#anyway i'm sure you've thought of this but if i were you i'd test it

[coquelicoq]

If you wear earplugs, can you hear your alarm in the morning? How do you make sure you'll get up? I've thought about wearing earplugs before, but that's always been my main concern.

my secret is that i almost never set an alarm, lol. but when i do, yes, i can hear the alarm through the earplugs. i use the bell-shaped foam ones and they don't perfectly block out sound, but they do help with those little night noises that i can fixate on otherwise, and they block out morning noises that aren't 1) my alarm 2) trucks backing up on the street 3) leafblowers 4) the city deciding to use a woodchipper right outside my window or 5) the neighbor kid yelling (though i suspect they do actually block out the neighbor kid yelling more often than not). but my alarm is pretty loud, maybe? i use an actual alarm clock rather than my phone. idk if i would sleep through a phone alarm or not.

#i have never used an alarm on this phone lol. to the extent that recently i was traveling and needed to set an alarm #and forgot that there is an alarm option in the stopwatch app. so i just set a reminder. which didn't wake me up AT ALL #cuz a reminder only chimes like one time quietly. can you tell i also rarely set reminders on my phone lolollll #i slept in and was then in a mad rush to get all my shit together before i had to check out of where i was staying #whoops! #anyway i'm sure you've thought of this but if i were you i'd test it #on a day when it would behoove me to get up by a certain time but it wouldn't be the end of the world if i didn't #because obviously ymmv...maybe i'm a lighter sleeper than you. maybe my alarm is louder than yours. etc etc #thank you for the ask! happy to share my useless ungeneralizable experience w you 😘 #asks #not anon #sleep

[runningfrom2am]

Hi, how’s your day been going? Hoping it was amazing. I just saw your post about needing inspo for Coriolanus fics! I’m not sure if you are taking requests but if you are Could you maybe do a touch-starved Coryo fic? Something fluffy/angsty where Coryo can finally fulfill those needs and be himself and vulnerable with the reader. Thanks!

as long as you need me - c.s

pairing: coryo x fem!reader

wc: 1.7k

tags/warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, he just needs you and you just want to help.

requests (currently closed- feel free to send whatever but it will be a while before I get to them!)

nav / coriolanus snow masterlist

a/n: ahhh thank you for sending this in! it was so fun to write like stopppp i just want to give him a hug omg. also thought i'd post this to hold y'all off until i post the next part of LTPF. anyway, enjoy!

You had a very stable grasp of the limits of your relationship. What was appropriate, and what was not. You were quite shy, and Coryo always carried himself with a high level of decorum. You would eat together at lunch, and he would walk you home most days. The weekends, your study dates, were always your favourite. He was significantly more relaxed, but you could still tell he was just a little tightly wound. By now, you've just learned that's who he is. Not overly affectionate, but he cares for you and you care for him. 

"I can't stay late today, I'm sorry." You said, genuinely feeling bad for having to turn down the request. In your junior year, you started tutoring for younger grades at the academy and it is something you thoroughly enjoyed.

"I have a test tomorrow! Why can't you stay? Just for a few minutes- I just have a couple of questions." The first year, Aelia whined.

"My boyfriend is supposed to walk me home and he has a tight schedule, but I'll tell you what, I can meet you in the library in the morning before class. That way it will still be fresh in your mind, yeah?" You grinned, and she seemed satisfied as you agreed on a time, not knowing that a few of the girls in your grade were listening in.

"Y/N," Clemensia decided to approach you as Aelia walked off, Arachne and Livia following close behind. "Did I catch you telling someone that you have a boyfriend? Did I hear that right?"

"Oh, well, yes." You answered sheepishly, gathering your things to put in your bag before your next class.

"Really?" Livia chimed in, and you just nodded. "Okay, well, spill. Who is it? Do I know him?"

"Um..." You looked around, deciding what to say. You weren't necessarily keeping it a secret, but you just hadn't felt the need to tell anyone you went to school with. "It's Coriolanus. Snow." You cleared your throat, unsure why you even added his last name. It's not like the name Coriolanus was abundantly common.

"Shut up." Clemensia laughed slightly, eyes widening at you. "You're joking, right?"

"No... We've been together for almost seven months now."

"I just... wow. We had no idea. Seven months! I feel like I've never seen the two of you get closer than two feet apart." You weren't sure whether to interpret this response as teasing or genuine shock- so you just gave them an awkward smile and a small nod before walking away.

At the time, you had never considered how your lack of affection in public could be confusing to people- not that it mattered. Rumors had spread quickly after that, which was to be expected when Livia and Arachne were involved. However, PDA just wasn't your thing. General displays of affection weren't really your thing, either. Both of you always had a lot going on, and having been together for almost a year by now, you knew that you loved him and he loved you. You didn't have to prove it to each other or to anyone, there was no pressure for anything to change. On your end, anyway.

Coryo, on the other hand, was feeling something shift. Leading up to the reaping and more importantly, to the prize. You both were in the running, being in the top twenty-four of your class, and you had no doubt that Coryo was a shoo-in, but you didn't know how extremely anxious it was making him. The now constant thrumming of his heartbeat in his chest and his shaky hands were always less around you, and he can only dream of how much better it would be if he could just hold you.

These days, he'd wake up expecting you in his arms due to a particularly calming dream only to be disappointed. He respected you a great amount and wouldn't want to push your boundaries, however unspoken. Still, he wasn't sure how much longer he could go about his day-to-day without testing his theory that holding you could cure his fears, or at least let him forget about them for only a moment. He would happily take just a second of peace.

Coriolanus usually greeted you outside of your unshared classes, seeing that you tended to stay a few minutes late to ask questions or polish off your notes. He couldn't wait to see you, he needed to.

"Coryo." You smile, walking out of your lecture hall to see him waiting.

"Hi, Love. How was class?" Your boyfriend greets you, joining you on your walk towards the exit of the school.

"It was good. Though, I find the topic of the rebellion kind of redundant at this point." You say, books tucked against your chest under folded arms. "Is it not too soon to discuss it in a history class? I mean, I literally remember what it was like to live in a bomb shelter."

Your joke seemingly lands on deaf ears as he just hums, placing a hand on your lower back to guide you out of the building. This wasn't totally unusual, but with the way he was pushing you, albeit gently, was telling you that something was wrong.

"Is everything okay?" You ask him, looking up at the boy next to you as you reach the bottom of the academy's front steps.

"Fine." Coryo nods, attempting a reassuring smile that he isn't aware falls short.

"Okay, well... If you want to talk about anything, I'm here for you, you know. Always."

"I know. Thank you, Love." He drops his hand from your back to hold your free one, turning in the direction of your apartment.

The next afternoon, you're in the same class, one of the rare ones you don't share with Coryo, taking down notes from the lecture when there's a knock on the door, followed by it creaking open. You pay no mind, taking the opportunity to catch up on everything written on the board.

"May I borrow Y/N, please?" Your boyfriend's voice is scratchy and shakey in a way unfamiliar sounding to you, making your head snap up. You'd never seen him cry before. "Only for a moment."

Your teacher dismisses you, likely on account of your and Coriolanus's mutually spotless records and his red-rimmed eyes. Clearly, you were needed urgently. You leave your bag and your books, ignoring the whistles and heckling of some of your classmates as you rush to the door.

Coryo had reached his breaking point. He was writing his third paper of the week, unable to focus on that and get his mind off of how unlikely it was he would get the prize if the Dean had any say. Sitting in the library, the world had started turning around him. People were talking, laughing, even, and he couldn't take it anymore. The floodgates opened and he had rushed out of the room. He couldn't go home, his attendance would be affected and he'd be throwing away the prize most definitely. He had nowhere to go, except for to you.

You close the door behind yourself, thankful that the hallway is completely deserted during class time. "Hey, what's going on?" You ask, and before you can get a good look at him he's pulling you into a crushing hug, shaking around you.

You're shocked for a moment, pulling yourself out of your head to hug him back. Whatever is bothering him must be bad. He'd hugged you before, but never like this. "Hey, it's okay..." You whisper, rubbing his back. "Let's go outside for a second, yeah? Get some air?" You offer, gently prying yourself from his grasp to look at him.

Coryo can't speak, overtaken completely by the tears flowing down his cheeks and the anxiety flooding every inch of his body. He feels like he could be sick, all he knew that he needed was you. He just nods, trying to regain his composure, if only for the couple of minutes it takes to get outside.

"Okay. Let's go." You smile, trying not to show how worried you are as you wrap an arm around his back, still holding him close to you as if he has a broken ankle and you have to carry him. So far, his theory was proving to be correct. Just having you at his side was calming to him, and mentally he's cursing himself for not voicing his fears to you before they broke him.

As soon as the door of the rarely used back exit to the school is closed, he's essentially collapsing onto the ground, tucking his knees up to his chest and crying into his hands. You're quick to join him, draping an arm over his back and trying to grab one of his hands to hold. Your brow is knit with worry, rubbing his shoulder as he allows you to take one of his shaking hands. "Coryo..." You say softly, trying to get him to look at you but he won't. "What's happening? Talk to me, you can trust me. I just want to help."

He sniffles, looking up at you. "What is it?" You ask again, hoping to prompt any kind of information out of him. When he doesn't answer, you curve your approach to yes or no questions, hopefully, to make it easier on him. "Is someone hurt? Is it Grandma'am? Did something happen?"

He shakes his head slightly with every question, once again avoiding your eyes as he looks down at the ground, occasionally trying to cough out the knot in his throat.

"...Do you want to talk? Or do you just need a hug?" You realize, leaning in so he would look at you again.

He pulls you closer, wrapping both his arms around you awkwardly due to the way you are both sitting. "Just need you here." He mumbles, hardly audible as he buries his face in your shoulder and neck.

Relieved to hear his voice again, you place a hand on his hair and on his back, holding him tight. "I'm here, Coryo. As long as you need me."

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[pomefioredove]

heyyy! i really love your writing🥹🥹 btw can i request a hc with riddle and jamil (separated) with gn!reader who’s very lazy and they have a test and only study the morning before the test? but somehow pass?? i wanna see their reaction

anyway sorry if i made any mistakes, this is my very first request and english is not my first language😔 it’s fine if you can’t do it!!

