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writerkimmieahyoungieyurawr · 2 years

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Jennie’s Palace Encounter

Requested by @ash12345sblog Credits to @digipigichopshop for helping with some of the editting Jennie knew it wasn’t polite to stare, but she couldn’t look away. Every time she looked at the bodyguard, her eyes subconsciously trailed down towards his crotch. Even though his pants, Jennie could tell he was hung. It looked like it was at least 2 inches thick and 5 inches long flaccid. Who knew how big it would get when he’s actually erect and Jennie being the naughty girl she was, couldn’t help but be curious.

Jennie knew it wasn’t polite to stare but she couldn’t look away. Every time she looked at the bodyguard, her eyes trailed down towards his crotch. Even through his pants, Jennie could tell he was hung. It looked like it was at least 2 inches thick and 5 inches long flaccid. Who knew how big it would get when he’s actually erect and Jennie being the naughty girl she was, couldn’t help but be curious.

Jennie spent the entire time so far trying to entice him but he was much more professional than she expected. She was in her white Calvin Klein T-shirt and black skirt. It wasn’t terribly sexy, but she had sponsors to please so here she was. But being an idol, getting the attention of men is something she’s always been good at.

When they first arrived, they were being escorted around the palace. The bodyguard escorted them from the rear, and seizing the opportunity, Jennie pretended to drop her wallet and bend over in a way which caused her skirt to ride up, exposing her black Calvin Klein panties to him. Men normally went crazy whenever she wore anything Calvin Klein. However, when she stood back upright, the bodyguard was unfazed and told her to hurry and catch up with the rest of her group.

So, Jennie felt she needed to up the ante. As they continued to explore the palace, she tried to be more blatant in her actions and started flashing her bra to the bodyguard whenever the others were not looking, yet he didn’t even bother acknowledging it and just kept moving. After an hour of being ignored, she was now determined. When the group took an opportunity to go to the washroom to freshen up, Jennie removed her panties and slipped them into her wallet. A risky manoeuvre, since even a simple gust would blow her cover, but she yearned to be torn apart by his glorious meatstick.

As they continued their tour of the palace, she made attempts at seduction by lifting her skirt at every available opportunity to show hints of the lack of a panty line. Though he looked, the bodyguard still paid her no heed. She then thought he was too focused on something else and straight-up flashed her pussy to him but alas, no reaction. She felt her dignity being chipped away with each act of seduction being ignored by the bodyguard. She was supposed to be Jennie the superstar that everyone drooled over and could get any cock she wanted with a snap of her fingers but here was this man who treated her as if she didn’t exist.

Now she was here, having lunch. She turned to Rose and nudged her. She then turns to face the bodyguard and focuses on his crotch using signals to hint at the bodyguard's big cock.

Rose took some time to look over the man before eagerly nodding towards Jennie. This was the last option she had to get the bodyguard between her legs. As the lunch finished and they were about to be escorted out, she slipped her hotel address and room number into his pocket. Now all that was left was to see if he'll turn up.

“Holy shit Jen, that cock looked huge. I would have expected you to have fucked him right in the palace. I’m glad you have some decency. “ Rose giggled.

Jennie took out her panties from her wallet and showed them to Rose.

“Believe me. I tried. But he just wouldn’t bite.” Jennie sighed.

“The queen of seduction failed? That’s a first.”

“I know right. I tried everything. I even flashed him my pussy a few times and there wasn’t even the slightest reaction. Maybe he really is a true professional. “

“So are you giving up?”

“Of course not! I slipped our hotel details to him when we were on our way out and told him to invite anyone he knew who were equally as… well endowed.” Jennie says, smirking.”

Rose's eyes glint at the mention of big cocks.

“Alright, hundred dollars to the slut who can take more creampies.” Rose exclaimed.

Jennie laughs. “Who said I was sharing? Just sleep in Jisoo and Lisa’s room tonight and let your unnie handle the cocks. “

“Oh yeah? Or are you just scared I'll be the bigger slut between the two of us? “ Rose taunted.

Jennie narrows her eyes at Rose, annoyed by her taunting.

“Make it five hundred and we have a deal. “

Rose shook Jennie’s hand excitedly.

“Deal!.”

Jennie checked herself in the mirror again. She wore the dress she had which fit the occasion perfectly. It was a black dress that barely covered her crotch, black stockings that hugged and accentuated her legs and a pair of heels. She didn’t have any underwear cause they would just get in the way when she just wanted something in her as soon as possible.

The doorbell rang ten minutes past the meeting time and Jennie ran to the door with excitement. She made sure to check through the peephole that it was the guy she was hoping for. She didn’t want to get ambushed by room service dressing like a slut–not that she would mind if the bellboy was hung too. Through the peephole, she was met with a nice surprise that he brought some company, five in fact. She quickly opened the door.

“Come in. Looks like you brought some friends along. “

“Well, I wouldn't want to leave the slut disappointed with only one cock around…and I anticipated you weren’t the only slut in your group.”

He points to Rose laying on her side on the bed, propping herself up with her hand

"Oh really? What makes you think I'm a slut, mister?"

He goes closer to Jennie, tilting her head up and slipping his finger into her mouth. Jennie sucks on it hungrily before he pulls it out and flicks her erect nipple through her dress with the finger coated with Jennie’s saliva.

"Would a pure, innocent girl invite a random man she just met to her hotel room? Waiting in a dress that barely covered her body and has nipples so erect they're visible through the dress?"

"Oh. And if I'm a slut, what are you going to do about it?"

The group smiles and unzips their pants and out came six monster cocks. Jennie couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight presented before her. She contemplated which cock she wanted to go for first, but before she could pick, Rose got off the bed, sucking the cock nearest to her, using her hands to pleasure its two neighbours.

“Looks like your friend Rose there seems to be more eager than you Jennie. You better hurry or she is going to take all six.”

Jennie grits her teeth at the insult and gets between the other three men. She started by licking the length of the cock before her, getting it properly lubricated. The other two men started to stroke their cock as they watched her attending to their brother. From the corner of her eyes, she noticed that all the men were wearing dog tags. The one she was currently sucking was called “Alpha”. The one on her left was called “Brass” and the one on her right was “Copper”.

“This doesn’t seem like your first time, Alpha. Are these codenames?” Jennie asked out of curiosity.

Alpha smirked. “Oh yeah. We don’t want to get into any trouble. With Codenames, it gives us anonymity.”

Once Alpha’s cock was properly lubricated and half erect, which was now about 8 inches at this point, she moved on to Brass and started the same process of properly lubricating the cock. This cock was shorter, only about 5 inches and by the time she had it fully lubricated he was now at approximately 7.5 inches long and Jennie was only getting more aroused at the cocks.

Copper was getting impatient at Jennie's pace so she grabbed her head and made her come to his dick and pushed her head down onto his cock. He lets out a moan as Jennie's mouth worked its magic. Jennie didn't get to have a proper view of this cock but from her estimation, half-erect he was 7 inches which was still within her capabilities. She strokes Alpha's cock with her left hand to make sure that he remains erect. Jennie uses her tongue to wrap itself around his cock while she sucked and her technique was getting him more erect and he was about 8 inches now and she had to start to deepthroat his cock.

This wasn't her first time so she wasn't gagging and the man was encouraging her by holding the back of her head and pushing her head down over and over again ok his cock. However, when she felt he was about to cum, she pulled herself away and lifted her dress and exposed her pussy.

"I want your spunks in me. Look how wet I am…I need this…"

Jennie looked eagerly at the cocks. Before today, the biggest cock she had taken was only 8 inches but behind her, Brass was now fully erect at 8.5 inches but alpha had what seemed like 10 inches. Alpha was positioning herself behind her while Brass was now in front of her face. She felt the tip of the cock starting to enter her and she could feel the walls of her vagina spreading to accommodate his girth. He pushed his cock deeper into her and she let out a groan as her pussy stretches to accommodate the cock. It was her favourite feeling to get stretched. After a few minutes, she feels Alpha stop behind her. She felt full and let out a pleasured sigh.

“Not bad. For such a small body you’re taking seven inches of my length. I hope you’re ready for a good pounding.”

He bunches Jennie’s hair into a ponytail and grabs it with her right hand jerking her head upwards as he starts to move his cock. Meanwhile, Brass took this opportunity to jam his cock into Jennie’s open mouth, making her gag on his cock. He thrust into Jennie without care and as she gags on the cock, she started to tear up slightly and it makes her mascara run down her face. Brass being longer than Copper, it was going deeper into her throat causing her to start drooling as a result and the combination was not flattering for Jennie.

As she was getting spitroasted from both ends, the pleasure from both ends was starting to overwhelm her and Copper joined in by pulling down the straps of her dress and started to grope her breast. He wasn’t gentle pulling and tugging on her nipples sending waves of pain and pleasure through her body. After a few minutes of thrusting, Alpha pushes balls deep into Jennie stretching her out fully before filling her with spurt after spurt of his spunk. Shortly after Brass cums into Jennie’s throat and pulls out.

