself either🥰😚

BNHA GUYS CATCHING YOU WITH FANFICTION/FANART

w/ Bakugou, Iida, Kirishima, Denki, Shoto

warnings: suggestive themes

a/n: i'm having trouble falling asleep these days and it's taking a toll on my daily activities but i'm sure i'll manage, thank you :")

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KATSUKI BAKUGOU

catches you reading fanfiction

blond bb knows you love to read, as a matter of fact, he's aware you read more than you spend time with him. and he's alright with that cause he'd rather chill with you in silence than listen to you talk his ear out lol

just because he doesn't mind you with your hobby doesn't mean he isn't curious about it

what kind of books are you reading that have your eyes glued to your screen the whole day every day?

he never does this and really doesn't want to do it but curiosity killed the cat. as you bake cookies with Mina downstairs, you left your phone in your room to charge

Katsuki takes this as his chance to snoop. He won't go to any other app, he'll head straight to your reading apps and sites.

Jujutsu Kaisen x Reader?

Haikyuu x Reader?

Naruto x Reader?

and what the fuck is 'lemon' and 'smut'?

he puts your phone back, discreetly leaving your room to do some research in his room

ah, so you've been reading 2k-10k worth of words of fanfiction about Jujustu Kaisen, Haikyuu and Naruto characters pleasing you...

he shall now delete his search history and pretend he never found out about this part of you

TENYA IIDA

catches you drawing fanart

everyone in 1A knows you draw and that you're amazing at it

Class press never forgets/fails to compliment your drawings, even if you the pieces are half down

but that's the thing. you always let him see and sometimes you even let him watch as you draw, so why are you hiding this particular piece from him?

he guesses it's a surprise for him- but hold on, he doesn't have tattoos or pink hair. so who is it?

while you're in the bathroom, he sneakily takes a peak at your work and thinks he should regret it but honestly, the art is so good he can't even find it anything remotely negative

it's a fanart of who he remembers is Sukuna, the kind of curses from the TV show Jujutsu Kaisen. he's on a throne with a mountain of skulls underneath it, a corner of his lips tugged up into a smile as a woman's head rests in between his thighs

he probably should regret ever taking a peek but the details, holy shit. the shading, the hand- everything just sends shivers down his spine

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

catches you writing fan fiction

red boi always loves listening to you type as you study or do your homework, he uses it as a sleeping aid. as you work diligently on your desk, he lays on your bed, slowly drifting to sleep land

today, however, your typing sounds different. it's much faster, more rushed and he can't help his curiosity from growing at how you're biting on your lip, smiling as you typed

from what he knows, you absolutely hate typing essays so why do you look so excited right now?

he lets it slide, sleeping to the sound of your rushed typing.

the next day, you ask Eijiro to bring your laptop with him cause you're about to watch a movie with the whole class and the files are in your comouter

it's not even his fault, your laptop was left open and on and when he moved to turn it off, he catches a glimpse of "Tsukishima runs a hand down your thigh, his hot breath rising goosebumps all over your body." and suddenly he's reading the whole chapter

you barge in your room, yelling and asking what took him so long only to catch him glued to your computer screen, mouth left ajar.

you quickly snatch the PC from him, earning a whine. "Give it back! I need to know if Tsukki likes me back!" He pouts.

"This isn't for you to read, Eij! Leave it alone!"

"Oh sure, so your ten thousand followers in tumblr can read it but I, your boyfriend, can't. Okay, yeah. I see just how Eijirophobic you are."

he's pouting the whole day until you finally give in and let him read your drafts. allowing him to correct your grammar and spelling errors along the way

SHOTO TODOROKI

catches you reading fan fiction

this man is utterly confused why you're suddenly reading so much and how your vocabulary is slowly expanding but he's happy for you

as the both of you are in his room, silent as the both of you read your own books, Shoto can't help but get curious

so as you fall asleep with your phone still turned on, he takes his chance to get a peek

he also wants to read the books you're reading, he wants to learn more and improve himself. if your english grades had risen up from reading what you read, surely he'll also learn from how "Toji places your leg on his shoulder as he continues to pound in"-

as a matter of fact maybe he is okay with what he knows now. sometimes ignorance is bliss after all

DENKI KAMINARI

catches you watching fanart

you've forgotten about the wall of mirrors behind you and you're scrolling down your current favorite artist's twitter page, flood liking their posts

mind you their fanarts are 18+ so you thought it'd be best to face your boyfriend so he won't be able to see what you're looking at.

no, yeah you're a complete idiot.