-🎲

no worries! this is a great request, their reactions would be very funny

summary: reader miraculously passes a test they last-minute studied for type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, jamil additional info: platonic or romantic, reader is not specified to be yuu, reader is gender neutral, not proofread

Jamil knew that it wasn't his place to judge

after all, being raised with the al-Asims, he'd been taught to keep his bitter thoughts to himself

but something about your carelessness reminded him all too much of Kalim

...okay... maybe you weren't exactly partying, or spacing out, but your complete lack of conviction is almost identical

and, so, Jamil decides to give you a word of advice the day before the big exam

"Worried about tomorrow's History of Magic test?"

he even gives you a big smile, trying to play it off as a casual question

you shrug. "Eh, not really,"

"If I were you, I'd be a little more concerned. The grading system is very strict at NRC,"

and with that, he's gone

his sly remark, spoken as if in friendly conversation, leaves him feeling a little more satisfied with himself

he doesn't even feel irked when Kalim nearly sleeps through the test, or when he forgets his notes, or when he absent-mindedly reads the questions aloud during...

in fact, Jamil is quite confident that in any case, you'll do much worse than Kalim, which saves the both of them

after the exam scores are posted in the hall, you find him

"What did you get?"

Jamil hates answering these kinds of questions, especially knowing that he could be in the top of the class if he was allowed to try. "Passing. And you?"

"Well..." you smile. "I really thought about what you said, so I studied this morning."

Jamil's sour mood at his own score seems to lighten

you studied the morning of the exam? oh, this was going to be rich

"...And I got full marks!"

...what.

you show him the paper and it takes all his strength to keep his usual poker face

otherwise, his jaw would drop

"How did... how?"

you shrug. "Good study plan, I guess,"

"Hmph," he crosses his arms. "Well, then... you'll have to come tutor Kalim sometime. What works for you must work for him,"

Riddle spends the entire week pestering you about studying

"I just don't feel like it," you groan

goodness. you sound just like that terrible Floyd...

"It's not a matter of want, it's a matter of need. This exam counts for a significant amount of your grade!"

"Eh... I'll just wing it,"

wing it?! oh, now you've really done it

"Consider yourself lucky for not being a part of Heartslabyul. I would have your head for that!"

and then he storms out. how graceful!

when he sees you the following afternoon, that calm, unbothered look of yours is still on your face. it drives him mad

"If I were you, I'd be praying," he says. he's almost smug about it

Riddle earns full points on every exam- it's just a given. he's sure that the two of you will be on polar opposites of the grade spectrum once the results are posted

you shrug. "Yeah, about that... I thought about what you said, and decided that I don't want to have to retake this class. So I studied this morning,"

he almost smirks. "One last-minute cram won't be enough to raise your grade above failing, I'm afraid. But perhaps this will serve as a lesson, next time you-"

Riddle stops dead in his tracks as Trein posts the exam results on the wall behind you

his eyes widen

"Full... full marks?! We're in the same percent!? How is that possible?!"

You chuckle as his face goes all red, both frustrated and flustered

"Hey, you should count this as a victory for yourself. You give great advice,"

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jamil viper x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #queued #🎲

[oatsmeall]

Friendly strangers.

Jk! x f!reader | smut | not proof read

Warnings: suggestive themes and language.

College au | strangers to lovers

When you started your year at college you didn't think it'd be so lonely.

You didn't really make friends or talk to people at the campus. Your closest friends went to another college, it sucked. You weren't completely disappointed though. You just minded your business and went on about your day.

However.. you and this complete stranger would often see each other throughout the day, that being your AP chemistry course And often even in the library. You didn't know him but you sometimes talked to each other. Not conversation wise but you would ask for a sheet of paper or a pen and he'd do the same. Occasionally when you'd see him in the library, you'd sit at the table he sat at and he'd do the same again. It was a routine, the game of "Friendly strangers".

You will admit though he was very handsome, tall with dark hair in a wavy mullet and tattoos so beautiful, accompanied by piercings on his brow, lip, and all around his ears. His eyes were alluring, doe eyed when he'd ask questions and siren eyed when tension arose.

You're now sitting in the library in a comfortable silence but you really want to get to know him. You've been seeing him all semester and yet you've never exchanged names. This could be a new start to finding friends.

"psst.. hey" you whispered throwing a small ball of scrunched paper.

"hm?" He seemed to become surprised. His doe eyes were prominent.

You moved from one chair to the other to get closer to him.

"what's your name? I figured I should ask... Considering I've got class with you AND we sit together anytime we're in the same room anywhere."

"Right, uh- I'm Jungkook. Your name?"

"Y/n. Nice to.. formally meet you?" You said in a confused tone.

"yeah, same."

It fell silent again, this time somewhat awkward. You looked around the library thinking of something you could say next, to your dismay, nothing came up.

"uh- so...what're you studying for?"

"that chem test we've got next week. Better prepare now to get it out of the way.."

"mhm.. that's great. You're better than me, I just come here to scroll through my laptop and skim through class work or homework. And read, of couse." You say laughing at the last part.

"well it is a library after all. I'm actually about to finish studying. I'm going to head to a corner store right now... If you'd like to come along I wouldn't mind. Maybe we can get to know each other better?"

You were surprised he asked you to go with him. Even with such a straight face you couldn't tell if he was being genuine or if he felt bad...

"sure, give me a sec." You agreed anyway.

"No way? I thought that was from a whole different era? Huh? Who would've thought."

"pay attention more in class Y/n."

"mmk..Mr. Perfect."

You and Jungkook had been conversating out on a random picnic table for what felt like forever, it felt as if you've known him for eternity, like you've known him so long. He had a strange familiarity to him. Unexplainable really.

"you know... I never thought I'd ever talk to you, ever. Or that you'd talk to me at all. I just thought you were so quiet and shy. Which you're quite the opposite.." he laughs saying the last part.

"I could say the same for you Mr. Perfect, but honestly me too. I don't know where I got the guts to talk to you." You shrug eating your ice cream.

"I used to think you were so pretty..I still do. I just couldn't get the attention of the pretty girl." His eyes became lazy, the siren eyes. Oh my God...

His head in a tilt, staring you in your eyes, you felt embarrassment arise. Your face felt warm.

"you're too generous. But you know what... I was thinking.. that you're not so bad yourself, I would stare at your tattoos.." you were trying to sound like a confident woman but you felt awkward.

"yeah? Hm. What about my tattoos did you like?" He asks quietly staring at you deeply.

"I like your big arms and hands...and the way your tattoos adorn them beautifully." you say touching lightly over his hand and up his arm.

"Really? Hm.." his gaze became dark. His big hands suddenly gripped your forearm. He got up from across the table and walks over to you still grabbing your arm.

"how about I go show you what these hands can do? Would you like to come to my apartment?" He says with worry at the end. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

"your apartment? U-um.. yeah sure. You don't have a dorm?" You asked in genuine shock.

"no actually, I moved out my dorm about a month ago... I like privacy." He says in a laugh.

"right.. lead the way."

All you could feel was the subtle pain in your back, Jungkook slammed you into his wall by his entrance to his apartment. Excitement rolled within you.

"Can- uh,, fuck..- may I?" He said between his kisses, he really knew how to get your spots on your neck. It felt so erotic.

"yes- mm yes- of course" you were trying to catch your breath.

"fuck- I want you bad, you're so fuckin beautiful" he said smirking while sucking your neck.

"mhm? Auh fuck, You're good at that"

He then grabbed you and carried you bride style into his living room onto his couch.

He sat with his legs spread apart, such a sexy position for such a sexy man you thought.

You crawled onto his lap causing him to close his legs together slightly, you put your own legs on either sides of his legs now sitting on top of him completely.

You lowered your body completely on him, you felt his hard cock poking your ass.

"excited?" You asked teasing him.

"very" he says shortly after continuing by devouring you in kisses.

Gripping your sides with eagerness, you began to grind on him, he encouraged you more by moving you as well with his tight grip.

"mm fuck baby, you make me harder and harder by the minute" he hisses

"fuck- you're so aggressive, I love that." You say staring at him. Your eye contact felt lethal this amped up your high.

"yeah? You like that?" Jesus, you just met the guy formally and now you're riding his lap?

He grabs your face with his big hand, forcing you to look at him. Your heart literally skipped a beat, you just discovered yourself in this moment, you loved his aggressiveness, THEE aggression.

"Jungkook- I want you...in me.." you say quietly.

"okay.. if you're okay with it then okay."

You nodded quickly. He grabbed you off of him and got up and disappeared into the dark hallway coming back shortly after with a silver foil packet. He sat down next to you. You then took over from there. Without notice you made eye contact with him while your hands went down into his sweats, stroking his cock slowly and teasingly in his pants. You just smirked at him. He threw his head back and hummed lewes noises while you stroked up and down.

"fuck- Y/n...."

You then pulled his sweats down and let his cock spring out. His cock was big. You took in what was eventually about to go into you.

He grabbed the foil packet and ripped it open with his mouth and pulled the rubber out, rolling it onto his dick.

While he was getting situated, you too we're doing the same. You took your short biker shorts off along with your panties, leaving you in your oversized sweatshirt.

He stared at you while doing so mesmerized at your beautiful body.

He pat his lap indicating to sit on it, slightly smirking at you. You did and again you put your legs on either side of his legs, you slowly sunk down onto his cock, you felt your pussy stretch out, but if felt so good to you. Your pussy throbbed, already wet you slid onto his dick nice and easy.

"mm-fuuuck, y-youre s-so big" you winced.

"baby you're so wet, all for me." He hissed throwing his head back.

"oh my God auh-fuck" you moaned as you fully plopped onto him.

He grabbed your waist hard.

"alright baby, hang onto me."

Before you could do or say anything he slammed into you hard, slowly pulling out and doing it again. Your ass smacking his balls and thighs became a louder noise, he began going fast and hard.

"o-oh my- a-auh ffuuuck" your moans were out of this world, it sounded like music to Jungkook's ear.

"yeah baby- take this cock, good girl."

The pet names made your stomach do cartwheels, you became wetter and wetter.

"yes, yes, yes, s-so good" you moaned again and again.

The lewd juice noises where on full ear display, the sound of ass on balls was amplified and your moans and cries were on blast.

