#(i feel weird that they have separate character tags but i continue to tag both of them on the chaily posts. but what can you do.)

[a-wins-a-win]

"I'm not asking for a heart / or the brains to be savant / or courage, though I need that too..." - Peter Chaily, 'Just A Girl'

i am losing it actually the writing in this show - it's such a brilliant way to incorporate the Wizard Of Oz reference to subtly (or i mean. unsubtly. as the case may be) make a joke* about Peter being a 'friend of dorothy' "i'm not asking for a heart" (tin man) "or the brains [...]" (scarecrow) "or courage..." (cowardly lion)

and like - yeah it's kind of obvious, but it's still a really fun, clever way of incorporating the themes that surround Peter as a character and create a more solid sense of the taboo of him admitting that he's capital-G-Gay (and i didn't pick up on it until literally this afternoon despite semi-regularly listening to the demo tracks, so make of that what you will) (and i mean. arguably it's him literally asking to not be a friend of Dorothy/Gay, to avoid asking for anything that Those characters in particular would want)

*i wanna say that obviously the euphemism/flagging itself is not the joke, like it's a real and legitimate thing, but i'm sure you get me

[punkascas]

okay, so i don't want to, like, Start Something or whatever so we're doing a barely-tagged, separate post. i also realise this is mostly pointless because others have already said what i'm going to say, and did it better, with far more grace, and sound less like an asshole than i do.

but jesus louise helen christ, the weird fucked up ideas people have around abuse and personal responsibility and the effect of trauma. like as an abuse and csa survivor, it genuinely alarms me to read posts that use arguments i remember my dad making. like, i'm assuming most of this rhetoric comes from gen z — maybe that's inaccurate; maybe that's unfair. but right now i'm very much Having A Moment Here that the kids aren't alright.

no 22-year-old should be repeating the same awful, manipulative, logically and morally bankrupt justifications for violence and torture my dad says. like literally what's in the first two episodes of ofmd s2 is torture.

i love ed; he's an amazing character. taika is hella wowza top marks acting him. but like.

like.

torture, my dude. physical and psychological. trauma. harassment. that we see the lasting effects of through s2.

just. i. what??

so here we go, okay. have too many, zealously highlighted screenshots so i can dig into details.

cut to save your dashes. content warning for discussions of abuse and trauma (if that wasn't obvious), as well as spoilers for ofmd s2.

re: ed knew what he was doing was wrong and felt guilty about it at the time:

we have no on-screen, textual examples of this. not in the dialogue; not in the acting; not in the blocking; not in the cinematography or music. nothing.

knowing the crew are overworked and kind of traumatised by all the violence, ed bribes them with cake. because, as we know, cake like tea fixes everything. only ed wasn't even with them to share in the eating of the cake. he made izzy responsible for that. he doesn't give the crew a break; he doesn't choose less ethically-fraught prizes to hunt. there is not one scene of ed talking directly to the crew — until he points a gun at each of them.

we see ed crying (and drinking, and rhino horn-ing [way to help further extinction, man]) but it's always paired with shots or flashbacks that reference stede. ed is still all up in his feelings about stede, and ed confirms this when he tells frenchie the myth about albatrosses never needing to return to land. ed cannot go back, does not want to go back, because he was rejected. (like, stede is literally landed gentry, come on!) all he wants to do instead is stay at sea committing to this unhinged version of unstable, sadistic piracy.

but okay, okay. say we ignore all of that. let's say ed does feel sorry and guilty and ashamed of his actions. he knows what he's doing is wrong and unfair and cruel. that it's harming others. that it's particularly harming the dude that ed has, for better or worse, basically spent his life with (izzy; i mean izzy). ed… still continues to do the things! how far off are we at this point from the definition of malicious? you know action x hurts person b and then you do it anyway. is that honestly a better, happier, more ethically defensible reading of the character?

re: the crew didn't mutiny because they love ed despite his violent, sadistic actions.

mutinies were a thing, yes. but both historically and in the world rules established by the show, mutiny is disincentivised through threats, distraction via extra work, and corporeal punishment. we see both ed and izzy use all three of these to try to prevent the crew from disobeying orders. they didn't wait until the storm and izzy shooting ed to mutiny because they understood or sympathised with ed; they took the chance to kill him then because that was the first real opportunity they'd had. the reward finally out-weighed the risk given that ed was going to kill them all that night anyway.

