#not wank but some people might read it that way

[naryrising]

So you like imaginary fandoms...

With the recent success of Goncharov, I thought I'd make a post to mention some of the previous times this has happened in fandom, and a brief explanation and some links on how you can find works for them. I don't claim that this is a comprehensive list, it's just ones that came to me off the top of my head based on several decades of fandom involvement.

Ghost Soup Infidel Blue. Originates from the annual Yuletide exchange, specifically a post by liviapenn in 2007 that used it as a default fandom to help explain how to write 'dear author' letters. The relevant quote (meant to illustrate the kind of letter that would be too specific) was "'Bad: "I would like a Ghost Soup story where Luke makes out with Angela's clone and Angela gets mad and seduces Moira just to make Luke mad, and then Ryan and Luke duel to the death with their lightsabers and it ends up in an Angela/Angela's clone/Moira threesome. And Ryan feels really bad and flies off to Mars forever."" Consensus is that it is a sprawling space opera anime series, something like Gundam or Macross, with many sub-parts and spin-offs. Part of the dynamic of Ghost Soup 'fandom' is people arguing in the notes and comments about the continuity or quality of these various spinoffs (e.g. Purple is reputed to be bad, but some people will staunchly defend it just to be contrary.) Deliberate wank and badfic is part of the humour. You can read the Fanlore post about Ghost Soup here and find works for it and its related fandoms here

Winterblumensaat. Again, this comes out of Yuletide, specifically a nomination in 2021 for what was strongly suspected to be a nonexistent German book. The nominator's sister found it in a flea market! It very definitely was real! They couldn't provide any evidence or a photo of the book, but they promise it was definitely a real book! Despite being rejected from Yuletide nominations as not having any basis in reality, it has nevertheless had some fics written for it. The AO3 tag is merged into Original Work, so you can find them by searching in Original Work for Winterblumensaat (results here). It seems to be a moody, dark mid-century European novel, with characters named Florientina, Mailia, Schnail, and Markus. A related non-existent fandom with the same origin story is Nur die Sonne - Maria Moßer, but this has only attracted one work so far (a crossover with Winterblumensaat).

Cordelia (Movie Poster). In 2020 a movie poster for the movie Cordelia came out that inspired fandom in ways probably not intended by the movie's creators. While the actual movie Cordelia is a contemporary horror/thriller, the poster gave people the impression that it might be about Victorian femdom with pegging. Needless to say, they were disappointed by whatever was in the actual film, and made up fic based on what they thought the poster was about instead. Currently ALL works in the Cordelia (2020) tag on AO3 are actually about the poster and not the movie.

Invisible Ficathon. In 2014 an exchange called Invisible Ficathon ran, which was based around "stories that never were". Nominated "canons" had to be nonexistent fictional works referenced in another work. Examples given included "The Casebook of Sherlock Holmes - Joan Watson" (from Elementary), "The Itchy and Scratchy Show" (from The Simpsons), the books in Lucien's library in The Sandman that only exist in dreams, and so on. The collections on AO3 contain 71 works for nonexistent fandoms. Alas that this exchange only ran once, because it was a fun concept. I think with the renewed interest in Goncharov, it would be ripe for revival.

#goncharov #fictional fandoms #ghost soup infidel blue #winterblumensaat #cordelia movie poster #invisible ficathon

[gabessquishytum]

Human AU! More asexual Dream agenda. Morpheus used to question his sexuality in his late teens and contemplated that he might be somewhere on the asexual spectrum. It seemed fine to him back then, that is, until he realized how much he didn't fit in when all the relationships his peers had seemed to revolve around sex. So, Morpheus started dating, went out with a few guys, but it died out naturally after a few dates because he refused to have sex. Eventually, he meets Calliope at the uni, and he's really in love and determined to do anything to make this work. They finally have sex, and...it's nothing spectacular. Morpheus just doesn't get why people seem to prioritize it so much (like, how can his friend Cori dedicate so much time to fucking his way through London when there're so many more interesting things to do? reading, for instance!). Anyway, as time goes by, Morpheus tries to really grasp this whole sexual aspect of relationship but it just evades him. He watches porn (it does nothing for him, but he switches on a video every now and then for educational purposes - maybe he'll see something that Calliope might like), tries his fair share of sex toys (some of them are nice, alright, but...cuddling in the blanket is nicer, still?), and comes to a spectacular conclusion that something is very wrong with him. After all, it's him who doesn't meet normal expectations. To make things worse, he starts to notice that Calliope avoids having sex with him (she's tired after work, has a headache, isn't in the mood, etc., and this goes on and on for weeks that turn into months), becomes more distant, and they slowly drift apart. It's a matter of time till they break up. Morpheus takes this as his personal failure, concentrates on his work, even goes to therapy, though he sabotages it before he can actually spell out that he thinks he's asexual, and...he doesn't date. Like, at all. Why set himself for another failure and disappointment? Enter Hob Gadling. They meet accidentally (or not so accidentally, if you ask Hob's elder sister), and Hob is smitten from the word go. He pursues Morpheus insistently yet never creepy; he is, in fact, very understanding and accommodating, and even though Morpheus bristled like a sad wet cat at first (and at second, too), he can't deny anymore that he's in love. He's scared shitless to fuck this up over sex again, but somehow, Hob manages to do the unthinkable: he puts Morpheus at ease. He figures out Morpheus is ace early on, and he's fine with wanking by himself till the end of time if his partner never ever wants to tumble in bed. There're other intimacies to be shared, they also matter! Morpheus doesn't believe him at first, but with time (and lots of cuddles), he cautiously accepts that this may be true. With sex no longer an obligation in his Google calendar, Morpheus even feels attraction...sometimes. It's a rare occasion, but Morpheus is shocked when he experiences it for the first time: he's never truly felt a desire before, and letting go feels scary. Hob is there for him and feels delighted to gently guide him in this exploration. And when Morpheus doesn't want anything sexual, which is most of the time? Hob's still happy with his magnificent husband, their Netflix evenings, disastrous baking, long romantic walks, endless literature discussions, and his right hand.

Gosh, i love this!!! Love the idea that Dream being able to change his perception of sex because it no longer feels like a chore or something that he's been forced into doing (by societal expectations). Mostly he's still not interested but occasionally if he does get a stirring of attraction or desire, he can plop himself down in Hob’s lap and be his pillow princess for an hour or two.

Calliope is probably the happiest person when she sees how content Dream is these days. She and Dream can be good friends (now Dream isn't psyching himself up to have sex with her, and she isn't just constantly getting the vibe that her husband doesn't want her). It's much nicer to have coffee and gossip.

And Dream gets to go home to his husband. Maybe they'll take a shower together, or dance around the kitchen and have a midnight feast. And they'll go to sleep after making out until their lips are sore. Dream will feel no expectations, except the expectation of Hob’s love. That is absolutely guaranteed.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[olderthannetfic]

I think a lot of the lack of femslash criticisms also miss the fact that fandom emerges from canon and will reflect, for better or worse, what is already in that canon. So if we have a majority male cast, with the main character being male and the rival being male and the mentor-figure being male and the villains being largely male... I mean, just in terms of numbers and which relationships have the most emotional energy, fandom largely will have majority m/m. And genre fiction, which fandom tends to gravitate towards, is heavily biased towards male characters.

(And even when male side characters get a lot of shipping... usually they're fitting other common popular fandom tropes or they're essentially more fanon than an actual thing people ship-ship. You probably aren't going to be shipping the Female Love Interest™ with another side female character except in a Pair The Spares or background ship sort of way, but Those Two Guys are probably gonna get shipped and typically they're going to be dudes. And even those kinds of het or slash ships can come across as deceivingly popular when they actually aren't, because they're more like popular fanon so they pop up a lot in fics but only in the background rather than the main focus, and those are same ships I often see being brought up as "if you can ship two background men then why aren't you shipping this femslash ship!" wank alongside anomalies like Klux)

Even the Among Us fandom which has the gender-ambiguous characters often interpreted as male. Yes, from what I can tell m/m is way more popular but in terms of genre and setting which will influence how people write for it, it's mostly male characters. It's essentially The Thing In Space and The Thing had a male cast while Alien is notable for being an exception by having a female protagonist in that kind of space setting, and even then, it was still majority male characters in terms of raw numbers, all of which will influence fanfic writers and artists. Plus from what I've read there's often some kind of gender fuckery going on with the Imposter so m/m might even been entirely accurate for a lot of those fics. So while there are perhaps valid criticisms about the lack of female characters in those genres in general that fandom then reflects, it's unreasonable to suggest it's just fandom hating women. Plus everything we've already covered around how it's also related to what a majority queer women (and trans-people-who-were-AFAB) with potentially complicated feelings about female bodies find hot and fun.

But go to the magical girl genre and it's majority femslash, just like how even on ao3 any buddy-cop show with a male and female lead will primarily be het. And when there is a female relationship given the most focus, or when it's canon, the fandom will obviously be majority femslash even on ao3. And I get that it's frustrating when the genres you enjoy have a dearth of women in them or shittily written women, and I agree that we should do better with that, but it's not fandom's responsibility to do so (and it's not like there isn't an entire subgenre of fix-it fics that aren't "what if this female character was written well"). It feels kinda mean to say it, but if you want femslash right now you might want to look in different genres where the protagonist and the most significant characters related to them are all women, and one without a canon male love interest (or a really boring, blank slate one no one cares about).

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I don't watch Xena for the dudes, definitely. Haha.

Re the Among Us thing, someone said a lot of the fic was clearly inspired by streamers anyway, so that's where the genders are coming from.

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Hey! I’m just curious, do you think the everlark fandom is getting smaller?

That's a really difficult thing to judge, Anon. I've been here a long time and I've seen the fandom go through swells and lulls multiple times over the years. There's so many factors that contribute to the size and amount of activity in a fandom. People leave for other fandoms, some of them return, some don't. Some spilt their attention and efforts between mulitple fandoms. Some people just need to take breaks from how often they create, post, and interact... and that can create the momentary feeling of a shrinking fandom, even if it's not real.

For my part, I've been around so long that sometimes it feels like no one is saying anything about the books and movies and Everlark in general that I haven't already heard, but that attitude is super unfair towards the people who are newer to the fandom. It's ridiculous to expect them to go through over a decades worth of old posts, fics, artwork, etc, and get all the history of the fandom that those of us who've been here a long time already have. Especially since, if you pay attention to A LOT of the newcomers, these are kids who read the books/saw the first four movies as teens and have returned to the material with new appreciation and some seriously deep takes on the material.

So to me, part of the reason it feels smaller is because in many ways, I've retreated into my corner and don't interact as much. I leave the analysis and fangirl posting and furious ask sending to the fresh eyes and young blood. They deserve the chance to fully enjoy their enthusiasm and to build what remains of the fandom into their own community.

Also, I've been through enough fandom wank and infighting at this point that I'm so tired, Katniss. Just let me sit in my rocking chair on the porch and nap, occasionally waking up long enough to spout off a story and be told, "Okay, Grandma."

I guess my point is, no there might not be the same heightened level of activity as ten/twelve years ago. Creators may be sharing their work at a slower rate, fans and readers might not be interacting as much, but that should not diminish the passion and enjoyment of those who are here and fully active. I don't want people to come here and see asks like this and think "Oh... well I guess no one's home..."

I don't want that deterrent to those who come here seeking others to discuss and freak out over thg and Everlark. And I hope you don't either. Becasue even if it is "shrinking," there are still people here and there are still newcomers arriving all the time. Small but mighty, my friend.

<3 kdnfb

#anonymous #look at that ask #for the record #i'm old enough to be y'alls mom #not your grandma #but i'm making a point here lol

[kedreeva]

I generally stay out of any discourse but there's one thing I read that makes me feel like I'm losing my mind and since I've been in love with your Good Omens meta since season 1 I figure you might help me shed some light on the issue.

I've read in a post that Crowley only stops Elspeth from offing herself because Aziraphale inspired him to do so with his own attempts to save Elspeth's soul and I feel this is...canonically incorrect? Like, not ambiguous or free for interpretation but literally canonically incorrect. The point of the minisode was foreshadowing on Aziraphale's lack of...not understanding of but willingness to accept Heaven's cruelty. It's Crowley who always jumps in first to sace everyone: Siti when she's about to curse God, the humans at the ball, Maggie and Nina when Saraquiel wants to turn them into pillars of salt.

Am I losing my mind or is the take about Aziraphale being the reason for Crowley rescuing Elspeth absolutely not canon? Because I fear if it was, I'd thoroughly misunderstood Crowley's entire character. The whole point is that he is good, that he protects and saves the innocent, without having to be inspired or prompted to do it, right?

I'd be very much obliged if you could shed some light on that for me 😅

I'm gonna level with you, I don't know who Elspeth is, or have recollection of Crowley saving her, or whether Aziraphale did or did not influence anything. I watched S2 once and went "ah, it's not finished, no thank you. I will await the finish before I engage again" and set it gently and lovingly back down. Through this method, I generally avoid wank like whether or not Crowley was influenced by Aziraphale to do a thing I don't remember anything about to a person I equally may as well never have met.

But, if I may say this, you're allowed to have a different headcanon to someone else. Heck, you're allowed to have a different headcanon than anyone else. You are allowed to interpret canon in a complete 180 way from someone else, and can do so without worrying about what they think happened, because the characters are fictional and canon is merely a corpse whose pockets we rifle through for loose beliefs the moment we're finished consuming it. Make your own post about how you think it went, there are bound to be people who agree with you. Maybe you'll find them, maybe you won't. Won't know til you try.

Good luck out there friend!