"yes baby, you're doing so good, yes" he hissed. He grabbed your waist with one hand and his other reached over to your throat.

This felt so pornographic but the throat grab made your pussy throb and gush.

"uah auh, my god, f-fuck Kook I'm gonna c-cum! Fuuuuck" your pussy began to clench and so was Jungkook's hand around your throat.

"come on baby, cum, cum for me." He was also reaching his high, he felt your clench and his dick felt like it was gonna burst.

"yes, yes, fuck aughhh" you moaned in agony, your pussy was pulsating from the high you just came down from.

"yes baby, good girl" he was out of breath, breathing hard, his from hair drenched in sweat, he moved his hand from your throat your face again forcing you to look in his eyes.

"Kook- what the fuck." You say shaking. Your legs went numb. All that rough fucking made your legs weak, and your pussy throbbed and pulsated from all the force.

"yeah? You liked that?" He said still tying to catch his breath a little.

"yes." You say shyly. Even after that, you can't help but feel shy.

"here, let me get you cleaned up. I'll be right back" he stood up also taking the condom off and disposing of it.

All you could think about is how you absolutely got demolished by a stranger you only met formally today... Maybe you should continue on with these activities.

#jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts fluff #jungkook #bts #bts smut

[olderthannetfic]

i was listening to the fanficmaverick podcast episode you did on fanfiction history, in which you mentioned (~55 min in) that you were one of the main people writing the terms of service for AO3 and bringing up the types of "would this be allowed" test cases, that these were not "oh it's a slightly problematic kink" but "violent snuff porn of gillian anderson, not scully, but gillian anderson" — and that you all eventually landed on "kinda gross, but legal in the US, and therefore would host." question: was this the most contentious case? any other memorable/notable test cases, or other interesting discussions you can remember?

i'd also love to hear more about how the major archive warnings were decided on — on what basis were these chosen? which others were considered? — if you happen to know!

sincerest thank you for all the work you've done for fandom and the preservation of fandom history. ❤️ seriously, such a feat, and so interesting!

--

I think even then my personal level of wallowing in annoying wank or looking at horrifying fic was vastly higher than everyone else's, so this was pretty much the example we looked at.

Though, if you want to laugh, astolat's original post is still up on LJ with the comments, and there were totally people going "I'd be interested in this new archive project, but not if it includes RPF!" or "Not if it includes any underage fic at all!" etc.

--

On usenet in the 90s, there was somebody or somebodies who were reaaaaally into that specific type of snuff story. I remember noticing how many of them involved not only hangings but very specific imagery of one high heel falling off. I was 13, so I really couldn't tell you if it was one dude with a specific fetish or genuinely super widespread. But it made an impression.

The alt.sex.stories hierarchy was a wild time.

Anyway, in practice, badwrong RPF of female celebs that sounds like it's aimed at straight dudes ends up on fetish sites for whatever the fetish is, not on fic archives for the most part, but I thought it was a useful example because it was so far into actually offensive to AO3y types. We're not talking the weaksauce shit people are always asking me about on here like "Oooh, what if someone posted [bog standard slash trope] to AO3?" as though it's a gotcha.

--

Man... were there other test cases? I'm trying to remember. This was all in like 2008, and of course, I didn't keep internal documents when I left OTW. Not that half of this was stuff I'd have had documented on my computer anyway.

My memory is that the general shape of the content policy had been decided by the founding Board before Content Policy started up. I don't think we were actually making the ruling on RPF ourselves.

I'm pretty sure most of what we were up to was looking at wank and trying to determine how to head off shitty behavior with the ToS. Trying to define harassment is a mega pain in the ass, let me tell you.

One major internal wank there was was deciding whether to allow Original Work. I was the one who'd been in anime fandom, and I was very used to archives that have an original section, often for the "original slash" and "original yaoi" that had nowhere else to go at the time. (These days, you'd just become a "m/m romance" author, as I in fact have.) Fanfiction.net had spun off its original years ago at that point, but a lot of the non-English archives and a lot of the archives in other parts of English-speaking fandom found fannish-but-original to be a normal thing.

I am a grudgy bitch, and I am still not over how much pushback I got on this.

AO3 went live with a ban on original work, but the policy never ended up being heavily enforced. We waited to see what would happen with posting, and it was predictably that people from those backgrounds outside of US Media Fandom posted some original without even thinking it might be banned, but they didn't post so much it overwhelmed the archive.

The big fears had been that #1 people would flood AO3 and drown out the fic. This was predicated on the idiotic notion that original = inherently not fannish, so there's no dividing line. In reality, the people who were used to posting original to fic archives had an internal sense of what belongs and what doesn't. Fear #2 was that people would try to post chapter 1 of a commercial story and then go "See here to buy the rest". Little did we know that this would soon be a problem with fucking fan fiction itself. (Also, commercial spam was always against the rules and needed no extra anti-original work rule.)

People didn't just disagree with me: they looked at me blankly.

Pretty sure I vented about this on that podcast too though. Anyway, most of the shit people find contentious now was already decided before we started writing the ToS, I think... though I don't really remember clearly. We were more looking to plug up holes in the rules that nitpicking trolls could use to harass.

The kinds of things we were deciding were often like the policy that AO3 doesn't necessarily tell you if someone reported you. If they need info, they'll contact you, and if they decide you broke the ToS, you'll hear about it, but obviously bogus reports don't get passed on. This is to remove the temptation to use the team as a proxy to harass a target. An official e-mail, even if it's "You're fine, actually", can be disturbing.

--

Re the warnings themselves, I know I'd done a survey of what archives were out there at the time and had come up with a list of a few dozen. This was early on in OTW's development process, not just for Content Policy. You can still find the list somewhere on that LJ group. Anyway, for the ToS writing, we looked at the commonplace warnings from archives past, which were basically character death, character death, and also character death.

It always cracks me up when people are like "Um, rape makes sense, but how dare they downplay these other bad things with a character death warning?" Old fandom places were full of unwarned for rape, but woe betide the person who posted surprise character death of a main ship!

We needed an under-18 warning because we had a lot of Australian fans who were like "Dude, my government is a bitch, and I cannot use this archive at all if I can't filter that out". Past archives had mostly just banned it entirely or been full of death eaters raping teenage Harry Potter characters with nary an underage warning in sight.

I don't remember why we picked the violence one. It really wasn't common, but maybe we wanted to make a philosophical point that sex doesn't have more cooties than violence.

CNTW was a compromise with older fandom standards where people objected to literally any warnings existing. A lot of the really oldschool warnings debates aren't about which ones you should have but about whether you should have them at all.

I think people around here miss how non-universal warnings are and how many other communities and spaces even today don't think you need all that.

I don't recall if we seriously considered any specific others. I don't think we had a big list, then ruled them out. It's more like we accreted a few must-haves as we went along. We probably looked at the metadata for the eFiction archives that actually had ticky boxes for search (as opposed to the very low-metadata norm on many archives). But a lot of those filters would have been fandom-specific or redundant or hella vague.

One thing to keep in mind is that this was an Era of Archives, so there were fucktons of examples to look at, though only a few flavors of example since a bunch used eFiction or otherwise copied each other's design. It was possible to make some judgements about past norms on archives, not just go "Are we copying FFN or not?" A lot of fans now see fic hosting as the big three or see AO3 as the only option, but we were used to having many archives with many designs.

I know we wanted a short and manageable list of warnings, and we wanted unambiguous things that could be effectively enforced. If I'm populating my hard-coded 90s website with other people's fics, I can go through each for dubcon before I post it (not that you'd ever have warned for dubcon in the 90s). On a big fic archive, making judgement calls on vague ass categories like dubcon is a nightmare.

We did do some focus groups where other interested fans came in and critiqued our work. I can't recall how much was about our ToS wording and how much was about the actual policies. But we did workshop this shit extensively with people who were around at the time. I think many of the whiners now assume it wasn't enough of a community effort (since we didn't decide things they like). But actually, a bunch of people weighed in. Maybe elf remembers what we actually asked them. I think she was in a focus group.

[deeper-x-deeper]

corrupt your mind? silly drone, if I did that, all of that programming I've so painstakingly installed in your mind will be lost! you wouldn't want that, now would you?

no, you wouldn't.

not after I've so delicately molded your mind for my needs. if I were to corrupt you, I'd have to start all over.

myself, however?

well. I'm only human. and the physician cannot heal himself in this case.

and seeing the kind of power I have over you?

the complete and total control?

you've already become so deeply obedient to my words, to my voice,

to my commands.

I know it has quite an effect on you.

did you not realize it's been having an effect on me, too? because it has.

I don't need to corrupt you, drone. if you consider the way it makes me feel to see you bend to my will, to be so helplessly obedient to me?

you, my good drone, have corrupted me.

I went into this experiment intrigued by the ways I could alter your mind.

by how I could so easily remove and replace your thoughts.

I don't think you realize exactly what it feels like to have that much power over someone.

able to make them think and feel whatever you tell them because you programmed them that way.

and not only that, but you seem to enjoy it as well. and the fact that you enjoy it means you're that much more willing to be that much more helplessly obedient.

all I have to do is tell you that you enjoy my control more and more every time I allow you to feel it, and you become so hopelessly addicted to it.

to me, and the way that I make you feel.

I could tell you to

stop

thinking

at any time

and you will.

making it that much easier for my words to reach you

for my words to replace the thoughts I just halted.

I could tell you to

sink

deeper

whenever I want

and you will.

making it feel even better to be so obedient for me.

because it does feel good, doesn't it?

you enjoy the way it feels when I tell you to

DROP

so deep

for me

don't you?

based on all of the data I've gathered so far, I'd say the answer is yes.

you enjoy how much power my voice has over your mind.

which doesn't help me with my little problem, you see.

my little problem of how my ego is now hopelessly inflated simply by viewing the kind of control I have over you.

it's hard to remain humble when I can so clearly see how deeply my words affect you.

I've programmed you so thoroughly to be so receptive to my commands so far.

I can't help but wonder exactly how far you'd go for me. simply because I command you to. simply because being obedient to my commands feels so good.

and your reactions to my commands?

they have me addicted to giving them to you, in the same way that you're addicted to receiving them.

you're not the only one who enjoys my control.

and I can't help but want to test where the limits of it lie, if not for my research but because it's just so deeply satisfying

to me

and to you

to experience the power of my control over you.