“W-wait…use this…mark my ass with each load you release…”

Alpha spanks Jennie's ass and takes the marker drawing two marks onto her ass.

As she catches her breath, a different cock comes to her and she gives a sly smirk before opening her mouth open as she lazily sucks the cock while on her side but she felt the grip of Alpha on her thighs and he flips her back onto her tummy but now, Copper was under hear and she felt a familiar cock rubbing itself against her puckered asshole. As she anticipated for her ass to be penetrated, Copper thrusts into her pussy spreading her and going balls deep, she was already stretched from Alpha so Copper easily managed to thrust his dick into Jennie.

As she was getting into the momentum of having a dick in her mouth and pussy, she felt the tip of Alpha's cock spreading her ass making her growl against the new cock which she realized used the name Delta. Delta lets out a grunt as he cums on her face leaving his mark on her face and a new cock replaces the one in her mouth but she was too distracted by the feeling of the tip of Alpha’s dick in her ass. She could feel every crevice of Alpha’s cock in her ass. As he inched his cock into her ass, she was starting to get overwhelmed by the spreading his cock was causing and the other two cocks she was attending to. She felt she was about to pass out from the pleasure when Alpha bottomed out and felt so full from the three cocks in her.

Alpha took charge being the one on top and pulled back her head again as she went deep into Jennie’s ass. The feeling of the two dicks rubbing in her two holes separated by a thin wall made it feel like she had one big cock inside of her and it was the best feeling she ever had. Her womb was also being stimulated from two ends. Alpha’s cock was hitting her womb from her ass and Copper’s cock was stimulating her womb from her pussy. After a few thrusts, the stimulation was too much and she cums, squirting in the process she felt as though she was going to pass out but Copper bit on her nipple keeping her conscious and they continued to ravage her holes until all three came into her one after the other. As they pulled out, the cum from them started leaking out but she didn’t get a moment to rest as another set of guys replaced the first.

When Jennie woke up, she looked at Rose. The younger girl had her make up everywhere and her dress had patches of cum stains everywhere. Her holes were feeling so sore and she had no energy in her body. She crawled over and saw her body covered in red lines and she counted thirty six. She managed to get just enough energy to reach the mirror and saw her body equally covered and managed to count up a total of forty eight.

“Yes!” Jennie exclaimed in excitement, stirring Rose who was still asleep.

‘What the hell unnie? You’re so loud.’

“See I told you I was the bigger slut! I took twelve more loads than you. “ Jennie said excitedly.

“Pay up Rose. “

‘Whatever unnie. I won with that gangbang we had last night you can take the money. “

Rose smiles and rolls to the back and the two girls laugh as they continue lying on the floor before Jisoo comes in to get them to clean up.

#in:verse side #jennie smut #blackpink smut

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vaguely-humanoid-form · 5 months

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thanks, Matt

matpat means.... a lot to me, to say the least. I was raised in a single parent household and l haven't really considered myself to have a dad for a long time. while yes, I do technically have a dad, that's only really in the context of genetics. and my daddy issues but that's not important.

what is important is that matpat was my father, in a way. he was dubbed the title of "internet dad" long after he had already been one to me. he's part of the reason that I am the person I am today.

this piece exists because of matpat, for many reasons.

one, because I sobbed watching "goodbye internet" and want to do something special for his retirement.

two, because fnaf is the entire reason that I create what I do today, and that is partially heavily credited to matpat for overanalyzing a game about murderous animatronics in a pizzeria that I was obsessed with the moment I found out about it. 7 year old me was hooked, man.

and then I think through that, I found even more creators, which led to even more hyperfixating on weird nerdy shit, which led to me making more and more art.

and now, here I am. I'll be 17 years old in April. I graduate high school in one year.

I'm growing up.

not that I haven't been for my whole life because, well, that's how that works.

but I am nearing the true "end" of my childhood.

this year is fnaf's ten year anniversary.

this year marks a decade with game theory.

this year marks the beginning of the end.

I look back on my childhood. I went back to make one quick edit of my incredibly old Instagram account that I had way before I should've even had it.

I look back on the friends I had. I look back on all of the early-mid 2010s shit I posted and I smile. because it's cringe. it's cringe as hell and it's beautiful because of that.

and the nonsense theories are beautiful, and every single theory is beautiful because it exists. because it stems from the need to learn and think and have fun.

because that's what theorizing is about, in the end.

having fun.

matpat means a lot to me.

matpat is the reason that I am the person typing out this post. matpat is the reason that I am the person who spent 6 hours and 45 minutes drawing a piece featuring undertale and fnaf characters in it.

matpat inspires me to exist. and create. and think and learn and seek and everything.

yes, it's a bit parasocial. but it's hard for it to not be considering that I've spent more than half of my life growing alongside this man, seeing him grow in real time in tandem with myself.

I'm growing up.

but I still feel like a kid.

that's good and bad.

the bad is the part of my childhood that I didn't get to have because of my puberty hitting early. it's the fact that some of me is still a 12/13 year old in 2020. it's how the internet affected my growth.

the good is the part of me that still gets unreasonably excited when one of my interests gets brought up "in the wild." it's the fact that I love stuffed animals. it's how the internet affected my growth.

I look back on myself as a kid and, yes, I do indeed get embarrassed or genuinely cringe at how I was in some aspects. but I smile.

because it's me.

despite everything, it's still me.

despite everything, I'm still me, and matpat is still matpat, and despite every single thing that we've all gone through,

we're still us.

I remember one year, I bought myself the theorist varsity jacket with some Christmas money or something.

my best friend has the theorist backpack, I'm pretty sure.

hell, matpat's probably one of the reasons that they are my best friend.

two absolute geeks of GT kids, bonding over the nerdy stuff they liked, probably talking about theories. I don't remember super well, that was elementary school, man.

but isn't that incredible?

the fact that I'm still friends with someone I met in the first grade because of nerdy people like matpat.

I am forever grateful that I found the game theorists and became part of that group. so much of who I am is because I am a theorist. because I found one guy on the internet making overanalytical videos about games.

matpat means a lot to me. and if in case he somehow reads this whole weird ramble prose post open letter thingy, then I hope it means something to him.

but, hey, that's just a theory.

thanks for everything, Matt. <3

#ripley doesn't say stuff #ripley doesn't know how to draw #my art #game theory #the game theorists #matpat #im not gonna cry again. but i kinda want to #fnaf #undertale

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hajimeshoe · 2 years

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Obey Me Brothers with a Teen!MC that just doesn’t give a damn.

Newest hyperfixation - Obey me bois

Lucifer

When MC's summoned they shows up and once the situation is explained just goes “Sounds good,”

Like, excuse me??? Repeat back everything I just said please “I’m here to attend an exchange program, surrounded by demons that think I’m a whole ass snack” “…” “Now where’s my room?”

At least they won’t have issues adjus- did they just bribe Mammon into making a pact with them?? And piss off Levi?? In the span of a week?

No, MC, you’ve nearly gotten eaten six times this week- GET DOWN FROM DIAVOLO’S SHOULDERS!

Well look at that, MC has a pet cat…oh fuck it ate the couch.

He has his hands full but bitch is too stubborn- sorry, Prideful, to just let this small human die.

And when they make a pact with him he’s just done with their bullshit.

Mammon

He has to babysit a child? Okay, at least they're not asking questions

Hey, give him his credit card back MC! And sTOP SELLING MY STUFF! No, I don’t care if I tried selling your stuff you brat!

By the end of the first week he’s THE big brother tho. MC wants to play pranks? Count him in. Sell a picture of Lucifer they edited to be shirtless? They’re splitting the money 50/50.

He just wishes MC would have some semblance of self-preservation, but nope. MC started a fight with a lower level wrath demon and cut their own hand to taunt it with their blood.

Mammon just threw them over his shoulder and bolted.

Can he just wrap MC in bubble wrap and lock them in the attic?? Please???

Leviathan

Who in their right mind let a normie child down here?

He doesn't like normies, he doesn't like children, so this one is lucky that Lucifer said they can't ea-

"Over 300 hours spent watching anime in my room, I spent 12 hours binging Devilman Crybaby, read all the manga of the anime I've watched plus some, and there was one I locked myself in my room for 2 weeks to binge an anime with over 1000 episodes"

His new bestie!

If MC would even want to be friends with a gross, yucky otaku like him

He will complain about this kid but he'll still abduct MC to binge anime in his room and to game with him

Especially once they have a pact

Satan

Pisses off Lucifer? Check. Gets angry and hits things? Check. Likes cats? Check.

Satan has a new little sibling

He doesn't immediately actually LIKE MC until the entire thing with Lucifer, but hey! He finds them amusing at least

And once he does actually like them and want to be their friend, he's essentially an older sibling to them. Pranks Lucifer, gets them an anti-lucifer league t-shirt, the whole nine yards.