#asks #anon asks #sorry I'm not more helpful in this regard #if you'd like #come back after season 3 and try again #good omens

[trekkie-lkm-archive]

Kink meme archiving project: Star Trek

Hello! I've started a personal project in 2024 to archive the old kink memes on livejournal for my favourite show: Star Trek. I'll be working my way through them all slowly- so while I'm starting with the reboot one (which is a huge undertaking! will definitely take me a while) this blog will go through every single one I can find. This is not to repost fictions, you will not find actual works posted here just links to the original threads I find them on with additional links whenever possible to authors personal livejournals and other places they may have posted it, as well as a final link to where I am archiving said fics via the wayback machine-- Which seems to be as screenshots of the kink page as otherwise the comments (where the fics are) does not appear so please forgive any clunky/outdated appearances

This is not an ask blog, a rec blog, or anything else of the sort. It is purely for archival purposes to have everything located in one place-even then it is mainly to be used as a reference point for myself with my work with the wayback machine. As such asks will never be open and besides this I will not be posting anything besides links.

As it is not a rec blog or anything of the sort I will not be vetting the fics- by this I mean I will not be leaving anything (purposefully) undocumented in regards to these fics, regardless of how I or anyone else may feel about their subject matter--it is a Kink Meme and all possible warnings apply. I will be adding verbatim how the original prompts listed its kinks/warning and if an author added any warnings to the very start of the fic I will do my best to add them as well. But if you see a post and decide to read the fic it contains please do your own research if you know certain content upsets you.

I will not be saving unfilled prompts but the content that is there may not be complete either, basically as long as some sort of fill is there and available I will be posting it--If there claims to be a fic but I have no way to access it it will be made into a special post with screenshots and asks for help in regards to original content if I can not find it on any other archive-- a long shot but maybe someone knows someone who has screenshots or was the original author who can add a link to where they have saved their work!

All of this to say, while tumblr is questionable my posts may or may not end up in the tags, so I hope this pinned post is a useful as a sort of FAQ and that I don't get reported for spam or anything

projects like this are a big undertaking, and it's just me doing this, I can't be sure how fast or if at all I will complete this but I believe it's important to preserve fandom history, the kink memes are a big part of my fandom experience, and I've been so so happy to see them start to make a reappearance as 'prompt memes' on tumblr and A03, as the kink memes on livejournal are over a decade old there's bound to be TONS of fans who have never experienced them and find livejournal confusing to navigate, I'm hoping this inspires people to give older fics a try, give lots of love to those fic writers who might come across this blog, and even gives a boost to the current prompt meme revivals!

While asks are off, if you need to contact me you can reply to this post, I'm hesitant to give out my personal tumblr in case the content causes fandom wank--the internet is a very different place than it was a decade ago and terminology and kink that was commonplace in those circles may be harshly met now but we will see how it goes!

ALSO!!! if at any point in the future you see this and think this would be a good idea for other fandoms ( I know Glee has a fucking HUGE kink meme presence for example) you can just straight up go ahead and do it! no need to reinvent the wheel or ask permission if you like how I organized the info you can have the blue print-- I think the important part is archiving on the wayback machine. Think of how much past fandom history has been lost, and how much will be lost once old giants like livejournal and ff.net go down-- hell I think I even use to read fics on sites like quizzila at one point, gone now, and all the other places that existed like geocities, MAILING LISTS!! EMAIL AND GOOD OLD POSTAGE!

While A03 is doing amazing at archiving, places like the kink memes are hidden gems, so many fics are just small bits of love that don't get posted anywhere else and it's so sad to think about what will be lost.

Edit 11/1/24

I think I'm making steady progress! I know its going to be a slug getting through it all, just this one kink meme has 14 parts to it with like an average of 8000 comments each which could be like . . . at least a thousand or a good few hundred fics in each (would it be an 8:1 ratio??? i feel like that's too high) either way combined i'm looking at a good few thousand fics for ONE kink meme and there's TONS out there-- and if i manage to get through all of them before LJ gets shut down (this could very well take me years) then there's all the communities they get cross posted in who have their own fandom events and a whole bunch of fics to maybe also archive. Or just all the authors i'm finding who have other fics on their Journals who haven't been active in years! But I can't think that far ahead or I get overwhelmed, this is at its core a kink meme archive.

I've sorted out an issue I've had with a handful of fics where the adult warning archives instead of the fic. as far as i can tell there's no solution through it using the main archive (there is with other sites, but LJ is a special old girl) but there's a different archive I can use-though i cant seem to then archive THAT on the main site . . . so that's still a problem, but I've tagged those fics 'other archive' to come back to at a later date.

I have a hard time trying to locate other places people may have posted their fics if they don't leave me very obvious bread crumbs so if you (yes, YOU, the person reading this sometime in the future) see a writer you recognize you're more than welcome to tag them or add additional author info in a reblog or just whisper in the tags or reply (if this blog is still active mystery person reading this a decade in the future)

either way, i'm hoping to get through this particular kink meme by the end of the year. I know it's only 11 days into the new year but i'm really trying to pace myself so I don't burn out. I'm almost positive I can get through the first part this month so an average of one a month shouldn't be impossible (so average like a page and a half a day, which is still like 18 fics/per day)

24/1 lmao ok so I started Vyvanse, and I hyperfocused and basically archived 163 fics in the last 24 hours and finished the first of fourteen sections of the first kink meme on my list-- which is golden! Awesome! Spectacular! 410 fics in just that first part,( they tapered off from an average of 11 fics per page to 8 basically) I'm doing amazing! And--this is looking way to far ahead-- but I like to think now that I'm in a solid rhythm (of how to archive not how to pace myself) once all the kink memes are done I'll start a whole new blog and archive all the other trek comms I can find, because theres a lot of crossposting going on and theres just so many comms with their own special events and things that have been archived but on things like delicious which is gone or in blogs that have been deleted as a whole. like st-anon! But anyway I'm having a lot of fun! And I'm probably not gonna look at this blog for a week but I've got days in the bank baby!

19/2 I've reached part 3!!!! I'm right on track where I want to be mid february, there was a small decrease in the number of fics in #2 but a lot more than going through page by page made it seem-- a common theme I've noticed is misplaced comment fics, which is so fascinating! It's so easy to misplace your comment on threads, and instead of hostility or mod culling it's treated with comradery (get it?) and kindness. I'm still looking at around several thousand individual fics just for this kinkmeme and after this one there's so many more, one is already lost to a purge but there's at least one other huge one. My queue ran out the other day because I was dealing with a dead rat somewhere in my kitchen walls, very distressing, and a bit embarrassing cause this blog doubled its following in the last few days, and it definitely feels a bit strange to know that this project is getting attention. Feels a bit like I'm sitting on my bed, back to the window, and every time I peer around my shoulder I see more people peering down at what I'm doing. Which I WANT people to be able to do cause that's the whole reason I'm doing this but it's like a 'damn wish I'd thought to put pants on' kinda vibe. I don't feel very professional. But still . . . we persevere!!!

22/2 horrific news. Just realised I wasn’t counting the posts with multiple fics . . . As multiple fics. So even the posts with five individual fics. Have only counted as one in my count. The absolute buffoonery. The agonising idea of having to individually check each post. The massive urge to quit and sulk for five years. But still. . . We persevere. So I need to come back to stixk 1 & 2 and recount. But from the start of 3 we’re on track.

#star trek #archiving #kink memes #livejournal

[voxofthevoid]

You seem in and ask-y mood so what is your opinion on omegaverse bitching? (The act of an alpha fucking another alpha in an act of dominance and degradation. In some instances if an alpha is bitched enough/the right way, they can turn into an omega)

While we're on the topic what's your opinion on omegaverse non-alpha/omega pairings? You used to be super into omegaverse (and I'm reading your backlog) so I was curious. I don't think you've done a/b/o in jjk yet?

Haha, yeah, I'd reblogged a pretty fun ask game. But my inbox is always open.

I hate bitching. It strikes me as the omegaverse version of "dom breaking," and it makes me want to stab things with a toothpick. I get why it appeals to people, but it's emphatically not my thing. I might read it in pure wank material with original or unfamiliar characters, but if I so much as see a mention of it in my fandoms, I'll block and fuck off.

As for non-alpha/omega pairings, I enjoy them and have written them. While I've mostly written alpha/omega, my favorite dynamic is actually alpha/alpha (sans bitching lmao). I like the potential in it, from characters repressing their instincts to wild, violent sex that comes from clashing instincts. I'm very picky about it though, especially when it comes to the latter kind. I'd prefer to write it more than read it.

And Nye. Nye. I'm stil into omegaverse. I have written omegaverse for JJK—you've read it. You've left comments too.

There's baby blue, the role reversal fic with alpha!Yuuji and omega!Gojou. I also spent most of Dec and Jan posting WIP Wed snippets for taking the flesh is the only virtue, an alpha!Yuuji/beta!Nanami/omega!Gojou fic.

I've also got a bunch of omegaverse plot bunnies for JJK:

i was born of the womb of a poisonous man: alpha!Yuuji/alpha!Gojou with heavy grooming

of all the deadly sins, he's lucky seven: alpha!Yuuji/omega!Sukuna + alpha!Yuuji/alpha!Gojou dubcon

before i fall for you (and get back this wasted youth): alpha!Yuuji/alpha!Gojou extreme relationship fuckery

sacrifice your consent for me: alpha!Yuuji/omega!Gojou dubcon where Gojou deliberately triggers Yuuji's first rut

biology will mix the cocktail of a lifetime: alpha!Yuuji/omega!Gojou that's old men porn with lactation kink

i want a taste of divinity (at whatever altar you made for me): alpha!Yuuji/alpha!Gojou with age reversal

i am like decay (i rot the ground that guides your way): alpha!Yuuji/alpha!Gojou first-time rut sex

As you can tell, I favor a/a over a/o, but I keep writing the latter more lmao.

#nylazor #i love my anons

[autumnslance]

Search, Tags, and Tumblr

Tumblr's search functions are notoriously weird, but there's a few common things to know about how it works in conjunction with Tagging. First things first:

-Tags are for searching but also personal blog organization as desired. This is why some folks have weird/funny personal use tags. Tags can use dashes and spaces, but not regular double quote marks ("), though single marks are fine (').

-Tag for what's in the post; adding other, unrelated tags "for visibility" is against Tumblr's TOS and gets you reported for Spam!

Example: if you make a post for your new Clive Rosfield screenshots, make sure you're only tagging terms relevant to Final Fantasy XVI and Clive Rosfield (and any personal organizing tags like "screenshots"); don't add tags like "Star Wars" and "SpongeBob", as Clive has nothing to do with those!

-Tag without censoring words! We use filters/blacklists here to avoid things we don't want to see. Can also work for words in the body of a post. There's no rules here against using "kill" or "death" or other terms defining common human experiences determined "too negative/dangerous" on other sites (stay civil to each other).

-If you do alt-spell things, it's only in the body of a post and usually when it's dislike of a fandom thing as a courtesy to those enjoyers. If I make a shipping post and say, for example, "I can't stand R3y|o", that's when I want to use weird spelling and symbols--and no common tags for that fandom! If you do use tags for organizing, keep it to things like "#anti (thing) or "#(thing) critical", again spelled correctly for others' blacklisting purposes and to keep it out of the Reylo Search and Tags so those fans can enjoy their ship without seeing negativity. Because...

-General Search pulls from Tags and Also terms found in the body of a post. If I just put "Thancred" in the Search bar at the top of the page, it'll show me any and all posts with "Thancred" in them, including 1) if the name is in the body of the post, 2) if the name is in a tag that's a sentence/includes other words, and 3) even if not tagged for Thancred.

This caused some wank a couple years back for certain fans when someone tagged a lascivious picture set with what they knew was a triggery NOTP for many...but they also put the characters' names in the post body, not realizing simply searching for either of those characters would pull it up (They also, IMO, should have put the images under a Read More to be doubly safe, for themselves and for others they knew might be upset stumbling onto said images, but the crux was not realizing how Tumblr Search worked).

-Tag Search specifically pulls from the tags; per Tumblr's info pages, the first 20 tags (out of 30 total allowed) now will show up in search. Common, consistent tags first are good for visibility. You can also Follow tags you want to keep track of; there's even a tab on your Dash for it.

-Reblogs do not show up in the searches, even with additions and new notes. However, a blacklist filter will catch tags put on the original post, even if the reblogger doesn't add it when it ends up on your Dash.

-You can also blacklist blog names/URLs. Think of it like Twitter's muting rather than a full block (though one can do that too, and should as needed).

Example: someone following Seanan McGuire doesn't like frogs, but she reblogs a lot of frogs. The follower blocked and blacklisted the blogs she often reblogs frogs from to minimize the number of frogs they see while still following a favorite author for her book info.

-If people ask you to tag a thing cuz it's a squick or full-on trigger, you can just do it, or you can politely say no; that's valid. It's up to that person then to decide if they want to blacklist or unfollow or block or what. Just be civil either and both ways.

In summary: if you're talking about bunnies cuz you took pictures at the local farm show, just write "bunnies" normally in the body and/or tags of the post, so anyone with "bunnies" blacklisted can avoid it--and folks who want to see cute pics of bunnies can find it!

Even if you use proper tags, or no tags, or only use alternate spellings in the post body to keep things out of the tags/searches, consider still using a Read More as a last line of courtesy to any followers or random folks you don't want to catch in the crossfire. Also consider hiding your blog from Search results, and/or Private posts.

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[ineffable-snowman]

Get to know the blogger, via five different ships from five different fandoms! (I cheated and made it five different ships from four different fandoms.)

Thanks for tagging me @sky-kenobye!

1. Ineffable husbands/wives/partners/idiots (Good Omens)

My comfort show and ship. What's not to love about the slowest of slow burns hereditary enemies to lovers? For this ship, almost everything works, even several tropes I've never seen the appeal of before make sense to me now (wing fic, gender bending... just to name a few).

On a personal note, it was through this show (or rather its fandom) that I figured out I might be on the aro/ace spectrum, just the experience of "There are other people who feel like that? There are names for that?" was wonderful and so that's also why it holds a special place in my heart. It's just overall a really positive fandom. Plus Neil Gaiman is on tumblr, which - although I hate celebrity culture - is cool.

