#for the person who sent me an anon about my links being messed up

[theolddivorcedzukka]

I am asking about your zukka mitski playlist because my interest has been peaked !!

hi anon i am aware that this ask was sent on july 1st and your interest is no longer piqued so oops and sorry :(

here is the playlist link in case u still want to listen to it and ill talk about it a bit under the read more!!

hiiii so the funny thing about this playlist is that it was from before i even started posting about divorced zukka but i still had the headcanon of zuko and sokka dating when younger, breaking up, and then getting back together as middle aged adults. the playlist follows that exact same sequence cause im too lazy to write the fic so this is my way of writing the divorced zukka fic

ok so im not gonna explain the whole thing but I'll try to be a bit brief about what the songs talk about without getting into Why cause i know i'll be here for hours if i do so

1-3: sokka's section. it is set in canon and the vibe here is "i need to be strong, i need to be brave and tough like my father, like a real man, i have depression, i need to be the warrior, i do all the protecting but who is going to save me, i'm just asking for a kiss, one day i am going to die, etc"

4-9: zuko's section. set in canon up till "working for the knife" which is about him being firelord which suuuuucks. ehh you get the gist of it he is flawed, he is fucked up, he doesn't know what he wants, he is the forest fire, he is watching himself burn, he just needs something that will fill him up, etc and then he is crowned firelord and he gets worse but in a different way

10-11: classic sokka and zuko parallelism. hungry to be something they cannot be, thinking that that thing is what they should want, that that is what they are really hungry for. Wrong

12-13: set in the boiling rock. both would be from sokka's perspective and first love late spring is there because of how zuko holds sokka back from doing this reckless thing alone and end up killing himself "one word from you and i would jump off of this ledge im on baby. tell me don't so i can crawl back in" and heat lightning is about sokka surrendering and giving in to accepting that he needs help, he can't do this alone and so he allows zuko and co to carry this load with him and work together to get out of tbr

14-15: zuko and sokka start dating years after the war. "come into the water" is basically "come here, let's take this risk together. we both know it could be a mess but we don't really care about that right now, tell me you want me to do this and i'll come into the water with you" and for a while, it is all good. sokka and zuko start falling in love, they start taking care of each other, thinking that they can heal like this together and it'll all be good. there is still some issues in there like sokka's protectiveness that can end up hurting him "while you sleep, i'll be scared. so by the time you wake, ill be brave" but during that period in their relationship, they feel like nothing can get to them as long as they're together in their safe space.

16-18: the problems arise. they both knew that this had to be secret because of zuko's position, homosexuality being illegal in the fire nation, the assassination attempts that could worsen if the truth came out, and both their reputations but it's hard keeping it secret when they wish they could be like this not only behind locked doors. as well as that, sokka feels inferior here in the fire nation and it's not just the way the court talks about and at him and the way he's treated because of the fire nation's racism, it's that feeling that in a way he is betraying the water tribe, his family, his mother, everyone. what is he doing here in a nation that caused him and everyone so much harm? and he can separate how he feels about zuko from how he feels about the fire nation but it feels wrong sometimes, they feel like the same person sometimes.

18: this could also be seen as the proposal gone wrong or what leads up to it. they both aren't talking things through with full honesty, they try to avoid conflict cause their relationship is their one good thing at the moment. "sorry i can't take your touch, it's not that i don't want you" is basically sokka refusing the proposal to me. those aren't his words, they both just burst out at each other and make it all a mess. and sokka wants zuko but he can't sacrifice himself to spend his whole life there in a nation that he just doesn't feel right in, which might be one of sokka's few "im doing this for me" moments, and so this ends their relationship. huzzah.

19: breakup song. thinking that's where you loved me. me too zukka

20-21: classic zuko self-deprecation momence. "when you leave me, i should die. i deserve it, don't i?" and "i don't blame you if you want to bury me in your memory, im not the boy i ought to be" etc

22: sokka's lament. "i know i ended it but why won't you chase after me?" i know that this is what i must do but why won't you come back and try to change my mind? what if you just don't care anymore? why didn't you stop me even if we both know that we can't change this?

23: "you're my best friend now i have no one to tell how i lost my best friend" no comment

24: aghhhh this love is a star it's so gone now it's so over

25: we are so back!!!! as reluctant friends. this is zuko and sokka's first formal reunion together where they actually sit down together and awkwardly talk and pretend they don't have feelings. they are both lying when they say they haven't told anyone ofc they have. in my mind, this is when zuko has izumi now and they're catching up and trying to be friends again

26-27: that doesn't fucking work, they don't want to be friends. they always want each other when they think they're finally fine, they're both foolish to bet on this "whatever it is" when they know they're bound to lose. they want each other but they can't have each other, they hold the cards, they have a chance but taking that risk could ruin everything

28: oh my gooood fuck it let's hook up for old time's sake but also we both know that this shit won't go anymore but let's take this chance only for today (becomes a frequent thing every time sokka visits)

29: sokka has a realization and finds out that zuko still does have feelings. he wanted him but he couldn't reach sokka again, he's been keeping all of him in his memory to try to keep that love and now Sokka knows. oh shit wtf what now?

30: zuko and sokka have a talk. they have a small moment. maybe there is slow dancing involved. it really was foolish of us to think that we could stay the same. it would be so wonderful to go back to when we were younger, that short time was beautiful while it lasted. we both know that there is love in here but it can't happen again. im sorry

31: SIKE!!!! WE ARE SO BACK FR THIS TIME. you are the one i want, you're the one i've got, i'm not wasting this one lifetime without you. i will be the one you need, the way i can't be without you

32: zukka undivorced arc baby zukka back together. i know i've kissed you before but i didn't do it right, i haven't kissed you the way i should. let me kiss you like it used to be, not hurried or desperate, let me do it right and let me try again and again and again until we get it right. maybe there is no way to get it right and perfect but they still kiss so it's a perfect excuse

33: zuko and sokka retire, zuko ends the monarchy, they run off to the water tribe together just like they planned from the beginning. they could be anywhere but it doesn't matter where, they just want to be still with each other

34: *sokka voice* yue i just had a weird prophetic dream so if i die, look after zuko for me

35: sokka death scene amv. zuko loses sokka forever this time and there's no coming back now. he doesn't know how to be strong anymore if sokka isn't here to see him

36: zuko death scene amv. go get your stupid death on a rocking chair all calm and peaceful, old man

37: end credits

#asks #anon #divorced zukka #this is my magnum opus btw

[silveredfeathers]

So am I supposed to put a pinned post up or is it just optional?

Because I'm not sure what to put here but I see a lot of others with one... I live in Alola currently, I'm originally from Kanto, though I see Johto as my home region.

I mean I can put my trainer card post on this to make it easier to find so here's the link to that: LINK

I'm married to @trainerlynda and am dating @timetravelerpyrite.

Note to other Silvers: I AM NOT OLD

//CURRENT ARC: N/A

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//Ooc and character info below the cut.

RULES:

- Anon Hate is IC only and I'll delete anything that goes too far.

- Please provide English translations if sending asks with other languages.

- Please don't make me add rules on purpose.

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Here's a list of ask games you can use if you want to throw an ask at Silver or me:

Headcanons (Writer)

Invasive Questions (Muse)

Pokemon Headcanons (Writer, please say it's for the ask game)

Never Have I Ever (Muse)

TM41: Torment! (Muse)

Memories (OOC Muse, don't send checkmark asks please)

Reporter (Muse, please say it's for the ask game so I can respond the right way.

Evil Team Propaganda can be sent Silv's way.

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CHARACTER INFO:

I'm going to add more info to this and make it fancy later.

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Rather specific tags:

#Wormholes Suck - Lore relating to Silver and Touya's past.

#Lore Crumbs & #Vague Lore Crumbs - For the most part, as it says on the tin, the post mentions something that happened before the blog due to my Silver being developed before I made the blog.

#Silver's Asks - Ask posts. This also goes for any tag that has the word asks in it (ie. #Magic Anon Asks).

#Chimera's Curse - Stuff relating to the "official" reveal of Silver being a hybrid to rotumblr.

#Mew out of the bag - [ARC] In which Gio was turned into part Mewtwo. The link is a masterlist of important posts.

#Fool's Faller - [ARC] Silver and Lyn first meet Pyrite in person here!

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This is a blog meant to represent my version of Silver, which means he strays from canon a little bit... Okay alota bit. This blog may also cover some serious things, but also participates in the general tumblr chaos. He will only be shipped with characters my BF writes, for comfort reasons.

He is 36 years old, his birthday being 12/24/1988, which makes him 11 during the events of the Gold/Silver games. He's married to @trainerlynda and dating @timetravelerpyrite. A bunch of dimension hopping related shenanigans and other such things that have happened to him. He is also transmasc and bi. If, for some reason, you don't like that, please just block me and leave.

He is a hybrid of Ho-oh, Lugia, and Silvally, due to Kenichi's (He is Lynda's halve of the universe's Giovanni's twin brother yes I know that's probably confusing-) scientists messing with him.

Silver's Boxes (Pokemon List)

Artwork with this Silver in it:

His current pfp, drawn by me

In between form and concept drawing of the full form drawn by me

Silver and Puppy, drawn by @/yewwantstobattle

Silver helping his wife calm down after some shit happened, drawn by me

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WRITER INFO:

I am 21 and am also bad at researching who I should/shouldn't talk to because that info is normally scattered everywhere and is a mess to search for. Please let me know in private if I end up talking to someone bad, I likely genuinely didn't know. I'm also new here, so I'm not quite sure what I'm doing and need to learn as I stumble around here.

Follows and likes are from @zoranaroleplayhub and sometimes @messyzoranablog. Asks are primarily in anon.

Any art that I post will be credited accordingly. If it is not labeled, then it's my own work or official.

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OTHER THINGS:

Ho-oh and Lugia Feather Properties - A headcanon post about the abilities different feathers Lugia and Ho-oh have, since the Silver and Rainbow Wings have their own special thing going on with them. It's in the format of old explorer journal pages. These headcanons will sometimes be referenced by Silver and are here for ease of finding.

#pokemon irl #pokemon #intro post #introduction #pokemon rp #pokemon trainer rp #unreality #pokeblogging #pokeblog rp #pokeblog intro #pokeblog roleplay #Silver Info Posts

[skepticalarrie]

Hi Allie! I saw that someone sent you a link about people unfollowing HSHQ and posting the hashtag #FREEHARRY. I understand that this is a movement only happening on twitter so it’s okay if u don’t wanna talk about. But I genuinely curious to understand why people would do that and what’s your opinion

Hi, anon. How are you?

First of all, and let's get this out of the way first, what bothers me with these twitter things being dragged over to tumblr is the fact people need to understand how the constant back and forth is toxic. If you don't like something twitter is saying, just don't go there, unfollow people. It's that simple. I really don't want to know if you're bothered with it because I rarely even go there, and when I do, is to exclusively see things on my timeline - where I only follow some really nice people. So "hahaha look what twarries are saying" that's annoying, I don't care.