Denki presses his lips together, trying to contain his laughter as he videotapes your reflection. you're zooming into the intricate details of a Gojo fanart with his blue polo shirt completely unbuttoned and sweat glistens over his sculpted abs

"Babe what are you doing?" Denki asks, now zooming into your face after showing to the camera what you're zooming in to

"There's a mirror behind me, is there?" You ask, now feeling like a complete idiot as your boyfriend laughs, absolutely no sound coming out of his mouth as his mouth stretches widely

You face your phone screen at him, showing the fanart. "I'd cheat on you with Gojo."

Denki continues laughing, now out of breath. "And of course I'd be pissed cause why the hell did Gojo pick you and not me?"

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Dean Winchester: Dream

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Smut, sexy!Dreams, Dreams coming true, fingering, fluff, nicknames such as (good girl, baby girl, princess, and sweetheart).

Summary: Y/n has a great dream about her favorite fictional character. But when she wakes up the first thing she hears in a whisper is “I’m not fictional, sweetheart.”

Word Count: 2.3k

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers, also this idea totally came from TikTok, but I couldn't possibly tell you who came up with the idea. But credit to whoever came up with the idea.

Main Master List

Dean Winchester Master List

'He drags his large roughed hand down the soft skin of my inner thighs, I clamp in his hand between them. He tusks at me, waving his free-hand finger at me. Forcing my bare body to be consumed by him, by his scent, by his everything.'

'He keeps his pace slow, and deliberate. Dragging his teeth over my budding nipples. He's so slow with his thrust like he wants this to be agonizingly pleasurable. He tucks me again as I try to push up against him, trying my hardest to grasp more of the tappable pleasure.'

‘I can barely breathe as he thrusts deeper and deeper into me. Hitting that small sponge bud. My face controls as he hits it again. “Is that where you want me, princess?” He asks, his voice soaked in arousal. I moan out in agreement, shaking my head vigorously. He continues thrusting, the way he dominantly hovers me, grasping one of my breasts in his large hand, while the other taps on my clit. I feel like melting into the bed, but everything around me is so hot.’

‘As we come down from our combined high, he wraps his large arm around my sweaty shaking frame. “Well, how was that for missing you for two months?” He says kissing my forehead. I can barely talk the wind still being whipped from my burning lungs. I sincerely forgot just how much I miss him when he’s away on business.’

I set my book down, the way this author has me withering under her typed words has me in a frenzy. My eyes graze over the cover. a dark scene, with a man standing behind the woman. Her hair is tossed to one side, as the man's hand behind her wraps its way around her neck.

"Jesus, I know how to pick a book don't I," I said out loud. My eyes look over to the bedside clock. My eyes widen at the time, it's nearly eleven at night. I clamber out of the desk chair. Climbing into my cold and soft bed. As I lay in bed my phone buzzes on my nightstand.

Picking it up to see a message from my best friend.

‘Y/n have you seen the author of the supernatural books is coming out with a new book!” I shoot back a quick message.

My best friend and I long ago used to be infatuated with the Supernatural franchise. Any book, fanfic, or tiny clip we could find. We found, something about the shorter older brother always had my legs tangled tight together. The books heavily go over the fact that Dean the older, shorter brother is a playboy by nature.

A flirt if you will. His smooth-talking ways getting him whatever he wants, and it’s been like that since he was old enough to talk. Having the girls swoon over him was his thing, my best friend on the other hand had fallen for other fictional characters. The taller, younger brother Sam.

‘No, I didn’t. Do we have any clues to what it will be about?” I ask her, she’s still very much a part of that community, but unfortunately for me. I had to grow up, I had to become an adult. A person can’t think about fictional characters all day long and still run her small business.

Another ding, another message from her. ‘Yeah, Y/n it’s all about Dean!” There were a few emojis at the end of the text. I roll my eyes, another ding. A screenshot. Of the new cover for the new book. “Holy shit!” Another ding.