100% straight up kills any demon MC gets in a fight with if they harm MC

Asmodeus

He's not some sort of pedo and you're a liiiiitle too young for him, so he does not flirt

He will, however, give beauty and skincare tips

Also he posts tons of pictures of you on his Devilgram

You're now his honorary baby sister, after all

He coos at you once you manage to summon him when Solomon lends you his magic

And he gets whiny when you get in fights with demons or do stupidly dangerous things because, “MC, you’ll get bruised!”

Beelzebub

Beel is worried

Who let a fragile, little, baby human in here?? You weren't even old enough to legally drink or live by yourself!

He is now your big brother and bodyguard

Has ended up dangling from a balcony by one hand, with the other holding onto one of your knees when he caught you when you decided to jump from it for fun once

He swore to never leave you unsupervised after that, especially not with mammon

And when Belphie killed you? He. Was. Distraught.

His twin killed their new little sibling, he was horrified and ready to cry

Belphegor

At first, he didn't care for you at all. Baby humans are just more gullible.

Then he was annoyed

His brothers rarely left you alone for more than a couple of seconds

Definitely not long enough to get you up the stairs

Once he eventually got you up the stairs? He was just counting down the hours until he could kill you

Even his own twin loved you? How could Beel.

Not to mention, you'd get into a fight with everyone

Belphie does feel bad about it eventually and then starts human preservation tactics:

Napping 🥰

After all, the human can’t

get hurt if they’re asleep, right?

#Obey me #Lucifer #Mammon #Leviathan #Satan #Asmodeus #Beelzebub #Belphegor #Obey me MC #Teen MC

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seconds-not-decades · 2 years

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Can you do a five x f!reader who self harms (if it makes you uncomfortable I understand) but she’s been clean for six months with the help of five but one night where they were in bed and fives asleep but the reader wasn’t because her skin itches because she wants to harm herself so she goes to the bathroom, not bothering locking it because she knew five would just jump in and she stare at the blade trying to cry silently but the bathroom was by the room so five could hear her crying and he got concern since she wasn’t in bed and he hears her crying so he’s outside but before she gets to actually harm her he steps in and talk her down?

Hurt Under The Surface {Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader}

Summary: You have been clean from self harm for six months now with the help of your loving and supportive boyfriend, Five Hargreeves. That all changes when one night you can't sleep and sneak into the bathroom while he's asleep and almost relapse before he finds you and comforts you.

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Author's Note: I totally did not bawl my eyes out while writing this. *Please note this is only a work of fiction. If you ever need to talk, my messages are always open. Granted I may not always know what to say or do; I am here to listen.* Feel free to comment/reblog!

Edit: We've made 214 NOTES!!! Thank you so much!🧡

Word Count: 1598

Content and Trigger Warnings: Self-harm scars, self-harm, cutting, major angst, and almost blade usage. Please read and proceed with caution. Fluff ending though!

Requested By: The sweet @2pmlover✨

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You were staring up at the ceiling, almost feeling the minutes tick by. You could hear the light, gentle, peaceful breathing of Five next to you. At least someone was asleep. You tried to, but for the past hour or so was spent tossing and turning. Sleep was starting to sound and feel like a foreign concept now.

You rolled over, seeing Five was curled up next to you. You sadly smiled, brushing some hair out of his face. He was so cute. You sighed, slowly sitting up. You shoved some of your hair out of your eyes. Your gaze fell upon the small cut marks. Your wrists felt achingly itchy and all you wanted to do was end it.

No. Not wanted. Needed.

You knew you were six months clean, but, it was getting harder to ignore the sensation boiling and bubbling within you. You felt like the bathroom was calling out to you, luring you to it. Enticing you with a promise of relief and a way to stop the pain.

You slipped out of bed and went inside, not even bothering to lock the door. Five would just jump in here anyway, what difference would it make? You could already feel your emotions beginning to swirl inside your numbing chest. Your heart thudded against your ribs and every breath you took felt like it was sucking the life out of you.

You wondered when the air became so suffocating as you stood emotionlessly at the sink. You stared at your reflection. You looked and felt like a walking corpse. You wanted to feel alive again. You wanted something to spark the fire back in your soul and ignite your veins. Something. Anything.

Worthless. Pathetic. Weak. Useless. Unwanted.

Those five words echoed in your brain, almost in a chant. It only darkened your heart and your mind. You subconsciously grabbed for a blade. This was torture. The voices, the words, the miserable feeling of being stuck six feet under. You needed something to ease it all and take you away to a better place.

You held your wrist out, not noticing how your hand trembled terribly. The blade hovered over your skin as tears raced to your eyes. Your vision became blurry and a wave of heartbreaking realization began to wash over you.

I can do this. I can't do this. I can do this. I can't do this. I can do this.

You muttered to yourself, half speaking half sobbing. Your voice felt thick, your throat felt like cotton, and you felt like your strength was slowly sinking out of you. You were determined to see this through as you put the blade mere centimeters away from your wrist.

Another wave of realization crashed into your head and sent you into a crying fit. You gripped the blade tighter, tears streaming down your cheeks endlessly. You felt like the world around you was spinning and you felt light-headed.

"Y/N? What are you doing?" Five suddenly came into the room. He was alarmed, of course, but he held a soothing tone.

You inhaled sharply, looking over at him. You knew it was no use hiding the blade and you felt ashamed for getting caught.

He gazed at you sadly. "Will you put the blade down for me, my angel?"

"I can't take this anymore," you barely managed to choke out through your tears.

"We can work through this together like we always do. Okay? I just need you to put the blade down. And then let's talk. Can you do that for me?" he took a small, cautious step towards you.

You shook your head adamantly. "It hurts. It hurts so much and I want it to stop. I want to make it stop!"

"Tell me what hurts."

"Everything. I'm so sick and tired of it. I have to do this. It's the only way!"

"No, there are other ways. We just haven't thought over them yet," Five carefully joined your side.

"I feel like it'll just be a dead end. So what's the use? Why keep going forward only to find ourselves falling backward?"

Five took a small breath. "That's all right though. We all have mountains to climb. It's just a matter of taking a step back, reassessing what we need to do to get you back on your feet, and take it nice and easy from there."

"How can you say it's all right when it's not? We'll just find ourselves right back where we started!"

"Then we'll do it all over again. And again. And again. Simple as that."

You shook your head, fighting not to cry even more than you already were.

"Come to me, my love," Five held his arms out for you.

"I-I can't," you shook your head brokenly. "Please just leave me alone."

"Please don't shut me out. I can't leave you here. It's all right. I'm right here. Just come over here to me," Five was pretty much begging you.

"Why are you being like this?"

"Because, I love you, and I'm not going to idly stand by and watch you suffer alone. I want to help you."

"I don't need help! I need my pain to end!" you felt yourself start to cry more. "Please just make it stop. Make it all stop!"

You felt Five's arms wrap around you and that's when you felt everything within you release. The blade dropped from your hand as your threw your arms around him and broke down sobbing into his chest. You felt your shaking body collapse into his embrace as you two slowly sank to your knees.

"I've got you. You're going to be okay. We'll get through this together," Five soothed into your ear, letting his fingers comb through your hair.

You shook your head, continuing to cry. He comforted you wordlessly, rocking you a bit.

"I don't deserve you. I feel so unworthy," you whispered.

Five looked down at you. "Don't say that. Don't you dare say that. It's not true and you know it."

"But it is true. I don't deserve someone as gentle, caring, loving, and loyal as you. I'm a broken shard of glass and someday I will just end up hurting you."

"Then I'll endure the pain, because you're worth it. I would do anything for you."

You shut your eyes, squeezing a few more tears out.

"Hey, look at me," Five gently requested. "Breathe. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. Tell me what you need, please, my love."

"I need to stop crying. I need to stop feeling drained and tired and lifeless. I need to stop feeling like an empty shell," you slowly reopened your weary eyes. "I am so exhausted and empty. And it is so hard to feel anything when all I want to be is alive and free. And okay. I want to be okay. I just don't where or how to start."

Five looked down at you. "I think what we should do is get some water. Hydration is important. I'll make you your favorite comfort food and then we can get some sleep. Does that sound good to you or do you want to do something different, my darling?"

You merely sighed and he smiled sadly, blinking both of you into the kitchen. You were about to rub your wrists as tears pricked your eyes, but Five gently took your hands.

"Please don't cry. I'm right here. I know all you ever see is blue, despite the world being in color. You're wearing down and constantly trying to pick yourself up off the ground. And you have no idea how much it kills me to think and know that you feel so worthless," he gently kissed your wrists. "But I see that you are working things out. You are weathering each and every storm with such astounding resilience and strength. And I'm proud of you. You have no idea how proud I am. This is not the end, love of mine. Only the beginning of something new. Okay?"