About this situation against HSHQ, I think that's definitely worth it being discussed and it goes way beyond twarries. Just a quick overview for those who are not aware: There's this big movement right now, where people are trending #UnfollowHSHQ #FreeHarry and asking for people to stop buying tickets, Pleasing products, merch.. or anything related to Harry, because they believe Full Stop Management is holding Harry hostage or something and they want to sabotage them in order to "free" Harry. I think HSHQ lost around 10k followers on twitter so far.

Personally, I do understand where this is coming from and I understand there's a real concern and good intentions there. Especially when we're talking about everything that happened with One Direction, Modest, Syco, his closeting... I mean, there's obviously a history of abuse and oppression. And I don't think that's over, it's so much bigger than Harry and his current management, it's the entire industry and some really greedy people out there in charge of big labels.

But I think it's easier when we try to define things as the good side and the bad side, seeing Jeff as a villain is oversimplifying things. Is dismissing Harry's own participation in it. Do I like Jeff? No. Do I think he's pointing a gun at Harry's head and making him do things he doesn't want to? No. I'm sorry but there's literally no indication Harry is actually being forced by his management to do stuff. *Strongly* advised? Probably. He seems good friends with Jeff and I fully believe Harry has his own interests when it comes to the stunts and everything else, and he is able to speak up about it, although he's probably not in full control of it (like most artists that are as profitable as he is). Comparing what is happening to Harry right now to Britney's situation is absurd to me. Especially because of who people are trying to blame here.

So yes I do think HSHQ needs to wake the fuck up, they made an awful mistake with Holivia. And they do need to act in Harry's best interestest from now on because they're truly messing things up and it's concerning. But I don't think fans wanting to sabotage it is the right move. Because, clearly, I don't agree with a lot of moves on his career right now but I believe him and believe he is a good person and that things are happening for a reason behind the scenes and he's making the right choices for him (maybe not right now but in a long-run, god knows what were the other choices). I don't need to take away all of his responsibility of everything to still be on his side. It's okay to be bothered and to not agree on stuff your favourite does. And I think people really need to stop and think about what they're implying when they want to sabotage so many things about Harry. I mean, they don't like anything, they don't agree with anything... So does it still make sense to be a fan? Maybe they should just move on.

#fandom discourse #free harry #management #jeff azoff #hshq #ask #hshq boycott

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

what the fuck happened last night i just woke up what the SHIT

hapalopus and friends made/shared a post saying it was exclusionary to therians that an otherkin pride flag about attraction to your kintype said it was not condoning zoophilia. The thread also later said that therians being zoophiles is normal and that as long as they did not offend there would be no issue. I responded saying this was incredibly insane and no one should try to align themselves with zoophiles if they aren’t actually afflicted with zoophilia and those that are should seek medical help. Agro-carnist was one of the ones who reblogged the post so its followers took extreme offense to my saying this as they assumed I was running a smear campaign. Followers of hapalopus also joined in with even more fervor and have been sending me piles of anon hate ranging from suicide bait, death threats, gaslighting, petty insults, and completely random accusations and bait questions. Others simply sent inflammatory asks attempting to get me to attack Agro as a person and pull other people in the crossfire. It is very much a mess all around.

This whole thing started because I asked if anyone had seen Agro post anything about why it blocked me because I enjoyed their content and wanted to apologize in some way had I offended or annoyed them somehow. People stated Agro was friends with hapalopus, whom I am vocally against for several reasons, so I figured that may have been why and then someone else sent a link to the otherkin flag thread and I responded to the ask and the post.

I believe that about sums it up.

[mommyghostface28]

hello!! it's the person who was new, who wanted the 🐶 anon. i just realized it's taken! ive sent in a couple asks but i don't know if you're planning on answering them and it's been a while so im gonna send this last one and then stop. i don't want to be annoying but i really really like your blog (and all the dirty things it does to me) and had a couple questions

1) do you think you could write a story or record an audio that's trans inclusive? i can't ever find tgirl inclusive BDSM and your voice talking about something that applies to me would make me a drooling, begging mess for sure. i also really really really like pet play so maybe something about collars and leashes and calling me puppy if you don't mind hhkknhgf

2) i was wondering if you could explain subspace and domspace? ive been trying to come up with a good definition but i just can't put it into words and you're really good at describing things. if you've already explained them and have a link that could work too, ive looked but i can't find one

anyway, i love your blog and would be really grateful if you took time to answer my ask. i know you're really busy and have a lot of stuff in your ask box so take your time, i just love your blog and it's helped me learn about and safely engage in BDSM for a long time. not to mention, you're extremely handsome and pretty and hearing you talk about collaring me turns me into a stupid lil puppy just waiting to be dominated and pounded

if i can have any puppy related emoji id really appreciate it! i know 🐶 and 🦴 are taken but maybe 🐕,🐩 or a combo like 🐾🦴? idk you have so many subs DX

hi there love! Wait that’s so weird, I just answered an ask with the 🐶 twice this week, so maybe that wasn’t you? Damn I’m confused lol I get anons that want that emoji so it’s hard to know which anon I gave it to you. I also recently gave the 🐾 to someone as well so I’m assuming it wasn’t you either 😭

To answer your questions!

Yes I absolutely can make more trans inclusive audio! The only reason I haven’t is because of the mention of genitals, that’s a grey area for a lot of trans folks and I don’t want to upset anyone. So with that being said, what terms are you comfortable with? When it comes describing your body. I obviously want you to feel good and sexy 🥰

2.

Subspace: is a psychological and physical response to being put in a submissive headspace. This may be described as feeling “floaty” “carefree” maybe even absent minded. Euphoric. A bit of brain fog. Every sub experiences Subspace differently however.

Dom(me) space: is a psychological and physical response to entering a Dominant headspace during play. It as an altered state of consciousness. Sometimes our awareness is heightened, hyper focused on the scene, very much in tune.

I’m happy you love my blog and I apologize for all the Confusion! I’ll give you one of the dog emojis so now we can definitely keep track of each other ☺️

- 🐕

#wlw nsft #wlw ns/fw #nsft wlw #lesbian nsft #sapphic nsft #nsft lesbian #bd/sm mommy #wlw domme #lesbian #sapphic ns/ft #nsft sapphic #sapphic ns/fw #🐕

[thetaekookcloset]

Sharing Links I’ve Received

Ever since Memories 2021 content has been slowly coming out, I’ve received so many links from people to various clips of moments.  If I were to post every single ask that’s either just a link or a link with a brief comment, I would have a ton of individual short posts in a row just sharing links.

Therefore, I’ve decided to compile them here in one post, so anyone who’s interested can check out these moments that people have wanted to share.  If you sent a link with a comment, I’ll include what you had to say about it along with the direct link to the URL you provided.

1.  This is actually a famous person's trend in Japan. Especially the one Jungkook doing with his mouth and all  It shows they both share/consume same things. They are either married or closest bffs.

This moment is so cute!  I didn’t know this was a trend, but it does seem like Taehyung and Jungkook watch a lot of the same things and look at what the other is doing on their phones a lot, so I agree, this could definitely be an indication of that kind of closeness.

2.  the fact that tae breaks character with jungkook is so cute 😭

Oh my goodness, yes, I definitely agree!  I love so many things about this tiny interaction.  I love how Jungkook never looks away from Tae’s face to watch what he’s doing with his hand.  I love how he starts to smile when Taehyung starts to smile, rather than in direct response to his goofing around.  I love how his grin gets so big, and I love how, as soon as he’s finished, Tae sort of folds forward toward Jungkook, laughing at himself.  It’s such a familiar gesture.  Of course it gets cut off right at that moment lol.

3.  Re this adorableness - I cannot stop thinking about how this is the same trip (at least I think so) where they went to that restaurant together and shared the bathroom mirror selfies ❤️

Yes I believe this moment comes from the same day as their Atomix bathroom mirror selfies!  I love this clip so much.  It’s barely even an interaction really, but it’s just the way they meet each other’s eyes and smile like that.  Heart-melting.

4.  Jungkook at the back 😂😂

Oh my god hahaha, the way he just pops right up to watch!  And then he starts dancing along, I love it.  I wonder sometimes, if Taekook really are together, if they dance together at home.  They’re so in sync when they dance sometimes that I really think they might.

5.  Did you see this? It's so cute and soft 🥺

Yes, wow, I love this one so much!  I saw this at like 5 AM and then fell back to sleep, and when I woke up again I genuinely thought I might have dreamed this moment.  But it’s realllll.

I could see people maybe arguing that this is nothing, maybe just Jungkook messing with Taehyung, but he does it so casually and then just wanders off after, without getting or waiting for a reaction, that it really does seem to me like he’s just being protective and not wanting Tae to hurt himself.  Another good example of the proprietary nature of their relationship too.  He doesn’t suggest that Tae shouldn’t be sitting like that, he just physically stops him from doing it.

6.  This is just so boyfriend. I don't know how else to describe it

Ooh, yes, yet another good example of how entitled they feel to each other’s bodies lol.  Taehyung sees, he wants, he gets.  Actually there are a lot of instances of just that phenomenon when it comes to Taehyung wanting something and Jungkook getting/giving it to him.

Someone else sent an ask about this moment too, asking what I think it’s about because even Jungkook seems confused by it.  Yeah it seems to me like Taehyung just wanted to look at him lol.  Playfully, sure, but it seems that simple to me.  And yes, Jungkook just goes along with it, even though it comes out of nowhere.  I think this anon might have the right of it: it’s just so boyfriend.

7. link presented without comment from anon

I don’t really know if this anon had anything in particular that they thought I would take away from this, but I think it’s really funny, and cute.  Especially Namjoon saying that his forehead is always open for kisses.  I love it.  I also love how funny Jungkook thinks the idea of Tae kissing Hobi is lol.

8.  From when did Tae start wearing this type of pants? I have seen jk wearing it so many times but tae nope. JK also has one in olive.

Oh my gosh, you’re right.  I hadn’t seen this clip yet, and I would have thought the same thing as the OP: it literally does look like Tae walked right out of Jungkook’s closet.  I’ve never seen him wear pants like that, I don’t think ever.  Interesting!

9.  Hehe 🙃

So cute!  It’s Taehyung’s huge smile at the end for me.

10.  They really are kids betting and all. A serious question - Who won? I think Jungkook coz I didn't see him on screen.

Ahhhh cute, especially the very end when Taehyung is leaning on Jungkook’s shoulder as they walk away, and you can hear JK sort of giggle.  I love it.  As for the bet, I think based on the terms, technically Tae won?  It seemed like JK was betting that they wouldn’t be visible, and Tae was betting that they would.  You can see Tae for a second in the tight cut, so technically he was right, though really they were each right about themselves.

Okay, that’s me officially caught up on links people have shared since about yesterday afternoon or evening!  Thank you all for making sure that I’m seeing all the best new moments, you’re the best!

I might keep this up if I get more links, because I think sharing them this way makes more sense than posting each one individually, but just so you know, I’m visiting friends this weekend and will likely fall a bit behind on asks.

In the meantime, I just hope we’re all able to enjoy this new content!  Thanks again, everyone, for sharing some great new moments and your thoughts!