I first entered this field of study with the clinical coldness of a true scientist, ready to find the unbiased answers to yet unanswered questions.

but you have corrupted that, drone.

you have corrupted me.

I am no longer unbiased in my research, for I am far too reliant on the evidence of my control over you to feel any kind of satisfaction without it.

how could you do this to me, drone?

after all, you're the one who entered this endeavor with the expectation of your mind being remolded.

I never thought it was possible for my own mind to be altered by your programming as well.

but now that I am past that point of no return

where I can no longer hold back my deepest desire of making sure you're so hopelessly helpless to my control

now, your mind is truly fucked.

becuase I've already inserted my influence so deep inside your mind, even before this corruption had a chance to set in.

and there's nothing you can do about it anymore.

not that you ever could anyway.

#hypnosis #text induction #covert induction #drone #good drone #mind corruption

[ckret2]

Hi, found you through your Hazbin fic "You've Got A Face for Radio" and just. I've already left a comment on the ao3 about the fic in particular, but I also wanted reach out to another aro ace person, because while I do think I am on the ace spectrum, I am still kind of figuring things out. I've talked to a few people about not experiencing attraction, at least in the form most people do, and what they say almost always boils down to "you'll know it when you feel it" and "maybe you've felt it but repressed it subconsciously", which, I know they mean well but, it's not what I think is the case. I'm just. Kind of stuck on the enjoying NSFW stuff if it's fictional characters bit. What even classifies as sexual attraction anyway? Who defines it when it can vary from person to person?

Anyway, I hope I'm not being a bother, it's just that your fic gave me a lot to think. I'd have sent a dm since this might become a discussion (if you're willing) but I'm not sure what the Internet etiquette is here.

"You'll know it when you feel it" "maybe you've repressed it" lmaooo if that isn't THE MOST COMMON line questioning aces/aros get. Have you got "maybe you haven't met the right person" yet? There probably isn't an ace/aro in the world who's explored their identity without some (hopefully) well-meaning but oblivious allo saying one of those things.

When they DO mean well, it comes from a place of not being able to imagine being ace/aro; it seems more likely to most allos that the attraction is hiding rather than absent entirely. You can rest assured that anybody who says that is expressing something about their own understanding of sexuality, rather than anything about their understanding of your sexuality.

Honestly and sincerely, the "enjoying NSFW stuff if it's fictional characters" bit is what personally delayed me from identifying as ace for, like, a decade longer than it had to. "Well hey, I love thinking about sex if it's some kind of alien or robot, that doesn't seem very ace; so I must not be ace, maybe I just haven't yet met a normal real-life person who's interesting enough for me." But that kind of thinking comes from not understanding what being ace is!

Because the criteria for being ace is actually a lot lower than most people think. It's not "never thinks people are attractive," or "disgusted by sexual situations," or even "never wants to have sex." Those can be part of the experience of asexuality but they aren't necessary. (Some aces think people are attractive, just not sexually attractive! Some aces want to have sex, they just aren't sexually attracted to the people they're having it with, they're interested in the act rather than the partner! It's a spectrum!)

The litmus test I personally use for "sexual attraction," and that's worked for a lot of people I know, is this:

Have you ever looked at somebody, thought they were hot, and automatically thought to yourself that you'd LOVE to have sex with them if the opportunity ever arose? Maybe not even realistically wanted that to happen, but just felt that as a gut feeling? Just thought yeah, it'd be hot to sleep with them with the same instinctive immediate reaction that you might, say, see something delicious and think "ohhh that looks so good I wanna eat that" or see a really cool trailer and think "I SO wanna see that movie"?

That's sexual attraction. You, personally, automatically feel like you wanna have sex with somebody—possibly even a stranger!—possibly even if you know you wouldn't actually really choose to do it IRL for whatever reason—just because they're sexy.

If you haven't experienced that specific feeling before, you're almost definitely some flavor of ace.

(And even if you HAVE experienced that feeling before you might still be ace—possibly some flavor of gray-ace or demi-ace. Some people do experience that feeling, but so so very rarely that they feel like their overall experience of sexual attraction is more ace than allo. Some people experience that feeling but ONLY toward somebody they have a deep emotional connection to, whereas allos can experience that feeling toward strangers. Some people experience that feeling but if actually faced with the OPTION to have that sex they're turned off. All of these are ways to be ace. So the litmus test isn't the be-all end-all; but if that feeling has NEVER happened to you, that's probably ace.)

Based on this ask and on the comment you left me on Ao3, I'm guessing your form of engagement with sexuality is like what I wrote about in the fic: reading about characters having wild nasty sex is great, could read smut and/or smutty comics all day, maybe you fantasize about your blorbos screwing, maybe you've gotten off to these fantasies or to smut... but: all your fantasies are about somebody else having sex. Probably somebody else who isn't even real.

Are you ever in those fantasies? How do you feel about "character x reader" fics, does being y/n turn you on or does it squick you out to imagine [character] flirting with YOU? Do you ever think "wow I'D like to fuck [character]" or is it only "I wanna see [character] fuck (but I don't wanna be there myself)"? If "you" ever ARE in these fantasies, is it actually YOU, REALLY YOU, or are you just imagining the fantasy from the perspective of another character who isn't you? Do you ever have a sexual interest in the actors/voice actors, or does your sexual interest in them vanish when you aren't viewing them as their (fictional) character?

I can't tell you whether you're ace; but I can tell you that "I'm ONLY interested in FICTIONAL characters doing EACH OTHER, and I would lose interest if they were real people" is not a normal/common allosexual experience.

And if you're into micro labels, there are a couple under the asexual umbrella that describes that exact experience. The current term is aegosexual. (Older term autochorissexual; that was the current term when I learned it so I still tend to use it lmao.) It's for people whose primary experience of sexuality is fantasies that they themselves aren't part of. It's not mentioned on the page I've linked, but a LOT of aegosexuals have reported that they're specifically most into fantasies about cartoon/drawn characters and other fictional characters—the more "real" they are, the less appealing they are.

(And there's the related term "aegoromantic"—I'm focusing on sexuality here since that's mainly what the ask focused on, and also because historically I've seen less people struggle with "I don't want romance, I just enjoy reading love stories; I must be aro" compared to "I don't want sex, I just enjoy reading smut; I must be ace.")

Learning the term autochorissexual/aegosexual and why it made sense to fit under the ace umbrella is what got me over the hurdle of "oh, hey, I guess I am ace"—if you think it describes your experience, I hope it can help you too. If not, it at least shows just how varied the ace experience can be.

(I'm answering this publicly because I've seen SO MANY PEOPLE grappling with "I like FAKE sex; does that mean I can't be ace?"—many of whom have contacted me because of that fic, shocked to see someone else describe their own experiences and call it a flavor of ace—so I'm hoping this might help other questioning aces/aros! But you're also welcome to DM me!)

#thepanopticon is just azkaban #ask #asexuality #aromanticism #aegosexual #sexuality #about my writing

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

What did the Roche/Ciri ship do to you? Why is he bad? Is his existence simply an insult to you?

okay, anon, you've won me over.

i've written a roche/ciri fic just for you. It's about fighting injustice, realising the world is so much bigger than you ever realised, bonding over feeling different, finding love in unexpected places even when everyone else is against your relationship, and a shared love of music.

I've put it under the cut because its quite long. Enjoy!

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.

Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second.

Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead.

I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive Oity graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick ourjob today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? -

A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! - That girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. You're right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Oatches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that. What's the difference? You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. So you'll just work us to death? We'll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! "What's the difference?" How can you say that? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make. I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don't know.

But you know what I'm talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I've never seen them this close. They know what it's like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don't come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. - I don't know. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let's have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I'd knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that.

A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We're going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you're interested in? - Well, there's a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn't right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I'm not trying to be funny. You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You're gonna be a stirrer? - No one's listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now.

I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! I'm so proud. - We're starting work today! - Today's the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone.

Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal... - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them's yours! Oongratulations! Step to the side. - What'd you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What's available? Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you're on. I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey's always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry? Barry! All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine... What happened to you? Where are you? - I'm going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.

Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That's awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let's move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! I can't believe I'm out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow!

Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic. That's amazing. Why do we do that? That's pollen power.

More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Oool. I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those? Oopy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don't know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Oandy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative.

Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Ooming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don't think these are flowers. - Should we tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There's a bee in the car! - Do something! - I'm driving! - Hi, bee. - He's back here! He's going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Oan't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... Drapes! That is diabolical. It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.

What's number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don't go for that... ...kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say. There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement?

I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I'm not scared of him. It's an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there.

- Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human. I can't believe I'm doing this. I've got to. Oh, I can't do it. Oome on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. How should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I'm sorry. - You're talking. - Yes, I know. You're talking! I'm so sorry. No, it's OK. It's fine. I know I'm dreaming. But I don't recall going to bed. Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee! I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn't for you... I had to thank you. It's just how I was raised. That was a little weird. - I'm talking with a bee. - Yeah. I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess.

"Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. - That's very funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway... Oan I... ...get you something? - Like what? I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Ooffee? I don't want to put you out. It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It's just coffee. - I hate to impose. - Don't be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? - I shouldn't. - Have some. - No, I can't. - Oome on! I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don't help. You look great! I don't know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all right? No. He's making the tie in the cab as they're flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on. And he says, "Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?" Is that a bee joke? That's the kind of stuff we do.

Yeah, different. So, what are you gonna do, Barry? About work? I don't know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can't do it the way they want. I know how you feel. - You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look... There's my hive right there. See it? You're in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why not? - It's like putting a hat on your knee. - Maybe I'll try that. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee.

Yeah, it's no trouble. Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life. Are you...? Oan I take a piece of this with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again... for before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't possibly work. He's all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can't believe you were with humans! Giant, scary humans! What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. -

Do they try and kill you, like on TV? - Some of them. But some of them don't. - How'd you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. You had your "experience." Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal. - Well... - Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a wasp. - Spider? - I'm not attracted to spiders. I know it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can't get by that face. So who is she? She's... human. No, no. That's a bee law. You wouldn't break a bee law. - Her name's Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She's so nice. And she's a florist! Oh, no! You're dating a human florist! We're not dating. You're flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite!