You managed to shakily nod as he hugged you tightly. You buried your face into the side of his neck and cried more. He held you, rubbing your back. You felt like you were never going to run out of tears at this point. What felt like hours later, you stopped crying. Five pulled back and gently wiped your cheeks.

"Hello, beautiful," he cupped your face lovingly. "You're so angelic. Did you know that?"

You blushed some. "Thanks."

"Come on. You need food and something to drink," he led you into the kitchen.

He fixed you a glass of water and made you your favorite comfort food. He even let you help cook, just to further help put your mind at ease. After you were done, he cleaned the dishes and blinked into the bedroom.

"Let's get you comfortable," Five helped you into bed and tucked you in cozily beneath the covers.

You sank down beneath the sheets and plush blanket, feeling him pull you into his arms again. You curled up in his loving embrace, resting your head on his chest. You could hear his calming heart beat.

"Are you okay like this or do you need anything adjusted?" he asked you.

"It's okay. Thank you, Five," you returned quietly.

Five smiled and kissed your forehead, letting it linger for a second. "I love you. And I'm always going to take care of you, no matter what. I promise."

You nestled closer to him, feeling your eyelids close as you drifted off to sleep in the protective arms of your loving, caring, and gentle boyfriend.

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Hey, everyone!

I really hate to say this, but I’ve recently noticed that some people have been taking snippets from some of my works and passing it off as their own. Direct quotes of certain characters, that haven't been otherwise used outside of my headcanons for them, some entire paragraphs, as well as parts that have very clearly been edited that I can still recognize as my own. I’m extremely disappointed that this is happening. I’ve noticed it briefly, but I didn’t want to believe that someone would do that to me or any other creator. I even spent hours comparing their work and mine trying to see if I was just imagining it. Sadly I am not. I am not going to call this person out because I do not wish for them to get any hate. But I do want them to know that I am extremely disappointed in them, and if I notice it happening again, I will no longer protect them and I will definitely block them from seeing my stuff.

Thank you.

I don't know if I'm doing the right thing by calling somebody out like this, but I simply can't ignore the fact that they took heavy inspiration from pieces I put countless hours into. I don't mind people taking inspiration from me, or even taking some lines that they like from my works. But I do expect them to at least mention me and give me credit for them.

#i'm so disappointed #i feel completely numb #there are coincidences and then there's this #plots and tropes i can understand #they do not belong to me #but openings and one liners and descriptions that I'VE NEVER SEEN USED OUTSIDE OF MY FICS BEFORE #that's a whole other problem and I'm so...

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Exiled: What is she?

✧Chapter 4✧

(Photos retrieved from Pinterest. Credit to whom it may belong. Edit made by me.)

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Genres: Fantasy, Supernatural, Werewolf! AU, angst, hurt, fluff

Series rating: Mature

Summary: I have spent half my life in exile. I woke up in the middle of the forest with no memories. I don't know who I am, how I ended up like this, I don't know if someone is looking for me or even if I have a family. The only thing I know for sure is that I must hide and that when the full moon is at its highest, disaster begins.

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Author's note: Hello everyone! How are you? I'm sorry I've been missing for so long. Last year was a difficult year. Adult life is complicated 🥴

Here I leave the promised chapter, we are still in the introduction of the story so you can probably find it boring but it will improve as the chapters go by (I hope so🤭).

I don't remember if I already mentioned it but all the data that appears in the story as potions or scientific data are not exact, many are inventions and others I tried to investigate to make the story more reliable, but as I mention in this chapter if you are not involved on the subject, it is very difficult to understand.

I hope you enjoy it!

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"I told you! I told you! I told you!” Joohyuk kept repeating to me over and over again as he paced back and forth. "Or didn't I tell her?" he looked at Jisung, who was coming down from the first floor with a bag.

Joohyuk's house wasn't fancy, but it was comfortable and homey. It was a two-story cabin, with two bedrooms, a dining room and a kitchen, it also had a garage where he kept tools and supplies. The cabin was located near the lake and had a small bridge that took you to it. I loved spending time at Joohyuk's house, especially on rainy days like today, where I could sit on the porch with a cup of coffee and watch the rain fall. But, now I'm looking at it from the inside, sitting bored on the couch, listening to the scolding of the half-vampire. I had arrived an hour ago, totally soaked, although we had already agreed that we would meet here, I should have taken the most direct route and arrived much earlier, but let's say that Mr Mafia sent his lackeys to follow me, so I had to deviate and mislead them.

"Yes hyung," the omega rolled his eyes. "We already understood that you told her, calm down."

“Calm down?!! You must be kidding, Jisung!! It goes straight to his death,” Hyuk said pointing at me.

“The other option was a direct kill,” I told him, looking at him tiredly, “at least this will give me a little more time to plan an escape plan. Anyway, you didn't want me to get a pack for Jisung? … There it is, the best pack that an omega can be in, a real luxury,” I said ironically, moving my hands exaggeratedly to make my point.

"Yes, but I didn't ask you to crawl after him."

"Oh! Yeah! Thanks for getting rid of me,” Jisung said despondently looking at us sideways.

“No one is getting rid of you on their own, little guy,” Hyunk proceeded to sit in the single sofa next to the fireplace. “If you continue to live in the cave with Girl…” Jisung intended to interrupt him, but Joohyuk stopped him and continued. "Or, if you live here with us, you will die", the sad omega looked down at his feet. “As I very well explained to you, wolves are destined to live in packs, they become crazy and wild if they are alone, which leads them to be eliminated or die of sadness and anguish. You are lucky to find someone like your noona, he even managed to be with you in that pack.”

“When you go into annoying mode,” I told him as I threw the towel off his head, “you're unbearable. Well," now looking at Jisung, "we must agree on our stories so as not to make mistakes if they come to interrogate us, we don't have much time and we must hurry if we don't want them to come to find us."

“That is not important now. What are you going to do with your…with your medicine?” Hyuk made a quotation mark with his hands when mentioning the said medicine.

“I will not have this discussion again. I already told you that I don't need it, it won't be a problem.”

“Don't be stubborn, you know you will weaken. It's dangerous, too."

I sighed. I was tired of always arguing for the same thing, he was not going to understand and I was not going to agree. It was preferable not to answer him and settle the story with Jisung. I needed to prepare him and reassure him so they wouldn't suspect anything, my life now depended on how convincing Jisung was to the royal pack.

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It was already night and the rain had stopped a while ago, but we had to leave the cabin even when it was raining, we took the long way to dispel any trace of Joohyuk's scent. We didn't have many belongings, a medium bag where we had our clothes, many of which we shared, and my backpack where I had a couple of books, my notebook, my mortar and my herbs. While we were walking, we were reviewing what we should say. Obviously, we agreed to hide that we knew Joohyuk and that the things we had, we got from the surrounding villages.

I knew that the one at a disadvantage in this situation was me. Jisung was a weak omega who would instinctively be protected by this pack, instead, I was a strange orphan girl who, apparently, due to the attitude of suspicion and resentment they showed me, was considered a threat. I looked at Jisung who was walking a few steps behind, he was tired and shivering from the cold, if we didn't hurry up, he would get sick. I took Jisung's bag to ease his tiredness so he could walk faster.

We were reaching the border of the pack, I could slightly hear some murmurs, they were already waiting for us. Instinctively, I touched my pants pocket where I had the box that Joohyuk gave me before we left and which I had to keep hidden. It was very likely that they would go through our things, so he had told me that I should keep it with me until I found a safe place to hide it.

As we came into view, the wolves that were waiting for us turned and urged us to hurry up as we were already late. The one who seems to be the leader of the wolf guard warned us that from now on we should use the main entrance and stay away from the borders and that if we wanted to go out into the city or the forest it must be in the company of an alpha. I had to bite my tongue to avoid getting a curse word out about his last comment, I looked at Jisung who was doing everything possible not to appear nervous and was listening carefully to what the alpha was saying. He would adapt easily, I on the other hand was sure that things were going to go south at any moment.

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Here we are, in the office of the alpha of the pack. There were a lot of people here, some I didn't know. I looked at Jisung who was with his head down trying not to look anyone in the eye, I could feel his nervousness and I could also feel the calming pheromones that the alphas in the room were producing to reassure my friend.

“Your name is Jisung, right?” Prince Namjoon asked, and Jisung nodded without looking up. “Taehyung told us something about you, but I would like to hear it from you, what pack did you belong to and how did you get into this situation?” he concluded the alpha looking at me.

“Umm…well, I'm…I was from the Dawn Pack. I was banished for mating with someone I shouldn't and he disgraced me by breaking the mating mark. My family despised me, and the only thing I remember was arriving at one of the human villages near the pack and I fainted, I woke up a few days later and Girl was by my side, she took care of me and let me stay with her,” he concluded holding my hand looking for support.