‘I know right!’ It says I chuckle at how my best friend knows just how much this unrealistic character has control over me. I can remember when the books first came out. How my best friend and I were in the book store. Looking around the shelves trying to find something. Well, anything to read for the summer break before our last year of high school.

There it was, a thirteen-book series sitting right there. “Y/n look!” My best friend says, pointing at the spine of the book. “Do we do it?” I ask her, She taps her chin with her forefinger. “Duh!” She says grabbing all thirteen books. I walk behind her with another thirteen. We walk out of the book store with two large bags in our hands.

That night we read the first book together. Making sure to take time to break, commenting on what we’re thinking already. The first book was where I fell head over heels for Dean Winchester, alongside my best friend fell for Sam Winchester.

Within a week’s time, we had read the entire series, and then we re-read them. Commenting, even more, picking up on things we missed on our first, and even our second read. Now I lay here in my bed wondering what the author could possibly be wanting to write about when it comes to Dean. The older Winchester story I had always thought was completed, finished.

The monster they hunted, felt so real to me. I don’t know why, but it had always felt since I had read that first book that everything was real. But I always had to remind myself that monster, they aren’t real. Not even my sweet Dean Winchester was real.

I send one last text to my best friend. ‘Good night babe, I’ve got an early morning. Kisses.’ And I set my phone down on my side table. Plugging in my phone before shutting the lamp off, and getting comfortable in my bed.

As I close my eyes I think about the new book and my addiction to the supernatural community mostly to Dean Winchester. I bet my best friend is sitting at her dinner table typing away on her computer trying to find everything that there is to be found out about the new book.

Her nose will be deep into the internet before she comes up for breath. I chuckle and take a few deep breaths before sleep overtakes me. The feeling of silk sheets against my legs wakes me up. A large room with dim lights turned on. But when I go to move I feel a solid body underneath me. I follow from the top of my finger tops all the way up the chest of the person under me, to his jawline, to his nose, and eventually, I see his whole face.

I scramble to stay as my brain finally catches up with my eyes. Eye widen by the massive person under me. Long eyelashes cover the green eyes I know and love so much. His arm is wrapped around my waist pulling me in close to his large frame. I guess my squirming and moving had woken him up because his eyes start to flutter.

A dark husky voice interrupts my thoughts. “Good morning sweetheart.” I stammer to get any words out. Still laying on his chest, I feel the sheets move as Dean lifts himself up and rests against the bed frame. “Go- good morning.” I finally get out. My eyes leaving his face just for a second to see a scatter of clothes on the floor, and how our legs are still tangled. I swallow looking back at Dean. “Everything alright sweetheart?” He asks concern floating through his voice. I look down at the sheet, my arm coming up to my breasts. ‘Shit’ I say under my breath. “Sweetheart you’re scaring me, tell me what’s going on?” More concern laces his words. I look back at him, green eyes precise my soul cutting me down to nothing.

“I-um, I just... How much did I drink last night?” I ask, I’ve got nothing to go off besides that I’m naked and he most definitely is naked under the sheets. I’ll just think that I’m one of his flings. “No sweetheart, you didn’t drink at all. You and I- well I should say more like me. I just wanted to see your sexy body.” He says his hand reaching to touch my hand covering my breasts with the sheet.

I freeze, barely seeing Dean out of the corner of my eye. He pauses brows furrowing, “Did I hurt you last night?” More worry and concern floats through his words. Gosh now I feel bad, it’s always been my dream to be in bed with Dean Winchester, but this is… this is just weird. Too much for me to handle. “ I don’t thi- No Dean you didn’t hurt me. I’m just still tired.” I say, that enough to let him go of it for now.

“Oh well, if that is it. Why don’t you stay right there, and I’ll do all the work.” He says with a wink, when I go to protest, it gets caught in my throat, his large hand sliding slowly down my thigh. Another wink, as he moves under the sheets. Eventually, he’s moved my hips and legs open, slotting himself between them.