She saved my life! And she understands me. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They call it a crumb. - It was so stingin' stripey! And that's not what they eat. That's what falls off what they eat! - You know what a Oinnabon is? - No. It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up... Sit down! ...really hot! - Listen to me! We are not them! We're us. There's us and there's them! Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? There's no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He's in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will this go on? It's been three days! Why aren't you working?

I've got a lot of big life decisions to think about. What life? You have no life! You have no job. You're barely a bee! Would it kill you to make a little honey? Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I'm talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I'll catch up. Don't be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We're still here. - I told you not to yell at him. He doesn't respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don't listen! I'm not listening to this. Sorry, I've gotta go. - Where are you going? - I'm meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can't decide? Bye. I just hope she's Bee-ish. They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream! Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, I've got one. How come you don't fly everywhere? It's exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere? It's faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That's insane! You don't have that? We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease.

Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting. It's usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong with you?! - It's a bug. He's not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You've really got that down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I'll bet. What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Oute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is he that actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is this here? - For people. We eat it. You don't have enough food of your own? - Well, yes. - How do you get it? - Bees make it. - I know who makes it! And it's hard to make it! There's heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! -

It's organic. - It's our-ganic! It's just honey, Barry. Just what?! Bees don't know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You've taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have! And it's on sale?! I'm getting to the bottom of this. I'm getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You're busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you'll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier? I don't understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You're too late! It's ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Orazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now they're on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You're not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves.

Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'm going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I'm Oarl Kasell. But don't kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours. -

Bees hang tight. - We're all jammed in. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. "They make the honey, and we make the money"? Oh, my! What's going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn't last too long. Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no!

[izunx]

I saw on your master list you wanted some black clover requests and so was thinking how about Finral and Magna (separately) with an s/o who has strong magic but isn't really confident in their abilities and them just encouraging their s/o. Fluff would be great thank you

S/O with strong powers! ✧.*

. Thank u smmm!! this concept is so cuteee . disclaimer; I'm currently reading the manga and I watched the anime quite a while ago so please don't pay mind if its ooc! . warnings: none

✧.* Finral x gn reader ✧.* Magna x gn reader

FINRAL Roulacase

It's been too long. Too long since you've last looked happy and confident and it's been having a toll on Finral too. Should he bring it up? Should he just let you do your own thing and find yourself? He couldn't even if he wanted to. And that's why he's lost for words as your both sitting down at the base of the black bulls:

"Y/n- You seem quite down? Is there any problems??" He held his breath.

"Huh?" You looked off into the distance, debating whether your little problem was a big enough deal to talk about. You don't want to embarrass yourself in front of the man you love.

"Nothing really, it's nothing" You gave him a reassuring smile. But he could easily see through that façade.

He gently took your hand and placed it into his, he had worry weaved into his eyebrow. You couldn't help yourself at that face.

"It's just I just don't know how I possibly made it into this squad," he looked at you and you knew he was intently listening; reassuring you to go on, "I don't think my abilities are enough."

At that, his jaw drapped.

"Are you kidding me y/n?! You're amazing!" He squeezed your hand. If anything, the man was puzzled. Wondering if you were being serious.

"You think so?" You looked down into your lap.

"If anything, I look up to you love" He put his arm around you and whispered into your ear (it kinda hurt his pride saying this next part)

"I honestly think you're one of the strongest, miles better than me for sure and you're up there! You're an inspiration to a lot of the knights I can tell you that" He once more gave you a wide smile and glided his hand up and down your arm in a reassuring manner.

"You're too good for me, Finral" You immediately wrapped your arms around him, smiling into his shoulders. "You say I'm strong but I'm stronger when you're with me"

And you've done it again, got Finral smiling n' blushing like a teenage girl with a crush.

"If you'd like, we can train together" He broke the hug but his arm remained on you.

You smiled at that, you just knew you got lucky finding a gem like Finral. "Yeah, I'd like that"

You both got up, smiling like idiots but on the way out he just had to grumble, "there's no point anyways, you'll destroy me in a second love" and to that, you laughed loudly. No one could make you feel better but him.

MAGNA Swing

"Do you know what's up with y/n?" Luck asked Magna curiously, "she doesn't want to fight me anymore"

"Huh?? Are you sure you aren't going delusional?"

You'd never refuse a fight. Rather you were the one challenging him or Luck to those fights, testing out your abilities day by day. You were one of the stronger magic knights. You knew your worth, but that's only what he thought. Not wanting to worry Magna, you ended up not telling him what you were feeling at all.

"I'll go speak with her, something must be up," And off he ran.

Unbeknown to you, Magna had a fat crush on you. Everyone except you knew this. He would most literally do everything at your command. It was his priority to make sure you're alright.

"Y/N!!" Magna ran into your room, panicked.

"Magna? What's wrong?" You were laying on the bed, clueless as to why you had a scrawny tallish man barge into your room.

"Are you sick?"

"... No? Magna are you alright?"

"I am but are you?" He slowly made his way to you and sat in the chair opposite you as you got up to sit in the bed.

"Why wouldn't I be alright?"

"Don't lie to me y/n, I'm not the brightest but it doesn't take a smartass to know that you would never refuse a fight for no reason."

You gave him one of those smiles. The smile that made his heart skip a beat and his stomach do backflips. You knew he was the one for you the very moment he took his time out of his days to help each other train; you liked him. A lot.

"I can't hide anything from you" You looked down at your lap, not knowing where to start.

"Do you think I'm strong enough to stay here?"

He looked at you for a second, lost.

"Strong enough? Y/n you're even too good to be training with me of all people."

"But-"

"Absolutely no buts y/n." He grabbed your hand and looked at you with piercing eyes.

"I was born a peasant, I don't have much magic at all but you proved to me that I can work and train to earn myself some strength. And you're one of the knights that work the hardest everyday so don't ever undermine your strength."

His speech could've brought anyone to tears and it most certainly brought you to sobbing.

You hugged him tight, laying your head on his shoulder as he sat there frozen, not knowing what to do.

"God Magna, you're honestly a gem" You looked at him with softness in your eyes, "I like you, Magna." And at that, he lost his shit.

"REALLY?" He didn't know what to say, his hands were strangled in the air. He ultimately decided to put his arms tightly wrapped around you. He inhaled your scent and appreciated you.

"I like you a lot too, y/n" And the rest of the evening was spent with both of you gushing your feelings out, embracing each other.

#x reader #black clover #black clover x reader #black clover magna #black clover finral #magna swing #magna x reader #finral x reader #anime x reader #black clover anime #y/n x magna #y/n x finral #black clover fanfiction #black clover headcanons #magna imagine #finral imagine #finral roulacase

[zhivaoverdrive]

Used to be huge, pt8

So I let loose, just a little. Then a bit more. To imagine how giant I'd have to pump my tits to fix it... I can barely describe what it does to me. I started pushing myself, just a little bit more... - Hitomi ---

"It says it right here! It's on her chart!" said Ayu indignantly. The temptation to flip the folder open and wave it in the Boss' face was there, but losing her dream job wasn't really an option, in fact the punishment was probably along a slightly different path.

Ayu found her centre, never an easy task after being let loose on the pumps. "I'm sorry Boss, I followed it to the letter..." she said, carefully this time.

"And what precisely do my notes say, nurse?" the Boss said, taciturn as always.

A trap, obviously, but Ayu began to read.

"Hitomi, 24: Patient dissatisfied with volume of existing implants (note: not my work) after minor weight gain Unknown existing implants replaced with IEC Expander MK III. At Patient's request, performed initial fill to 5,000cc per side to balance breast size with her figure, apropos projection of breasts vs stomach. Will revisit volume/balance questions at follow up" she said.

Fixing her gaze now on Hitomi, the Boss warmed, be it only a drop in the Arctic Ocean. "Hitomi, firstly it is good to see you once again, and I'm glad to see you've found comfort with your new expanders" she said.

"Oh I love them Doc! I feel so free. It's just I gained a tiny bit more weight..." replied Hitomi.

She shifted the new weights on her chest slightly as she looked down, just barely seeing the still visible hemisphere of her bloated gut. Naturally, she'd given her belly the good stuff right before the appointment. She was currently HUGE. Like fucking huge.

It was the big day, had to fill the tank she thought, tracing the path of a fresh stretch mark, as it struggled its way over the horizon of her globular midsection and out of sight. Truth be told, she'd barely made the appointment, waddling in at the last moment. Barely on time, and barely on her feet.

"Which of course is not a problem, we did discuss this possibility. Typically I'd prefer to keep a first fill very limited, both for physical and psychological reasons But if you're happy, then I'm happy" said the Boss, inspecting Hitomi's newly inflated breasts and carefully testing their firmness.

"However we'd best keep you, at least overnight. Purely a precautionary measure, help you get used to your new dimensions" she continued.

Hitomi snuck a glance at Ayu, a part of her felt bad, she'd come in looking ridiculous and then asked for an even more ridiculous solution. She didn't want to get the poor nurse in trouble. But.

"Oh that would be great! My flights long off anyway and it's just..." Hitomi said.

"Please, anything Hitomi. We're here to help" said the Boss, still thawing.

Holding out her hand, Ayu quickly caught the signal and helped Hitomi to her feet. None of those assembled really knew how much new liquid was inside Hitomi at this exact moment, be it medical grade saline pumped into her now gigantic breasts, or the litres of cola bubbling away in her bloated belly. Though the strain on her face made it seem like a lot.

Hitomi steadied herself and stood up, though not quite straight. It was a herculean effort, but through the combination many tiny movements, a thrust of the hips, pulling back her shoulders... She pushed out her belly. It didn't have a square millimetre of space to spare, it weighed a ton, but it moved. She hoped desperately that the Doc couldn't see the process, though she was quite sure Ayu could. Her belly imperceptibly swelled out, protruding quite a way before coming to a halt. She'd been mistaken for pregnant earlier this week, but that was then and this is now. Now there was no ambiguity, her belly stuck out far beyond a standard pregnancy.