Prince Namjoon looked at our joined hands and then looked at me raising an eyebrow, then he turned his gaze to Jisung and smiled saying, “Don't worry, you'll be safe here. We'll give you a new identity if you want or can keep your name, but you'll officially belong to the royal pack. And you,” he looked at me seriously, “you will also have a temporary identity until you find out who you really are or until the alpha king decides what to do with you. Well, I'll make the formal introductions. They are the two oldest princes in the family; Crown Prince Seokjin and Prince Yoongi," he said pointing to where they were standing to his left, "alpha prince Hoseok and well, you know prince Taehyung," they were to his right, "and he's our omega Prince Jungkook," he concluded pointing to one of the people who were a few steps behind us.

With Jisung we turned around to see who it was. The guy standing behind us gave us a brief nod, he was the same guy I had crossed earlier. Now, he was dressed in white shorts and a beige long-sleeved shirt, our eyes met again, but he quickly diverted it. Now that he knew he was omega he could make out a trace of a sweet scent, however, the smell of the alphas prevented me from identifying his scent.

“And then we have Mrs Park, the housekeeper, and Miss Choi, one of the employees who work inside the castle,” the prince continued. Both women curtsied to us and smiled at us. “So, tomorrow you will have an appointment with the royal doctor for a general check-up and we will talk about your studies. After they settle in and shower, Prince SeokJin, who has studied medicine, will briefly check on them and ask them a few questions. Mrs Park shows them their rooms, please.”

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Mrs Park gave us a brief tour of the ground floor of the mansion, showing us the living room, dining room, kitchen, laundry room, and places where we could not enter without permission such as her majesty's office, the laboratory and the basement. Then, she led us to a large white marble staircase with gold details that branched off into two other large stairs. It was located in the centre of a room with a different entrance than the one we had entered. In the centre of the wall that divided the stairs, there was a carved shield of the head of a black wolf about to bite surrounded, on one side, by a crescent, where there were some rare symbols and, on the other hand, some golden figures similar to elongated diamonds that apparently formed the rays of the sun. In turn, he was surrounded by a strange and perfect braid.

"Good. That door you see over there,” I point to the door across from us and diagonally towards the stairs, “is the front door for pack members and guests. It is through that door that you technically have to enter. The entrance through which they passed is only for royalty, even they avoid using these stairs so as not to bother the omegas. Through that large sliding window that you see there,” we both follow the gesture that she made towards the place, “you go out into the garden that is connected to the training ground.”

“By the way, omegas are not allowed to be in the training place. It's for security,” adds Miss Choi, who was accompanying us on the tour.

“What do you mean 'not to bother the omegas'?” I asked Mrs Park as we walked up the stairs.

“As I said, it's a place that members of the pack frequent. The staircase on the right leads to the castle annexe where many of the members live, including underage omegas who lost their families or those who came seeking refuge or protection from other packs. There are also alphas and betas that belong to the royal guard, but many of them use the entrance connected to the training ground. They avoid making the omegas nervous, they don't want them to feel uncomfortable and insecure."

“So, is in the annexe where we'll stay?” Jisung speaks for the first time since he started the tour.

"No. You will stay in the main wing,” she said as we went up the stairs of the left, “on the first floor together with the youngest princes who are not here at the moment. On the second floor of this wing, are the rooms of Prince Namjoon, Hoseok and Jungkook. Also on that floor is the library that is shared with the annexe. On the third floor are the kings' rooms, those of princes Seokjin, Yoongi and Taehyung. I recommend that you don't go peeping around, Prince Yoongi is too territorial.

While she was explaining everything, she was trying to memorize all the way we are walking to our rooms. There were many corridors and doors, not just the rooms she had mentioned earlier. We arrived at a gloomy corridor, there was no light and a strange energy was felt an indescribable sadness; we share an uneasy look with Jisung. Mrs Park flipped the switch on the wall to her right and excused herself by saying that it wasn't a very busy place. She asked Miss Choi to show Jisung his room while she led me down the hallway. We stopped in front of a double white door, it had gold details as I saw on other doors, with the difference that this one had a letter 'M' in a very beautiful and elegant calligraphy made with some type of shiny stone. When she opened the doors, I was amazed, the room was decorated in white, beige and pink tones, in the middle of it there was a large double bed tucked into a slight arch-shaped opening that was illuminated. On both sides of the bed, there were two long shelves, there was a hanging round ceiling lamp that simulated a flower crown, on one side there was a window with two medium-sized armchairs on the sides with a round table; in front was a mirror with a shelf and chair and next to the door was an empty desk.

“This is where you will sleep,” Mrs Park said as she opened the large window, “this is the balcony and over there”, she pointed towards a corridor with two doors, “is the bathroom and the wardrobe.”

I followed her to both doors, she stopped at the door that was on the side of the hall and opened it. It was the closet. Well, calling it a closet was a way of saying it, it looked more like another connected room. It was a two-story room in the shape of a completely white semicircle, it had an old pink carpet that covered the entire floor, and there were many shelves and mirrors in between. It also had a central table that contained many drawers and doors, the upper part was transparent and you could see how it was divided into sections.

"This is a bit much, don't you think?" I said as I walked around the room.

“I would say it's a standard wardrobe. You have to see the ones with Princes Taehyung and Seokjin, those are a bit exaggerated.”

"Even this shelf here is too much for my few clothes."

“Believe me, it will be full in no time,” Mrs Park said in a whisper. "Speaking of clothes, I need you to give me your clothes to wash them."

"It's clean," I said a little indignant.

"Don't get me wrong, please. The princes requested it because they are sensitive to odours outside the pack. You come from the forest,” I was about to refute how stupid that sounded, but she beat me to it, “I know what you are thinking 'it doesn't make sense', but it's hard to explain. Although they are wolves and technically surrounded by forest, she will later realize that each pack has a particular scent. This is why they detect so quickly if someone who is not from the pack enters the territory. All your clothes, although I don't doubt that it's clean, still have a strange smell, so I need to wash them with special products.”

I kept thinking about the words I use to explain, was she trying to get me to give myself away?

“I don't know how I'll find out later if I don't have the developed super sense of smell that werewolves have, but well if it's really necessary. Jisung has the clothes in the bag he has with him. A lot of the clothes, we share.”

“And what about that backpack?” she said, pointing to my back.

“There are only personal things like notebooks and books, no clothes,” I said as I left the wardrobe.

“Okay, then I'll ask Jisung. I suppose you know how to use the bathroom, don't you?", she question pointing towards the last door that was at the end of the small corridor.

"Of course. How wild do I think I am?"

“I just wanted to make sure, I wasn't trying to offend you. When you finish taking a bath, you will find clothes on the bed. I'll tell one of the employees to bring you a change of clothes,” she concluded going to the door of the room.

"If it's not too much to ask, I'd prefer it not be pink at all," I said as she gave the room another disgusted look, "I already have enough pink to burn my eyes."

Mrs Choi laughed at my comment, nodded her head and left, closing the door. I gave a sigh of resignation, took the box that Joohyuk had given me from my pocket and I headed towards the bathroom. I had to find a safe place to hide it.

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Was it so hard to have a normal shower? I almost drowned in there. The bathroom was another room, there was even a jacuzzi in it. When I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a robe and drying my hair, I saw a pile of clothes on the end of the bed. The clothes were neutral and cold colours, mainly black and gray, it had a light scent of vanilla that was comforting. I grab a long-sleeved black t-shirt and matching cargo pants.

After changing and finding a temporary hiding place for my backpack, I headed downstairs to look for Jisung, since I didn't feel his presence. On the way, I met Miss Choi, who was surprised to see my outfit. She wondered me why I was wearing those clothes and I told her that someone had left them on the bed, that Mrs Park asked for a new outfit for me. She explained to me that these were not the clothes that she ordered her to give me, she had even just found the clothes and was about to take it to me. She told me to go see Prince Seokjin who was waiting for me in the lab and after that I change my clothes immediately.

When I got to the entrance hall, I stayed for a while thinking in which direction the laboratory was until I heard someone approach.

"Jungkookie, have you seen my-" I think it was Prince Hoseok who was approaching looking at his cell phone and when he looked up he looked at me confused. "What are you doing with those clothes?" he asked with a frown.

"Um... someone left it on the bed", I said while I was looking at the clothes, what was wrong with it?

"Just change it if you don't want Namjoon to be in a bad mood," he determined, paying attention to his phone again.

"No," before my denial he raised his head suddenly, he was about to lash out, but I interrupted him. “I like it, it's comfortable and the smell of it is comforting, so I won't change it. If you'll excuse me, Prince Seokjin is waiting for me."

I left, leaving him stunned by my answer. I hated that they wanted to boss me around, much less without arguments. It's going to be hard living with alphas, they weren't used to humans or omegas rebelling against them and I wasn't used to them demanding authority over me.

After a few minutes, he had finally found the laboratory. I opened the big metal doors and the first thing I saw was Jisung putting on his shirt and getting off the stretcher. He barely saw me, he smiled at me and spoke to me through the link.

-Noona, don't worry just he i-

-Has he seen the mark?