“You just be a good girl, and don’t move.” Another wink as he lets his hand search the skin of my thighs, “Well look at these beautiful dark purple marks I’ve already left behind.” He says smirking his lips attach my thighs, sucking. And my brain short circuits. The amount of time I’ve dreamed about him between my thighs. The number of times I wished he was the one touching me not some high-school prom date.

“Pl-please Dean!” It’s a high whine that leaves my lips, even I’m surprised when it flows right out. I feel a smirk against my inner thigh. “Well, Aren’t you an impatient little girl this morning?”He taunts me. I sigh heavily, my hands falling to reach for his hair.

“I told you, baby girl, just be a good girl for me.” He says going back down to suckling on my inner thighs. I buck at the anticipation of his hot, wet mouth of my sensitive bud. He tusks me, his right hand reaching up the length of my body. Reaching for my breasts. I whine as his large hand grips it tight. Playing with my taut nipple.

“De- Dean.. Please.” It’s a sorry excuse for a sorry ass moan, but Dean has barely touched me, and I’m already withering under him. “Baby, you aren’t usually so prompt to beg, but I’ll take whatever you’ve got to give.” He says. The first feel of his finger passing over my bud sends a jolt through my body, like getting zapped. I buck my hips into his finger, his other hand coming down to brace my hips down.

“Like I said baby girl, stay. Still.” It’s a demand, but with a sassy tone put on the end. Another swipe of his finger, and I’m digging my nails into the silk sheets under my body. Wanton moans leave my lips, as he teases my entrance and sensitive bud.

“P-please, Dean. I pro-promise you I’ll be a good girl.” To hell with not being a beggar. I want more of his touch. Another smirk, “How about we try this.” He says as he licks a strip up, The coolness of his tongue was hard to not make my undoing. I buck my hips, but with Dean’s forearm sitting on my hips I can’t really make any movement.

“Stay still princess,” He says breathing closely to my entrance. One minute the fingers that having tapping on my bud, are gone. Moving down my slit, and playing at my entrance, “We’ll go slow I promise.” A sigh of frustration leaves me.

I try to close my legs, as he starts to get faster with fingers, the daunting feeling of my orgasm. My hands tangling with Dean’s short dirt blonde hair. Bucking my hips to meet Dean’s fast pace. “Come on baby, I know your close. I can feel just how tight you are.” Dean says. Wanton moans escape me, as arch my back trying so desperately to get more of the ecstatic feeling.

A long moan leaves me breathless and worn out. “There you go, let go,” Dean says still thrust his fingers as I ride out my orgasm is a pleasure. He kisses my bud and slides up my body. Kissing me, letting me taste myself on his wonderful lips. “How about we rest again.” Another wink and I snuggle up with Dean, my face falling nicely on his chest. I fall asleep to the rhythm of his heartbeat against my ear.

I’m startled awake when I feel the soaking feeling between my thighs. I’m most definitely back in my old, cramped room. No beautiful bed frame, or silk sheets, just a fantasy is what I think. ‘Shit’ Is all I can think of before I noticed there’s another difference in my room. More especially on my bed, I’m careful to move the sheets in a way that gives me the most coverage.

At the end of my bed, I see a large shadow of someone. A male, but that... The smell is so familiar. A wood-like smell mixed with a whiskey. I reach out, my curiosity will either kill me, or it will send shivers down my spine.

My hands land on a strong leg, I run them up. The chest of whoever has decided to come into my house is strong, but not overly strong. A smooth, dark, and husky voice erupt into the room. “I’m not fictional, sweetheart.” I pause my hands freezing on his body. “Dean?” It’s the question I’ve ever asked someone.

“Sure is princess.” Within seconds, he’s got me on my back under his huge body. Bowed legs trapping my own. “Oh fuck.” I whimper out. A strong kiss and it’s like I’m back in the dream. “How about we try whatever had you squirming in your sleep like that?” It’s all cockiness, but damn even if he isn’t real another round with his delightful fingers would be enough.

Completed on: 08/15/2021

Posted on: 08/18/2021

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[dangermousie]

Mousie’s absolutely subjective, very biased Top 10 web novels list

Please note that this is hardly aiming to be objective, if one can even be properly objective about a work of fiction. It is 110% based on my preferences, which means this list is heavy on the angst and has nothing set in the modern day. It is also heavily danmei-centric, even though I read way more het romance than danmei, because for whatever reason, most of the danmei I’ve read has been insanely good.