2. Obikin (Star Wars)

My oldest ship. I started shipping them in 2005 when ROTS came out, I was gripped by the tragedy of the Obi-Wan&Anakin relationship (it was my introduction to Star Wars, I had no idea who Darth Vader was) and started writing fix-it fics to cope. The first fanfic I posted online was an epic Qui-Gon lives (for a while) AU ending in a Vader redemption arc through the power of friendship. I really like reading platonic Anakin & Obi-Wan, but usually go for the Obikin tag on AO3 because I'm too scared of antis and I know the Obikin writers are cool people. Although the Star Wars fandom as a whole has some ugly sides, I really enjoy the smaller Obikin fandom. Shoutout to my Obikin mutuals, who all are such nice, positive and chill people! No purity wanks, no shitting on other people's ships or kinks... maybe because we know we ship one of the most *problematic* pairings and that fiction =/= reality.

3. Stony (MCU)

I ship them not inspite of Civil War but BECAUSE of it. As a seasoned shipper of Obikin, Cherik and Grindeldore (insert obligatory fuck JKR here), I was like: ooooh, nice, this is the good stuff! Unfortunately, most of the fandom doesn't seem to share my excitement.

4. Sambucky (MCU again)

Boat montage, enough said.

In terms of fandom, it was an eye-opener regarding casual or subtle racism in fandom.

5. Kirk/Spock/McCoy (Star Trek)

Normally I'm not that interested in OT3s but I make an exception for these three. I also enjoy any combination of them (Spirk, Spones and McKirk are all great ships) but I need the third one to be there as well, and not just as a friend who sometimes gives advice to help the other two get together but as an important character in his own way.

Let me end with a controversial opinion: Star Trek V - The Final Frontier is my favourite Star Trek movie.

no pressure tagging @starwalkertales, @piecesofeden11, @fangeek-girl, @fulcrum843, @blue-eyed-cutiepatootie, @gingiekittycat and everyone else who hasn't done it yet!

#fandom things

[nostalgia-tblr]

Okay actually I do have a proper thought on the "sylki is incest" wank. which is that the "anti" take seems to be that Loki/Sylvie is obviously, glaringly, an incestuous pairing but its shippers deliberately ignore that because they like the pairing otherwise (yet also the accusation involves them liking the incest element... honestly it's a bit of a muddle, but let's move on). But. Well, here's the thing that is obvious, at least to me...

Go to AO3 and have a look to find the most popular (in terms of number of works) Loki pairing in the Marvel Cinematic Universe fandom as a whole. Actually, i'll save you the effort:

(These numbers are slightly out-of-date but the ratios remain accurate. I checked.)

Now, that. That is an incest pairing, isn't it? There is some fic which specifies an AU of some sort in which Thor and Loki are not related to each other but most of it is about brothers who are also lovers.

"But they're not really related," you say? Sorry, but in the important ways, they are. Every one of those films, and the Loki series, frames them as siblings-with-issues, and yes one of those issues is whether or not they agree that they are siblings, but I'd say the MCU comes down pretty firmly on the side of "they totally are."

And the point I'm making here is that the actual incest pairing is treated as such by its fans. If you don't feel up to reading any thorki fic I'll save you again and say that it overall leans into the "forbidden love" angle, and the shame and internal conflict of an incestuous attraction or relationship. So shippers of a given pairing do indeed know what incest is and they rarely try to avoid that aspect of such pairings.

Whereas. If you read the Loki/Sylvie stuff, that whole "thorki vibe" is entirely absent. Fans vary on variants, in terms of in what ways these two are or are not "the same person" but they agree on one thing: fucking some other version of yourself is not incest. This is pretty much a unanimous belief, and here I'll mention something else I think is relevant: there are a few sylki twincest AUs (many of which seem to have been written out of spite - LOL, fandom!) and in all of those the AU also features another crucial change - they are not both Loki variants in those fics.

Yeah, that's right! To make Loki and Sylvie siblings you have to remove the selfcest element entirely. Because - this may shock some of you, so sit down before you read this next part - you are not your own sibling. Even identical twins are obviously different people. A clone of yourself might get us into more philosophical territory but that's not what multiversal variants are either. Allow me to illustrate with another informative image:

You get me? Yeah, you get me.

So, to meander towards an actual conclusion here. The MCU!Loki fandom does not, in general, refuse to accept that romantic/sexual pairings that would be incestuous actually are incestuous. In fact if anything it embraces that element of such pairings. It is usually seen as the defining feature of them. If they think siblings are fucking then they will write about those siblings fucking, and they will not be shy about it!

And aside from that mentioned handful of AU fics, sylki is not written as incest. Because it just isn't incest. Look, if you personally see Loki and Sylvie as siblings to the point where the pairing squicks you out, then fair enough there's not much either of us can do about that. Do your best to avoid that content and don't be a wanker about it and I wish you well in your endeavours. But that isn't what most of the complaints stem from, is it? As usual in recent years fans who didn't like a pairing (which, btw, is allowed) wanted to have the moral high ground and some bright spark hit upon "this pairing is INCEST" via some slightly odd logic and it spread from there. Because we can't just not like something, can we? (Actually, that's also allowed!) No, we have to be better than those fans over there, who are all terrible people in some way. They are problematic.

And this is a lot of words for me to essentially say "no, the sylki fic and the thorki fic have very different vibes actually" but... well, they do. The sylki shippers are not denying the incest, because there is no incest there, and even if we for a moment pretend that "siblings" is a reasonable and indeed expected interpretation of the variants concept, it is clear from their content that the people who ship Loki/Sylvie do not see them that way. And that has nothing to do with DNA or otherwise, which I can prove with this very quick question: in one word (or less, if you can), what is the relationship between Loki and Thor?

You said "brothers" or "siblings," didn't you? No, you did. I know for a fact that you did, don't play coy with me on this. We all understand that these two characters who definitely share no DNA are, in every way that matters, brothers. This is not a difficult concept, it's not somehow confusing large numbers of fans either way.

tl;dr - Sylki isn't incest but if it was we'd all know that because the fans of it would not be constantly denying what would, almost certainly, be the main appeal of that pairing for them if that was the case. You can deny that all you want but 11,731 thorki fics (as of 10th December 2023) back me up on this one.

So there.

#sylki #thorki #loki series #cw: incest #like actually incest WHICH WE ALL RECOGNISE WHEN WE SEE IT DON'T WE JAN??? #fandom wank #wow that was a lot of words to state the completely obvious #if anyone's wondering yes i have read and written both sylki and thorki fic. PLEASE be sure to cancel me for the right one.

[thegainingdesk]

Competition

George stood awkwardly at the edge of the bar, looking out at the sea of men in various stages of obesity. He was on his third vodka and coke, desperately trying to pick up the courage to speak to any of the handsome men, but all the alcohol was doing was make his head spin.

"Your first time too, huh?" George looked up to see a tall, lanky man about his own age, with dark hair and a long face. The two of them were probably the only skinny men in the bar.

"That obvious?" George asked, looking down at the way that his clothes hung loosely over his trim body.

The other man laughed. "We sort of stick out a bit, don't we? I'm Patrick," he said, offering his hand, which George took, introducing himself. "I don't think I've seen you around on nights out, or any of the other gay bars. Are you at uni here?"

George shook his head, making himself feel dizzy. "I'm at Leeds. I got the train over when I heard about this gainer meet-up, I'm staying with some friends for the night."

"First year?" Patrick asked, and George nodded yes. "Same. I'm here in Manchester so it's really exciting that this is all just here, you know?"

The two chatted for a while, at first talking about their first term at university, George doing English literature and Patrick doing history, the nightlife in their new cities, sharing stories of drunken nights out. Over time, the tone of their conversation shifted, and they started sharing how they felt moving to a new city, how they felt like they'd rushed into making friendship groups they felt stuck in now, how difficult the shift from A-levels to uni was, and how abandoned and lonely they felt sometimes. They spoke about exploring their sexuality while they were away from home for the first time, hooking up with strangers, the pressure to date other skinny men, to stay skinny themselves, to ignore the parts of themselves that led to them sitting at the edge of a gainer night in a gay bar.

"I feel a bit stupid really, I didn't know what I expected to happen, I just," George searched for words and then sighed. "I've loved the idea of gaining for so long and I just thought if I came to this, then something would like, I don't know, unlock in me or something? Or some great big bear would fall madly in love with me and fatten me up." He looked down at his drink. "But you're the first person I've spoken to all night."

"Same here," Patrick sighed. "Do you ever feel like you could do it? Gain weight? Like them?" He gestured out at the large men in front of them. "Get fat?"

George was quiet for a while before answering. "Sometimes," he said, his voice barely audible. "It just feels so out of reach. I know I'm only 18, but I'm just so skinny you know? I weighed myself this morning. 147 fucking pounds. It's nothing. I just don't see how I can make my body look like how I want."

Patrick gave a small nod. "I know what you mean. Like I know how people gain weight, obviously, I've read enough bloody gainer stories. It's just so scary. What will people think?"

"I think I want to try though," George said nervously. "Coming here is just so, I don't know, I feel like it's a first step? It's the first time it's been real."

Patrick nodded, looking down at his drink. "The first time it's not just been you wanking in your bedroom? Yeah. I get that." He forced his eyes up to meet George. "Well maybe we could sort of do it together. It might be easier if we know someone else is doing it. Are you coming to the next one of these?"

"I… I don't know. I didn't know there was another one."

"There's two big ones every year. December and July. You'll come to the July one? Here, I'll give you my number." Patrick's smile was growing as he grabbed George's phone and typed in his number.

George felt a rising nervousness in his chest. Despite all he'd said, all he'd wanted, this felt too real, too much. Was he really ready to agree to this? Even so, he nodded and forced a smile. "Yeah. That sounds great. July it is." He made a big deal of looking at his watch. "Oh god, the time, I really need to, you know, I need to go, my friends will be, umm, up I guess. Waiting."

"Oh, okay, yeah, that makes sense," Patrick said, a little taken aback by George's sudden departure. "God, yeah, is that the time actually? I should go too really." As they left, he grabbed George's shoulder, and turned George's body towards him. "Hey, who knows how big we'll be when we next see each other!"

George gave a small smile and shrugged on his coat, before making his way to the door.

-

George had debated whether to come along for a few weeks. In the end, after a stressful end of his first year, he'd decided to just go for it. Patrick had probably forgotten all about him anyway. He'd go for a couple of drinks, ogle some fat studs, and go back to see his friends.

"George! I can't believe you came!" Patrick pulled him into a hug before he even got to the bar. "We managed to grab a table outside, come sit with us." He led George to a table along the canal in the late evening sunshine, where a group of skinny men who looked his own age were sat.

As they approached, one of Patrick's friends, a handsome black man, laughed. "Oh my god, are you George? Are you really into all these fatties as well? But you're actually sort of hot." He shook his head. "You two are insane."

George gave a small smile, not sure how to react. "Ignore Lee, he's always like that," Patrick said. "These are all my horrible bitchy gay friends. They only agreed to come to get drunk, they don't like them big and juicy like we do." The group made mock sounds of disgust. "Come on, come inside, you need a drink."

George followed Patrick inside, squeezing through the crowd of sweaty flesh. "You've told your friends? About gaining?" George asked.

"Oh my god no! No, I've not said anything about trying to, you know, actually gain weight. They just think I'm a chubby chaser. I kept on sleeping with fat guys, so I didn't really have a choice in keeping that one a secret," Patrick said.

"Oh, right, yeah. Yeah, same. All my friends know that I'm, you know, sleeping with a load of fat guys." George felt himself blushing at the lie. In truth, he'd carried on hooking up with conventionally attractive men all term, scared of what people might think. Until tonight, he'd only acted on his real desires in the safety of his bedroom with the door firmly locked, with his hand wrapped around his cock as he watched video after video.

"Don't worry, they're not staying long," Patrick said, mistaking George's nervousness. "They're just here to keep me company while I waited, they're going to a drag thing in a bit."

"Oh, I really don't mind, they seem nice," George said, relief washing over him.

Patrick leaned in close and whispered conspiratorially. "How's it going? Gaining weight? I was 191 pounds this morning! That's 22 pounds!" He looked down at himself and pinched an invisible roll of fat at his side. "I know you can't really see it yet, but it's just so amazing. I sometimes get a little belly when I eat too much. I reckon it'll get obvious pretty soon. I won't be able to hide another 22 pounds!"

George looked at Patrick up and down. "No, I can kind of see it, actually, now you mention it. Like you don't look fat, but I don't think you look really skinny anymore."

"Do you think so?" Patrick said, looking down at himself. "Yeah, I can sort of see what you mean. Like I'm not scrawny anymore, building up a base." He lifted his eyes with an enormous smile on his face. "How about you? How much have you gained?"

George wanted to floor to swallow him up. "Oh, umm, not as much as you. 20 pounds is amazing, you know. I've put on a little bit. Like 10 or 15 maybe. I'd gained a bit more, but I was ill for a bit." George winced internally at the lie. He'd actually only gained 7 pounds, every one of them unintentional, bringing him up to 155. He could still even see his ribs. He'd thought alot about his deal with Patrick, but assumed Patrick wouldn't take it seriously. "You're right though, it's so frustrating, you know, how you can't see it, but it's really hot still, even if, you know, it's not noticeable or anything."

Patrick gave a small, polite smile. "Hey, that sounds great man, glad you've been making those gains too!" George could hear the insincerity and slight pity in Patrick's voice. "Got to start somewhere, you know. You'll get there, definitely."

By this point, the two of them had reached the bar. "I'll get these," Patrick offered. "We'll do rounds." He turned back to the shirtless bear behind the bar. "What IPAs do you have on tap? Yeah, yeah that sounds great, thanks. George?"

"Oh, yeah, the same, definitely," George said. Usually, George couldn't stand beer, but he didn't think he could bear the embarrassment of sitting next to Patrick with a vodka and coke while Patrick made his way through a real man's drink.