"Oh! You're here," Prince Seokjin said as he finished arranging some jars on the table, “Take a seat on the stretcher, I'm done with Jisung”.

-No, I covered it with the makeup that Joohyuk gave me, I nodded and walked towards the stretcher. Remember to hide your eyes, he'll check them, Jisung concluded. We cut the mental link and he walked out the door.

I sat where the prince told me, he turned around observing for the first time the clothes I was wearing. He looked at it for a few more seconds and looked at me seriously, then he gave a forced smile and told me to raise the sleeve of my shirt. He tied an elastic band to my arm and prepared a syringe, when I saw what he was trying to do I jumped and pulled my arm back.

"Wh-what are you going to do?" I asked.

He laughed softly. "Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you. I just need a blood sample,” seeing my look of suspicion, he continued. “It's for the pack's database. So if something happens, we can act quickly. It won't hurt, it'll just be a prick."

After analyzing it a bit, I held out my arm. He drew the blood sample and began filling the tubes with it. He continued to listen to my heart and my lungs, he measured and weighed me, checked my eyes with a small flashlight and asked me to follow the light. Luckily, I put on the special contact lenses that Joohyuk had given me, I no longer had the strength to hide them myself.

The prince began to make me medical questions, which had the answers the same, 'I don't know'. He gave me a pitying look and told me that we were done, he asked me to go eat something and then go to sleep because tomorrow was going to be a long day.

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Seokjin' POV.

It was already quite late in the early morning and I didn't know if what I was seeing was correct or if I was too tired to see clearly. I had never seen anything like it and the fact that it was now in our pack I didn't know if I should be relieved to find something like this before others or worry if it was a threat.

The door opened startling me, I didn't realize Namjoon was getting closer.

“Here I am,” he said, stopping near the desk where he was analyzing the results. "What do you have?"

"I called you an hour ago, where were you?"

"I'm sorry, hyung. I was wit-”

“It doesn't matter anymore. Look, I found something weird,” I transferred what I was seeing on the computer screen to the large TV on the wall. "That you see there is Marian's DNA and it-"

"Marian? Are you so comfortable already with her to you call her that?” he questioned crossing her arms.

"Please, not now. focus. Now, as I was saying, this is the girl's DNA, it's super weird, I've never seen anything like it. The gene is different from an average human, even from a werewolf,” I added two more images: one of human DNA and Jisung's then got up and walked over to the TV to give Namjoon a good explanation of what he was seeing. “This second image is of a human and the third of Jisung, an omega werewolf. The difference between the two is that in the first, the nuclear genome is smaller than the mitochondrial genes present in werewolves. Furthermore, werewolves do not have the same nucleotide base pairs as humans. But if we look closely at Marian's and zoom in a little more we can see that instead of being a double helix DNA, it is a triple helix. The nucleotide bases are the same as humans but it has others that I cannot identify at this time. This will definitely go into my thesis.”

When I looked at Namjoon he was looking at the screen thoughtfully. He is very intelligent but this could be too much for someone who is not dedicated to this. I was about to explain it again in other words, when he decided to speak.

"So you're telling me that she's not human, but you can't tell what kind of being she is either?"

“Exactly,” at least he got the point.

"Can you find out that is she?"

“Yes, but it will take me a while. I cannot promise a specific time, there are many new things that I have never seen."

"We must keep her in our custody in the meantime."

"Do you think we are doing the right thing to let her stay in the pack?" I was the crown prince, I should know well what is good for my people, but since it is something we had no information about, it is not something to be taken lightly. I needed more opinions.

Namjoon knew my internal conflicts very well and understood them. This was our agreement, to consult the decisions of the pack together, we would both be the leaders in the future and if we disagree it would bring problems.

"Don't worry, hyung. I will take care of moulding her and if she becomes a threat, I will eliminate her with my own hands.”

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i was watching a video on plagarism in cosplay and the girl making the video managed to put into words something that i've kind of struggled with and tbh am still struggling to adapt to my "field" but. it bugs me so i want to try. also i should say this wicked isn't a problem it has happened to me all of Twice (one from each end) but someone finally summarized why it felt the way it did.

basically, a couple times people have commented on a fic of mine likening it to another that exists. sometimes these are innocuous and even lead me to people with similar headcanons and interpretations of the character as me. sometimes i don't like the other fic so it feels less flattering, but it's by no fault of how the comment itself is written. i've actually written a comment similar to this once and hope it didn't come across as naggy, but i found out someone else used the same prompt as me for catradora, so i basically left a comment about how funny it was that two people saw that inspiration source and went "ah yes, this could be catradora." it was supposed to be a "like sees like" kind of salute (as well as an acknowledgement that i hadn't seen their fic before as i don't go in the tags often), but i've since gotten comments that i think are trying to at least toe the line of doing the same thing and felt off (bitter, self-promotey, whatever) to me, so i retroactively worry about how they felt about it.

but really this post is about the time i had someone say "is this fic actually inspired by [other fic]" and it was 1) something i'd never heard of and 2) insulting.

so why is it insulting, what did the video finally put into words for me?

when someone accuses you of copying, using/having the same idea as someone else, etc, it is insulting the creative process and labor it took to make it. It's saying that you didn't/couldn't come up with that yourself, that you didn't develop and nurture it and plan out all the impacts this event/plot/au etc would have on the characters; that any time and effort and love you put into it never actually existed because you just stole it from someone else. it's essentially accusing you of being chatgpt, putting someone else's hard work in as input and cranking something cheap and less valuable out instead. they don't care about the work you put in anymore.

like, when i did the bachelorette au, it was straight up inspired by one that existed and i openly sourced that because it deserved it, but even then i still spent hours reading recaps of the show, previously had an interest in the franchise from podcasts, went and read interviews to get an idea of the general timelines, etc. I put a lot of work - my work, unique work, creative work - into crafting an au that, in reality, only shares the phrase "bachelorette au" with the initial source of inspiration (again, a source i love and am happy to credit anyway). if someone else wants to write a cosplay au for catradora, even if they think to do it because they read mine, as long as they're not copying the plot, backstory, etc, i think that would be super cool! honestly, i'd be flattered to be an inspiration source for that, just like i'm flattered when someone takes on one of my headcanons. it's just the basics of how creativity works. no idea, no matter how much it may feel like it, comes from nowhere. you start watching a vintage car tiktok and it puts you on a train of thoughts that eventually leads you to "lol but adora bent over the hood of her broken down car" and then you build that out until it is its own world with plot, backstory, and characters who have been tweaked by living in this different environment.

anyway, i know i've been incredibly unconcise but it boils down to creativity being a lot of effort and it doesn't feel good when people claim you didn't put in all that effort ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ man this post could have been so much shorter. should i edit it. aw fuck i have to be at work at nine tomorrow. yeah no lmao

#mylife #also im still not 100% sure who that anon thought was plagiarising me but i think i Might know and tbh im more flattered than anything so X #because you know what? it felt like them taking inspiration from me & wanting more of what i started. and that's cool #being accused of never having that creativity in the first place isn't

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You may gift them, but under no circumstances are you allowed to resell them.

NONE of my art or adopts are to be minted as N/F/Ts.

You may not edit the original art in any way, shape or form.

You may not reupload the non-watermarked file anywhere, as that’s for your own personal use and viewing.

You MAY, however, reupload the watermarked version for the sake of judgement memes, select and bio pages, asks, and toyhouse (where you can credit me under the same URL as my tumblr).

If you do not want them anymore, you can give them back to me or trade them off to someone else! Be sure to let me know of the new owner if you do

Don’t claim design as your own, and must credit me and @quiescent-trolls at LEAST once, especially when first drawn.

You have a maximum of 24 hours to send payment once approved. If you don’t send it within that time frame, I open them back to the public.

Transparent unwatermarked files will be sent only after payment has been received.

Feel free to change the gender, clothes, etc however you want, so long as the design is still recognizable.

You may NOT change the skin tone, whitewash them, or change their facial features, as most if not all of my adopts are coded as POC (obviously the facial features rule doesn’t apply to chibis, as those guys have no real facial features).

#artists on tumblr #fantrolls #homestuck #hiveswap #adoptable #Gabriel's arts #Gabriel's collabs #FORGOT I HAD A TAG FOR THAT ACTUALLY #HI ID GREATLY APPRECIATE THE BOOST i really really love this one but unfortunately #its been maybe a whole month and no one in my server hasnt swiped them yet

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ambidextrousarcher · 8 months

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Thanks for the tag @enigma-the-mysterious !

I have a fanfiction.net account that I have long stopped using, not least because I started disliking the site, as well as the character whose name I had used as my username on that site.

I had a Wattpad phase when I was 15. I haven’t opened that in years.

Definitely have an Ao3 account! AmbidextrousAecher

I do not like either reading or writing smut, maybe it’s part of my manifestation of aroace news.

I used to roleplay with someone who had been a friend of mine, online here on Tumblr.