10. Return of the Swallow - one of the two non-danmeis on this list. Smart and nuanced and with a large cast of characters. Our heroine is a long-lost daughter of the family that is brought back in and has to cope with familial struggles, crazy royals, court intrigue, invasion et al. It’s SO GOOD! There is romance with the sexy smart enemy general but honestly, it’s the heroine that is the main selling point for me.

9. Transmigrator Meets Reincarnator - the only other non-danmei novel on this list, this was my very first web novel and what drew me into this insanity. This is just a ton of fun, probably the lightest novel on this list, not an ounce of angst to be found. But it’s hilarious and features competent heroine and tsundere hero and I will always love it for opening a new world to me. Anyway, our heroine transmigrates into the novel as the female lead. Unlike the original lead though she doesn’t want to seek adventures and angst - she just wants to comfortably live with the wealthy, nice husband heroine has. Alas, said husband is no longer nice since he has previously lived this story where he was betrayed by FL and then transmigrated/reincarnated into the past. Oh well, the heroine opens up businesses and makes friends. And eventually, her husband realizes his wife is way different this time around. This actually doesn’t have much romance, not until close to the end, but this is so fun I don’t care.

8. Lord Seventh - I am only partway through this so far, but it’s already on the list because it’s smart and somehow intense AND laid-back (not sure how this works, but it does) and is honestly just a really really solid and smart period novel, with the OTP a cherry on top of a narrative sundae. Plus, I love the concept of MC deciding he is not going for his supposedly fated love - he’s tried for six lifetimes, always with disaster, and he’s just plain done and tired. When he opens his life in his seventh reincarnation and sees the person he would have given up the world for, he genuinely feels nothing at all. (Spoiler - his OTP is actually a barbarian shaman this time around, thank you Lord!)

7. Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (MDZS) - oh come on, how are you even on this tumblr if you don’t know MDZS/The Untamed? This was my very first danmei and it’s so much fun! I love everything about it - the unreliable narrator, the looping structure, the main OTP, Wei Wuxian’s laidback, traumatized insouciance, everything. Anyway, the plot in the event you somehow transported here from 2005 is that the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, Wei Wuxian, was defeated by the righteous sects over a decade ago and fell of a cliff to his death. Only now that same Wei Wuxian opens his eyes in another body and everything that was supposed to stay in the past starts again.

6. Heaven Official’s Blessing (TGCF) - people either love its meandering narrative, picaresque structure and cast of thousands, or find it a detriment compared to much more compact MDZS. I love it even more than MDZS for those very qualities. It does have a rock-solid, darling OTP, but what really elevates it to me are the MXTX trademark combo of snarky/light tone hiding a ton of trauma underneath, the insanely intricate world-building, and what it has to say about the nature of grace and goodness. Xie Lian is one of my top 5 web novel characters and probably in top 10 from anywhere. Oh, and while MXTX’s stuff is not as angsty for me as Meatbun’s or even Priest’s, there are always exceptions, and there is one chapter in this novel that pretty much broke me and sometimes I still flashback to it and feel unwell.

Anyway, what is it about? There is a commotion in the heavenly realm - Xie Lian, the Crown Prince of a long-destroyed kingdom, has ascended to Godhood. That in itself is not so exciting. However for Xie Lian this is the third time (!!!!) as he’s ascended and lost his godhood twice prior. And now, the biggest joke of the divine realm is back, throwing the heavenly realm into chaos. And elsewhere, Hua Cheng, one of the four most powerful demons of that Universe, sits up and takes notice.

5. Golden Stage - my perfect comfort novel. Probably the least angsty of any danmei novel on this list (which still means plenty angsty :P) It also has a dedicated, smart OTP that is an OTP for the bulk of the book - I think you will notice that in most of the novels in this list, I go for “OTP against the world” trope - I can’t stand love triangles and the same. Anyway, Fu Shen, is a famous general whose fame is making the emperor antsy. When he gets injured and can’t walk any more, the emperor gladly recalls him and marries him off to his most faithful court lackey, the head of sort of secret police, Yan Xiaohan. The emperor intends it both as a check on the general and a general spite move since the two men always clash in court whenever they meet. But not all is at is seems. They used to be friends a long time ago, had a falling out, and one of the loveliest parts of the novel is them finding their way to each other, but there is also finding the middle path between their two very different philosophies and ways of being, not to mention solving a conspiracy or dozen, and putting a new dynasty on the throne, among other things. It always makes me think, a little, of “if Mei Changsu x Jingyan were canon.”