The two made their way outside, and chatted to Patrick's mates for a while. Despite George feeling awkward, he felt like Lee was flirting with him, and he began to loosen up a little. As it started to get darker, Patrick's friends finished their drinks and stood to leave.

"You two chubby chasers have a good night! Try not to ravage these poor innocent fatties too much, yeah?" Lee said loudly as they left. George felt himself blushing, but the table next to them laughed good naturedly and a couple gave wolf-whistles. "And you," he said as he leaned towards George's face. "I wasn't joking when I said you were hot. Here's my number," he slipped George a slip of paper, "and you can call me if you come to your senses, yeah?" With that, he kissed George lightly, before standing back up. Whoops and jeers came from the table of fat men next to them, and Lee ran to catch up with his other friends, already halfway down the street.

"Well come on then," one of the men from the next table over said. "If you're looking for some fatties to ravage tonight, you might as well start with us." The others laughed, but made what little room they could, squeezing together onto the benches as much as their lard would allow. Patrick looked at George and grinned, before moving his pint over.

The group was friendly, and had clearly been coming to these nights for years. They introduced themselves, and one of them, Stewart, seemed particularly interested in George. Stewart was maybe 10 years older, with a powerlifter's build - a large, firm gut attached to a thick muscular body. Meanwhile, Patrick was starting to snuggle up to Dan, an enormous man who must have been in his 50s.

"So what," Dan asked after a while, "are two tasty morsels such as yourselves doing amongst us utter whales?"

"We're gainers too," Patrick declared proudly. The table burst into laughter, and George tried to shrink himself down as much as possible to make himself unnoticeable.

"Come on, come on fellas," Stewart said, waving them to settle down. "We all started somewhere. If these two want to get bigger we should be encouraging them. Literally, actually." He turned to George. "How old are you anyway?"

"Nineteen," George replied quietly.

"See!" Stewart said back to the table. "I wish I'd known I wanted to gain by the time I was nineteen, instead I spent years wasting effort on cutting for bodybuilding competitions." He nudged George and lowered his voice. "You'll get there, done worry. Here," he gestured to the pile of bar snacks in the centre of the table. "Help yourselves, you two'll need it more than us."

Patrick pounced on the food, grabbing a couple of bags of crisps and tearing into them, looking towards Dan for approval, who didn't seem to notice. George quietly took a bag and started eating.

Throughout the night, George started to enjoy himself more and more. Even the slightly sour beer started to grow on him. The group they were with, Stewart especially, made him feel like he was really part of the community, despite his diminutive size.

Around midnight, George excused himself to go to the toilet, while Patrick lifted his shirt up to show off how bloated he was to the uninterested group, his stomach showing a slight, squint-to-make-it-out curve with a thin trail of hair leading down its centre. George did his business and washed his hands, walking out of the toilet and immediately bumping into Stewart's firm mass.

"Oh, sorry, I'll just," George stammered as he made to get out of the older man's way.

"No, don't worry," Stewart said, gently gripping George's arm. "I was actually looking for you, wanted a quick chat." George nodded and allowed himself to be led to a tall table in the corner.

"Listen," Stewart continued. "I know how daunting it is when you're young and trying to get into any gay scene, and it's even more duanting when the scene's all about how you look and changing your body. Here's my number, I'm happy to give you some tips, or just to chat if you're feeling weird about stuff. And you're at a great age to put on some muscle along with some fat, if you fancy, get strong at the same time, I'd be happy to give you some pointers. I'm even in Leeds quite frequently, if you wanted to meet up. Just don't push yourself, you know? Your friend's put on a stone and reckons he's the hottest bear here, and that can be really dangerous. Sorry, I'm rambling, I've probably had too much to drink."

"No, no, thank you," George told him. "It means a lot. I'd really like to, I mean, I've not even really started gaining a any weight yet, but, like, it would be great to, I feel like if, like you say, if there's someone to-"

He was cut off as Stewart leaned in to kiss him, deeply. George felt electric. Magical. How many times had he touched himself, looking at men like Stewart? And now here he was, being touched by a bona fide muscle bear, who was encouraging him, telling him he could do it, telling him he could get fat, get strong, just like him. It was so different from his earlier kiss with Lee, from any kiss he'd ever had before. Yes, Lee was hot, but this was something that George had wanted for years, for forever maybe.

The kiss must have lasted over a minute, but it still wasn't long enough for George, who reached out towards Stewart as he pulled away. Stewart laughed and put a hand on George's cheek. "Sorry, you were rambling, which was cute, but I also needed to get you to stop somehow. Look. You're handsome, but you're also young, and new to all this. I'm going to go home, and you're going to go back to Leeds." He must have seen George's face drop because he quickly continued. "But I meant what I said. Text me. Give me a call. We'll get you nice and big, if you want to, yeah?"

George nodded. "Thank you. Really. I think I… I think I do want to."

Stewart smiled and gave George a brief, brushing kiss on the lips. "That's what we like to hear," he said, before moving back to their table to say his goodbyes.

George had one final drink before making saying his own goodbyes. He asked the group if they'd seen Patrick, but they all just shrugged, except Dan, who pointed over at a young man with a soft, flabby gut, Patrick attached to his face and clinging to his love handles for dear life.

-

"Oi oi!" Stewart cried as George took his coat off. "Look at those guns! And is that a cheeky little belly I see?"

"Shut up," George said, but with a massive grin on his face. In truth, his hard work at the gym and at the dinner table had only recently started showing on his frame, but yes, his belly was starting to curve out into a slight dome, and he'd specifically chosen a t-shirt that showed off his new, lightly muscled arms and clung to his small pecs.

"How many pounds are we looking at then?" Stewart asked.

"One-eight-nine this morning," George replied with a slight smile. No, it wasn't much, but it had given him a massive confidence boost, and was an exciting start for him. And on his average height, it was more noticeable than when Patrick had been a similar weight the last time they'd met.

"God, what's that? 40 pounds?" True to his word, Stewart had kept in contact with George as a mentor, and had been tracking his gains keenly.

"34," George said with a blush.

"Bloody hell! 34 pounds of muscle and fat in six months! Here chaps, to be young again, eh? I can only seem to put on weight when I'm not trying to these days," Stewart said with a wry smile. There were some grumbles of ascent around the table, some half-hearted congratulations towards George, but ultimately they were all here for much larger, sexier men.

George was grateful for Stewart's encouragement, now and in the last six months. He'd had a complete shift in his perspective, and was starting to see the gainer community as something he was a part of, not just something to view from afar. As well as his recent weight gain, he'd built up the courage to meet up with and sleep with some fat men for the first time, confidently showing off his dates to his friends.

George got himself a drink and settled back down at the table. As he took his first sip, the table erupted into wolf-whistles and cheers. He looked up to see Patrick walking towards them.

"Oh hi guys, good to see you all again. That chair free? Thanks." Smugness came off Patrick in waves. While earlier in the year he'd had to convince anyone who would listen that he did, in fact, have a belly, he was now obviously chubby. A small, soft paunch bulged out against a tight button-down, the hem just on the verge of riding up and showing off soft lard, meaning he had to tug it down after each small movement. His chest had blossomed into two mounds of fat, with small breasts that came out as far as his new belly, topped with large nipples that showed through the tight shirt.

"Wow Patrick, you're looking great," George said. "Well done on the gain, you must be really happy. How big are you?"

Patrick gave an obviously feigned look of surprise and looked down at himself. "Oh, yeah, thanks, is it really noticeable? Yeah, so I've put on thirty-something pounds, I was 217 last time I checked, so that's umm, let's think, 15-and-a-half stone I suppose," Patrick said, his gait measured and well-practiced, with carefully considered small pauses to allow people to react. "Who knows now though, I've probably put on a bit more since, it's so hard to keep track."

"Well it looks good," George said with a smile. "I know how much you've wanted this."

Patrick gave a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Well, you know, if you want something you've got to take it." His eyes moved up and down George's body. "What about you? Did you decide against gaining in the end?"

"Hey!" Stewart interjected. "He's probably put on more than you actually, he's just starting off a bit smaller is all. And he's been putting on muscle too," he said proudly.

George gave Stewart a small smile in thanks, but otherwise tried to hide behind his pint. He couldn't believe how stupid he'd been, getting so proud of a bit of a bloat and getting a little stronger.

"Oh right," Patrick said. "Well done you I suppose. You know, I sort of thought that you'd given up when I heard that you'd slept with Lee this summer."

"Oh, yeah, I mean, it turns out that our families live in practically the same part of London. We met up a couple of times and ended up at his. He actually said he quite enjoyed it when he was here in July, said he sort of saw the appeal," George explained.

"Well, like I said, I thought you must have even lost that, what was it, two pounds you'd put on last time, if Lee was sleeping with you. He's always bitching and moaning at me about how fat I'm getting, says I'm disgusting." He gave a short, harsh laugh and cupped one of his small tits. "He even says I'm getting boobs, can you believe it?" he mewed in a cloying voice.

"Those really are great," Ian, one of the younger and smaller men around the table said. "My chest still isn't even that big and I must still be a stone more than you. You're getting such a great shape, really soft." Patrick gave a self-satisfied pout and shook his chest for his audience, before giving another loud, forced laugh. "Can I get you a drink?" Ian asked, which Patrick accepted with a smug grin.

George felt deflated. He tried his best to get involved in the conversation, particularly when it turned to lifting, which he now felt he could contribute to, but every time he said something he felt like Patrick would jump in to shift the attention back to him.

"Don't talk to me about workouts!" Patrick cried one time. "Getting into these shirts is a workout on its own these days! My entire wardrobe fits like this nowadays you know, buttoning a shirt is like a CrossFit class."

"Sounds like you need to buy new clothes then," Stewart grumbled. George had noticed that he'd been uncharacteristically quiet all evening, only chipping in with an occasional grumpy remark. "Right, I should get going," he said, draining his glass and standing up. "I'll see some of you around I suppose, some of you in July."

George pounced on the opportunity. "Me too actually. I'm meeting up with my friends. It was great to see you all. Yep, I'll come to the next one, yeah, cheers, you too, bye, yeah." He raced after Stewart.

"Don't listen to him," Stewart said as George caught up with him. "You're doing great, made a fantastic start." George thanked him and the two were quiet for a while before Stewart spoke up again. "There's always some like that. Put on a few stone and they reckon they're the first person in the world to do it. He'll be sat there reckoning he's going to be the fattest person in here in a few years. You just keep on doing what you're doing and focus on you, yeah?"

George nodded and thanked him. They reached a corner where George had to turn away, and Stewart wished him a goodnight. George watched his back as he retreated, thinking back to their kiss, six months before.

-

George and Lee walked in later than they'd planned, George having to go to buy some new shorts before the shops closed for the evening. His thighs were wearing holes in his trousers at a rate he couldn't keep up with, and he'd realised only once he'd gotten on the train that he was practically indecent, a large hole in his crotch showing off his jockstrap when he sat down.

"Thought you weren't coming!" Stewart cried as he saw George approach.

"God, I nearly didn't make it. I had to buy new shorts, my thighs are getting out of control," George explained.

"They look it!" Stewart said admiringly. "And the rest of you actually, you've really blown up!" The rest of the table nodded in agreement, the closest of them even reaching out to squeeze his bicep.

George gave a proud grin. His muscles had really started to pop recently, with thick, python-like arms and rounded pecs. He felt strong and sexy, for the first time in his life. These muscles were coated with a smooth, thin layer of fat, covering up any definition that might threaten to show up, and a small, firm gut bulged out at George's middle, hairy and round. His thighs had received the brunt of his growth, in both muscle and fat, making finding trousers that fit a continuous battle.

"Glad to see you've finally decided to put on a little weight, joined the club at last," Patrick's voice cut through the chatter. George turned to see Patrick patting a large, soft gut at his centre, sat at a table not far away. He'd clearly put on a lot of weight since Christmas, most of it on his gut, with his moobs keeping pace and continuing to push out against a tight t-shirt, as they'd done before. His face had seriously started to fill out now as well, with a double chin forming and his previously long face rounding out with hamster cheeks. He got up, straining with much theatricality, and walked over. "How much do you weigh now?"

"Oh, hey Patrick, I didn't see you there," George greeted him, taken aback by his confrontational tone. "Yeah, I'm like 220 now, I'm trying not to focus too much on the numbers right-"

"Oh, that's cute," Patrick interrupted. "I was up to 243 this morning, completely empty of course, I'll be up to 245 with everything I've eaten today. I actually tried to take a little break a few weeks ago," he gave a short, fake laugh that no-one joined in with. "Fat lot of good that did, pardon the pun, I just can't seem to stop though. I think my body was made to be fat, you know?"

"Oh, wow, that's great Patrick," George said with a small smile. "Like I said, I'm just trying to focus on putting the work in at the moment, you know, not worry too much about numbers, just enjoy myself."

"Of course!" Patrick said loudly. "You've got to enjoy yourself, that's what this is all about isn't it," he said with self-perceived wisdom. "Hedonism and pleasure and all that. It's just that you enjoy being a little gym bunny and I enjoy getting fat," he gave a smile like a snake.

"I mean, I'm really enjoying the weight as well-" George began.

"And Lee! Fancy seeing you here! I haven't seen you in ages! Didn't think you went in for us fatties," Patrick interrupted, turning his attention to Lee, stood next to George.

"Hey Patrick," Lee said, not quite meeting the fat man's eyes. "Yeah it's been a long time hasn't it? You been good? Yeah, me and George have been meeting up in the holidays a bit, I've sort of started to get what's so sexy about some of you big boys." He gave George's bicep a squeeze at this. "George is actually staying at mine this weekend, so I thought I'd come along."

Patrick gave a sharp exhale out of his nostrils. "That's sweet. I guess you don't like them too big though, hey?" He gave his gut a shake. "If I'd known I'd have shown you what it's like to sleep with a real fat boy."