#ask #taekook #taekook and memories 2021

[hyperfixation-hideout]

Do you remember sending me an anonymous ask telling me to stop tagging RWDE in my posts because you were upset?

You sent me anonymous asks twice, defending RWDE.

Now tell me...why on earth are you accusing other people of sending anonymous hateful asks to themselves, when you have literally sent anonymous asks to the very people you are accusing?

Do you even hear the cognitive dissonance in this?

Do you want proof of the first time I was impersonated?

I can provide not only a Twitter Link, but a Tumblr post. Where the person who accused me later acknowledged that it was an imposter.

Or you can embrace tunnel vision and think that any time you've sent me or somebody else an anonymous ask, that person was sending them to themselves and it was never you?

If you believe anything about somebody you don't like, then you will fall for everything.

Now my friends and I are working on building up evidence to prove my innocence. that person already accused them of being me.

But then again, you refuse to believe that anyone would defend us. That bias of yours is why you are so deadset on believing the worst of others.

Drop the tunnel vision. Drop the hyperfixation on the bias. And start trying to see if impersonation is possible.

I'm going to try find a way to prove how those discord screenshots were doctored.

uh, no, I do not remember that. If this is Canonseeker talking,

A) everything I said to you was off anon

B) I didn't tell you to stop tagging rwde, I made a generic post saying that posts tagged "anti rwde" still show up in the rwde tag, making it so the tag is flushed with hate, when it was created to avoid hatred and vitriol from people like you who harass anyone with a different opinion, as well as me letting y'all know if you tag with "anti rwde" instead of "antirwde" then rwde folks will see your posts and you may not have wanted that

C) come off anon yourself

D) Uh did you mess up that last sentence? Cause yes, your discord screenshots were absolutely doctored and very obviously fake. Oh, or are you trying to "prove" the post calling you out and debunking your lies was doctored? Cause, no... you're just defaulting to your oldest tactic: when accused, respond with "no, YOU did that to ME" even though that does nothing to counter the proof already exposed about you (you also just did that when going "well someone impersonated ME so you can't accuse me of making fake accounts!")

E) you're the one who targeted me, sending yourself anon hate and tagging me in it with "THESE ARE THE PEOPLE UR DEFENDING??" when I had clearly stated several times that I did not defend hatred or harassment of any kind. You then started tagging anyone who agreed with me in this hate, even after I asked you to stop.

F) what happened to your asks/replies telling me I'm "one of the good ones" who makes "thought out and kind critiques"? What changed besides me calling you out for the harassment and bullying you've engaged in for years?

G) That's not what hyperfixation means. Look it up and learn about ADHD before throwing the term about willy-nilly, please

The only part of this ask I'd potentially be willing to take at face value is the part where you got upset for me claiming you send yourself anon hate. You're right, that's something I don't technically know. (idk why you assumed whatever anons you're referring to are me). But there have been enough instances of you clearly pretending to be someone else, including a time you've ADMITTED to having done so. Regardless, even if you didn't do so, that doesn't undo any of the awful stuff you have verifiably done. Countless people have shown evidence of your lies and hate, and I wanted to believe they were wrong, but that time of hopeful ignorance has passed.

I am an understanding person who gives the benefit of the doubt, as well as second, third, and hundredth chances. I want to see the good in everyone, including you. Time and time again you've shown that if we give an inch, you take a mile, and use our kindness to further harass anyone who dares stray from your own opinions or interpretations. And I don't mean 'harass' as in 'sending a mean anon', I mean repeated hate, slander, and block evading, making fake accounts just to continue trying to make people's lives miserable, etc. I tried to give you a chance and extend that opportunity for you to listen, grow, or change, but you won't admit any wrongdoings, and that's a nonstarter.

[If you're not seeker, I have no idea who you are, and as such do not know where to go from here. Come off anon or message me privately if you're someone else, and I'd be more than willing to have a conversation with you about this.]

PS: Something funny I've laughed about many a time -- even after all that's gone down between us (aka you being hateful and lying about me and me explaining to no avail since you refuse to read), I'm still on your list of positive rwby blogs to follow. Which is extra funny, because you linked that list in your answers to hate anons you tagged me in, going "here are some GOOD rwby blogs to follow" with me on it. As amusing as it's been, I'd like to be removed when you get the chance.

#quinanswer #canonseeker #rwde #fndm drama

[everything-is-crab]

Sometimes upper caste marxist women in our country are just pathetic. I follow this person on facebook who frequently posts mra rhetoric but adds "bourgeois" prefix to women to appear progressive. And it's honestly so disappointing because she makes otherwise good analysis on class. But when it comes to women's rights, all they do is cater to misogynistic leftist men for social media clout. I get annoyed at feminist spaces for disregarding caste or class and then see this from marxist women.

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=pfbid028dyBEvs7UdDhVKmwqDoEHAzDq3MUDKVdh7oDqH5qc8caAcsvn4N36n49ktvHfmCsl&id=100000560346594&mibextid=Nif5oz

She's straight up reblogging from a men's rights activist. I'd hoped a leftist woman would be better than this.

Also, I am so glad I found your blog. You're really a genuine person and your posts are always so intelligent and well put. Thank you so much💕

😭😭 anon no offense but please don't send me links anonymously. For security reasons, I don't open them. Usually I don't complain cause people have sent me only Tumblr links until now and I just find the blog and the post directly instead of opening the link. But 1) You can't do that with facebook. 2) I don't have a facebook account anyways 💀💀

But you could still tell me in another ask what kind of exact MRA rhetoric she's spreading wrapped in Marxist language if you want.

And well even though I personally haven't come across any such upper caste Marxist woman (because I hardly come across Marxist women here in general), it's not surprising.

Look I appreciate the Marxist movement here. But sometimes some Marxists are right wing deviants. A lot of them are not just sexist but casteist as well. I wouldn't necessarily say they're "casteist" but they do ignore the distinction between caste and class and that opposing capitalist system by itself is not going to help us.

I have found it better to read a bunch of different texts with different opinions and come to my own conclusion. I have never found a perfect text regarding caste, class and gender. And you won't either. Sexist Marxists and Dalit activists, casteist Marxists and feminists.....it will never end.

It's a mess. I hardly come across intersectional analysis and the ones I come across are very faux. I once came across this one male university student writing a short text on gender caste and class and there was nothing unique about it except for one thing- he said opposing sex work is casteist and sexist 😭😭

The argument being cause it is mostly Dalit women pushed into prostitution and hence attaching stigma to it. And while I do agree there's stigma against women in prostitution and women from oppressed castes are seen as sexually deviant which together make it very hard for Dalit women in prostitution, one can't expect us to just let it go on. Do you see people arguing against the abolition of manual scavenging? No. Then why should women from oppressed castes be expected to not just continue being exploited but embrace it? Nobody dares to ask Dalit men do that. So why should women be confined to roles society historically forced upon us? It's not empowering. Little girls from oppressed castes and poor backgrounds are forced to give up their education and join prostitution. And I am just supposed to accept that and to make things balanced expect women from upper castes to join them? Fuck off. Men are the worst lol

The best we can do is make wide like-minded connections around us as much as possible. I feel like, until our economic issues are resolved, we will not progress further in social issues.

Women make most of the poor here. How will they be able to talk about abolition when it's hard for them to achieve even reform? No amount of activism or NGOs is going to work as long as there is corruption.

Btw there's a lot of Dalit feminist theory around. But they're written by many upper caste women instead like Uma Chakravarti, Sharmila Rege. Dalit feminist writers exist. Bama, Urmilla Pawar and all. But they prefer to write fictional literature or biographies instead of your theory. And in their own language rather than English. So you will have to dig deeper for the translated texts. But I do recommend reading them even if fiction and biographies bore you. Only those texts have given justice to describing what it means to be a woman from an oppressed caste experiencing both male and upper caste arrogance.

And also do read Tithi Bhattacharya's books and interviews if you feel discouraged by coming across right wing bigotry even in feminist or Marxist spaces. While she's upper caste, she's very prominent and is a Marxist who's a feminist,anti casteist and anti nationalist and also doesn't bootlick colonial era. However, I don't fully agree with her views on imperialism. What she describes related to imperialism in the global south is true but very basic....I don't think many people really understand US imperialism....it's not just about the IMF or World Bank. Even though they're equally evil. It's the whole US dollar hegemony and the way it is backed by their military. And also opposing any left wing government in the GS and everything. But that is a whole another topic. Sorry for getting a bit off track but my point is.....there will be dissent and while I understand not accepting MRA rhetoric which is just blatant sexism, remember you won't find any person you will agree with 100%. Just read and form your own thoughts. You may be wrong but still.

#ask #anon

[servospawn]

Finally after 398348934 months I changed my theme.. it’s minimal but satisfies my visual needs for graphic design.

#i have a chat box thing now so theres that #but pls dont abuse it #and if i get hate mail im blocking ip addresses cause i'll know #but feel free to send wcifs and stuff #i feel it might be easier to answer them this way #or you know we can talk my trash chars #its up to youuuu XD #for the person who sent me an anon about my links being messed up #thanks!

[thefanficmonster]

Heather

Valkyrae x Corpse's Sibling Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Mentions of a Breakup and Sadness post-breakup, Swearing

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, FLUFF, Romance, Friends-To-Lovers, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Rae opens up to Y/N following a heart-breaking split with her boyfriend. Luckily for her, they know exactly what to do.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! I'm so sorry I haven't been able to get to it sooner but here it finally is and I really hope you enjoy the fic! Love, Vy ❤

Note: The Anon sent me a song to accompany the fic. Here's the LINK to the song which I suggest you play when you see the 🎶 emoji. The song

I've been sitting at my desk, staring at a blank notebook page for the past hour and a half. Well, at least now if someone asks me what's the most falsely romanticized job I'll know what to tell them - a singer songwriter. Singing is a story in and of itself but the latter, the songwriting is one hell of a challenge especially when your emotions are such a mess, you don't know how to convey them into words and write them down. Maybe I'm the idiot though, who knows.

A soft knock comes to the door to my room, not as a question if the person on the other side can come in, more like an announcement that he's coming in and I can do little to object.

And of course it's my brother Corpse.

"Hey can you fill in for the stream, we're one short." He asks, strutting his way over to me to take a peek at what I've written, I wish he didn't cause I hear him snort at the sight of the blank page. "Blockade?"

"Yeah and I've been banging my head against it for the past hour, so no I can't fill the spot." I retort, throwing the notebook to the side so I can run my hand through my hair.

He sighs with an emotion between compassion and mild frustration, "Ok, I'll try and help you when we're done with the stream IF you fill the spot."

It's now my turn to sigh. I know I won't really enjoy myself if the goddamn unfinished song is at the back of my mind constantly. Not even at the back, but completely flooding my brain. But then again, without Corpse's help, I doubt I'm gonna write a single lyric by the end of today.

I decide to agree, "Fine, you have a deal." He lets out a victorious laugh as he kisses the top of my head, a gesture that makes me feel so small and tiny, not like he's only three years older than me. I shrug him away, refusing to feel like a child again cause that gesture of reassurance dates back to when I was three years old and I'd complain to him about monsters under my bed. I quickly throw a pointless question to swerve situation, "Who's not playing?"