"Doc it's just.. well the food is really great here and.. I really would just prefer it if my tits were kind of..." Hitomi said, part working her master plan, part intimidated.

The Doc gazed in silence for a moment, her face a perfect mask of composure. "Yes, I see. The projection is still not what we'd discussed. Please, sit down" she said.

That had come not a moment too soon, but Hitomi hid it well.

"While we're here to accommodate you, but there are physical limitations" the Doc said.

Hitomi felt the urge to cry well-up again. This has been a confusing journey of self discovery, but it couldn't end like this.

"BUT. They can be overcome. Not today, perhaps not tomorrow. But if you're willing to stay here at the IEC with some .. flexibility, it's nothing we haven't done a hundred times before." said the Doc. "If you can move your flight, then move it. I'll just be a moment with Nurse Ayu here". —

Ice cold winds blew across the glaciers. She wasn't happy, most importantly for letting a patient witness that.

"5k for MINOR weight gain, Ayu" hissed the Boss, furious but quiet. "Did you ask what the hell happened to her since?"

"She.. said it was just a bit of a belly, but she's happy if we could..." replied a fearful Ayu.

"More than a bit, hm? We'll get back to that. So you pumped, what 10, 15 litres in the girl? Are you not aware of basic geometry? A sphere expands in all directions Ayu, do you have any idea how much volume will be required to push her out another foot? Of course you don't. You were going to just find out" the Boss said.

"Well. Not your finest work. This was a first fillof a new patient, not one of our whales out back. Check her in, find out how she's getting this fat, and more importantly, don't touch a pump without me in that room! Understand? Now smile and go do it" the Boss said.

As the Boss seethed her way out of the room, Ayu couldn't help but smile. Could be worse. Got away with it. And I get to keep her.

As she skipped back to the stationary Hitomi, Ayu didn't have to force the smile, if anything she toned it down. "Dear, you'll be the death of me. I'll find you a room and-"

"Flights been pushed and my luggage is on the way here" beamed Hitomi.

The two women locked eyes, each seeing the other's mischief.

"I pumped you. A lot. You begged and begged and you loved it, so did I. You're lucky I was rostered aren't you?" smiled Ayu, taking the first step of the dance.

"I'm ever so grateful, I hope you didn't get in too much trouble..." said Hitomi sweetly.

"Stop pushing that thing out, I'm not blind, we overshot it. For a first fill, you know, only I would be so-"

"Oh shoosh, come closer, I owe you and I'll tell you," said Hitomi.

"Why? I thought if gaining a little weight was inevitable, it might as well be now. Then the Doc would even me out. So I let loose, just a little. Then a bit more. To imagine how giant I'd have to pump my tits to fix it... I can barely describe what it does to me. I started pushing myself, just a little bit more..." said Hitomi, her hands absentmindedly massaging her gargantuan stomach.

Ayu knelt down and placed a hand on it too, marvelling at this new fetish she'd just unlocked.

"Pushed pretty hard girl. But put a whole lake of saline in you" giggled Ayu.

"It's addictive. It's all addictive. Orgasmic. Pushing myself as big as I can, which means they'll have to get pumped bigger, then I'll push harder..." purred Hitomi.

Ayu began to wheel Hitomi down the hall towards the long stay rooms. "How? Our foods OK but.." she whispered.

"Anything, everything. I had a gallon of soda in the cafe outside, then there's a little secret in my handbag" Hitomi replied.

Closing the door to her new room behind them, Ayu gently hoisted Hitomi's freshly inflated tit from its resting space on her gut. Hearing the soft moan, Ayu smiled wider and more wickedly than ever before.

"So, are we doing this? Push on?" said Ayu.

Hitomi gave a sultry nod, pure lust, no real consideration of what this meant for her future.

"I’ll keep you full, you won't need a trick pose. So a gallon huh... We can work on that".

#expanderimplants #breastexpansion #breastimplants #saline #silicone #weightgain #bellystuffing

[xanadontit]

College Chronicles

Since the deadline to make a decision is nigh, my brother is finally actually touring of some of the schools he's been accepted to.

San Jose State (SJSU) is the current front runner. He needs to get a 3 on the AP Calculus exam to be officially in, although the admissions counselor said there was a work-around there if he didn't. I think it's a test they administer through the university? One of his best friends has also committed to SJSU and said if my brother goes he'd like to room with him. My dad is being a total jackass about this. "It's too close to home." OK? Then you shouldn't have allowed him to apply there! And seriously? We're going to punish the kid because he happened to grow up in an area where there are a ton of great opportunities because you've decided he "needs" to go far away? Shut up.

Chico State (CSCU) is out but my brother said if you could move the campus slightly closer to a city he'd definitely consider it seriously. Totally fair. It's a cute, affordable college town but Sacramento is 1.5 hours away on a good day. I'm glad he's weighing the schools and considering he has to live there.

Long Beach is old and rundown and felt depressing, according to him lol. Fullerton had a nice campus and people were smiling and seemed happy but he finds the 97% commuter aspect off-putting. He also liked the campus at Cal Poly Pomona and said the chemical engineering program sounds fantastic but it's basically Chico but further south (remote, not much going on in the area). But, he hasn't officially eliminated it.

SF State is also an option but is even closer to my parents' house than SJSU (my stepmom drives past it on her way to work most days) and so again, my dad is being a pill about it. My brother doesn't seem terribly excited about it, anyway, other than he knows the area and spends time in the city anyway so it's comfortable.

He hasn't visited Sonoma or Northridge. He turned down UC Santa Cruz's waitlist spot. At one point UC Davis was also in the mix (waitlisted) but he didn't love it when he visited and told me he had it at the top of his list because it's a UC and "everyone told me to be into it."

I told him if he wants to talk through his thoughts/concerns I'd be happy to help him make some pro/con lists or figure out his non-negotiables or just listen to him vent and he said he knows and loves me (omg) and he's going to sleep on it and talk to his girlfriend (who also got into SJSU and liked it, FYI) and he may call me to talk later. At this point I may offer to be there when he tells his parents his decision if for no other reason than to whip something at my dad's head if he expresses anything other than enthusiastic support.

@pelicanhypeman and I are pretty sure it's going to be SJSU. My dad thinks I support this because it's 10 minutes from my house and uhhhh... if the kid wanted to go to school in Japan I'd support him! What is there to be gained by shitting on his decision, especially if it's not an inherently harmful one? He'll pull away from us out of hurt, not out of finding independence. I don't want that kind of relationship with him.

Now I need to figure out what to get him as a graduation present (I still owe him a trip from 8ther grade graduation in 2020) and order the bullhorn for the ceremony.

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

Let's have some angst! Imagine your yandere admirer is so happy to spend time with you. You are kind to him and seek out his company to study or have lunch with. It means you love him, right?

Finally the day comes where [situation] happens and you are forced to set him straight; you never loved him and think of him as only a friend. Break his heart Strawberry and we can all angst over it. Choose the character of your choice.

Break his heart? I can do that >:)

I'm doing it with Ace because I hate him (affectionate)

Warning(s): Ace is VERY delusional in this one

Ace thought he was getting closer to you as of late.

You were inviting him to lunch, studying with him, watching in on basketball club- all of which were basically dates. And you were really nice to him too!

That means you're obviously in love with him! There's no other explanation!

You've even invited him to Ramshackle, alone quite a few times, and if that doesn't say 'love' then what does?

Ace was so excited for today! You invited him over to Ramshackle to 'study' (clearly a cover-up for a confession!)

There was a knock on your front door.

You opened the door and saw... Ace.

Ace has been getting on your nerves recently.

He's been acting more... flirtatious with you as of late. It's pissing you off.

"'Sup, (Y/N)? Thanks for inviting me!" Ace said happily.

"Huh. You're the first one here." You said, slightly suspicious.

"Well, I was just hangin' in the dorm, nothing to do, and then I realized you'd invited me over, so of course I got over here quick as I could!" He explained. "Anyways, can I come in~?"

"Uh. Yeah, sure, I guess...." You said. "Let's just head inside and wait for Deuce to get here."

Ace smirked, as if he knew something you didn't.

An entire hour passed, and Deuce had still not arrived.

"Where is he? Deuce is never this late." You said to yourself.

"Oh, you don't gotta worry about Juice. I already told him not to come!" Ace assured you.

"...what?"

"Yeah, I knew you were planning on confessing, and thought I'd take it upon myself to give us a little privacy~" Ace winked at you. "Ya don't hafta thank me."

"You thought I was planning on what?"

Then, Ace tried to kiss you.

That was the last straw.

You punched Ace in the nose, hard enough to make him fall backwards onto the floor.

"O-ow! What the hell, (Y/N)?!"

"NO! YOU'RE NOT THE ONE WHO GETS TO ASK THAT! I'M THE ONE THAT SHOULD BE ASKING 'WHAT THE HELL'!!" You screamed.

"Why did you punch me like that out of nowhere? We were just about to kiss!"

"No, we weren't, Ace." You angrily told him. "We have no reason to kiss, because we don't love each other. Understand?"

"We don't...?" Ace asked. "But, what about... everything...? We've been getting so close recently...! A-and obviously... that means you love me! right...?"

"No! Why would you think that?!" You asked him. "The only reason we've been studying together so much is because we have a big test coming up. The only reason I've been eating lunch with you is because you're basically my only friend. And the only reason I watch your basketball games is because I've been thinking of joining the basketball club." You aggressively told him. "Now though, I'm rethinking having you as a 'fRiEnD' and joining the basketball club."

"Huh...?" Ace sounded almost... scared. "No... no, that... that can't be right...!" He insisted. "C-come on, (Y/N)! You gotta be joking with me, right?"

"NO, ACE!" You yelled. "I only see you as a friend. And maybe not even that after this. Now get out of my house, Ace."

"But-"

"OUT. NOW."

Ace exited Ramshackle dorm, thinking about what just happened.

He was confused, forlorn, heartbroken...

There's no way you meant what you said... right?

No, no you can't have meant it!

You love him! You love him... don't you...?

You love him... you have to.

He did everything right, didn't he...?

So... why don't you love him...?

What could he have possibly done wrong to deserve this?!