Lee forced a nervous laugh. "I guess, yeah. Well it's great to see you anyway, we'll all have to get together some time, all the old gang."

"That sounds so good, yeah. I'd love to see all their little twink faces when they see me!"

"Great, yeah," Lee said, and turned back towards George. "Anyway, we should go get a drink shouldn't we? Lovely to see you Patrick."

The two went inside, where they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well that was…" George started.

"Oh god I know right? I've barely seen him since Christmas, he turned into a massive bitch when he started getting properly chubby," Lee said. "Kept on going on about all the men who worshipped him in bear bars, how he can't believe he used to care what 'twinks like us' used to think." He sighed and rubbed his face. "And some of the other guys were a bit mean about it I guess, but it was mainly jokes, you know? And he loved it! Every time someone said how fat he was getting you could literally see him squirm. Ugh, whatever, anyway, we all just stopped hanging out with him after a while, and he's got his little harem of chubby chasers to entertain him now, so fine."

"Oh god, he seems awful now," George said. "He seemed alright when I first met him. Anyway, come on, what do you want? Everyone else will have been drinking for hours, we're the only sobre ones here I think."

They rejoined the table, purposefully choosing a circuitous, meandering route around the tables to avoid passing too close to Patrick, and settled down to drink with the older crowd George had established over the last couple of years. They had a great time, George's confidence having increased in leaps and bounds since putting on some weight. He really felt like he belonged with the group, and was surprised to realise that he wasn't the smallest at the bar anymore.

Eventually, the group got more and more drunk, moreso than George had seen from any of the other meet-ups, and he found himself in a similar state. His shirt was growing tighter and tighter as he bloated up. At one point, he gave a loud, long burp which he swore almost rattled the pint glasses that were closely packed on the table.

"Oh god, no, gross," Lee said, as George leaned into kiss him, his breath still smelling of the burp. "No, I know that you lot are probably into all of that but I can't do that, no. I'm going to get some water and sit in the smoking area for a bit, if you lot are going to get all gross and gainer-y." George grabbed him and pulled him in for a kiss. Lee screamed out laughing, wriggling to get away. "No! No, oh this isn't fair, you're stronger than me, oh god, fine fine, one kiss, no! I said one. No, don't you dare, don't you dare burp aga- oh my god I hate you, I actually hate you." Still he allowed George a few more kisses, before reaching down to squeeze his juicy pecs, and walking away laughing. "I'll be back in like half an hour, you lot don't let him get anymore drunk!"

George laughed to himself before burping again and sighing, patting his growing gut contently. He breathed slowly, trying to calm his growing erection, which always happened the more bloated he got and whenever he was reminded about how much he'd grown. The group dispersed a little, most of them stumbling to the bar for another drink, leaving just Stewart and George sat alone. Stewart fiddled with a beer mat, staring intently into his pint.

"God this feels good, you know?" George said, breaking the silence.

"Hmm?" Stewart looked up and raised his eyebrows curiously.

"Being big. It feels, it feels really fucking good actually," George elaborated. "Thank you. I don't know if I ever really said it before but, thank you. All the help you've given me, the way that you've encouraged me to go for it, it's been massive for me, really. I reckon I'd still be some skinny little runt wanking off to pictures of fat men if it wasn't for you."

"'S'nothing," Stewart mumbled, going back to tearing up his beer mat. "You just looked so sad, you know. Tiny little thing. And that bloody," he jabbed a thumb towards Patrick's table, "that bloody," he carried on searching for the right word, "that bloody one. Even then he was being a dick to you. I don't think you even noticed though." He shrugged his hulking shoulders and gave a small burp.

"Well it meant a lot," George said, reaching out an holding Stewart's hand, and giving it a squeeze. He went to pull his hand away, but found Stewart gripping it tightly.

"I thought you liked me George?" Stewart slurred, staring intently at George.

"What? Of course I do Stewart, you're great," George insisted, furrowing his brow.

"Then why you with that one? Skinny boy. Lee." He spat the name out like a curse before hiccuping. "'M'I too fat for you? Too old?" He thumped his ball gut. "I thought you liked this."

"Oh, Stewart, seriously, I do, I really find you sexy, it's just." George exhaled and steadied himself. "It hasn't worked out before. I'm only in Manchester like twice a year, and you said I was too young and…"

"So it's my fault? My fault you went out and got yourself a boyfriend," Stewart said, letting go of George's hand and picking up a new beer mat to destroy.

"Come on, that's not what I said. And Lee isn't my boyfriend he's just, we have a good time," George said.

"Seemed pretty boyfriend-y to me," Stewart mumbled.

"Well, he's not, and even if he were, it's not like-" George was interrupted by people returning to their table, someone passing both him and Stewart a pint each.

"Nah, I don't want it," Stewart said, pushing the drink away. "Give it to the growing boy, he can use the calories. I'm leaving." He got up, stumbling a little, and ignoring he group's protestations.

"I'll go after him," George said. "You lot stay here, he's alright I think, just drunk. No, it's fine, I'll sort it."

He caught up with Stewart quickly. "Fuck off," the older man said gruffly.

"Yeah, I will, I will, just let me get you a taxi yeah?" George put an arm around the swaying man's shoulders and guided him towards the taxi rank. "Try not to be sick, yeah? Listen, I'll text you in the morning, I don't want you to be pissed off at me okay? Right, see you."

George decided to grab some food to sober up, so went to a nearby kebab shop. While he ate his chicken wrap and cheesy chips sat on a wall outside, he saw Patrick walk up, his body jiggling with every step.

"All your admirers run off then?" Patrick sneered.

"Just getting some food Patrick," George replied wearily.

"Well you'll need it if you ever want to catch me up now," Patrick snapped.

"Catch you- what the fuck are you talking about?" George asked. He was too tired and too drunk to deal with Patrick's bullshit right now.

"Oh come on, like I don't know what this is all about."

"I honestly don't know what you mean. What what is all about?" George wondered if he should just walk away, completely ignoring him.

"You getting fat! You were so jealous about all the attention I was getting, how sexy I look now, and you couldn't stand it," Patrick snapped. "Well you'll never weigh more than me so you can forget it. I'm an absolute natural and you decided to give me a head start. Thanks for that, but it's not like I needed it."

"Oh my god, Patrick, fuck off yeah?" George said, rubbing his forehead. "I'm not trying to gain weight to try and one-up you or something, I'm doing it because I like it. We literally met at a gaining event."

"And wasn't that convenient?" Patrick said.

George sighed. "I honestly can't even guess what you mean by that." He finished his wrap and stood up with his chips. "Have a good night Patrick, I'm going to go see my mates."

"Oh yeah, I bet you are!" Patrick called after him like it was the most scathing take-down anyone had ever heard.

George got back to his table and sat quietly, drinking his pint quickly. By the time he was finished, Lee had returned.

"You ready to go?" Lee said, seeing how withdrawn George was.

"Yeah, yeah, go on then," George stood and picked up Stewart's abandoned pint and necked it in a few large gulps, burping as soon as he was finished.

"You are so gross," Lee said, putting one arm around George's waist and rubbing his full gut with his other hand, laying his head on George's broad shoulder as they walked. "You had a good night?"

"Yeah, yeah, it was alright. Got a bit too drunk maybe," George replied quietly.

"You and me both, big boy. Come on, you best get me home and take advantage of me before I sober up and realise how fat you are," Lee teased, pinching George's nipple lightly.

-

George, Lee and Stewart sat in a small group, the first to arrive. George was thrilled that Stewart didn't seem awkward after the last time they'd met up, but found it off-putting that he wouldn't even acknowledge it had happened. Even texts sent to try and clear the air went completely ignored. Still, they were sat together now, laughing and joking like nothing had happened, and maybe that was for the best.

"Well, well, well, look who it isn't."

George sighed and stood up, turning around to face Patrick. "For an absolute bitch, you're really rubbish at coming up with bitchy remarks, did you know that?" Stewart and Lee laughed, and even some of Patrick's adoring fans had to stifle grins.

The two eyed each other up, trying to see who had gained the most. Both were clearly bigger than last time, but the slight difference in height and complete difference in body shapes made any comparison difficult. George had just gotten stronger and stronger, with broad shoulders and expanding muscles to frame his ever growing gut, now a heavy sphere that strained against a tight t-shirt, threatening to ride up both his arms and his gut at any moment. Patrick meanwhile had just gotten softer and softer, his moobs now sagging down to the sides a little atop a heaving, quivering mound of fat.

"I suppose you think a few extra pounds is supposed to be impressive?" Patrick sneered.

"254 pounds," George replied coolly. He'd expected this grilling and weighed himself that morning especially. "That's over 30 pounds since you last saw me, seems pretty impressive to me."

Patrick laughed. "Try 266. Like I said last time, you'll never catch up to me, skinny."

"I don't know, sounds like your lead is closing." George slapped his gut and pushed it out subtly, causing his t-shirt to ride up and reveal a sliver of hairy flesh.

Patrick's face dropped as he realised George was right. "Well you'll be giving up soon I expect," Patrick said, blustering. "You don't want to be covering up all those hard earned muscles do you? You lot never keep it up for long."

George shrugged his broad shoulders and flexed a bicep. "I don't know really, I'm not done by a long way. I'm not too fussed if all these muscles get covered up, I'll stay strong no matter what. I'd like to see what, ooh, 300 pounds looks like, then decide where to go from there. Probably a fair bit more if I'm honest."

Patrick scoffed. "You'll never get to 300. Not before me anyway."

"Alright then," George said. "Let's see. First to 300."

Patrick laughed. "And what does the winner get."

George shrugged again. "They get to be 300 pounds. While the other one knows they got beat. That's enough for me anyway."

Patrick shook his head. "You're such a bullshitter. Another 20 pounds and you'll get so nervous about your precious figure, you'll be back down below 200 where you belong."

"Fine, you do what you want. If you don't mind, I'm planning on enjoying myself, so if you'd kindly fuck off." George smiled and turned to sit back down.

"Oh I'll fuck off George! You'll see!" Patrick called in reply.

"He really is quite shit at witty remarks, isn't he?" Lee said.

"Hmm," Stewart agreed. "What was all that about then?"

"Oh, don't get me started," George said, leaning his head back. "He thinks we have some kind of gaining competition going on, and that the only reason I'm gaining is because I'm jealous of him or something. Honestly I couldn't even follow it when he was saying it, who knows."

Lee and Stewart both laughed at this. "That's ridiculous," Lee said. "You'd think he was the only person who'd ever put on weight."

"Here," Stewart said, leaning over and patting Lee's small belly. "Maybe you'll get to 300 before either of them."

"Oh god no, no. I'm enjoying my little experiment, but that's all it is for now, a little experiment." Lee leaned back to show off his newly added pudge. "If these two want to race to see who can get biggest that's fine, I'm taking it slowly and I'm taking it 20 pounds at a time, so I can back out when it all gets too much."

"Smart move! Couldn't me I'm afraid though," George said, biting into a chicken wing. "Mhm, thank god they've moved this to somewhere that does decent food finally. What about you Stewart? Eyeing up 300?"

"No no no no no! I'm quite content at 270 thank you very much. I've seen many people go down that road and I know how it ends. First they reckon they can just gain 10 pounds and they'll be such and such a weight, and then they might as well go for another 20 to reach this weight, or that weight, and all of a sudden they're waddling around this thing at 400-something pounds and they don't know how it happened."

George shifted in his seat. "Stop, you're making me hard."

Stewart laughed. "Filthy git. Yeah, that does seem more your speed actually. You just keep an eye on your own goals, yeah, don't get too caught up in getting bigger than Fat Pat over there, eh?"

Lee leaned over and lowered his voice. "You don't really want to get to 400 pounds do you?"

George shrugged. "Maybe. I definitely want to end up somewhere over 300 I reckon, after that I'll see how it goes."

Lee shivered, like someone had walked over his grave, and rubbed his small belly. "Doesn't appeal, sorry. It just sounds huge."

"Worried I'll end up too big for you, eh?" George teased.

"I'm sure I can make an exception for you," Lee replied, leaning in for a kiss. As he pulled away, George noticed Stewart hastily look away, a quiet look of sadness on his face.

At that moment, several large masses descended on their table, as the rest of their group arrived. "Bloody hell," Dan said, "they've finally moved somewhere that does decent food then."

"That's what I said!" George said through a mouthful of chicken.

The night went on, and George found himself mingling more than he'd done in previous years, roving around the bar, and only ducking back to his table to grab a plate of food or to catch a quick kiss with Lee. Around 11, he found himself drunkenly showing off to a gaggle of admirers, flexing for them as they stroked his heavy gut. Across the bar, George saw Lee roll his eyes, and he winked back at him, eliciting a laugh.

"You're not impressed, uurp, not impressed by him, oh Jesus, are, aarp, are you?" Patrick appeared, his round face red with exertion, shoveling food into his face, barely able to go a few seconds without burping. "You know I, UURP, fuck, you know I outweigh him by, urp, by like a stone right?"

"Patrick babes, come on," Ian said at Patrick's side, as he tried to guide him away. "You need to sit down. Come on, you don't need to eat anymore, we can all see how much you can eat, it's very impressive, come on, you're making yourself sick now."

"Fuck off skinny," Patrick snapped, punctuating it with a sickly sounding belch and panting. He closed his eyes and he visibly willed himself to put a fistful of chips into his mouth. "I can outeat, ugh, every fucking person in this, uuuurp, bar. I didn't get to this, oof, size by not knowing how to, uurp, eat."

"Jesus Christ Patrick, I think you need to slow down," George tried to put a hand on his shoulders.

"Oh fuck off! You'd, oh fuck, you'd like that, uugh, wouldn't you? Think you can stop-" he stopped, doubling over and retching, although thankfully nothing came out.

"Right, come on," George said. He moved Patrick's drink and food away from him, and put a strong arm around Patrick's side and bodily moved him towards the padded benches at the edge of the bar . George's arm bulged with the strain, and his newfound fangroup swooned at this display of dazzling heroics. Patrick collapsed down, and groaned at the sudden movement, clutching his bloated gut.