Corpse shrugs, "Rae texted me last minute that she won't be joining us. She didn't say what was up but I'm sure it's nothing serious."

After hearing her her name I zoned out of the conversation, my heart dropping in my stomach. I've told myself time and time again that I worry too much, that I'm being irrational. That I'm being an idiot feeling that way about someone who's mind I don't cross even once. And I don't mean that in a way that'd paint Rae in a bad light - she's a wonderful person. She's possibly the kindest and most caring person I've ever met. It's not her fault she doesn't like me, at least not in the way that I like her.

"Ok..." I say, "Um, let me just do something real quick and I'll log onto Discord and join you guys." My words give him the clear notation that I'd like for him to leave the room.

Luckily he picks up on it, "Cool, and don't rush there're like ten minutes till the stream starts." With that he leaves the room, leaving me with my circling thoughts that I just know I won't be able to suppress until I talk to Rae.

Now if only I had the guts to do that.

Fuck it, text her - that can't hurt! You have ten minutes, pull yourself together!

Yeah, ten fucking minutes to figure this shit out. To be fair, there's nothing to figure out, I'm overreacting over a goddamn text that I haven't even sent yet.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I grab my phone and find Rae's contact in my messages. I quickly type out a 'Hey is everything ok?' and spare it a momentary second glance to spell-check it before sending it.

Wait...what if she doesn't reply in the next nine minutes?

Then I'll die a little inside and worry myself out of my mind. I'd much rather she leave me on 'seen', that way only my heart would be broken which I've gotten used to.

I fixate my gaze on my the blank page of my notebook, reaching out for it just when my phone starts ringing. I jerk my arm back and grab the buzzing device, looking at the screen which displays an unknown number. It's a new phone though so I wouldn't be surprised if it's someone I know who I've forgotten to input in my new contacts.

"Hello?" I answer it.

"Hey! Y/N it's you, right? Corpse gave me your number but I'm not sure if I typed it in correctly." She pauses for a second, not enough to allow me to speak though, "If you aren't Y/N this is super embarrassing so uh..."

I can't help but chuckle, "It's me, Rae, don't worry. You've got the right number." It's only then that my heart skips a beat as my brain has finally comprehended what's going on.

Rae just fucking called me. The chances of me sounding like an absolute idiot all throughout this phone call are scarily high, almost high enough to convince me into faking a bad reception and hanging up. Although, let's be honest, I could do that to anyone, but to Rae I could never.

"Hey...so, um, what's up? What're you doing?" She asks me, very obviously dancing around something else that she doesn't have the courage to say it yet. I'm not one to speak on that topic especially not if we take a look at what was going through my mind about two minutes ago.

"Not much. I'm about to hop into the stream, take your place and all." I chuckle again but more because of how fucking nervous and flustered I am than the actual humor in my sentence - which there was none of, by the way.

"Ah, a worthy replacement, I see." Rae laughs, but the sound is hollow, not at all like her real wholehearted, loud and captivating one. The one that can and always does bring a smile on my face.

"We'll see how worthy I am." I instinctively rub the back of my neck, tugging at the hairs there as if that's gonna help me with my composure which very fragile at the moment. "What are you up to? What's keeping you busy?"

I hear the airy sigh she lets out - something I was probably not intended to catch but it worries me nonetheless. It's a sad sigh. I know it could just be that anxious side of me talking, falsely interpreting the noise, but I can't help it, ok?!

"Um, well, not much either, just...figuring out how to navigate the single life again." There's that fake happiness to her voice once more, but this time the words signal why it's present.

She's single?

"Wait, wha-" She doesn't let me finish my question.

"Steven and I broke up." She says, her voice cracking and shaking. She's on a breaking point of tears and I feel the desperate need to comfort her, feeling utterly helpless because I'm unable to do so. It's the most disheartening feeling I've ever felt - wanting to help someone who means so much to me while my hands are tied.

"Oh Rae, I'm so sorry, that's terrible. What happened? You guys seemed-" I once again am not allowed to finish what I've started saying because she once again does it for me.

"Like the perfect couple? Yeah, it's an easy act to pull off when so many pairs of eyes are watching through screens." She sniffles, telling me that she wasn't able to hold back the tears, "What the cameras didn't see is how bored we were of one another. How dead our relationship was. It was a matter of time, a 'when' instead of 'if' but he eventually found someone more interesting. And I'm happy for him, I really am, but it still hurts. I can't help but think I'm the reason we got so bored of one another."

If my heart was cracked before, now it's completely shattered. I hate how she thinks so low of herself sometimes. I hate how she can't see how amazing she is and each time something happens she blames herself and sees all the shortcomings as hers. I hate how she can't see all her incredible qualities. I hate that she can't see herself through my eyes.

"Hey, hey, Rae, listen to me. A relationship's gotta be 50/50, you can't blame yourself for something he is equally responsible for! Please, don't beat yourself up over it. I mean, I get that it's hard but I promise you that dick Stewart is not worth it." I rant, forgetting the time limit and the stream altogether now that I have a lot bigger challenge and duty on my hands - bring the happiness, the genuine one, back to this wonderful girl. I hear Rae giggle, warming my heart and inviting a smile to show up on my face which is nothing new if I'm being honest. But still, I'm afraid I don't understand the reason behind that laugh. "What?"

"His name's Steven." She corrects me, still giggling as she does so.

I remain confused for another moment until I backtrack a little and realize I used a wrong name to address her asshole ex. I never liked the guy, something has always been super off-putting about him in my eyes. Ok, to be fair it may have had something to do with the fact that he was dating Rae, but I'd like to believe the whole friend group would agree with me on that.

"Stewart, Steven - whatever, same shit." I say casually, getting that laugh I'd been hoping for in response, "I got the first two letters right at least."

"Yeah, that's more than enough...." she says, trailing off slightly, allowing for a deep silence to fall upon the call which she also puts an end to saying: "You have a stream to get to now, sorry to have bothered you." She says a little awkwardly which to me is the cutest thing ever.

Who am I to talk anyway - I'm the literal definition of an awkward turtle around her.

"You could never bother me, Rae. But, um, yeah Corpse is gonna kill me if I leave him hanging." In all honesty, I don't give a crap, but it's obvious that she'd much rather be alone and deal with all her thoughts and emotions on her own and I don't wanna interfere.

We exchange byes and end the call, leaving me sitting here with an odd mix of emotions. That lump of sorrow is still present, but there's also the warmth of having made her smile and laugh just minutes ago. It's too confusing for me who's gotten used to feeling only one emotion at a time - mostly rejection though. Never thought that could be classified as a feeling but boy was I wrong.

Despite my better judgement, or thanks to the lack thereof, I reach out and grab my songwriting notebook. I flip through the pages to find the one song I had been working on for months and only finished it a week ago. It was meant as a closure song, something remarkable to help me overcome the dread of letting go of my crush on Rae. Yeah, seems to me it didn't work, seems to me I never let go of it. Although it's far from surprising, it's still disappointing to see how whipped and simultaneously pathetic I am. I regret not taking better control of my feelings sooner but the damage has already been done, there's no use dwelling on it. I gotta look forward and if I'm being honest, what's 'forward' doesn't look all that appealing either.

I read through the messily written lyrics, cringing at how narcissistic they now seem to me. They're focused on my feelings, my pathetic agony of the inevitable rejection I feel without Rae even having to do anything in particular to insinuate it. It makes me feel like a real asshole now that I actually analyze it better, looking at it from a different angle.

Not even once in these lyrics have I mentioned why I've fallen for this girl. Nowhere has it been mentioned what makes her so amazing and wonderful.

I wrote this song thinking it was for her but it's now that I realize it was for me all along.

I make a mental note to modify the lyrics later, scribbling over the worst lines and verses that I'll definitely replace with something more meaningful, something that'll come from the heart and not from the desperate need to let go of the whirlpool of feelings I have for Rae because that's not a real motive here.

With that in mind already, it's put in the second place of my mental to-do list. First, I have something more important to do.

I flip back to the blank page, clicking my pen a couple of times before writing the title at the top of the page.

'Heather (My Version)'

Just then my phone vibrates with a text.

Corpse: Where the hell are you???

I roll my eyes.

Me: Technical difficulties

Corpse: Yeah right

Corpse: Good thing Emma made it, otherwise you'd be DEAD

I leave him on seen, putting my phone on silent as I chuck it on the beanbag chair in the corner of the room, not paying it any mind whatsoever. The further it remains from my reach, the more I'll be able to focus without any distractions.

I really don't need any of those with this newfound task at hand. What is it, you may be wondering, well let me tell you.

Rewriting that old song will be nice for a song to add to my album as another chapter in my life but it won't cut it in the actual love department. I need to and want to make a song for for her. A song for her ears only to let her know that she shouldn't be wasting tears on that asshole. A song that will tell her that he's not worth it and that she should let go and that she'll have my full support throughout this difficult process. A breakup is never easy and I've taken it upon myself to do all I can to help her through it.

But I'm a singer, so I can't just say that to her. No, I have to be extra.

I don't know where these lyrics came from and how they inhabited my head so quickly considering I was blocked of any motivation or ideas by a literal bricked wall about fifteen minutes ago. It's true what they say - life's event are the motive, your mind just has to conjure them with your emotions to create something unique and special. While this may not be the most unique since it's a twist of an already existing song, there's not a doubt in my heart that it'll be special.

I hope Rae thinks so as well.

* * * * *

Here goes nothing

Me: Hey, are you doing better?

...

Rae: Yeah, slowed down a bit on the crying lol

Rae: How'd the stream go?

Um...good question....

Me: It was fine, boring without you tho

Rae: Oh you flatter me but I ain't buying it

Me: Ask anyone, they'll tell you the same thing

On second thought, please don't. I don't want you thinking I see you the same way everyone else does. I mean, I do wanna give hints of some kind.

Rae: Nah I trust you :P

*sigh* Here goes nothing - part 2

Me: Btw, I wanted to show you something

Rae: What is it?

Me: Something that'll hopefully cheer you up

With that I send the short video I filmed of myself singing the spinoff lyric to Conan Grey's 'Heather'. I've watched it a dozen times before even texting her but I still tap it so I can view it one more time, probably at the same time as Rae.

🎶

God, I'm blushing so hard and my hair's a mess and she can see how messy my room is in the background. Shit, how didn't I notice this before?! Why didn't I re-record it?

Well at least it sounds decent...

Oh God, does it?

If it does, why hasn't she replied yet? Did it creep her out? Does it seem to desperate? Is it too cheesy?

I nearly drop my phone when it starts ringing, startling the life out of me. My soul returns to my body just to leave it once again at the sight of Rae's name on the screen.

"H-Hi?" I stutter out, unsure of my own voice and that very casual word people - including myself - throw around so often.

"Y/N that was beautiful." She says, sniffling again which makes me think my message has fallen on deaf ears.

"But you're still crying." I whine/complain, disappointed in myself and my lack of ability to make one of the most important people in my life happy.

"Not because of Steven, you dummy. Because of you. Because of those lyrics..." she trails off for a moment, leaving me in a painful state of suspense, "Cause I finally know you feel the same."