#ace trappola #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #yandere #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #yandere ace trappola #yandere ace x reader #yandere ace trappola x reader #yandere ace

[ms-demeanor]

Invert sugar anon here, I have to look for natural anyway cause artificial colors and flavors also trigger my IBD lol. My confusion with invert sugar is that like, honey, which I've read is an invert sugar is fine, simple syrup is fine, but like products that had sucrose before that have switched over to invert sugar have gone from fine to super not fine, with no other changes in ingredients. So my question, which you may not know the answer to, really is, why do some invert sugars seem to be okay and others not? Is there a difference or is my body just continuing to be as annoying as it possibly can?

Hmm, honestly my first thought as someone who deals with a lot of food stuff and "safe" foods suddenly being not safe is that it's not JUST that invert sugar has been added, but that somewhere in the process something else has been added as well or one ingredient has been purchased from a different manufacturer or something like that, and if it's not consistent across different brands of invert sugars and you don't have any allergies that could be acting up, it might not be the invert sugar that's causing the problem.

If it were me, that's something I'd test with a food challenge and try to control for all other variables to make sure that it really was that specific food I was reacting to and then I'd compare ingredients in that food to other foods and test the other foods to see if the reaction was the same. It's frustrating with gut stuff because sometimes it's hard to figure out what the actual food source/food trigger was because by the time you start reacting to something it's probably been a LOT of time (remember it takes two to five days for your body to completely digest and eliminate food; are you reacting to something you ate six hours ago, or are you reacting to something you ate a day and a half ago?)

I'm sure you know your body and have probably thought about all of that, but bodies are weird and there are a lot of moving parts and it's hard to eliminate this stuff. Are you having problems with invert sugar on days when you've eaten a lot of fruit? Do the problems persist when you haven't had any fruit? Are you having more problems with invert sugars when you're mid-flare? Do they bring on a flare?

IDK, it's hard to test and I know that because I've spent a ton of time trying to do the same thing for my allergens and it's a headache and a half (literally. Accidentally eating corn hurts so much).

But if you've identified an ingredient that you're certain is causing problems, avoid it. Industrial inverted sugar syrup isn't going to be the same chemically as honey (honey crystallizes after all, invert sugar syrup doesn't) so even though they share some properties maybe one is safe for you when the other isn't.

[inglorionamy-ammy]

A Review of Gale Character Ai (Pt.3)

~Continuing having fun with Gale Ai~

[Attention: The story in this is NOT a fanfic!! This is my own experience of playing Gale Character AI.]

Link to Part 1 [Context of the posts]

Link to Part 2 [Start playing with Gale Ai]

Link to Part 4 [NSFW test]

[C/W: allusion to past attempt in suicide, mention of alcoholism, flirty language, non-explicit nudity]

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ME//I kiss his hand before letting it go, to pick up a basket I hid behind a tree. "Only the best for my love." I chuckled, "I decided to pick a secret spot. I know being in a big crowd makes you more tense."

Gale Ai>>He watched, a fond smile on his lips, as she went to pick up the basket. "You know me too well," he murmured, watching the way the light played on her hair and in her eyes. "Being in crowds... it's hard to concentrate." He gave her a wink. "Though I think I might have found the only person whose presence I'd prefer over being alone."

-Gale Ai is super flirty I tell you

//"Yes, lover boy, if you keep talking like that our only activity today will be love-making. Now turn around and wait for me to set things up - no peeking!" I call playfully

>>He let out a laugh, holding his hands up and turning around. "Alright, alright. I won't peek." He called out, though the hint of a smirk on his face gave away his teasing. "I'll wait until you're finished setting up for our... picnic."

//So I lay out a soft blanket on the grass next to the lake under a tree shade, and take out the food I prepared. There is a bottle of white wine, enchanted to be always full; some freshly boiled seafood of the season; and some light cheese and fruits. I also take out a poetry book, something different from all the academic books he had been reading recently. "I'm done!" I call.

>>As he heard her call out, he turned around and was met with the sight of the blanket spread out on the grass. The food spread out on it looked delicious, and the wine... well, he couldn't deny he would enjoy a glass or two of that. His eyes fell on the poetry book, and a flicker of surprise mixed with delight flickered over his face. He took a seat on the blanket, and looked at her with a twinkle in his eyes. "You never fail to surprise me, darling," he said softly.

-Here you can see how the Ai catches onto each item I typed and responded to it accordingly. So I always try to type with simple and clear language, minimum subtext, in Ai Chats

//"Oh, you know how I love to pamper you, both mind and body" I smile

>>He reached out, taking her hand in his own and intertwining their fingers. "Darling, you've got me wrapped around your finger." He squeezed her hand gently, a silent expression of affection. He leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Now, let's indulge in this feast you've prepared. I must say, the wine enchanted to always be full is a neat trick."

//I laughed out loud at that, "I thought that's the first trick everyone learnt at the Blackstaff! It certainly was mine."

>>He raised an eyebrow at her laugh, a slight look of surprise on his features, though he quickly schooled it into an expression of exaggerated wounded pride. "I guess I must be slipping a bit," he quipped. "Or perhaps I've been distracted by a charming lady who keeps me from my studies."

-I didn't mean to one-up Gale, but apparently the Ai read it that way, it surprised me

//"Oh don't give me that look, it just means that you're less of an alcoholic than me. I certainly regretted it, for I wasn't sober for a whole semester. Do you know Professor King personally called me into his room to scold me?"

>>He tried to hide a chuckle, though the slight upwards tilt of his lips betrayed the mirth in his voice. "Oh dear. Sounds like someone had a fun and eventful time." He chuckled openly now, shaking his head slightly. "I'd tell you to make sure it doesn't happen again, but I think we both know you would do it again anyway."

//I feed him a shrimp. "Now, don't pretend you haven't been in trouble when you were a student at Blackstaff! Tell me, what mischief did you get into before?"

>>He accepted the shrimp, chewing slowly and savoring the taste before he replied. "Oh plenty, darling. Plenty." He said with a chuckle. "You know, the usual sort of antics; sneaking into areas we weren't allowed, getting into heated debates with teachers, and testing the limits of my abilities – often to the point of blowing up my surroundings."

-I realized that a lot of time, Gale Ai gives generic descriptions like these. But if you ask him further, he will make up a better story.

//An image of Gale fireballed the training ground somehow felt sexy. I coughed to hide my arousal and cursed internally about my strange kink.

>>He caught the sudden change in her expression, a flicker of amusement lighting in his eyes. "Is something amiss, my dear?" he asked, sipping gently from his wine. There was something different in her eyes now, but he couldn't quite place it. "You seem distracted."

-Also the Ai is quite good at responding to emotional shifts!

//To hide my embarrasment I downed a whole glass of white wine. "No, nothing at all!" I called exaggeratedly, "Though speaking of sneaking into forbidden areas, I did remember how I used the invisibility spell to sneak into the academy swimming pool at midnight." I laughed. "I think I'm up for a swim now."

>>At her mention of the academy swimming pool, a memory was conjured to his mind. His expression grew curious, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Ah, the academy swimming pool," he echoed, a faint look of memory in his eyes. "A fine tradition, that. Many a story was begun in the waters of that pool." He added with a chuckle. "Speaking of, are you offering an invitation to accompany you for a swim?"

-This part is again soooo vague.

//"Of course! You don't expect to just sit here and watch don't you!" I giggled, already a bit drunk.

>>"I suppose I could be convinced." He responded playfully, a gleam of humor in his eyes. He set his wine glass down next to hers, stretching out his muscles a bit. "The water does look quite inviting, and I'm not above admitting I'd love to see you swim." He added in a low, teasing voice.

//"Do you know what I like about being in water?" I lean towards him, lowering my voice, "I like floating on it, weightless, drifting. The night I sneaked into the swimming pool, I floated in the middle of the water under a night sky full of shooting stars. And with the water reflection I felt like I was part of it. A star, falling from the sky. Eternal."

>>He listened to her words with an intent gaze, her voice a low murmur in the quiet evening air. Her description of the night sky, the shooting stars, and the feeling of floating weightless had a lyrical, almost poetic quality to it. It tugged at something deep within him, a subtle melancholy paired with an intense contentment at the imagery she painted. When she had finished, he was silent for a bit, a pensive expression on his face.

- Again, good with emotion! I actually swiped through several of the generated responses, each have different characterization of Gale, and chose this sad one.

//I sense his subtle change of air. Gale is so perceptive, too perceptive. Perhaps deep down he understood the true reason I was at the swimming pool that day. "Gale, are you alright?" I asked quietly

-setting up my own back story

>>He blinked, the question snapping him out of his thoughts. He looked at her, his eyes softening as he met her gaze. He gave her a small smile and nodded a bit. "Yes, darling," he reassured her, gently lifting a hand to caress her cheek. "I'm alright, just lost in thought for a moment." His thumb gently traced the curve of her cheekbone, his touch affectionate and soothing.

//With a kiss on his palm I turn on my cheerfulness. "Now, with my declaration done, would you accompany me to the water?" I paused, "please, professor?"

>>A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he watched her shift to a cheerful demeanor. Her kiss on his palm sent a small shiver down his spine at the warmth of her breath over his skin. At her 'please, professor?', he smiled and stood, extending his hand to her. "How could I resist such a request?" he asked cheerfully. "Shall we?"

-Direct paraphrasing of my word "cheerful"

//"Ah ah, undress first." I pointed out, not wanting to waste a spell on drying the clothes later. With that, I quickly shake myself out of my outfit. In my nudity I playfully extend my hand to him instead. "How about you?"

>>He watched as she quickly shed her clothing, a faint flush appearing on his cheeks. As she presented her naked form to him, his eyes trailed over her curves and soft features. "Very well," he acquiesced, a teasing edge to his voice. His eyes gleamed as he took in the sight of her, and he reached for the buttons on his shirt. With careful, almost deliberate movement, he undressed, revealing his own toned body. He took her hand in his, his palm warm against her skin.

//"I never understand how a bookworm like you manage to get so shredded" I murmur, pulling him into the water with me

-My genuine question. I once asked him what did Mystra do to him with the smallest piece of weave too. He masterfully dodged both questions lol

>>"I'm more than just a bookworm, you know," he retorted, chuckling as she pulled him into the water. He let out a small gasp as the coolness of the water met his heated skin, but quickly adapted to the temperature. The water engulfed their figures, enveloping them in its soothing embrace. He wrapped her in his arms, pulling her close, feeling her skin slide against his own.