"Fuck, come on man, I know you think we've got some rivalry or something, but this is fucking bizarre," George said. "You've made yourself sick."

"You're just jealous that you, oof, that you can't eat as much as me," Patrick said, not opening his eyes or stopping gingerly rubbing his gut.

"It wasn't you," Ian told George, rolling his eyes. "He reckons Hamish was eating so much to, like, challenge him or something."

"Oh my god, Hamish is a machine, he really tried outeating him? Isn't he like 400 pounds?" George asked.

"Try 450 plus. Maybe 500 these days," Ian said.

"No wonder he feels like shit," George said.

"Oh fuck off," Patrick said. "Just, ugh, oh god, just because you think you can do better."

"Actually, I really don't fancy challenging Hamish to an eating conte-"

"Did he tell you I slept with him?" Patrick interrupted, finishing with a belch.

"What Hamish? Isn't he with Tom?"

Patrick shook his head. "Lee, aarp. A couple of months ago."

"Fuck off," George snapped.

"He likes 'em fat now. And you're just, ugh not cutting it. He practically begged me for it."

"You're lying, you fucking psychopath," George growled.

"Go ask him then," Patrick said, finally opening his eyes to watch the effect he was having on George.

George turned to see Lee staring at them with a concerned look on his face. George spun around and walked straight out of the bar, practically barrelling people out of the way as he did so.

"George, wait, stop," Lee's voice came from behind him as he stepped outside.

"Is it true?" George asked.

"George it's freezing, please," Lee pleaded.

"Is it true?"

"What did he tell you?"

"What are you so worried about him telling me?"

"George I don't know what he's told you but-"

"Then why are you so concerned all of a sudden?"

"George come inside, you know what he's like, I don't know what he said."

"Well why don't you take a fucking guess."

Lee went quiet and exhaled deeply. "Fuck," he said quietly into his hands.

"Right, yep, thought so," George rumbled.

"George it wasn't anything, really. I got too drunk, and we bumped into him, and I missed you! I hadn't seen you for months and I was just drunk and made a stupid mistake and it literally meant nothing."

"Right, so it's my fault for not being around is it?"

"That's not what I said. Please George I swear, I regretted it immediately, you know I love you."

George stopped at this. They'd never actually said that they loved each other. He took a deep breath and threw his arms out wide. "And what am I supposed to do with that? Huh? You know what, I think I will go back inside. Why don't you go off with all your skinny mates."

"George, come on, where will you stay?"

George shrugged his hulking shoulders. "I don't know. I'll figure it out. I'm sure there's someone in there willing to give me a bed for the night."

"You don't mean that," Lee said quietly.

"Why not?" George asked. "You did it!"

"That was different, I was-"

"What? Drunk? I'm feeling pretty fucking drunk myself actually." George spun on his heel and walked back inside, not looking to see if Lee was following him. He suspected he hadn't.

He walked straight to the bar, past Patrick who was being helped out, and ordered two pints. The first he downed while still at the bar, the other he took to his table, where he slammed it down next to Stewart.

"Everything okay?" Stewart asked.

"Fucking great. Anyone eating all of that?" George asked, pointing at the pile of food.

"It's just for the table I think," Stewart said, and George pounced on it, cramming food into his mouth by the fistful. "God, slow down, you'll end up like Patrick."

"Don't fucking talk to me about that prick," George growled through a mouthful of food. "If I want to eat then I'll fucking eat."

"Okay, okay, you eat for a bit, and then we'll talk when you've calmed down a bit, yeah?" Stewart patted George on the shoulder, and went to go order some more food for the table.

45 minutes later, George leant back in his seat, breathing heavily, with his gut tight and heavy bulging in front of him, with a fresh pint in one hand. Despite feeling miserable, he still found the familiar feeling of being absolutely stuffed to be intensely arousing, and he struggled not to get hard in the still-crowded bar.

"Fuck buddy, that's rough, I'm sorry," Stewart said. George had just gotten through telling him what had happened.

"Well, you know, fuck him," George said. "It had been weird for a while anyway I guess. Sometimes he'd get funny about how big I wanted to get, you know, and the whole different cities thing was a bit rubbish. It's just… fuck. It's just shit, you know?"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. I've been there. It'll pass." Stewart put a hand on George's shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze. "What do you think you're going to do?"

"Fuck. I don't think I can get back with him. I don't know how I'll stop thinking about it." He took a long drink from his pint and belched immediately after. "But fuck it. Maybe it's good. I can spend my last year at uni fucking some hot guys, some guys that are really properly into gaining, while I'm young." He drained the rest of his pint in one go. "You wouldn't get me another would you?"

"Are you sure that's wise?" Stewart asked.

"No. But who gives a shit, right? If you can't get fucked up after you've been cheated on with your psychopathic gaining fetish rival, when can you?"

Stewart sighed and stood up. "Can't argue with that logic."

"Could you get some nuts as well? And maybe order some more chicken wings?"

"Fine, fine. You better not be sick though," Stewart said as he walked away.

Five minutes later, George was picking at the food in front of him at a much more sensible pace. "You want to stay at my place tonight then?" Stewart asked.

George looked over and raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Getting in there while the iron's hot, eh?"

"Not like that, you just need a place to stay, right?"

George's face didn't change expression. "Why not like that?"

"Because you're drunk and you're miserable," Stewart pointed out.

"So?" George asked.

"So, I'd be taking advantage," Stuart said firmly.

"No you wouldn't," George insisted. "I'm bringing it up, we've talked about it before, you know I'd want to if I weren't drunk, and I know that you want to."

"George please," Stewart said quietly.

"What?" George said, shifting to move closer and leaning in, their guts pressing into each other. "Please what?"

"We can't George."

"Why not?"

Stewart was silent. After a few seconds, George took this as his answer and leaned in further, kissing him deeply. He heard Stewart moan into his mouth, and felt his hands move to feel George's body, his muscles, his fat, his face. Their kissing became more frantic, more lustful as they carried on; their fingers tangled in each other's hair, pushed into each other's fat, gripped each other's hardness through jeans.

Stewart pulled away and shook his head. "Not here," he said simply.

"Why not?" George asked. "People have done a lot more and a lot worse on these nights."

"Not here," Stewart insisted again.

"Yours then?" George asked. Stewart hesitated before nodding. George drained the rest of his pint, and shoveled in the last of the food, before standing up with some difficulty and putting a hand down his trousers to rearrange himself.

The two of them stumbled into Stewart's flat shortly after, barely able to keep their hands off each other. As soon as Stewart closed the door, George began to pull off the older man's clothes. Stewart gently took his wrists to stop him.

"You sure you want this?" he asked George. In response George kissed him roughly, almost barrelling him over.

They were naked in a matter of minutes, clothes strewn between the front door, through to the kitchen, and into the bedroom. "Fucking hell," Stewart said softly, surveying George's body. "Where've you been hiding that thing? It's bloody enormous."

George grinned smugly. "In my trousers, mainly," he quipped.

"No wonder you've had so many problems finding trousers that fit. Has it actually got anything to do with your thighs?" Stewart joked.

George shook his head. "I've got very skinny thighs, secretly. Practically twigs."

"I can tell," Stewart said, coming closer. One hand gripped George's monster thighs, the other ran gently along his monster cock. "Why were you so bloody nervous all those years ago with this thing hidden away? I'd have thought you'd be the cockiest 18 year old north of Birmingham."

George shrugged. "It wasn't the thing that I needed to be big I guess." In return he looked at Stewart's body, running his hands across its various curves and rolls. He was astonished to realise that he wasn't actually that much smaller than Stewart anymore. Between realising he was almost the same size as his idol, and said idol's administrations to his dick, he found himself growing even harder. He leant in to kiss Stewart, and pushed him backwards onto the bed, narrowly missing the pile of snacks they'd collected from the kitchen.

Stewart moved up the bed, with George crawling on top of him, their two bodies barely separating for a moment. George groped around on the bed before finding what he was looking for.

He picked up the can of whipped cream, and squirted a dollop onto Stewart's belly, before licking it off. He repeated the process around his body a few times, before placing huge mounds, atop Stewart's belly button, on his round pecs, up his thighs, and finally covering his dick and balls. Stewart leaned back and closed his eyes as George moved around his body, carefully licking up every morsel. At one point, he heard rustling, and opened one eye to see George grabbing bites of chocolate or cake between licks of cream.

"You're insatiable," Stewart laughed.

"Hey," George said, slapping his own gut. "I've got a competition to win." He dived back in, leaving the cream at Stewart's crotch for last.

Stewart moaned and arched his back as George began to lick the cream off his hard cock, before taking it all in his mouth. He reached over to the pile of food himself, grabbing the first thing his hand landed on and shoved it in his mouth, barely tasting the artificially sweet cake as he chewed. He came as he swallowed, the cake strangling his cries. He felt George roll off of him and heard rustling as he immediately started eating again, before he crawled back up the bed to be next to Stewart.

"I want you inside of me," Stewart told George, between kisses.

"That's good," George replied. "I want to be inside of you, as it happens."

The sex was awkward, two firm guts competing for space, George unable to thrust very much with his gut so full, and unable to use his hands very much since they were almost always full of food. They ended up with Stewart on top, lowering himself down onto George, who lay prostrate, their guts pressing into each other. George held back from cumming, forcing himself to hold on until all the food they'd grabbed was gone. By the last few pieces of food, his eyes were rolling back into his head and he had to bite his lip hard enough to draw blood to stop himself, and Stewart had to feed him by hand, George desperately gripping the covers in his desperation.

George came with a guttural roar, his entire body bucking and shaking beneath Stewart, who had to hold on to avoid getting thrown off by George's powerful muscles. He allowed himself to cum at almost the same point, streams of ejaculate pouring out over George's gut and running down the sides, pooling in his cavernous belly button.

George gripped Stewart and pulled him down, kissing him with lust, and rage, and hunger, Stewart's cum rubbing all over the two broad men. George grabbed and gripped at every part of Stewart's body he could, and his own, silently comparing the two.

Within a quarter of an hour, George was passed out, snoring loudly, spread eagle across the bed. Stewart gingerly stood up and moved to the bathroom where he cleaned himself up. He looked in the mirror and sighed, before moving back to bed, carefully rolling George onto his side to make enough room for himself.

-

"Stop worrying," Stewart said as they left his flat. "You've put on almost 30 pounds in six months. Do you know how difficult that is? Especially at your size? Most people struggle to put on weight as they get bigger, you've not slowed down at all."

"I know, I know," George said. "It's just so, you know, I have no idea. We said 300, what if he pushed himself to hit that already."

Stewart laughed. "He has not reached 300 pounds in six months."

George sighed and rubbed his gut. He'd spent the last six months in a mix between comfort-eating, rage-eating, and lust-eating. While he'd stayed strong and had even gained a little bit of muscle, he knew for the first time that almost all of his gains were fat, and for the first time his body was actually getting soft. He couldn't take his hands off himself most of the time, squeezing the plush layer of fresh fat that seemed to appear on a weekly basis, covering his muscles and his torso. His face had finally succumbed to his weight gain, and had rounded out, underscored by a small double chin. His thighs, as ever, had grown the fastest, and now pressed together all the time, forcing his legs to roll past each other subtly as he walked. Buying trousers was now becoming a regular ordeal, and George had even considered getting some pairs custom made to fit his gargantuan thighs.

"Look, just enjoy yourself okay?" Stewart said, picking up on George's silence. "You've finished your degree, gotten yourself a first, you're looking really fucking sexy, and you're moving in with a hot, older boyfriend. You deserve to celebrate."

George exhaled slowly. "Yeah, yeah, you're right. Who cares about Patrick anyway? He probably won't even show up after how much he embarassed himself last time."

"Exactly! Maybe he's been shamed out of the gaining community entirely and now he's an Instagram fitness model."

George laughed. "Nah, not good looking enough."

As they approached the bar, there was still no sign of Patrick on the tables outside, and George breathed a sigh of relief. They got settled, greeting those they knew, and made their way inside to get a drink.

George and Patrick collided in the doorway, their guts ricocheting off each other and forcing the two men to stumble back a couple of steps each. At first they were silent, just looking at the other. To George's eye, there wasn't much in it. Similar sized guts, similar chubby faces, they were even dressed similarly, with strained khaki shorts and billowing pastel shirts; George's was pink and tucked in to show off the shape of his belly, while Patrick's was yellow and left untucked, disguising the shape of his lower gut, had a small chunk of fat not hung out the bottom. There were differences of course; George's obviously won the contest when it came to thighs and his gut was rounder, while Patrick's tits were far larger and his body far softer, but even then, George's tits had swelled quite admirably recently, and it was ridiculous to suggest Patrick's legs were skinny.

"Patrick, I-" George started.

"Two-eight-three," Patrick interrupted. "I weigh 283 pounds, as of," he checked his watch, "two hours ago."

George and Stewart started laughing at each other, unable to process the ridiculousness of the situation. "I weighed in at 283 pounds today as well Patrick," George informed him.

Patrick was too stunned to speak, before finally snapping out of it. "You've got more muscle though, so I'm still definitely more fat."

"Ah," George said. "But you're taller. My BMI will be higher."

Patrick huffed. "I bet you weighed yourself with clothes on though." They went back and forth, comparing clothes sizes, how much they ate in a regular day, how much they could eat if they forced themselves - at one point Patrick even asked how much George's feet hurt at the end of the day.

"Oh, something awful Patrick. I'd rather not be stood up now, truth be told," George replied. "In fact, my feet have actually gone up half a size, haven't they Stewart?"

"Ha! Mine have gone up a full size!" Patrick cried. He seemed to realise almost immediately how ridiculous he sounded. "Well what about your degree? What did you get?"

"A first," George said.

"Ah. Right. I got a 2:1 actually," Patrick said quietly.