again, we have no scenes, no dialogue, no visual or audio cues to tell us that the crew understands or loves ed — excluding izzy, obviously. fang could also be on that list, if you take into account his personality and his behaviour both in s1 and later in s2 in the fishing boat scene. but in the first two episodes, we only see the crew show trauma responses around ed. they talk about him but almost never to him. and when they do have a direct conversation with ed, it is either confrontation or head down, submissive, "of course, blackbeard; anything you say" placating. i'm so baffled where the show points to any sign of love from the crew towards ed before his "death".

re: ed can't be held responsible because he was suicidal.

uhm. no. hard no. a harder no than stede's brazilian cherry wood mast. fucked up people do fucked up things but part of being an adult is owning your fucked-upped-ness and not fucking up others while you work on unfucking yourself. children, children are not fully responsible for the impact of their actions on others when they're deep in their feelings, especially if they're feeling their feelings as a trauma response. this is because literally their brain cannot do that kind of control. it doesn't have that software pack installed yet. ed does have all the adult updates installed, even if he isn't running them at that moment. he has no right to take out his feelings on other people: to maim them, to psychologically torture them, to abuse them, to work them to exhaustion. to kill them. he does not get a free pass to do suicide by abused employees. (like suicide by cop but more indirect and passive and harmful.) talk about passive aggressive.

secondly, ed is not just passively suicidal and happy to find new risks that might end his life. he is very purposefully taking izzy with him (see: literally removing the bits of izzy that would help let him walk away from ed; the fact that ed becomes actively suicidal only once he thinks izzy is dead; the whole keeping izzy's corpse in front of his and stede's beach shack i mean inn — the codependence, she runs deep). ed is also putting the crew through the same risks, the same isolation, the same danger. both stede and izzy agreed that ed had gone full scorched earth policy. you don't get forgiven for the murder part of a murder-suicide pact just because of the suicide part. not to mention that no one (once again, you could potentially argue izzy as an exception) was good on a murder-suicide pact with blackbeard.

and then to say the crew felt guilty? i assume i'm misreading that. the crew. felt guilty. for ed's actions. that is, if not victim blaming and if not darvo, a very close inbred cousin of them. like hapsburg jaw inbred close.

re: ed healing and his view of himself as a monster.

to heal means, in part, to accept responsibility for the harm you've caused, whether it was intentional or not. it means making amends. it means building or rebuilding relationships where possible. it means putting the other person or persons' feelings and boundaries and need for safety above your desire for absolution or forgiveness. it means working through your own guilt and shame and anger (or whatever drove you to act the way you did) in a separate space, not with the people you hurt, but someone who can be a step removed, more impersonal and objective to help you reflect and face hard truths as needed. i say this as both someone involved in activism and community reparations and as an abuse survivor who has done nearly 30 years of therapy learning this in order to not hurt people. it's not ed's fault he's fucked up just like it isn't my fault i am. but it is on me, like it is on anyone, to make sure i limited as much as possible the harm i can cause to others because i learned some awful but very effective tricks at a young age to survive.

ed does not really do any of the above. he doesn't say "sorry". he speaks in generalised language. he complains about the cat bell (which he seems to wear only for one day, given the implied timeline with lucius and pete's engagement). i have a model ship on a stand that says "this is a safe space ship" as a joke because i work for the government and have written press releases that sound just like ed's "apology". where you take no responsibility and encourage "the culture" to move on.

so, really, my question becomes: ed sees himself as a monster. in s1, we had enough balance between ed's current actions and his referenced past actions to see this belief as likely untrue. in s2 though — i mean, is it? is that an unfair or inaccurate belief? i can understand how carrying that belief can get in the way of ed's growth and eventual healing but like. from an outside perspective of ed-the-fictional-character. he's not a "good" person. he's capable of and has done and continued to do horrible, cruel things. ethically, can you argue with that statement about him?

re: ed trying to destroy relationships because of his self-worth issues and instead the consequences of his actions proving that he's loved.

this is the point that made me go: right, no, i need to respond. i need to say my piece about this. izzy and the crew suffering ed's violent tyranny and then sticking around on the revenge anyway afterwards is not a sign of love. it is not showing love to bear pain for someone. it not showing love to let someone mistreat you, threaten you, hurt you, maim you. their actions are selfish and done to give them feelings of power and control over you. lying back and thinking of england to get through it is not love. it is absolutely a survival technique. but it is not love when you do it at the expense of yourself or others.