Um, run that by me again?!?!

"Rae, I..." I struggle to find the words to say what I'm thinking. I don't even know what I'm feeling at this point. "I don't know what you're saying. I mean, I know what you're saying but I don't want to misunderstand or-"

"Ok, Y/N listen, no offense but you can be really dense sometimes." She laughs, leaving me confused and in-between possible answers, neither of which I want to think is the correct one to avoid the phenomena of wishful thinking and let too much on. "To me, you too are Heather."

"Oh....yeah, I really am dense..." I'm still tangled up in a web of disbelief so THAT's the answer I give. Luckily it makes her giggle which is positive.

"You are but I like it. You pull it off well." She says, turning my cheeks a deep shade of red.

I believe enough has been said to paint a picture. The rest remains between the two of us.

* * * * *

I've just finished modifying the lyrics to that horrendous song I wrote, making it more authentic than ever. I smile to myself as I flip the notebook closed and put it down on the desk gently as opposed to the way I chucked it earlier. Really goes to show that it's all a matter of the mindset I'm in.

The door to my room is flung open showering the shadows with the light from the hallway. My desk lamp is the only source of light in here so the silhouette in the doorway is just that - a silhouette with no features I can make out other than that messy mob of curls which tells me it's none other than my brother.

"What the fuck was that disappearing act all about?!" He asks, clearly frustrated as he flicks the light on, causing my eyes to squint.

"I told you I was having technical difficulties." I attempt to defend myself, feeling no real guilt though.

"Oh please, I ain't falling for that crap." He narrows his eyes at me as he plops himself down in the beanbag chair. "You can forget about that help I offered you."

I scoff, smirking victoriously, "I don't need it. I got the song and I got the girl."

His eyes widen in shock as he straightens his posture, "What?"

Ah, I forgot - he doesn't know about my crush on Rae.

"What?" I reply dumbly, knowing full well that won't get me out of this shit I deliberately threw myself into.

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[bloodyhell-lucifer]

Daddy is the devil | Lucifer Morningstar

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x fem!reader

Summary: Reader is one of Chloe’s best friends and they haven't seen each other for a long time so the decision was made. Finally a sleepover at Chloe’s house since Chloe has a day off of work and Dan took Trixie with him to have some dad-daughter time. What they didn't know is that Lucifer will come with unexpected visit and reader’s shirt will cause such a mess.

Warning: language, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), praise kink, daddy kink, +18

Based on this request: Hello, I hope you are doing well, I would like to politely request a one shot (or more if it inspires you, you do you) from Lucifer, you can do whatever you want with it, reader insert, oc, smut, no smut, totally up to you but I would like it to involve Lucifer meeting/seeing the reader/character (preferably female, gender neutral is also fine) wearing that crop top from Blackcraft that says “Satan Is My Daddy” please and thank you

Notes:

Thank you so much for this request sweet anon! I couldn’t wait to write it down because this idea was so cool.

To be honest it’s my first real one request so I’m pretty excited and also this is my first smut so I’m not so proud about it. I think I don’t know how to write them. Someone teach me?

If there are some mistakes let me know because English isn’t my first language so as soon as possible I’ll correct it.

If you would like to send me a message, ask me about something or send me a request about imagine then the link is in my bio so feel free to message me! I would like to know you better and read your ideas and write them down😄

If you guys like my shitty writings you can follow me for more. I’ll be posting new things sooner than you think and thanks for so much activity under my posts and all the follows, it means a lot and I love u so so much xx

You and Chloe had everything planned for tonight. When you were talking on the phone to discuss the details you decided to have a movie night with some alcohol. You bought some wine, chips and sweets for you and your friend to have some snacks. Feeling of excitement was huge about finally seeing your friend after such a long time. You showed up at Chloe’s door about seven pm ringing a bell to her door. After few seconds the door were open and Chloe lean out from behind of it.

“Oh my god hi girl, so good to finally see you.” she enveloped you in a big hug wrapping her hands around your neck.

“Hi Chloe, long time no see.” you hugged her back. With a gesture of her hand she invited you inside and you stepped in.

After two hours you two were slightly drunk and making fun comments over character that was on the screen of tv during the movie.

“So tell me Chloe, some time ago you were taking to me on the phone about that guy you were working with that just have some attitude and always have something to tell and joke about. What was his name again? Lucian?” You asked her taking other sip from glass of wine.

“Lucifer to be exact. His name is Lucifer.” on her face appeared frown and she raised her brows. “Why you asking?”

“Just asking. You like him?” Hint of concern could be felt coming from your lips.

“Of course I like him. I work with him. He’s my partner.” she responded and nervously began to rub her hands against her thighs.

“You know that’s not what I meant. Is he that handsome that it’s bothering you?” you got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen to pour yourself another glass of wine since you finished the last one.

“Please stop. He’s definitely not my type. He’s arrogant, has got a big ego and always have that stupid smile on his face every time we go somewhere.” She folded her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes.

“Oh I hope I’ll meet him someday. I want to know who’s working with my best friend.” you winked at her and laughed along Chloe.

“Some day for sure.” Chloe was praying that this whole Lucifer topic will end with that. “Tell me you have someone?” She tried to change the topic of that conversation.

“Of course not. Some time ago I had a date with this guy named Brian but it didn’t go well and I lost hope for finding someone.” You said going back to couch and putting your glass on the coffee table that was in front of you. “Listen I’m gonna go and change because this jeans are so uncomfortable and I’m losing my shit with them” You grabbed your bag and went to bathroom to change. You picked your normal pjs which were just crop top with caption ‘Satan is my daddy’ on it and black bottoms.

“Oh Jesus Y/N what a shirt” Chloe blurted as soon as she saw you.

“It’s just a crop top Chloe. Can you just chill? We are already drinking a second bottle of wine and you still seem so stressed about something.” You declared after seeing her sitting so tense. One of the movies you’ve chosen was still playing in the room and none of you was watching it so Chloe switched it to music channel.

“Y/N I’m so sorry. I know I screwed this up. I’ve been stressed about work and Trixie and I don’t know what to do. I hoped I will invite you, we will have fun together after long time and this feelings would go away, but I guess it doesn’t go away and I can’t have fun. I messed up” she sighed and got up from the couch to just stand in front of you having her hands on your shoulder.

“We’re all humans after all, Chloe. I get it and I understand. You don’t have to worry. We can talk about it if you want and we still have time to make it fun. Go get change into your pj’s and and I’m expecting you turning back with a smile on your face.” You smirked to her and went up to set new snacks on coffee table.

When Chloe returned she didn’t have time to say anything because the bell from the door rang immediately.

“Did you invite anyone else?” You asked curiously.

“Of course not. Just you and me. No one else.” She added going to the door to check who was that. You were just standing right behind her.

She opened the door and Chloe saw the the last person she wanted to see today.

“What are you doing here?” She hissed and it was obvious that she didn’t want that person’s presence. You still couldn’t see who that person was.

“Oh don’t be so rude detective. I was in the neighbourhood and I thought that I’ll stop by with a visit.” You heard men’s strong deep voice with a British accent.

Chloe was so tired of this. She didn’t have strength to fight with that man and let him in and then you saw him. The man was a lot taller than you, shit he towered over you. You were so shock seeing that handsome man that you though that you were having a hallucinations seeing a Greek god. He had pitch black hair with little stubble. His hazel brown eyes were twisting into yours like he wanted to see every inch of your soul. Of course his devilish smile was there too to give him another hundred points to looking too fuckin’ good. He was dressed in fancy black suit and black button up that hugs his body so perfectly. You could see from distance that under all that suit he must be having a nice, trained body. Is that legal to look that handsome? You though to yourself.

“Bloody hell detective, I didn’t know you were having a company.” He sent you an evil grin and came into your way. Chloe stood there and she was about to say something when that man spoke to you.

“Hi, my name is Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar.” He stepped closer to you and took your hand in his. He kissed the top of your hand.

“Like the devil?” You asked and you didn’t know if to laugh or to start panicking.

“Don’t bring my dad into this darlin’. Yeah, like the devil.” He still was having that smirk that could knock you off of your feet by any second. “And you are?”

“I’m Y/N” you gulped suddenly feeling naked under Lucifer’s gaze.

“Oh that’s a real beautiful one” he responded and lean in just to be few centimetres away from your figure. He took one of strands of your hair and put them behind your ear whispering to you. “I really like your shirt baby.”

You wanted to say something, anything but you just couldn’t. You didn’t want to believe that is was that guy Lucifer that you were asking Chloe about.

“Okey enough, Lucifer. Leave Y/N alone. What do you want?” Chloe closed the door behind him and asked Lucifer with frown on her face and furrowed brows. She had her hands on her hips and she really looked like she was not in the mood for such things.

“I said loud and clear I came just to check on you, but now as I see your friend I might want something.” He chuckled and looked at you again. You were so intimidated by his presence that you were looking down at the floor in that moment with blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“Can you stop being the perv that you actually are? If you don’t stop you’ll have to leave.” She urged staying in the hallway. Chloe really was pissed off.

“Okey dokey.” Lucifer raised his hands up in a gesture of surrender and he stepped back from you and went to the living room and you and Chloe follow along.

“Okey ladies, let’s start the night properly” Lucifer loud voice echoed through the room and you already had known that you gonna regret it later.

Chloe told you and Lucifer that she had enough of drinking and that’s it. She was not the one to convince so you and Lucifer were left to the alcohol that still was in the house. After another two bottles of wine and another two hours later in the night Chloe’s phone started buzzing and within moments she went to grab it and answered the call leaving the room. You knew you two were pretty drunk but you could still manage with yourself. Lucifer on the other hand after that two hours ended up with his shirt half unbuttoned and messed up hair after you challenged him to do so. You couldn’t get your eyes off of him sitting like that with his legs spread out and your whole body was screaming to straddle his lap. You though you were going to drool yourself at sight of his muscular torso. You felt pretty damn wet in your panties after sights like this.

“Guys I’m leaving for now. I’ll be right back but Dan called me saying that Trixie is burning up and probably having a fever. I’m going to pick her up. I have already ordered a taxi. Please don’t do something stupid. Y/N, I’m counting on you” Chloe shouted to you putting on her shoes, already changed and slumming her front door shut.

“Guess we have some time alone sweetheart.” Black-haired man said to you turning his head towards you. He put one of his massive hands on your thigh and you sighed after his touch touching your sensitive skin. Your knees were touching and you felt shiver running down your spine. His face was millimetres away from yours. The pad of his thumb running across your bottom lip making you tremble. Your breath hitched as Lucifer smirked at you.

“What do you say baby girl? I know you want me.” He seductively admitted. His deep voice echoing through your years. You felt like you were in trance. Thoughts and consequences be damned, you wanted him more than you’d ever wanted anything, and fuck anything that was in your way.