"Right you two," Stewart said. "If we could finish this dick measuring contest - although actually Patrick, I think you'd find that one quite interesting - I would like to go get a drink. George? Also, I think you two are blocking the door. You are both very large." Stewart moved around Patrick, leading George as he did so, and the two of them moved towards the bar.

The evening passed much less eventfully than previous years, and George and Stewart spent much of it sat with the enormous Hamish and his partner Tom on a picnic bench outside, the combined bulk of the four men making it difficult for anyone else to join them, the wooden benches groaning with every movement. Tom was huge, easily one of the larger men at the event, but still Hamish completely eclipsed him, struggling to fit his gut between the seat and the table, having to lean back and let his massive gut hang between his legs to wedge himself in.

Hamish was talking about a gainer rugby team he wanted to put together. "I'm just saying it could work," he explained. "Sure, none of us can run, but imagine the tackles!"

Tom shook his head. "I am imagining them, and thinking of the broken bones. Are they even tackles at that size, or just falling and crushing someone half your weight?"

"Well then we'd have a minimum weight limit. 300 pounds," Hamish suggested. "Makes it fairer too, keeps away everyone that can still keep up pace."

"That's not actually making it safer, you do know that, don't you? And it doesn't make the other teams any bigger," Tom said. "And besides, I don't care how slow everyone else is, you're still going to be slower. I'm sorry babe, but I think your rugby days are over."

Hamish decided to ignore him and turned to George. "How about it? You must be about 300 pounds now? Fancy it?"

"Not quite 300 yet, no," George replied. He looked around absentmindedly. "Soon though. Maybe by the time you get it set up. I like the idea of it, I'm probably too big to join any regular teams at this point. I have to agree with Tom a bit though Hamish. I think you might just be too fat for rugby."

Hamish gasped, and started squirming in his seat. Tom rolled his eyes and leaned over to knead his partner's gut, whispering something into his ear.

"We don't say "too fat" in front of Hamish if we can help it," Stewart explained. "Gets him off. He'll have put on another 50 pounds next time we see him now." He took a heavy swig of his pint and paused for a while. "You're still going for it then? 300? Still doing your little competition?"

"Is that okay? You don't think I'm getting too big?" George asked.

"Get as big as you like. I still find it hot," Stewart said, rubbing one of George's thighs. "I just don't want you doing it for the wrong reasons."

George shook his head. "I want it for myself. Really. Patrick is just… incentive for getting there quicker." He looked around the tables and found Patrick sat to one side, looking uncharacteristically quiet and withdrawn. He'd seemed to purposefully avoid George all day, even hastily leaving the toilets at one point when George had walked in on him washing his hands.

Stewart leaned over and kissed him. "Whatever you want, I'll be here to support you." He chuckled. "God, do you remember when you were a skinny little 19 year old proud of a bloat? Now look at you; bigger than me and discussing how quickly you want to get to 300."

George grinned and kissed Stewart in return. "Couldn't have done it without you."

-

George rolled his thighs past one another and unzipped his jacket to reveal the huge, solid sphere of a gut underneath. "Didn't that walk use to be shorter?" He asked Stewart. "I can't believe how late we are."

"Well, you have gotten slower recently," Stewart explained. "But I think it's actually down to the fact that you insisted on stopping for food."

"I was hungry!" George said.

"There's food here. You could have waited 20 minutes," Stewart said.

George just shook his head in response. He clearly didn't even think the idea was worth discussing. The last 6 months had been like something from a gainer story; George would eat at every opportunity he had, and their cupboards and fridge were continually being restocked with fattening treats and gainer shakes. George would only take a break from eating to go to the gym, as he was determined to keep up his strong muscles and impressive frame. The result was explosive weight gain, and Stewart was concerned about George's ability to curb some of the habits he'd developed.

"You go find a table," Stewart said. "I'll get drinks and order you some food." George nodded absentmindedly but wasn't really listening. Instead he was scanning the crowd of fat men, looking for one in particular. Eventually, he saw Patrick walking towards him.

George felt a rush of pride. While George had piled on weight, Patrick looked about the same size as the last time he'd seen him, maybe a touch bigger. There wasn't any doubt about who the bigger of the two was now, but George was still curious to find out whether Patrick had reached 300.

"You're looking great George," Patrick said when he reached him, and he reached out to pat George's gut. "Really impressive gains, wow."

George was taken aback by Patrick's friendly attitude. "Oh. Yeah. Hi. You're looking good too Patrick," he said, stammering a little.

Patrick brushed away the compliment. "Thank you, but you know I meant the weight gain. You look phenomenal. I've hardly put any on." He looked at George for a while and took a heavy breath in, and then out. "293 pounds," he said, grabbing his gut and shaking it a little. "Just ten pounds since the summer. How about you?"

George felt himself go red. All of that worrying, and he'd won their competition months ago. It felt so stupid now. "322 pounds," he told Patrick. "Went a bit overboard, probably."

"Not at all!" Patrick assured him. "You look great! And to keep up that kind of pace at your weight is just, wow, really impressive."

George thanked him and the two stood awkwardly for a while. Eventually, Patrick spoke. "I should apologise. For what I was like last year. And before that, probably. I was horrible."

"Oh, you know, it doesn't matter," George said, finding serious conversations awkward.

"No it does. And I need to do this. I shouldn't have slept with Lee. It was petty and bitter," Patrick admitted. "But I was also just nasty to you a lot of the time before that. I was smug and horrible and," he took a deep breath, "and I'm working on it a lot now. Seeing a therapist. And I've stopped drinking. That night when I told you that… well, when I told you, it was a real wake-up call. And I've got an actual proper boyfriend now, not just a one night stand or someone that wants to play with my fat."

"Well that's great!" George said. "I'm happy for you. Really. I hope things continue to work out. And I, umm, accept your apology. I don't know if that's what people say."

"Thank you. That means a lot," Patrick said with a smile. "You know, I think we really got on that first night. I'm sorry I turned into such a bitch after I put on a little bit of fat. I know we won't just immediately become friends again, but I'd love to chat sometime."

George smiled. "I'd like that too." Stewart appeared at that moment with some pints and an armful of snacks. "Well I'll see you Patrick. All the best with everything, yeah?"

"You too," Patrick returned with a small smile.

"You beat him then?" Stewart said as soon as they were out of earshot.

"Oh, I absolutely trounced him," George replied. "But he seems like he's mellowed. He apologised for a lot."

"Well, good, I guess," Stewart said. "I'll believe it when I see it. I've ordered some food by the way, it'll arrive soon."

"Thanks, that's great," George said. He looked down at himself. "Do you think I've been eating a bit too much recently?" he asked.

Stewart just laughed and rubbed George's belly in response.

-

18 months later, George walked towards the bar, tugging down his rugby top as it rode up. He'd have to order the next size up soon. Tom was absolutely correct in his prediction of the rugby team being an almost complete disaster, but the players all had fun, and the Thundering Three-Hundreds had a terrifying reputation amongst other local groups for flattening their opponents on their way to an unbroken string of losses. The matches before the biannual gainer meet-ups had quickly become tradition, and large crowds of large men would come to cheer them on.

"Well," George said to Stewart. "How was your first match?"

"Fun," Stewart wheezed, still red in the face. "I didn't realise how exhausting it was to run at 300 pounds, but I had fun."

George laughed. "God, 300. Try another 60, then come complain to me."

"Try another hundred," Tom groaned. "400 pound men are not meant to play rugby." Despite his reservations, he was one of the most enthusiastic players. George thought though, that like many of the men, he was just on the team because he thought the uniform was sexy.

"Good job lads!" Hamish called, happy that the others were walking at his pace now they'd all thoroughly exhausted themselves. "First round's on me!" He wore a uniform too, not to play, but as their unofficial mascot. He'd gotten involved in their first ever match, but quickly realised he wasn't able to do much more than walk slowly around the pitch.

"How about you?" George asked, turning to Patrick. "Fancy joining the team? We'll have a space after Paul moves."

Patrick shook his head. "Don't meet the entrance requirements I'm afraid. Happy to watch from the stands. I'll ask Noah though, yeah?" he suggested, referring to his partner.

"If he fancies it yeah, that'd be great," George said. "Still not tempted by the big three-oh-oh then?"

"Not for me really," Patrick said. "I really like my body at the moment. Maybe one day. How about you? You aiming for anything at the moment?"

George thought for a while. "Well I've got to keep a bit of a lead on Stewart. I don't think I can handle being the skinny one in the relationship again."

Patrick laughed. "I never had you down as the competitive type."

George shrugged. "I think a bit of friendly competition can be healthy."

#gaining fiction #gainer fiction #gainer story #weight gain #weight gain fiction #weight gain story #male weight gain #wg story #competition

[larry-hiatus]

Writing “Goals” for 2024

I made a list of writing goals in 2022 and 2023, so I decided to make one for this year too! (I’m putting “goals” in quotations because these are some things I would like to do, but I’m not necessarily aiming to definitely do them, if that makes sense. We’ll just see what happens!)

1. Tackle some ideas from my list - I keep adding to a list of potential fic ideas, and it’s getting long! They often get added to the list and then forgotten about, so I would love to write some of these instead of always starting fics from brand new ideas.

2. Write a long(ish) fic - This one is ehhhh, nerve wracking. I feel like I’m rubbish at longer fics (long by comparison to my normal stuff, which doesn’t usually go above 15K). I don’t have the attention span or motivation, I’m not good at plots or world building, and if it’s not PWP, I feel lost. That being said, I have ideas for longer fics, and I think it would be nice to try them out. We’ll see!

3. Write a non smut fic - As I mentioned above, non PWPs are not my strong suit. However, I usually try to make it a goal to write at least one non smut fic each year. It’s difficult for me. I was able to do it a few times this year, my favorite being my Halloween fic. I don’t always like how my non smut come out, but sometimes I have ideas that I want to write that don’t include smut. I think it can be a good challenge.

4. Finish and repost a specific old fic - Way back during One Direction’s prime, I wrote chaptered fics on Tumblr. They were well liked, and I enjoyed it! There is one fic that I really loved and never finished. I posted it on AO3 a couple of years ago, but I have since privated it. I would love to finally finish it, maybe even go back and update some of the old chapters to better reflect my writing style and abilities now, and then share it again with everyone.

5. Write for Wank Fest - In 2022, I wrote an infamous fic for Wank Fest, and I had a lot of fun. In 2023, I wanted to write for it again. I even had several ideas, but I didn’t have enough time or motivation to finish them! It would be great if I could come back to the fest this year.

6. Write a spur of the moment canon fic - 2023 was the first year that I did this, whipping out a fic in a couple of days based on an event that just happened IRL. I did it when Louis got new hand tattoos, when Harry accidentally posted his 1D shirt selfie, and with a series based on Harry’s naughty HSLOT shows. Obviously I can’t predict what will happen IRL or what will inspire me this year, but ya never know!

7. Write some fics for CSW based on past concert moments - Speaking of my HSLOT series, I had said that I might go back and write more fics for it based on older show moments, either Harry’s solo shows or even some 1D shows. I don’t have any immediate or definitive plans for that, but it’s in the back of my head!

8. Write a dark fic - This was something else that I did for the first time last year. I didn’t even understand why people would want to write or read a dark fic, but once I got into it, I loved it. I’m so proud of the fic I wrote, and I think it would be awesome if I could explore that kind of thing again.

9. Write a sequel - Yet another goal that I completed in 2023, and I’m adding it to my goal list again! I definitely have ideas, and I’ve gotten requests, so it’s definitely a possibility!

10. Use a beta more often - I never used to post fics without getting them betaed first. However, this past year, I haven’t done it as much. Part of this is because I was doing so many sudden fics that I wanted to post ASAP, but another reason is because I have a hard time taking criticism and finding a balance for what kind of betaing I want/need. I think it would be beneficial for me to try and push past that a bit!

That’s all I’ve got for now! I’ve reused some old goals, but hey, they’re good ones for me lol. We shall see what happens as the year goes on!

Going to tag some lovely writers—I would love to hear some of your goals, plans, hopes, or ideas for the year if you haven’t already posted a list! @lunarheslwt @alwaysxlarrie @larrysballetslippers @enchantedlandcoffee @hellolovers13 @zanniscaramouche @harruandlou @loveislarryislove @red-pandaaa @nooradeservedbetter @greeneyesfriedrice @hl-obsessed @beelou @28goldens @huggieshalo @justanothershadeofblue @littleohs @louieshalo @allwaswell16 @parmahamlarrie y

Feel free to say I tagged you if you want to share your writing goals too!

[thealogie]

I see the discourse has changed to the kiss, but I'm just reading up on your posts right now, and gotta say that it was a bit of a wild time after Broadchurch, when Olivia shot up and DT had that Gracepoint flop. I wasn't even his fan at the time (I became one after GO1), but I liked him a lot and I've seen Broadchurch and thought the best thing in it was their chemistry. But man, the pummeling he got. Sooo many people (Matt's DW fans, Sherlock fans and folks from other fandoms who had an axe to grind with his longtime crazy popularity in fandom spaces) proclaimed him done, how everyone at last sees him for a crap actor he is, how funny it was that he hasn't got a Bafta nom for any of the seasons and that he was considered the star of Broadchurch and got this dumb US remake because of it and it flopped because Olivia, who was the real star, wasn't in it, some even tried to make him out to be a jealous misogynist, and anyway his career was over in the most pathetic way. I remember comments to the articles, sometimes even unrelated, some Cumberbutch interview or a review of something, were full of this bitter mean-spirited fan wank. Idk if it was in the press as well, I bet some of it was. Guess it was a bit of revenge from those folks in the name of their little guys who were maybe less popular or beloved at one time. It is ridiculous to remember now, but for a long time I actually thought that yeah, seems like this dude is done. I haven't seen him much in anything until GO (not a fan of superheroes, so JJ passed by), and I genuinely thought it's, like, a major thing that damaged his career. And that because of that they might not be the best of pals with Olivia Colman. Imagine my surprise when I at last arrive to DT's fandom, and it turns out no one even remembers it, DT's been prospering for years and is still the best of pals with Olivia Colman.