i also disagree that ed was trying to push people away or break his relationships with others. we know from s1 that ed is fairly blasé about whether crew members die. again, we don't see any friendly or intimate exchanges between ed and any of the crew to imply any kind of relationship there beyond "tools who accomplish ed's goals". the one exception, as always, is izzy. and as previously stated, ed seems bound and determined, in a very conscious way, to bring izzy into death with him. ed does everything in his power to make izzy want to kill ed, or at least agree that it's best if ed dies, and to want to kill himself so ed doesn't have to die alone. that isn't ed breaking that relationship; it's making it permanent in a really fucked up shakespearian way. the only relationship we see ed waffle between wanting to keep and wanting to push away is stede. after his corporate "apology" and the fishing trip with fang, all of ed's dialogue is with stede and a little bit with zheng until izzy's death scene. the crew loving ed just isn't a thing, at least not one we're shown. not from either side. ed's relationships are with stede and kind of, sort of with izzy (because he does manage to, if not fully break, do some major damage to that).

love did not save ed. ed wanting to live, because stede came back, because he didn't want to jump off hornigold's cliff in the first place, saved ed. izzy saved everyone else.

so yeah: that's it; that's the post. the rhetoric that abuse is love or that abuse can be "cured" with love or that trauma isn't lasting and serious and has impacts on people's daily lives is just. wild. wild.

and terrifying.

my dad was born in the 40s. why is anyone born in the 80s or later still defending this mindset? it honestly, truly freaks me out.

guess it's good i have a fucking therapy appointment on monday.

[brainlessbaguette]

Okay I'm doing a Fionna and Cake ep 2 ramble, because there is so much Finn slander rn and after binging all of Adventure Time I'm losing my marbles over this.

So heavy spoilers below

This is probs gonna be a mess and idc if nobody reads this, I just want to chuck my feelings into the void of the internet.

First and foremost I genuinely DO NOT believe Finn is using Jake's kids to replace Jake. Finn has always been very extroverted and has been shown to have separation and abandonment issues (remember how fast he freaked when fern ditched him or how weird finn sword started acting after grass sword shattered it, and just Martin). It makes sense for his character that'd he'd continue adventuring with other friends and family after Jake. We also have to remember PB and Marcie are out being together, so while I'm sure they still hang out its not as much as it used to be. I genuinely see him turning to his remaining family to see if they want to tag along. Like I could 100% be wrong, but I feel if he was using Jake's kids he would've pushed more to get TV to follow them, but instead he just asked once and then just accepted/respected TV's decision to dip.

Okay now Simon and Finn are both grieving, and neither of them are dealing with it well. Finn has clearly emotionally regressed a bit and is struggling with the loss of Jake. There were numerous times where Jake showed to be really cool with death and Finn not at all be cool with Jake dying. I wouldn't be surpirised if they never really made any progress with that problem, again pretty sure Finn has abandonment issues, so its very easy to see Jake's passing setting him back years in emotional growth. But people have been saying things like "Finn's being ignorant to Simons feelings" "He's in complete denial" "He needs to learn to be a better friend" "He's lost all of the character growth he had in the show" and I cannot deal with this. These comments are the reason I'm making this because shenanigans.

A quick play by play of the very important interaction that people seem to gloss over.

Finn meets up with Simon starting to lose his shit in the bar over Fionna and Cake. He immediately tries to calm him down and Simon freaks out a little more. Finn acknowledges this isn't about the stories and gently asks him whats wrong. Simon proceeds to tell him while clearly having a breakdown, Finn tries to calm him down and even tells him he's sorry. Presumably a "I'm sorry your feeling this way." Simon then admits some really heavy stuff and at this point Finn realizes hes way out of his comfort zone and asks if he's talked to Marcie, i.e. the person that would be able to provide more/better support. Simon brushes that off, Finn basically hits him with a "there's so much more to live for" and Simon says some even darker things, Finn looks around for help, and at this point decides to play the distraction card.

Thats still our boy! Hes damaged but not completely emotionally unaware. He also knew his limits, he looked for help when things got dark and then began to try some stuff that helped him. Like honestly if a friend was saying some of the things Simon was to me and I had no backup I'd also play the distraction card. Were they good distractions? No, not for Simon. But he was genuinely trying. He's not happy but he's staying cheery to try and get Simon in a better place. He also isn't intentionally forcing Simon to go with him, and takes him home as soon as he expresses that he's done.