4. Sha Po Lang - if you like a lot of fantasy politics and world-building and steampunk with your novels, this one is for you. This one is VERY plot-heavy with smart, dedicated characters and a deconstruction of many traditional virtues - our protagonist Chang Geng, a long-lost son of the Emperor, is someone who wants to modernize the country but also take down the current emperor his brother for progress’ sake and the person he’s in love with is the general who saved him when he was a kid who is nominally his foster father. Anyway, the romance is mainly a garnish in this one, not even a big side dish, but the relationship between two smart, dedicated, deadly individuals with very different concepts of duty is fascinating long before it turns romantic. And if you like angst, while overall it’s not as angsty as e.g., Meatbun stuff, Chang Geng’s childhood is the stuff of nightmares and probably freaks me out more than anything else in any novel on this list, 2ha included.

3. To Rule In a Turbulent World (LSWW) - gay Minglan. No seriously. This is how I think of it. it’s a slice of life period novel with fascinating characters and setting that happens to have a gay OTP, not a romance in a period setting per se and I always prefer stories where the romance is not the only thing that is going on. It’s meticulously written and smart and deals with character development and somehow makes daily minutia fascinating. Our protagonist, You Miao, is the son of a fabulously wealthy merchant, sent to the capital to make connections and study. As the story starts, he sees his friend’s servants beating someone to death, feels bad, and buys him because, as we discover gradually and organically, You Miao may be wealthy and occasionally immature but he is a genuinely good person. The person he buys is a barbarian from beyond the wall, named Li Zhifeng. It’s touch and go if the man will survive but eventually he does and You Miao, who by then has to return home, gives him his papers and lets him go. However, LZF decides to stick with You Miao instead, both out of sense of debt for YM saving his life and because he genuinely likes him (and yet, there is no instalove on either of their parts, their bodies have fun a lot quicker than their souls.) Anyway, the two take up farming, get involved in the imperial exams and it’s the life of prosperity and peace, until an invasion happens and things go rapidly to hell. This is so nuanced, so smart (smart people in this actually ARE!) and has secondary characters who are just as complex as the mains (for example, I ended up adoring YM’s friend, the one who starts the plot by almost beating LZF to death for no reason) because the novel never forgets that few people are all villain. There is a lovely character arc or two - watching YM grow up and LZF thaw - there is the fact that You Miao is a unicorn in web novels being laid back and calm. This whole thing is a masterpiece.

2. Stains of Filth (Yuwu) - want the emotional hit of 2ha but want to read something half its length? Well, the author of 2ha is here to eviscerate you in a shorter amount of time. This has the beautiful world-building, plot twists that all make sense and, at the center of it all, an intense and all-consuming and gloriously painful relationship between two generals - one aristocratic loner Mo Xi, and the other gregarious former slave general Gu Mang. Once they were best friends and lovers, but when the novel starts, Gu Mang has long turned traitor and went to serve the enemy kingdom and has now been returned and Mo Xi, who now commands the remnants of his slave army, has to cope with the fact that he has never been able to get over the man who stabbed him through the heart. Literally. This novel has a gorgeously looping structure, with flashbacks interwoven into present storyline. There is so much love and longing and sacrifice in this that I am tearing up a bit just thinking of it. If you don’t love Mo Xi and Gu Mang, separately and together, by the end of it, you have no soul.

1. The Dumb Husky and His White Cat Shizun (2ha/erha) - if you’ve been following my tumblr for more than a hot second, you know my obsession with this novel. Honestly, even if I were to make a list of my top 10 novels of any kind, not just webnovels, this would be on the list. It has everything I want - a complicated, intricate plot with an insane amount of plot twists, all of which are both unexpected and make total sense, a rich and large cast of characters, a truly epic OTP that makes me bawl, emotional intensity that sometimes maxes even me out and so much character nuance and growth. Also, Moran is my favorite web novel character ever, hands down.