His thumb moving away from your lips as he was leaning in closer to you. His lips ghosting over yours. His hands cupped your face with his two hands caressing your cheeks. Both of you starred at each other. Your eyes fluttered closed as Lucifer laid his lips on yours. He kissed you passionately, your lips moving in sync. Lucifer’s eyes fluttering closed as well. He grabbed a hold of your hair pulling at them causing a moan felt from your lips as the kiss began to got deeper and needer. You decided to make a move and straddle his lap. His fingers moved from your jaw to your hips digging into them harshly. Your fingers quickly unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on his shirt. Your hands didn’t waste time to trail down his muscular torso what made him groan into the kiss. You broke the kiss first moving your head down towards his exposed chest, pressing your lips against it. You trailed wet, sloppy kisses down his chest, then down towards his stomach. Stopping above the waistline of his pants. Lucifer smirked down at you, as you got on your knees. Looking up at him, as you undid the button of his pants, then unzipped the zip pulling his pants down, as well as his boxers, you freed his growing bulge. Lucifer let out a hiss, as his cock sprang up, while you bit your lip. You stared at his big cock in awe making your way back to the couch to sit next to him.

“You like what you see baby girl? Would you like daddy’s cock in your tight, little pussy of yours? He asked grabbing a firm hold of your jaw making you look him straight into his eyes.

“Hell yes, please daddy” you said arching your back to get some friction from your actions.

Lucifer lowered you to the mattress, your back met the rough material of the living room’s couch. It felt so inviting, so intimidating. You wanted that so badly, your entire body screamed for pleasure. You felt air leave your lungs because of the handsome man has begun to kiss your neck. Your chest were heaving, you raised a hand to the base of his neck and held him there as he sucked strong marks onto your skin. Little moan left you, while your body began to surrender to him.

“You’ll be in hell soon darlin’. Sorry baby but this shirt needs to get out with rest of your clothes but it’s so beautiful and welcoming.” He quickly made you get rid of your clothes quickly. When Lucifer bended down while still keeping his brown eyes locked with yours his tongue swiped a lick atop your breast, then immediately took your stiffened tit in his mouth to suck. His other hand worked on massaging your other breast and you forgot about everything around you and let your body take over as your mouth produced another groan. That’s when he decided to pull your nipple lightly in between his teeth.

“Oh, fuck,” you exhaled the curse in ecstasy.

“Naughty girl aren’t you.” Lucifer grinned, but his tone suggested he’s aroused with your language. His hand ran down the plane of your stomach and slipped down to feel your pulsing desire. You could see it in his eyes how pleased he is at the amount of slickness he felt coating his fingers. He toyed with your clit in deliberately slow circles, and you whined at his touch while moving your hips to receive more stimulation. But Lucifer’s fingers went on to explore further inside you, and you couldn’t hold back the gasp that left your lips as he began to stretch you. He bended down again so that his face is above yours, cologne so strong yet soothing. Lucifer’s kisses were hot and needy. His tongue made a reappearance and became acquainted with yours. Your next gasp bled into a groan into his mouth when he added another finger.

“Yeah, please daddy, I want your cock so bad inside me.” you practically begged.

His fingers may be removed from your sopping heat, but in their place, Lucifer’s bending cock slided between your legs to coat it with your wet pussy. Dark haired man finally entered you. Your back lifted off the bed as you let out a lust-filled cry. It was a tight and delicious fit with your muscles constricting around his eager girth. The man’s lips twisted up at the sound and creates his own unbridled groan.

“Spread your legs wide, babydoll. Take the devil all in.” He was so big you didn’t even know how you can adjust, but your body found a way to relax enough for Lucifer to slide in deeper.

Your eyes squeezed shut at how he stretched you fully, but your voice begged him to move, to give you more. He went on to create a steady rhythm with his hips and all with that filthy comments on how tight and perfect you felt around him. You made another desperate noise as you continue your ascent, which prompts him to ask between grunts, “Speak, love. What do you need from daddy?”

“Your big hands with your fingers daddy” you somehow told with filling voice your need amidst your hedonistic sounds.

“It’s going to the direction I didn’t know it’s going” Lucifer laughed with devilish smirk upon his face.

It was what you need after all, the extra stimulation to bring you closer and closer to what could be the strongest orgasm of your life. In a series of ‘yes’s and curses, you reached another plane of existence. Flashes of white light grew behind your eyes while your mouth widened. Lucifer, in turn, exhaled a shaky and pleasurable moan as your body repeatedly constricted and pulled around his cock.

“Oh shit, doll, just right there.” He came inside you, hot and fast, and you feel the descent of your high flow through you. Every part of you was warm and exhilarated and thoroughly pleased. When Lucifer pulled out from you, he rolled over back onto the couch. His grin read that his own desires have been fulfilled. You knew you got yourself into a deep shit and there’s no way going back.

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[sugamamacustard]

Sweet little chick

 Pairing: Mafia boss! Alpha! Sugawara Koushi! X Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Yandere

Request: N/A

Summary: The Karasuno Crows fell to the will of one person and one person alone. You were expected to do the same to the mama crow.

Warnings:  Slight/Yandere! Themes. Stockholm Syndrome, Collars, dresses, blood/core/ mafia compliant violence. 

Author’s Note:  An anon on my main blog (Shameless plug, it’s @angstyclowns​) sent me an amazing message and I took care of myself for once and now I’m super motivated! Also, I’m tried keeping this gender neutral, but reader does end up in a dress and thigh highs, so I’m sorry for that!

Requests: Open!

Disclaimer: I do not condone the acts below, please do not kidnap people you fancy and force them to stay against their will until they pull a beauty and the beast. Thanks for reading!

Sugawara Koushi

➵ You weren’t sure how long you had been there. 

➵ In fact, at this point you weren’t sure you cared. 

➵ You were respected here. People groveled on their knees at your feet for your favor, just to make you smile.

➵ Because if you liked them, your alpha was less likely to slit their throats. You were a direct link to getting in the alpha’s good graces.

➵ At first, you hated it. Hated the feeling of people begging you for their lives.

➵ And sometimes, sometimes late at night, you hated it now too. Hated how their screams still rung in your ears, begging and pleading for you to help.

➵ Most times, your alpha tried to keep you out of the bloody weeds of his business, but some times, when Noya or Hinata weren’t quick enough to stop a new guy who royally messed up from begging you to call off the hit.

➵  At that point, you had to hide in your nest, close your eyes and cover your ears until Suga came to comfort you.

➵ In the beginning you would smack him away, but now you craved his touch. His hugs, his purrs, his words of reassurance, anything he would give to you to settle your fears. 

➵ You weren’t sure why you pushed him away in the first place, as you were much better now. You were getting help after the untimely death of your parents (Car accident), you had friends (Suga allowed you to keep company with some of the other crows’ omegas), and everything you wanted at the snap of your fingers.

➵ You were perfectly content with life as it was. 

➵ But that didn’t mean you didn’t have your own rules to follow. 

➵ Your alpha had several rules to follow, especially because of the role he played. 

➵ When he had meetings with Fukorodani or Nekoma, you were to sit on his lap, in whatever tight little number you were gifted that day, and stay quiet. Occasionally, Daichi (Who ran Karasuno along side Suga) would bring his own omega and you two would be allowed to talk quietly among yourselves or play Animal crossing together. 

➵ If you had a concern or comment, you would whisper it to Koushi, who would either allow you to share or re-word it himself.

➵ The other leaders thought you were the second cutest thing in their worlds (Their own omegas holding first. But you were reminded them of their own omegas they left at home) and always listened when you spoke, treating you like a valid member of the Karasuno crew.

➵ Which you were. 

➵ But not in the same sense as everyone else. You were more-or-less an innocent bystander that held the title. 

➵ Under no circumstances however, were you allowed to talk to someone that wasn’t approved by Koushi. Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa (Read, Iwaizumi), even Ushijima were all approved, their omegas too, but no one else. 

➵ They understood this, growling at their guards and anyone else they brought for a meeting to stay away. 

➵ But unfortunately, not all people took the gracious warnings they provided. 

➵ The day started off like it normally did, with Suga waking up far earlier than you cared to know. 

➵ He pecked your lips while you groggily watched him get ready, button his shirt while you sat up to run your hands through his hair.

➵ “Do you have to leave so early, Koushi?” You whined, pulling him down once more to hug him tightly. He chuckled in your ear, pecking your cheek before prying you off. 

➵ “Unfortunately I do, sweet thing. But I promise, I’ll back to pick you up for the meeting later.”  A final kiss was pressed to your lips before your alpha was off, tightening his tie on the way out and slinging on his suit jacket.

➵ Predictably so, you went back to bed, sleeping until a knock on the door woke you up. 

➵ Hinata walked in slowly, beaming down at you brightly before setting down a silver and gold box and walking back out, closing the door behind him. You liked Hinata. He seemed to have a second sense to when you wanted to talk or when you just wanted your alpha.

➵ His omega was lucky. 

➵ But you were more lucky. You got to see your alpha soon, since he always had your dresses delivered in the time frame that allowed you to get ready right before Suga would show up to pick you up

➵ So you shakily got up, stretching and yawning before picking  up the box and sliding off the top. The dress inside was a velvet black up until the bodess, which was a sweetheart neckline. From there, a mesh overcoat covering your shoulders and arms hooked around your neck. It was beautiful. 

➵ So you slipped it on quickly, styling your hair with dry shampoo and whatever else you deemed appropriate and slipping some black thigh highs to match  before clipping on the final accessory

➵ It was a pristine white collar that buckled around your neck, with a small white bell and a hanging heart charm that simply said your name. It wasn’t as extravagant as the other omegas’ collars, but it suited Suga-- who, in a way, owned you. 

➵ Like clockwork. the moment you finished tightening the collar your alpha was knocking on the door, opening it soon after and smiling at you. 

➵ He was in a different suit then what he left in and his knuckles were wrapped, but you didn’t want to question it. 

➵ “Ready to go?” 

➵ You nodded excitedly, hooking your arm with his and making your way out of the room. He grabbed your switch (Which he had gifted you, custom with your favorite colored joycons) on the way out, soon leading you to the ‘meeting room’. 

➵ Daichi and Kuroo both smiled from their conversation when you two finally made your entrance, nodding in your direction. 

➵ Suga sat in his chair, allowing you to sit in his lap right after before passing you the gaming console and starting the meeting. (Kuroo and Daichi said something about how lucky Suga was that you were ‘ready’ whatever that meant)

➵ You didn’t care to listen, probably for the better, only playing animal crossing with small hums leaving you. 

➵ Twenty minutes in and all was fine with minimal disagreement on whatever was going on. At least, minimal trouble for the alphas.

➵ You felt a sense of unease set over you while you were playing a while ago but hoped it would just disappear. 

➵ But it never did. 

➵ You looked up to see Suga completely enveloped in the conversation with Kuroo and Daichi, so it wasn’t him, nor the other two alphas. 

➵ Looking around, you noted it wasn’t any of the Karasuno crows that were in there. 

➵ All the usual people Kuroo brought with him were focusing on the void. 

➵ All but one. You had never seen him before but he looked slimy from here. Even Lev (One of Kuroo’s bodyguards that got along with literally everyone, including you) was standing far away from him.

➵ His hair was greasy and blue. A gross as blue that looked like he tried to go for silver but failed. 

➵ It was disgusting to you and he was staring directly at you. Who tf was this guy???