I have beta read fics and fic related scenes for both former and current friends.

I have definitely published an unbeta’ed fic! Most of my early works in the Mahabharata fandom were unbetaed, as well as most of my fics for all other fandoms I have written in.

I have definitely written self-indulgent fics. A King’s Fortune is one I can think of immediately, though that one is angst central right now, as well as Let Not Sleeping Skunks Lie, which is the height of self-indulgence.

I usually write grammatically correct sentences, even in comments, something I have been teased for. No keysmashes, sorry.

Yes, I have left kudos on many fics twice, at least in the form of comments. @starlightasteria and her amazing fics are the ones I can think of off the top of my head.

I do love me some good fluff sometimes!

No, I have not written for same sex ships. I don’t ship in general, with some very rare exceptions, all of which are somehow cishet ships.

Fan fiction is definitely a genre of its own!

Definitely multifandom. Mahabharata, ASOIAF, Jodhaa Akbar, Baahubali, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, have fics I have written fro them that are published, including two crossovers. I am writing a fic for the Thor (Marvel) movie, as well as have ideas for fics on the Ponniyin Selvan fandom, which I intend to execute. Oh! And I also have a fic for the TV serial Kuch Rang Pyaar Ke Aise Bhi, though most of that fandom would flame that fic, because it is very biased to the male lead, being in his PoV with a lot of canon divergences.

I enjoy research before writing! Have spent many happy hours in that.

If a mental outline counts, I keep an outline of sorts, yes.

Who doesn’t wait for feedback after publishing?

Haven’t received or commissioned art.

Have about 8-10 unpublished fics, mostly having Jaime Lannister in multiple universes.

I actually…like editing?

Oh, most of my ideas strike right before bed, in the middle of the night, or when I startle awake after a nightmare.

I don’t drink alcohol, tea or coffee, so those two are out.

Yes, I think I have a fic that deserves more attention. Darin is one of my favourite pieces that I have written, and hardly anyone reads it. (Understandable, it’s a Mahabharata crossover with the Hunger Games)

Yes, I hope to publish my novel series which is solely from Arjun’s PoV.

Sorry for not reblogging, I wasn’t able to, app glitch. Credit for the bingo to the original poster.

Tagging @harinishivaa @hum-suffer @selkiesstories @hindumyththoughts @favcolourrvibgior @chaanv

#tag games #things i was tagged in #fanficition bingo

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kimyoonmiauthor · 9 months

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Please cite your sources... and errata

Ever since I did the long post on Worldwide Story Structures and then edited the list of Story Structures on Wikipedia, more and more blogs, articles and so on have been popping up with the information I sourced when I backtrace and relook up the names of the story structures.

This is great! Because this means things like the Wikipedia page for Confessional has gotten longer with more sources added. People are paying attention more and so some of the ones I struggled with now have more information out there as people wear it with pride.

But this has also resulted in a new string of people not giving credit where credit is due and wholesale stealing from mainly Wikipedia or doing it poorly without understanding what they are taking (psst, mostly white people and white men, which I covered is somehow a past time and a trend...).

I'm really begging you, given what I've outlined over and over again to NOT do the latter. Please, please give credit to where you got your ideas. Do citations. Also, I've noticed that people have taken my ideas directly from my page, and then not given credit to me. And that one stings. I spent hours tracking down and experiencing story structures from the countries where I cited stories of different types to come up with the ideas, but then they cite usually white people instead. WTF. You took my ideas one for one, down to the wording, but can't cite the academic that came up with it or why? Haven't I gone over the dangers of this already? Like calling out Kenneth Rowe? I spent all that time citing what Freytag really said and people still want to hold on very strongly to the notion he came up with a different diagram, and call it "Updated" in what imagination? Just cite your sources and say it was also Syd Field, etc like I outlined and then give me damned credit for putting in the hours of tracking it down.

Look, I have the degree, the education, I bothered to give the sources and just because my gender is not man and my skin color is not white, does not mean my ideas and the work tracking down primary sources is not "valid". Stop being AHs and taking the hours I gave to you for free, the money I spent on books by erasing the credit when I argued really, really hard that you need to give credit to your sources.

The reason you cite your sources is so people can hold them to account for their ideas, so the person researching can inquire, why do you think that? Also exceptions to the rule... what about this? If they can't inquire, then it's much, much harder to hold the specific person and their ideas to academic rigor. I know that your professors went on a rant about how plagiarism is evil on a personal level and Kenneth Rowe was a professor that plagiarized and somehow got Shakespeare and Aristotle wrong, despite specializing in both, but as I've shown, it also destroys on a systemic level, because people can't name the source of the information and can make up crap, such as Aristotle wanted a 3-Act structure and say things like, "I heard that Aristotle was a sissy pants." and everyone believes them because what? You cited nothing, you just cited everything Aristotle wrote so they can't examine things like if the statement is true because they didn't read beyond Poetics 7 and didn't have enough background to understand that Readercism really, really doesn't work well in this case because the invention of the 5-paragraph Essay was in the 19th century, messing with how people think and organize.

I get it–you might hate me for some of my ideas, like say, Aristotle is a sexist pig, which he is. And Aristotle is not Jesus. Which he isn't. But you should at least cite your sources, especially when those sources have taken the time to cite other sources, like the primary works with page numbers, showing things like where the diagram for Freytag comes from (and how much of a genocidal AH he was).

Cite your sources, even when you hate their guts, like finding out Freytag was a pre-Nazi Fascist–I can cite the History of Opera (Lucy Worsley's Nights at the Opera (TV Mini Series 2017) and Wagner and how Freytag glows with how much he loved Wagner's The Ring saying that they now outstrip Shakespeare. When I say that Freytag was a pre-Fascist, I can cite his love of the middle class, imperialism, and love of the idea that Polish people would be wiped off the face of this Earth. Why? Because I bothered to read the original text. And because I did that I can cite the page numbers where he said so because I posted it up on my blog. And because I cited the page numbers, someone can chime in that I'm wrong.

Also, stop citing white people on PoC things. Favor own voices and stop erasing credit. I was very purposeful in citing the people I did. I spent hours using Japanese I learned, Chinese I learned, etc to make sure it was correct--which includes the Kishotenketsu diagram--which for some reason in the Kishotenketsu Wikipedia people deleted the credit for the diagram to the people I got it from where? Japanese people--something I took 2 years to find and edit in. WTF. What's wrong with you? (Someone also took the diagram and colored it badly and then erased the credit and then explained it on Youtube--the diagram I made off of the Youtube video I credited... c'mon.). They also took a bunch of the words I wrote for the page and gave no credit to Wikipedia. Do better, white dude.

I'm not asking for credit because I want it, and have an ego—no, what I want is the ability of people to interrogate their sources. To correct me down the line. To be able to check back to see if the statements made are original or not and then interrogate the truth of the matter. Because if anything, my journey through the idea of a singular "true" story structure that never changed over time, has proven very much to be false. And it took me *forever* and a day to unwind this myth. So I'd like subsequent generations to also be able to interrogate my work too. But they can't do that if they don't have access to my words, thoughts, and how I selected the parts of the text that I did. I'm very open to being wrong. I want to be corrected--I make errors all the time. And they are free to disagree from there. Much like I hate the idea that Aristotle thought that women get a soul later than men, because, as I said, he's a misogynistic pig and it was not the times.

Oh look, a citation. You can interrogate the source now.

And the source cites: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4021448/

Now you can interrogate the people who came up with it and find out where Aristotle said that.

The source says: "This question has evoked human thinking since ancient times. Hippocrates (460-370 BC) argued that man and woman each contributed semen that mixed in the uterus to form the embryo, whereas Aristotle (384-322 BC) favoured a more male-centred view that the woman merely provided fertile ground for the male seed to grow. "

With the numbers in place, then you can look at other sources such as: https://www.thelancet.com/journals/lancet/article/PIIS0140-6736(05)71025-4/fulltext

And you see, new vocabulary pops up. Then you might ask, where did Aristotle say that? And now that you have vocabulary, you can find out if it's a myth or fact.

And from there, I was able to find the original source of the statement from Aristotle, and find the original text. (Which BTW, is still a misogynistic piece of crap) and add it back to the wikipedia page (which I did) De Anima 350 BCE.

I don't want to be cited because I think I'm correct. I don't want to be cited because I have an ego. I want to be cited because I'm pretty sure someone might think I'm wrong, and I want them to be able to inquire into my line of thinking and how I selected sources so that I might be corrected or examined down the line.

So stop being a white straight male, well, usually, and cite your sources. Your privilege isn't going to cushion you from being called out as wrong and a plagiarizer. And do you want to end up being called an imperialistic imperializer who hates PoCs? Please cite your sources and make sure your sources say what you think they say. If you don't, I or someone else is likely to find you and call you out. And don't make it me, because I do check sources.