Anyway, the plot (or at least the way it first appears) is that the evil emperor of the cultivation world, Taxian Jun, kills himself at 32 and wakes up in the body of his 16 year old self, birth name Moran. Excited to get a redo, Moran wants to save his supposed true love Shimei, whose death the last go-around pushed him towards evil. He also wants to avoid entanglement with Chu Wanning, his shizun and sworn enemy in past life. And that’s all you are best off knowing, trust me. The only hint I am going to give is oooh boy the mother of all unreliable narrators has arrived!

The novel starts light and funny on boil the frog principle - if someone told me I would be full bawling multiple times with this novel, I’d have thought they were insane, but i swear my eyes hurt by the end of it. I started out being amused and/or disliking the mains and by the end I would die for either of them.

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[veliseraptor]

☕️ American SFF

wow so how long ago did I do this meme? too long probably to be answer this ask now is probably the answer, but I found it in my drafts and felt like it, so sue me. and also I have fresh hot spicy opinions* on this now so *fingerguns* here goes

So I’ve been looking over “most anticipated” lists for 2022, and...I think I referenced a while ago the way that I’m feeling kind of detached/alienated from the state of much of the new SFF coming out right now (at least, that gets a lot of press/attention), and I’m still very much feeling that - it seems like what is “in” right now is just not what works for me.

To elaborate on that a little - I feel like some of it can be summed up by my reflexive grimace whenever I hear the word “hopepunk,” or the fact that as far as I’m concerned Becky Chambers has overstayed her welcome by several books, or the fact that I am very tired of reading book blurbs that talk about how sweet and tender and soft it is.

It seems as though (and this is anecdata and personal, please don’t take me as an authority) there’s an impulse in SFF lately to offer stories that serve as solace or comfort - that, if they’re not utopias, gesture toward the concept. I can understand that impulse, certainly - the world is a mess, things are scary and miserable and, per Tolkien, it is peoples’ right to want to escape that and find reassurance where they can. And some of it, too, is I think a correction/backlash against “grimdark” works. Which...yeah, grimdark was a Thing, and it was a thing that drove me nuts, but I also feel like the definition (as with so many things) gradually expanded to cover a lot of ground, and became sort of “dismissive way of categorizing a thing I don’t like” sometimes. Consequently, from my perspective it feels like an overcorrection. It feels...toothless. It feels like the book version of the sensation of trying to squeeze a very soft pillow.

Of course this doesn’t cover everything on the shelves, but when I turn the other way what I find is a lot of stuff that feels very...Single Dude Protagonist, if that makes sense as a shorthand. And that’s not what I want either! I just find that boring; generally speaking there’s not a lot there to draw me.

And the thing is that I feel like I can’t talk about this, because people are going to hear it as, like, me bitching about SFF becoming a more diverse publishing field, the uptick in books with queer characters and romances, more mind being paid to how things like race and gender are handled. That’s the association that I feel like gets made, but that’s not what I’m talking about. I think about that genre of Tumblr post that was like “why would you ever put homophobia in your fantasy world, that’s horrible.” It’s this idea that writing darkness into a fictional world, writing pain and suffering and inequality, is somehow perpetuating the wrongs of the real world, as opposed to it being a way of examining those things, responding to those things. Not just I read this to cope or whatever but I read this because it gives me something to think with.

I feel like there was this brief window of time where there was this influx of writers and books that were doing some very interesting things with the genre, particularly thematically. I think of Broken Earth, and Imperial Radch, and The Traitor Baru Cormorant, and Machineries of Empire, and Divine Cities. Books that were grappling with heavy shit, that could hurt you, that offered a challenge of one kind or another. But now...I just feel like I don’t see those kinds of works popping up as much anymore.

This isn’t universal, obviously! The Poppy War and its sequels came out recently and certainly were not this; same with the Green Bone Saga. There are still books coming out that are wrestling with the kind of things that I want to read about, that feel like something I can sink my teeth into, and that sink their teeth into me. But I feel like they’re getting harder and harder for me to find.

*citation needed

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