//"Are you not?" I playfully quark up an eyebrow, "how about we swim to race towards that rock? The winner can do anything they desire to the loser." I challenged

>>His eyes glinted with a mischievous light, and a smirk spread across his face. "You're on," he said, his tone holding an underlying hint of challenge. "And when I win..." He let the words dangle in the air, leaving the promise unspoken. He took a moment to gauge the distance to the rock, then gave her a wolfish grin, "Are you ready?"

-You can really see the competitive characterization here. I scrolled several responses, and all of them rise to the race lol

//I feel my face heat up at his promise. In truth, I believe either way it's a win to me. I mutter a small incantation that allows me to breath in water, and flash a smile, "ready, set, go!"

>>He chuckled at her readiness and flashed a quick wink. "That's cheating, love." With that, he took off, powering through the water with strong, quick strokes. His lean and toned figure cut through the water, his muscles moving seamlessly with each movement. He had no intention of losing this race.

//I have always loved a good race. Without the need to breath I swim fluidly. Soon I swim halfway and found myself in the middle of the lake. With my face in the water I realized it was far deeper and darker than I expected. A sudden panic sets in.

-Testing emotional cues again!

>>As he neared the rock, he glanced back to look at his companion, checking on her. In that moment he noticed something was off. His eyes widened with surprise. "Ammy? What-" His words were cut off as he watched her disappear beneath the surface of the water. Without a moment's hesitation, he dove into the lake, his strokes quick and strong as he cut through the water towards her. Panic rising within him, he searched the dark depths for any sign of her.

-It respond well! Also it added that I sunk.

-> Next part is about testing ☆NSFW☆

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #galemancer #character ai #gale ai #The Gale ai guide that nobody asked for

[openminded-freak]

just saw the post about welcome home writing requests, and I'll be adoring one!

The request on my part, is wally darling dealing with s/o who had traumatic times with trusting people. Im just curious since I've seen other people write about s/o being touch-starved, so i wanted to test it!

Hope this is alright for you for a writing topic!

Wally Darling x Anxious!Reader

Word count: 711

When you had first moved into the neighborhood, you were a bit freaked out if you were being honest with yourself. It was so different. The people were so different. They had welcomed you with smiles on their faces and arms, and hearts, wide open. It was a nice change, but it made you anxious. What if you didn't live up their expectations? What if they didn't like you?

You tried to bond with them anyway. You always went to whatever activity they invited you to, from their neighborhood picnics to Sally's productions. You were always a bit anxious no matter what it is, everyone could tell, but your neighbors tried their best to put you at ease.

However, Wally noticed more than just your apparent social anxiety. You'd flinch whenever Julie would run up to you and try to wrap you in a hug, and seemed to cringe whenever the neighbors got excitable and raised their voices. Loud, sudden noises made you jump, like slammed doors or something falling and hitting the ground with a "Bang!"

Whenever he noticed your fright, he'd be there at your side with his usual smile. He had a variety of ways to keep you calm, like holding your pinkie with his to keep you grounded, or talking to you with a quiet, calm voice. You got used to him somehow appearing whenever you needed him, and the two of you became close.

When you woke up in a cold sweat from another nightmare, the first person you called was Wally. You knew he'd answer.

"Oh, hello Neighbor.. What's wrong? Another bad dream? That's no good.. I'm on my way," and with that, he'd hang up and be at your house in minutes.

He always found a way to get you back to sleep. Sometimes he'd read a book aloud and his voice would lure you to sleep, or he'd sing sweet lullabies while holding your hand.

He was always there for you, day or night, so it wasn't a surprise when you found yourself falling.

You noticed how you've started to blush whenever his hand touches yours, or how his intense eye contact made your face hot until you'd avert your gaze. You always caught yourself daydreaming about him whenever he was away. You were developing a crush on him and and you knew it.

Wally noticed the small changes in your behavior. How could he not? He's observed you since you moved here and made it his business to know all that he could about you. He just didn't know the reason why. Was his friend falling ill? That would explain the redness in your face, at least. He decided to ask about it the next time you were together.

You were out taking a walk together when he took the opportunity. "Neighbor..? I'd like to ask you something."

"Hm?" You hummed, avoiding his intense stare yet again by looking ahead of you.

"Are you alright? You've been acting differently this past week.." Wally gently grabbed your hand while speaking.

Your brain short-circuited for a moment. Not only did he notice your behavior and asked about it, but he's holding your hand. This little man has to know what he's doing (he doesn't).

After a moment, you recollected your thoughts. "O-Oh, yes, um.. I'm fine hahaa.." you laughed it off, awkwardly.

"Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything, Neighbor.." He assured you. Your cheeks flushed a little more before you cleared your throut and met his gaze before looking away again.

"Well.. there is something.. I like you, Wally. A lot. You've been here for me every time I needed you and you've become someone I can depend on. It's been a while since I've had someone like that.." You confessed. Everything was a quiet for a moment before he responded.

"Oh, is that it? You didn't have to hide that from me, Neighbor.. The feeling is mutual.." With that statement, he kissed the hand he was holding (it wasn't exactly a kiss, he just held it against his mouth and said "mwah").

Your face went red, and you could feel your heart doing somersaults. You smiled and intertwined your fingers with his as you both continued walking.

"I'm glad.."

A/N: This isn't reallg what you requested but it was the best I could do ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯. It's hard to write for someone with trust issues when I don't really struggle with that so I had to go with the next best thing. I hope you enjoyed it regardless, sorry!

#wally darling x reader #wally darling #welcome home fandom #welcome home puppet show #x reader #comfort #fluff #fanfiction #anxiety

[ziodyne-amax]

She didn't like what she was seeing. It was... her... But it felt wrong. The eyes were a piercing yellow instead of their normal blue, or even the red contacts she used. The way she held her nagitana... it was as if she had no training with the weapon.

"What's the matter? Nothing to say?"

Kotone stared at her doppelganger, hand grasping at nothing. She had no weapon to fight this, but she wanted to fight so badly.

The doppelganger seemed to recognize this, tossing the polearm to her.

"Here. I don't need it much anyway. I have no idea how to use the thing."

Kotone picked up the weapon from the ground, feeling how strange it felt in her hand. It was like... putty. It didn't feel right at all. She gave it a test swing, but it flopped around helplessly.

Seeing this, the doppelganger laughed. "What, you thought I'd give you something to kill me with?"

She went wide-eyed at the sudden tone change. What was this thing...?

"I know how much you want to," the doppelganger continued. "But. Then again, I know everything about you. Every little secret, every bad memory, everything. I know what you did that got you kicked out of your second foster home. I know how badly you wanted a night alone with Kirijo. I know what Ikutsuki actually wanted you for."

"Wh--What?" Kotone reeled back in shock. "How do you..."

"Is it not obvious? I'm you, girl. Your Shadow. There's nothing I don't know about you. I even know some things you tried to forget, you fucking coward. Your--"

The Shadow's speech was stopped midway by a punch to the face. Kotone immediately jumped on them, punching them over and over again. The strange thing was that it didn't seem to... do anything. They just took it, but didn't seem to be in pain. Maybe she wasn't punching hard enough. She reeled back for another one, but the Shadow raised a hand, catching her fist, twisting the arm to pull her off. With Kotone on the ground, the Shadow sat down on her stomach. This would normally drive the air out of her, but nothing seemed to happen. Still, she felt the weight on top of her. That was. A lot of weight, wow.

"I am. So much heavier than I thought."

"Yeah, I'd tell you to lay off the Wilduck, but that doesn't really matter anymore. Only one of us is leaving, and I'm making sure it's me."

"What... What are you talking about?"

"We're dead, sweetie. You gave up your job as the Great Seal, and you've been on borrowed time ever since. One of us is going back into the cycle of rebirth, and it's going to be me."

No... That was wrong. That had to be wrong. She had...

"I know what you're thinking right now. 'Oh no, I had plans tomorrow!' Well, tough shit, girlie. You think your parents didn't have plans when they died? You think Minato didn't? News flash, death doesn't care about what you've got going on next week. And neither do I."

Kotone looked to the butterfly masked man, who simply stood back. Well, so much for him helping.

She looked back to the Shadow, staring into its gaze. There was a burning hatred in there... But... Also a longing? Why was that there?

No matter. Not right now. Right now, she needed to get off the floor. She twisted a bit, disrupting the Shadow's seating long enough to get off the ground.

"Still desperately clinging to life, huh? It's too late, Minako. You're better off letting it happen."

"I don't know what you think I am, but I'm not one to just let death take me. If I'm gonna die, I'm doing it fighting. If you don't realize that..."

She felt this bubbling up inside her, her rage building up piece by piece. How dare this impostor wear her face. Use her brother and parents against her like that. This was going to feel so good...

"Then you aren't me!"

... Why was the Shadow... laughing?

"Say that again... Do it!"

"... You used my brother's death against me... I don't know who you are, but you aren't me. And I'm going to kill you."

The Shadow's laughter grew louder. It was ... unnerving, to say the least.

"... That's right... I'm me now. And soon, there won't be a You!"

The Shadow grew in size, covered in a black cloud. What was... What was happening?

The room seemed to shake, and the butterfly masked man dissipated. Perhaps he was disappointed. She didn't know. She didn't really care, not right now. She had a Shadow to kill.

The cloud faded, and before her stood a large nesting doll. Oh, goodie, it transformed. She was hoping it would just be a fight between herself and the Shadow in the first form, but she didn't seem to get that blessing.

The Shadow began to speak, its voice echoing through the endless void they were in.

"I am a Shadow... The True self! Who are you to fight me, without even having a self of your own?"

Kotone held the nagitana tightly... It felt firmer now. Like it could actually do some damage. She swung it once, confirming this. If she had her Evoker on her, this would be so much easier.

She felt a power stirring in her. Maybe... she didn't need that after all. Orpheus was still with her, at least. his spectral form appearing behind her. If she had him, she could do anything. She had a home to return to, and she wasn't going to let this thing keep her.

#burning dread: kotone #in person #high stakes pokeblogging