➵  You mindlessly nuzzled back into Suga’s arms, which made him falter and look down at you before going back to the conversation (A land deal?) 

➵ But the feeling never faltered. 

➵ You had tried getting up to go the bathroom once during the meeting but the feeling at you sitting right back down, trying so hard to focus on your game. Your scent was burnt slightly, which set Suga on edge, but what made it even worse was when the boy- smelled like beta- offered to take you off of Suga’s hands for the meeting. 

➵ “A frail thing like her shouldn’t be in the company of such vile conversation topics, yeah?” 

➵ “We’re talking about land, what about that is vile?” Suga sneered, switching from looking at you to the man. He could tell you were off the moment you burrowed into him.

➵ There weren’t any excited giggles coming from you if you discovered something new. No squeals of joy when you finally, finally caught that fish you had been trying to catch for however long. Nothing. Silence and tense muscles.

➵ He had been trying to figure out what was wrong with you the entire time until it suddenly clicked. 

➵ The male spoke and you were grabbing his shirt like a lifeline.

➵ It was him. 

➵ This beta was making his omega uncomfortable. 

➵  Kuroo and Daichi picked up on this fairly quickly, Kuroo already apologizing to Daichi before looking to the Beta. 

➵ Suga didn’t hear what they said, but he felt Daichi pushing you and him out of the room. A silent promise in his eyes.

➵ He picked you up effortlessly, taking you to your room and setting you in your nest and scenting you excessively

➵ You whimpered and allowed him to do so, the switch being discarded somewhere. 

➵ Suga held you to his chest for hours after that, silently planning  ever terrible thing he would unleash unto the unsuspecting beta. 

➵ there was nothing in the world Suga wouldn’t do for you. 

➵ He killed for you once and he’d do it again over and over again.

➵ Whether it be faking a car accident or disposing of trash, keeping eyes on you with specially planted agents, Suga was willing to do everything for you. 

➵ And he certainly had the means to do so.

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[beforeoursunsets]

aud. i'm so obsessed with literally EVERYTHING on your masterlist. ugh chefs kiss af. as for the request: since i haven't seen this trope on your account yet, what about some good ole amnesia? like one day draco gets wiped OUT by a bludger, wakes up, and forgets being in love with the reader. i just know you'd do this justice ILY

Amnesia - d.m

a/n: hiiii anon! tysm for the love you are so kind and i hope i didn't totally butcher this request!!! also im too tired to come up with an original title,, lol enjoy <33

house: slytherin

word count: 1.7k

warnings: just amnesia but idk if that counts, oh and a sorta open ending dont kill me

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You almost fell out of your seat, a cry escaping you as Draco plummeted nearly fifteen meters to the grass below. The astounding crack and thud sent the entire stadium quiet, Madam Hooch and her surrounding professors racing to the unconscious blond.

“Is he…” Pansy breathed, “...alive?”

Concern, etched on both of your faces, felt like a complete understatement compared to how you actually felt about the incident. Grabbing the coat you’d almost left behind, Parkinson followed along as you went straight for the infirmary.

Minutes later she had to slow down, unable to keep up with your running pace. Once she was finally able to catch up, Pansy found you bickering with Madam Pomfrey, begging her to let you inside the hospital wing.

“No you listen,” The matron scowled, “you can visit him tomorrow morning. Mr. Malfoy needs ample time to rest.” She said with finality.

You gave up, irritably walking towards your panting friend while dragging her back in the direction she had just come from. Tears stained your cheeks, but the weeping was gone momentarily, replaced with newfound disdain for Madam Pompfrey.

“She won’t tell me anything.” You complained, pacing in the Slytherin common room. “From what I know they could be embalming him right now!”

“Y/N, I think we both just need to relax right now. I don’t think Draco’s dead,” Pansy reassured you. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

After a long night of restless tossing and turning, you were out of bed the minute the sun rose. Thankfully it was a Saturday, and with no classes to attend you could spend the entire day in the hospital wing. Once you were inside, she would have to drag you out of there herself.

You pulled one of your boyfriend’s sweaters, holding it close to you as the cold morning air nipped your skin. With your best friend at your side, you pushed open the infirmary door, eyes searching for the injured boy.

Madam Pomfrey motioned for you to stay quiet, narrowing in her eyes as she did so.

You found Draco quickly, as he was the only other student in the room. His arm and left leg were bandaged up, his neck in a brace to hold it steady. The mere sight of him made your knees grow heavy, threatening to send you to the ground if you weren’t clutching onto his bed.

Pansy put a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you, “Hey, look, he’s waking up.” She whispered.

Slowly, his eyes opened, grimacing at the room’s lighting. Draco looked down at his hand entwined with yours, hesitantly recoiling it.

“Pansy? What’s going on?” He asked, his voice raspy.

You were almost taken aback. Never had you been insecure about his friendship with Parkinson, but it was like he didn’t even see you standing beside him. She looked almost uncomfortable, dealt with his awkward inquiry.

“One of the Ravenclaw beaters took you down with a bludger…” She prompted, trying to kickstart his recollection of last night’s quidditch game.

“Oh.” He responded simply.

“Are you serious?” You cut in, “You almost died and that’s the best you can say?”

Draco had finally made eye contact, looking back at you incredulously, “Why are you wearing my sweater?”

“And why is L/N even here?” He asked Pansy, turning away from you.

The matron picked up on the conversation, now concerned herself. “Miss L/N, I think it’s best for you to leave.”

“Of course I’m here, I’m your girlf--”

“I said, I think it’s best for you to leave.” She reiterated.

You were utterly confused, sending Pansy a look of near despair. “What’s wrong with him?”

“Leave. Now.”

After you had begrudgingly left the hospital wing, Pansy stayed behind as requested by Madam Pomfrey. Draco had seemed to recognize his friend, unlike you, who had only befuddled him.

She pulled your friend to the side, beginning to explain Draco’s condition now that you were out of sight. “I’m starting to believe that Mr. Malfoy here has suffered a brain injury after his fall. For how long have he and Miss L/N been together?” She inquired.

“Over a year,” She responded quickly.

Returning to his bedside, Madam Pomfrey began asking Draco a series of questions, trying to pinpoint how far his memory had recoiled. “What year are you in?”

“Fourth, obviously.” He drawled, “What does that have to do with anything?”

“And what was the last thing you remember?” She prodded.

“The goblet of fire,” Draco responded, “bloody Potter managed to cheat the damn thing.” He spat.

Pansy looked at Madam Pomfrey with concern, that had happened two years ago.

“Would anyone care to explain what bludger you’ve been blabbering about? And why has L/N stolen my jumper? Can someone tell me what’s going on!” Draco quickly grew frustrated by the women’s secretive conversations, demanding answers at once.

“Draco,” She began, “you’re a sixth year--and Y/N--she’s your girlfriend.”

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“What do you mean he doesn’t remember me?” You cried out in exasperation.

“He knows who you are,” Pansy explained, “he just has no memory of your relationship. It’s like he’s still a fifteen year old.”

Never had you imagined Draco could forget you so suddenly, so entirely. It was like one of your worst nightmares had sprung to life. “I need to talk to him.” You responded, getting off your bed.

He had been released from the hospital a few hours prior, now on strict bedrest. You knew he’d be in his room, and luckily, you had a key.

Unlocking his bedroom door, you knocked on the oak wood as it slowly creaked open, signalling that someone was there. “Draco?”

He was laying on top of his comforter, nose buried in his journal. Clearly he was trying to piece together the last two years of his life, your life together. You had hoped that something in there could possibly trigger his memory, a hope that would only set you up for disappointment.

“You can come in,” He spoke gruffly, his eyes still trained on the ivory pages littered with his handwriting.

You sat at the edge of his bed, the distance between him and you feeling so foreign. “I write about you a lot.” He almost chuckles, scanning one last entry.

“You really don’t remember?”

He shook his head regretfully, “No, I don’t.” He apologized, “But I really wish I did, honest. From what it looks like, I was seriously in love with you.”

I was, his voice repeated in your head. Who would’ve thought that one sentence could pierce your heart so deeply. “If it helps--” Draco piped up.

“I still fancy you, even now--or back then--I don’t really know how to talk about it.” He rambled, somehow eliciting a small laugh from you.

“Well I’m just happy to hear you confirm it, I’ve always had my suspicions about our timeline.” You smiled softly, the air filled with a bittersweet tension.

“You know, I can come back.” Getting back on your feet, you went for the door, suddenly feeling like an intruder.

Draco held a hand out to stop you, softly closing the journal to his left. “No, don’t go.” He pleaded, “I have so many questions.”

You sighed, tentatively sitting back down a few feet away. He cleared his throat, and by the look on his face Draco was actively trying to pull back a memory, any sort of recollection of you he could muster.

“How did it, you know, happen? Us, I mean.” He asked after a moment.

Fighting a smile, you replied with “Well, you and I both know we had fought since the moment you stepped foot in the common room, it wasn’t just two years ago.”

“How could I forget?”

“At the end of our fifth year you got into a bit of a tussle with Cormac again, something about how you were the only one allowed to bully me.” You laughed, “After that, I had my own personal bodyguard--on the rare occasions you were being decent.”

“People were messing with you? Why?” He asked, suddenly concerned.

“There were a lot of rumors going ‘round back then, most of them about my romantic affairs.” Rolling your eyes, you added “All about you, of course.”

Draco’s fallen smile was back and brighter than before, “Nice to know I’ve always been a nuance.”

“It wasn’t always that way.” You clarified, “We had some really good times, and no one--not even Pansy or Blaise--expected you to be such a romantic.”

He sighed, “I just wish I could remember it. It’s all there, I know it is, but no matter how hard I try the memories stay locked up somewhere.”

You moved closer, placing a hand over his, “Don’t worry about it, I’m sure they’ll come back sooner than later. Besides, I won your heart once, I have full confidence that I can do it again.”

“Did the part where I mentioned my current massive crush on you just fly right over your head?”

“How could I forget?” You mimicked, “I’m just glad you’re okay, Draco, your fall had us all freaked out.”

“Is it weird?” He asked out of the blue, “Talking to me?”

You thought about his question for a moment, as there aren’t enough words in the dictionary to describe exactly how it all felt. “It is weird, I suppose. Honestly, if anything I’m scared, scared that your feelings for me won’t be the same after the accident. I have all these memories of the last year with you and the only thing left of them is that journal of yours.”

“Believe me, I’ve read it.” He assured you, “The moment Madam Pomfrey released me I was practically glued to it.” Draco finally pulled you into a hug, the long awaited embrace feeling like a weight being lifted off your chest.

“It's awful to say, but I feel so lucky right now.” He mumbled into your hair, “I’m experiencing you all over again.”

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kanmom there's been so much homophobia in the fandom in the last 24h. between JK replying to that girl's instagram (she's a minor y'all back off, he's just being friendly even if he were straight, i 100% agree with your post) to the instant backlash to the even tenuous possibility that he could maybe like a genderqueer playlist (my man listens to kim petras! this isnt outside possibility! even if it did turn out to be fake!) i don't know i guess i thought this fandom would be better, it definitely talks about itself like it's better. today has been hard, as a nonbinary person. thanks for having an awesome blog, i appreciate you.