This is such a fascinating read. I feel like I just glimpsed through to a parallel universe. In reality he’s just the little engine that could. He just keeps going.

[flightfoot]

I know fandom wank has always existed, but do you see an upswing in people being obsessed with character accountability and purity of character? I'm a fandom old and I could be wrong, but it seems to me that fandom in the last 5 - 8 years has been on this strong accountability/morality obsession.

Like there has been so much Alya hate popping up lately. I saw a thread on another sm site where they were ranting about how horrible she is for her pushiness in Reflekdoll and how she was not held accountable for it. Someone said that the writing for her is all over the place because she behaves as she does in Reflekdoll and then is a good friend sometimes.

My response to that is "Have you met PEOPLE?" People who have positive traits and negative traits and demonstrate them on a regular basis? Human beings with flaws?

The defenders feed into this purity of morality obsession too. When 'Targeted Character' is besmirched, the defender of that character will jump to say "No actually that character is not to blame. Blame this other character I like less instead!" or "Targeted Character did nothing wrong!"

Well, sometimes 'Targeted Character' was wrong. Alya is a bit pushy in Reflekdoll. She could have done some things differently.

So what?

Alya has also demonstrated bravery, determination, loyalty, intelligence and restraint. Flaws are often a dual side of a strength. Alya can be pushy because Alya is brave and initiating. But I guess all her strengths go out of the window when she displays a flaw. Especially if it's a flaw where no accountability was shown in episode.

But writers don't just write characters demonstrating flaws with the intent to show accountability later. Sometimes they write characters demonstrating their flaws to further the plot and/or show off the character's personality. There is nothing wrong with this, especially not for side characters. Not every minor problematic thing a character does needs to be addressed. Even Marinette and Adrien have shown their flaws in several episodes to further the plot or embellish them with no in episode accountability.

I just don't get what these people want. A super sanitized cardboard-scape where no one does anything problematic ever unless there is a pointed lesson to be learned? That sounds extremely boring and I'd hate to read these peoples' writing. They seem to want to suck the humanity out of characters and story. I get it's a kid show, but is it necessarily smart to teach kids that "good" people are never to show their flaws ever? That everytime they step one toe out of line, the waiting hand of justice will strike? Fandom discards much easier than they used to.

Yeah people tend to go WAY overboard. I dunno if this is a recent phenomenon? I didn't run into it in my older fandoms, namely Digimon and Kingdom Hearts (mostly Kingdom hearts), but that might have more to do with those specific fandoms than a trend over time (especially since Kingdom Hearts is a remarkably peaceful fandom, considering its size).

Funny thing about Alya in Reflekdoll, I actually wrote a fic several years back called Divergent Points - Reflekdoll specifically addressing her behavior in that episode in order to use it to develop her character, to explore her more and use it as a learning opportunity.

“Adrien? Marinette? Where are your Miraculous?”

They both looked slightly uncomfortable, patting their bags.

Ok. So they weren’t wearing them right now, but they were close by. This would be fine. It was only going to be for a little bit, less than an hour. Surely Hawkmoth wouldn’t attack during this tiny little window of time.

Right?

…Maybe she should call for back-up. You know, just in case.

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Alya just wanted to help Marinette with getting some good modeling photos for her website. Getting carried away with Adrienette shipping, accidentally neglecting one of her friends, and donning the FIRST Miraculous Marinette had attempted to give her had NOT been part of her plans.

Here's the thing: there are a lot of cases where I agree that a character (and this comes up for Alya in particular) demonstrated some kind of flaw.

What I do NOT agree with is the response to exhibiting that kind of flaw. I can agree that a character wasn't perfect and messed up in some way without making them a terrible person - like you said, human beings have flaws, and if everyone in the show was always perfect it'd be boring and the characters would feel less like people. Now I'd like some more development concerning some of the flaws, but callouts aren't required for every little thing, and something like "Alya was so caught up in trying to wingman for Marinette that she didn't realize how badly Juleka was taking the situation" is not something she deserves to be raked over the coals for.

A lot of times people jumping on the characters for not being perfect, for having some kind of flaw, for Miraculous, and for Alya ESPECIALLY, tends to go way overboard. If people were just saying that there are some traits she has that can cause difficulties and it'd be good if there was a storyline addressing them and having her grow past them, I'd be on board with that. Heck, I've WRITTEN that, as you can see above.

But taking a microscope to anything even minorly grating that she has done, while ignoring all the good she's done as well, just to bash and demonize her as a horrible person and try to justify writing her as some horrible human being, in order to justify then having her get some extreme comeuppance? On a regular basis for the past several years?

No. Just...no.

#ask #ml fandom salt #leave alya alone challenge

[plumsaffron]

Ayoooooo, the Miraculous salt fandom really is a different breed of toxic and hateful. They rly ought to tone it down bc Lila Rossi isn’t coming back. I don’t like Lila either but they just make so much hate content and not just slipping past the filters that it’s baffling.

Everytime I read or look for crossover content, this is exactly how I feel bc I don’t want to see any miraculous characters or even a mere mention in them. I feel like going into a trap filled maze these days.

The Miraculous Plague Fandom is filled with a lot people who have nothing else better to do but be oxymorons. Ignoring or taking a break from Lila is not their strong suit. Lila took two breaks why can't this fandom try that instead of consuming their curse of hatred. You even got that Mariah Chloe voice over being asking what with people hate towards Lila. Then you see a gang of losers (even constructing their comments in a mask to shut down her or anyone's interest in Lila) being static same old scrubs but it figures.

It's amusing to me. There's video saying she's an aimless antagonist with the usual crap that reels in Lila haters usually to wank to or increase their extreme seeethery. But what makes me laugh is observing how aimless this stupid moronculous fandom ironically is. The folly of the aimless miraculous maleficent plaguedom.

They are just a bunch of Ripslingers to Dusty Crophopper (if you're familiar with that movie or the game). Or I can say they want to be brave but will disperse when someone says some messed crap against her without realizing that would affect many things. From hating the writers crap and how things are going to wanting the worst done upon Lila by the writers.

Like HUH. They dislike to loathe the ml&cn writers or characters and spam all this here's what I'll do or rewrites AUs whatever but they would want who they hate to make things worse in a leave fandom inducing way, after this Recreation crap. Loathe writers but wants the show to be better or reboot or be within their standards but wants to stuff in their minds some loathsome crap against Lila. REAL INTELLIGENT, EH?

For a plague filled fandom that thinks they truly know what's up. Well... They ironically found a way to be more dumb or pathetic than characters in the show ever can be. Makes since though because they haven't realized Lila's existence is the true attack upon this miracle plague fandom but they are distracted and fooled themselves so badly that they might not ever see or let go.

Sucks though cause I know around several more characters from other series that get treated just as bad or even worse for bigger dumb reasons (Prosecutor Godot/Diego Armando, Shadow in his own game or the game itself, Princess Elise, Wallflower Blush, Broly The Legendary Super Saiyan, Sasuke Uchiha, his parents, and his clan). Fandoms tend to ignore context and latch onto to manure and bandwagon the propaganda against this character train. Even if you show it was never like that, it's almost always too late. Many are just completely incapable of understanding. They pick what they wish is valid. If it doesn't meet their interest... Well Compromise Doesn't Exist. Conform and boot lick or Resist or Die trying (I think I'm gonna start calling the ladyplague fandom, Leaf Villagers or shinobi drones).

That fiance death thanks to this accursed fandom wasn't even enough to gets these buffoons to chill or rethink or lay in grass. Soon as she faded into memory, the true nature of the ladyplaguedom showed their faces. Instability of handling Lila even made some completely turn their back because they didn't get what they wanted despite they could be better and let go but nope as you know the splurge of salt fics through the years (couple to few years on here, like almost every week searching Lila Rossi and there's like a cluster of salt prompts or salt fic links or memes to mock her. It was annoying.)

Other sites the hatred is strong too (twitter reddit but deviantart specifically where Sunset Shimmer makes her bleed or Kagami and Marinette I think punch her stomach and she's damaged. Reactions to Lila by other characters from other shows or being destroyed or harmed by them. Other forms of vilification or dehumanization). YouTube was slightly less until defenders or neutrals vanished or went inactive (1-5 channels).

It's technically worse here.

Though surfing and tragically find people going out their way to have or prompt rape fics of Lila . Guess what? It's the main heroes Ladybug and Cat Noir doing it. And then November of 2023 some scrum prompted scum to make a story of Lila being violated by Adrien because Lila got Marinette expelled. Then later on the recents feed another days later on lila rossi search. A disgusting ask with the user then replied with the after affects. Crap like this related crap on A03 too (but figures heck some person had Adrien violate Marinette too. What is with people making this ruined destroyed one that? Like why?)

Revelation really solidified why this maggot infested fandom deserves to be derided but let them be distracted by Confrontation and think they achieved something. Lila starts doing cosplay and it destroyed this fandom but really it was just a Cerise on top the Lila cake of Revelation. She can do the same dang thing without being Cerise but stupid viewers want to go too deep into it. So deep that they discovered a new reason to want to hate clown or fear her. So deep that they go out their way thirsting her to be an adult and so deep they can't see why that should not be quenched for.

Stupid humans so bored or absolutely pathetic that they actually found the ultimate way to spit on that woman fan of Lila.

Kind of fascinating.

Hating so much without thinking beyond.

TRUE FLOPS

Idk. Perhaps you go on a blocking everyone spree or tag. Tumblr tagging is weird. it doesn't always like specifically show up with results to what was searched.

Like if you search umm "fugly fandom", results may show that or "fandom" or "beautiful fandom" or some ice cube image and one of the tags say "fugly ice" which cross tags it presence. I guess search tags here kind of works like an "and or" statement.

All I can say is do what you can to avoid or ignore ML it on social media.

#fauxfallenangelsblog #ask plumsaffron #Lila Rossi #Lila #Miraculous Fugly Plague Fandom #Anti Miraculous Ladybug #Anti ML Fandom #Anti Miraculous Tales Of Ladybug and Cat Noir Fandom #I really need to get back to game modding instead of blender meme creating #Free yourself btw

[1-up-chump]

Just to let everyone know my mortal kombat characterizations are a mix of the arcade games, mk1995, mk defenders of the realm, and my imagination. Rarely will i maybe pick and choose the rare good things they did in the newer stuff. Just so we're clear:

Raiden and fujin are GODS not demigod as that means one of their parents would had to have been mortal. They are GODS

Liu kang is humble but not infallible, he hates the idea of being a god and tricked himself into thinking he wants to be a chosen one when deep down he just wanted a normal fucking life. He can and will crack under pressure and just bc it takes a lot doesn't mean he'll last forever as a "hero". There are no heroes in Mortal kombat.

Kung lao is prideful in his HONOR of his ANCESTOR and the SECRET WHITE LOTUS SOCIETY. He is not anymore arrogant in his capabilities as a warrior as literally anyone else. He works hard, fights hard, for his friends and earthrealm.

Johnny cage has no fuckin deep lore ancestry to explain his powers he just has chi energy like everyone else he's just rare bc he managed to bring it out so quickly naturally no special bloodline or whatever the fuck percentage this white man has, its all him all his own soul all his own talent.

Sindel LOVES kitana and will never not love her. No matter how much dark magic corrupts her soul and mind, her heart is strong and true and Although it might be twisted she will love her daughter and sacrifice everything for her. Including herself.

Shang tsung is a baddie and he doesn't need big muscles or fancy artifacts to do so. His danger is in his smarts, even if he's not top dog he'll never be out of the game for long nor at the bottom. He will always be persistent and always there in mortal kombat, after all. He is THE tournament master of mortal kombat.

Shao kahn aint no whimp and he isn't a meat head either. He's a cunning tyrant, bold but not so brash he can't be smart enough to know what fights to pick to give him an advantage. Conquered realms with the oldest trick in the book, divide and conquer. Makes his enemies fight his other enemies, plays both sides to gain allies to his power. He's deadly because he is smart AND strong.

Kuai Liang LOVES his brother and never ever in all the lifespan of the universe and several others will he abandon or denounce bi-han. If he has to pluck bi-han's soul out of the layers of void and dark magiks that quan chi put in place then so be it. Kuai knows his brother is in there and if not, he'll find a way to give him peace one way or another.

JAX HAS HAPPINESS AND RESPECTS JACQUI EVEN IF HE SEES HER AS DADDY'S BABY GIRL BC JACQUI IS A GROWN ASS WOMAN

Speaking of jacqui, she is awesome and doing fine as takada's wife and is researching some cool magiks on the side to better help earthrealm (always leaving shang tsung on read since he wants an apprentice)

Sonya is doing her own thing. Ideally she would never had married a man she has 0 chemistry with, but if it has to happen she is divorced and fine with it and never gets back with Johnny. They're still friends tho! Best friends that just don't work as lovers.

Cassie is doing her own thing like Johnny does and has a personality that isnt "nerd dude bro wank bait" and is a warrior who goes through her own journey.

And scorpion is practically retired he's doing fine he's ok he's rebuilt the shirai ryu and everything is prosperous with the ninjas.

Reptile is actually not the last of his species and is getting some damn respect for once. Kotal Kahn is trying to better himself not only as a warrior but a leader bc he realized he has a long way to go actually. Goro is back and vibing. Sheeva is vibing too. Baraka is vibing.

MILEENA AND KITANA WILL HAVE RESPECT EVEN IF THEY'RE STILL RIVALS

Kitana is not some stuck up dipshit haughty princess she actually remembers what being under shao Kahn's oppressive regime, but also starts to realize despite that she had more privilege than others and starts to actually help all of her people and learn that edenia was never a utopia and such a thing doesn't exist, but regardless she will try to actually unite ALL of her people regardless of social status (might even abolish it)

#rant