BTW, more PoCs need to be "allowed" to have writing manuals without half of the internet breathing down their neck for not being white enough because that half of the internet didn't bother to read anything outside of European canon or want to imperialize European ideas of story on the rest of the world.

Oh, you made it this far... here is your reward; https://www.positivelyfilipino.com/magazine/the-joy-of-kuwentuhan

A story structure/story type that's older than colonization.

BTW, also watched a film from Filipino filmmakers and the story structure I cited earlier with the introduction (longer than the US) and the Third act (or second, if you're working off of the 3-act) had an inversion in "What if" (2023) which amused me a lot. I love when people play with expectations. Previously, I said Pinoy filmmakers try to leave the story structure behind and do something else, but to see someone expertly play on an old one and then flip it—that was magic.

#cite your sources #dammit at least give credit #So I've been seeing people take my ideas about the story structure of Kishotenketsu without credit after I spent years watching dramas...#watching anime and reading books without name credit and giving it to other people who don't cite their sources and said no such thing.

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authortobenamedlater · 9 months

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EDIT: I don’t like editing posts after they’ve gotten notes but it’s hours later and I realized I didn’t copy the instructions 😬

Mundane asks for OCs/underused canon character you adopted. Tag 10 people.

@christian-latte-anon tagged me and since I DID just finish writing more for these two adopted side characters.

What is their favorite movie? This is hard to answer for a series set 500 years in the future, but Tom’s favorite movie is definitely NOT any of the Disney classics he has to sit through with Chyler 🤣

What is their favorite season? Again, hard for two people who spend most of their time in space. However, I’ll say summer for a weird reason. I’ve headcanoned that Tom and Chyler were stationed on Reach for awhile until the Covenant hit, and New Alexandria is on the northernmost continent. So the summers were probably very short and very pretty. Maybe the occasional moose or equivalent trespassed on the FLEETCOM grounds 😂

What do they find annoying? Tom: Chyler’s unending Disney soundtrack (but he also kind of likes it, don’t tell anyone). Roland, enough said, LOL. Paperwork. Rules that serve no purpose. Chyler’s bed-hogging. Chyler: Tom’s aversion to putting clean clothes IN DRAWERS or THE CLOSET like a NORMAL PERSON. Spartan-IV antics (I need to write a fic about this). Roland, but to a lesser extent because he’s mildly terrified of her 🤣. Her BDU vest as explained in For Better Or Worse. Tom’s complaining about her bed-hogging.

How would they like to spend their Christmas or equivalent holiday? I don’t think this is ever mentioned in the Halo world. If I had to guess, there’s probably a mash-up end-of-year holiday party aboard ship but the day itself isn’t a huge deal. The job must go on.

Do they play an instrument? If so, what? How good are they at it? Headcanon subject to change, but for now, no.

What's their favorite meal to eat? Chyler likes Mac n cheese with beef because her mom used to make it. Tom’s is…I’m not sure, but it’s something very spicy. Chyler doesn’t want his ghost pepper sauce in the same room with her and she won’t kiss him for at least an hour after he’s eaten it 🥵 Credit where credit is due, the spice thing is sort of stolen from @infinityactual but it’s also a scene that plays out with me and @mrtobenamedlater way too often.

Do they have a favorite video game or board game? Probably? Whatever video games look like in the 2550s. I imagine Chyler sitting there with her cross-stitching adding commentary while Tom plays.

Do they celebrate their birthday? Their birthdays are close together, Chyler is older by about six weeks, and every year they try to make the day(s) pass without fanfare and every year the crew finds out and throws them a party anyway.

What's their bedtime routine? They rarely make it to bed at the same time, so usually “try not to wake the other.” When they do manage the same bedtime, Tom has an awful habit of trying to finish work in bed. Chyler sometimes falls asleep on his chest while he’s working, unwittingly reinforcing the bad habit because Tom loves it.

What's an oc (or canon character) that they like to spend time around? What do they tend to do together? Sarah Palmer, she functions as the straight (wo)man to the Tom/Chyler comedy show 😂 I haven’t written anything about this one yet but Chyler runs into Veronica Dare a lot. As wives do, they end up discussing their husbands. Oh yes, and Roland 🤣🤣🤣

Made up some of these on the fly! That was fun. I spent WAY too long completing this and am out of patience to tag anyone. If you’re reading this, here’s your tag.

#halo #married with a supercarrier au #Thomas lasky x chyler silva #Tag game

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askshivanulegacy · 6 months

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That thing about carbon emissions for T Swift is also inaccurate—someone broke the math down here:

https://zulie.medium.com/lets-fact-check-that-taylor-swift-private-jet-usage-story-32d226bd3682

Plus she paid for twice as many carbon offsets as necessary to negate the Eras Tour:

https://www.insider.com/taylor-swift-spent-160-hours-using-private-jet-eras-tour-2023-8?amp

“Before the tour kicked off in March of 2023, Taylor purchased more than double the carbon credits needed to offset all tour travel.”

People say a lot of misleading or flat out incorrect things about her. It’s popular to hate on her. People bring up a photograph with a ‘fan’ who hid his shirt until the photo went off so she would be smiling next to a swaztika. They bring up a phone call with Kanye where it turned out the (illegal) recording was edited in a misleading way and actually Taylor was telling the truth the whole time.

There’s other stuff people accuse her of, but it’s all similar bullshit. None of it adds up.

I went digging because I was wondering the same thing. The worst I found was ‘not using her platform for politics’ but when I looked into that… Ugh, gonna be anon so no Swifties come for me, but she’s just…she’s liberal (at least on social issues) but she went to a private Christian homeschooling program for her junior/senior year because they could accommodate her touring schedule. In one of her tour movies (Reputation), a stage designer says something is the size of a Boeing 737, and she has no idea what that is.

She likes books and stuff, and she writes beautiful lyrics, which make Swifties assume she’s a nerdy genius, but being good at English isn’t connected to being good at history or sociology or political science.

Basically, I don’t think she’s an idiot or anything, but I think she maybe isn’t very well versed in politics. She’s said she’s trying to educate herself, but still. If she hasn’t got the background or relevant knowledge…isn’t it better that she keep listening and researching rather than spouting off a half-cocked opinion when she has so many rabid fans? So, to me, ‘not using her platform enough’ (because she only uses it to drive youth voting registration and a handful of clear cut political topics) is ultimately a good thing.

Anyway. Apart from that, I legit couldn’t find anything except a couple months of chaste dating another teen when she was a teen herself. She was 19, he was 17, they went to a couple hockey games together. Both were out of high school and he was like…two months from being 18. They’re still friends.

For some people, that’s unforgivable, I guess? But… I dunno, man, seems like normal behavior to me. (Of course, I’m used to countries where you become an adult at 20, so that might be a factor on my part.)

Anyway. No idea if any of this was helpful. I just thought I’d write in because I tried doing the same digging about why she’s so problematic. Instead I found people complaining about the porn preferred by a guy she was seen next to at a mutual friend’s birthday party. People keep saying they dated, but I can’t find any actual proof of even that. (It also led me down a rabbit hole on that guy where I found out the complaint ‘he literally did a nazi salute at a concert’ was about him mockingly doing one during a song about idiots. Apparently he was trying to say Nazis are stupid or something? Not a great way to do it, but completely different from the accusation.)

Anyway. That’s all I could find. 🤷‍♀️ I couldn’t even verify the billionaire thing—everyone cites Bloomberg, but Bloomberg just credits an unnamed ‘analyst’ who doesn’t show their work. Which is wild to me.

But yeah. That’s all the digging turned up for me. Hopefully this ask can spare you a few hours of fruitless googling.

Thanks so much for the detailed info! I'm currently halfway through a YouTube vid that I'm speeding through just for funsies, and yeah, between that and post comments, it's all pointing to similar things: she basically had a golden girl start in life, funded by reasonably rich parents, and rose to stardom.

Good for her. People are whining that "she should do more" and I'm here to ask ... WHY. Why should she? Because she has money? Because she's famous? Isn't it enough for an artist to simply make the art she wants to make? Why should she be expected to do more, and why is NOT choosing to do that suddenly a moral failing? Like, it's an utter non-issue. It's the opposite of hurting anyone. She gets to decide what to do with her time and her money and maybe it's not what her fans want, but who cares.

I could understand being upset if she actively used her money to do something bad, but not using it is just not using it.

And everything else? Non-issues too. People can have boyfriends. And people get to associate with whoever they want and they are not responsible for that person's questionable dealings.

And the carbon emissions thing is such a joke anyway. I admit I don't know much about it, but the premise of "paying money to offset carbon" is obnoxious and has no meaning. No normal person needs to be concerned about that. That is firmly rooted in corporations, who can and should bear all the costs to change what they're doing.

#thanks for the info!!!#i don't care if people like her or not like her #i have no opinion #but going off on famous people just for being famous is so dumb #you can dislike someone just because you dislike them #you don't have to make up fantasies to justify it 😂😂😂#asks #answers

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