Ask 2:

That Nain girl is UNDERAGE in Korea, she's a high schooler for fucks sake. It's so weird and disturbing that his own fans think of him like that, especially when the message he sent her was incredibly innocent. I really hate this fandom sometimes, I really do.

Ask 3:

The depths that antis are willing to go to try to prove to themselves that JK is straight is messed up. This girl is 18 (19 in international age). She’s a literally a minor! They’re implying that JK is a predator at this point just to suit their narrative. Wtf.

Ask 4:

nain is a also minor that's a teenage girl anon anon is out here insinuating he's a creepy pedo because they are that desperate to cling to a false assumption of heterosexuality and link him to any woman that exist in the same sphere as him

It has not been a good day for this fandom.

I used to have higher expectations of the fandom, but then I did come to a realisation:

The fandom is not BTS. Many are fans not because of BTS, the members, who they are, what they stand for. Many are here not for the message in the music or the members personalities. They are here because they kind of like the music but even more so really really like the way the members look, and as such these young men have become part of these fans escape and fantasies. They feel ownership over them and if and when they don't play by those fans rules, all hell breaks out. We see that almost on a daily basis with everything Minkook and we see it every single time a member, especially one from the Maknae line, even dares to breath in the direction of a female.

I guess that by now you've seen my response to that Nain anon ask. There is no common sense, or what we like to refer to as critical thinking with these people. No limits, no boundaries either, no matter who gets hurt on the way.

But then again, I remember that this fandom is ginormous, and there are plenty good people within it, I mean look at y'all here with me.

So anons, chins up, because we are here. And as hard as these days seem we are here to support whichever member is under fire as well as each other.

#ask #anon

[purge-that-urge-rhackathon]

The CEO’s New Clothes

This was a commission from ‘anon’ who wanted a grumpy preg!Omega!Jack upset about his clothes not fitting anymore and having to finally give in to the fact that his body has significantly changed his options. Rhys loves how Jack looks and gets that across :D

Also on my ao3 here :) My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here.

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Rhys wisely kept his mouth shut as Jack dressed that morning.

It finally happened. Jack’s jeans revolted against him, the clink of the button that shot off and hit the mirror to land on the carpet currently being given a withering glare.

There was no more denying it. No more stretching and pulling at too-tight material.

His clothes didn’t fit. Jack was finally too big to pretend otherwise, and that fact was as obvious between them as the button that lay accusingly on the floor.

The omega CEO had been adamant that nothing about his handsome hero life had to change just because he finally let Rhys knock him up. For the majority of the pregnancy thus far, the young alpha had been trying to get Jack to slow down, or at least take it easy. He was the CEO. He was carrying their pups. If ever he wanted to be lazy and shrug off meetings, it was now.

But Jack went on as if his slowly-growing middle wasn’t knocking over prototypes in R&D, and that he wasn’t exclusively wearing his ratty yellow sweater by itself now because it was the only thing that could stretch over their twins. If Jack had ever felt like he needed to prove something as an omega before, it was nothing like it was now.

The button stared up accusingly at Jack, and the omega CEO’s eyes darted up to meet Rhys’ own in the mirror’s reflection. It sent a little thrill down the lithe alpha’s back, but he didn’t look away from his frowning mate.

“Don’t say it,” Jack muttered, looking back down at the button as his frown grew deeper.

“Wasn’t gonna say anything,” Rhys said, still watching his mate and hoping Jack wouldn’t fight this any longer.

He was bigger, yeah, definitely changed from the man in his posters if his jeans had anything to say about it, but the omega CEO was carrying their babies. Jack was strong and dangerous and growing life all at the same time. He was perfection but he— Handsome freaking Jack of all people- had trouble seeing it.

Rhys loved Jack’s body as it got bigger, signaling the healthy growth of their pups. He loved rubbing cocoa butter into the older man’s skin as it stretched. He wanted to make the omega CEO feel like a king, to be in comfort at home, but also when he insisted on going in to the office.

Like today.

But Jack had to finally admit defeat. He had outgrown all his clothes. He wasn’t the same man who’d done all those cool things. No amount of denial could make that button on the floor disappear.

Jack growled to himself under his breath. “…call the goddamn tailor, then. You win. Nothing fits.”

“Jack…”

“Don’t call my personal tailor, either. I’m gonna space them after they know what they’ll know.”

Rhys smirked despite that very real threat, and got off the bed to approach the older man from behind. He embraced him slowly, hooking his chin over his shoulder. “Jack, you’re gorgeous.”

“Shove it, kitten.”

“Where do you want me to shove it?” Rhys teased, trying to get the older man to smile.

Jack snorted. He was still all frowns, voice grumpy with resignation. “That’s what got us into this mess in the first place. You and those damn long legs of yours.”

Rhys pressed fond little kisses all about the upset omega’s neck. “You’re a badass, Jack. I get excited every time I look at you.” Jack scoffed and Rhys gave him a little squeeze. “You’re growing our babies, Jack. I mean, is there nothing you can’t do? I can’t do what you’re doing,” he pointed out, then added as an afterthought, “Heh, I can’t really do much you do at all...” That made one side of Jack’s frown twitch up. “You’re dangerous and sexy and watching you get big with our pups is like having a special front row seat for an exclusive Handsome Jack biopic no one else gets to see,” Rhys said maybe just a bit too obsessively, but it was true. “I love you like this, Jack. I really do. You’re amazing.”

“…I don’t even look like myself anymore,” Jack grumbled, taking hold of the yellow sweater clinging to him, and pulling it back so it snapped right to him when he let go. “I’m not that other guy… and nothing fits right.”

“You’re carrying our pups, love. Two of them.” Rhys hugged him tight. Jack shrugged a little, but the way Rhys scented his neck made him feel a little better. “I wish I could help you more with this. You’re doing everything by yourself.”

“…got that right,” he muttered, a palm protectively rubbing over his taut belly. “…these pups are taking after your height, too. Just to make me bigger.”

Rhys pressed a kiss to his jaw. “They’re gonna be strong like you, for sure,” Rhys purred. His hands rubbed possessively over Jack’s belly, and the omega CEO smirked at Rhys’ expression. “I’d have as many pups as you’d let me give you just to see you like this. You’re wonderful. Everyone should be jealous.”

Rhys’ eyes met Jack’s own in the reflection of the mirror, and the omega CEO’s mood lifted as he saw the gleam of very-real interest in Rhys’ eyes. To be looked at like that from such a pretty young thing like Rhys– even now all huge with their twins- was a powerful thing indeed.

“You’re obsessed, kitten. Like my worst stalker, Rhysie,” Jack said as he fought the smile trying to transform his pout. “Total creep.”

“Best stalker. I’m the one who got to marry you,” Rhys declared proudly, making Jack roll his eyes but finally smile.

Jack allowed Rhys to call up his usual tailor, and new measurements were taken with plenty of huffing on Jack’s part, but when the new clothing finally arrived and Jack realized he was comfortable and still looked good, he maybe understood a little bit what Rhys had been on about.

With the comparatively-smaller pregnancy of their third child, Jack saw no reason not to let Rhys have a fourth, and their family grew on par with Jack’s own ego as his clothing options increased.

Jack’s tailor happily outfitted the entire family.

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[clonehub]

there's no need to do anything more than like and/or reply to this post. you can certainly send an ask if you want, but remember that anon is off!

some examples of the strange or straight up incorrect survey responses I've received that attempt to call me out or otherwise hold me accountable for the things the respondent claims I said/did:

To this day, I have no idea what this person is talking about.

(back during halloween) people called me obsessive and then did this.

people called me immature and then did stuff like this (I've gotten a lot of toilet humor since opening the survey. in the beginning, we got quite a few thirst/pornographic comments, although we didn't think to screenshot them)

People also liked to jump to wild conclusions about my URL. A hub is a center of activity. I post almost exclusively about clones. hence clonehub. Tbh this isn't even the first person to accuse me of being a pornhub-inspired blog despite the near total lack of NSFW on here in general.

I don't know if yall remember when I was asking if nonautistic or trans people could write trans/autistic OCs--it was because of this response. I've used the "Loveable Brute" term in reference to Wrecker because....that's the name of the trope itself--and this person clearly hasn't seen how Rau himself describes Wrecker. I never mentioned Eckstein for the duration of this movement, to my knowledge. I also never body shamed anyone??? And the front page of both carrds is filled with donation links to various Maaori mutual aid/gfm-style donations. Idk what they're talking about with 17 year olds. Idk this one is a mess.

To the first point: By chance, I found the ask they're referring to, where I say I'd heard about complaints about sabine's LA actress. Besides that, I mentioned the issue once, and....it was actually mixed Asian/fully Asian people who were complaining.

The Angelina Jolie comparison? Also not me. The person who said that is Asian.

The essay they're referring to is one I'd posted here a little bit ago. Anon isn't aware that I was relying on Legends, which says the Ming Po are not human--and that I'd made that point as part of a series of species based on irl PoC who are considered non/nearhuman. Ironically, this information was brought to my attention by someone who, themselves, is Asian.

And finally, I'd answered an ask from someone who showed me whitewashed art by a member of the tbb creative team. my only response was "oh my god" or something similar. that's not an attack. I never targeted that creative team member, and I never passed commentary implying anything more than the art was terribly whitewashed. And since then, I never mentioned him again.

Whenever I talk about people crediting me with things I didn't say, or people putting words in my mouth, misrepresenting what I say/do, etc, this is what I'm talking about. All of this.

This isn't even all of the rude, misleading, or otherwise negative comments I received on the survey that were directed at me. This doesn't include the asks I've received or what people have said to/about me on twitter. The day I turned off anon was the day I received a rather hateful (and misleading) survey response, and it was also when I received a 5-page essay in my inbox calling me a bully, among other things. I didn't bother screenshotting it.

Anyways, these and finals is why I've been so slow recently! I want to say thanks to all the folks who've stuck by me, and the people who sent me supportive asks (I haven't answered them because I liked to save positive asks when I can).

People have been accusing me of bullying from the start. My memory is trash, but I remember the majority of the interactions I've had with people--and especially recently, I...haven't been talking much to folks about uwwtbb, or even about uwwtbb in general. These people never bring up examples. They never try to send links. And if they're concerned with what I'm doing, they never address it with me privately first--I say this because others (both mutuals and followers) can and have. Multiple times. And the issue is always cleared. It's clear that many of them misread and misinterpret what I write. It's also clear that people confuse me for mutuals (?? lol) and also straight up lie about what I'm saying or doing (hence why I got an anon asking if I was deleting a few days ago).

This is what I've been dealing with recently! Since it's only been getting worse, the survey is closed and anon is off. But again--thanks to everyone who's supported me and this movement thus far.

#CH posts #long post #unsanitary tw #racism tw #whew it's been. rough. #like if I didn't have irl friends to talk me through some of the more heinous things idk where I'd be mentally and emotionally rn #ask to tag #psa #i guess? #anyways yeah. if ive been getting this can only imagine what some of my other friends got #bc ik its been rough for them too