Its a mess, they're a mess and are absolutley not the ones to help each other. The blindfolds in the forest or "the blind leading the blind" is the perfect expression for what this trainwreck is. They both need outside help and I think thats what we're going to see in this show. This was the first two episodes that set the stage. I imagine there will be a "Finn Mertens" episode, so like lets chill out and cut our boy some slack, at least until we see the whole story, he genuinely tried. Honestly, having just rewatched the whole show, I have a fair bit of faith in the writing team, I highly doubt they'd butcher Finn's character like that.

Anyway I'm loving this show so far, just bugged by some of the hot takes to come out of it. This is all my opinions, so I guess my hot takes? But I just wanted to stand up for the boy.

Also also, people better not be blaming Marcie for being neglectful. Shes barely been seen yet, and currently has no idea whats happening. Give it a bit.

I'm also under the impression Finn's got a separate arm for adventuring, soley because getting another major injury off camera is just kinda out of charcter for the show. But Idk maybe they're just trying something new.

[ratwars]

Housekeeping. Long af, but important if you give a shit about my tagging system or actively use it to filter or regularly search my blog.

When I first started this blog I didn't know wtf I was doing or how to use tumblr. However as someone who loves making things searchable and sortable I quickly fell in love with the tagging system, and started extensively using organizational tags. I quickly settled on a consistent system I have been using ever since.

I used to never talk on here either but eventually decided to do that more but when my follower count was lower (which I miss tbh) it was super obvious when ppl would unfollow me, which tended to happen after personal posting. So I created a -pers tag so ppl could shut me up but still get 24 hr reblogs. Because I did have a queue going for the better part of those 2 years.

My queue ended a couple times in the past 6 months and I haven't had the time or energy to put it back together again. I miss having it. I also have less time and energy to deal with my own tagging system causing me to do most of my reblogs in 2 parts. Drafting things when I see them. Tagging and posting them later sometimes weeks later as my drafts build up. I have been even worse about leaving compliments and comments in tags as well because of this. I am tired and busy but I miss it.

In order to combat my issues and take the burden off of myself that I put on myself, and allow me to hopefully do more of what I enjoy while still sharing lots of rbs with yall, I am doing the following:

I will no longer be consistently tagging individual bsd characters except for a few. Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma, and Dazai (because I regularly search them on my own blog). And possibly characters who it is more of a rare treat to rb fanart of them, like Higuchi and Mori. I will no longer be tagging bsd posts that have other bsd tags in them as bsd separately (so the common "bsd fyodor, bsd fanart, bsd, would become bsd fyodor, bsd fanart.)

I will still tag new chapters on chapter release days and the day after, as well as continue to use the bsd spoilers tag for even longer.

For other series that are not bsd, I will only tag the series and no longer tag characters or use a fanart tag separately, with the exception of the dialovers Carla and Yui Komori tags.

I will no longer tag nature.

I will no longer tag quotes.

I will only use the "art" tag for non fandom related art, I will no longer use the illustration (or illlustration) tags.

I will use weirdcore or dreamcore tags but not both on the same post. It is important to me that ppl can still filter these out.

I will use -pers and -vent still, but with absolutely zero further promises that I will tag my own talking consistently. I will still put long or (things that I think would be) super upsetting under cuts like I have in the past. I will probably still delete things regularly.

I will no longer tag me reblogging my own posts as self rb.

I will keep my -whump on main tag, so ppl can filter that still. I will still tag cw eyestrain and cw flashing for accessibility. I will still tag blood and gore if it is intense and I post it here instead of my sideblog but I do not promise consistency.

I will still use my ask and tunes tags, and if I do special queues (like the friday fyo queue) I will tag those. I do plan on using my old queue tag as well or making a new one.

If I have gotten rid of anything that you actively filter please feel free to unfollow me even if we are mutuals. I also don't find it weird for people to visit my blog and interact with me without following me, so if you do feel you need to unfollow me but still want to search your blorbos on my blog, send me asks, or talk in my tags and replies, please do so and of course reblog and spam reblog from me to your heart's content. If you want to unfollow me and we have ever talked in dms before my dms are still open to you then as well. It doesn't bother me at all. This isn't so much of a new thing either in regards to my feelings about that, just a clarification I thought I should explicitly point out rn given the fact more of you might want to bail if you can't hide my bird posting for instance.

I might change or drop any of this if I feel like it. I enjoy being consistent, but I don't like feeling bound to it. And I realized I was which made me want to abandon my blog and start over without the imagined expectations. Instead I am trying this.

[blighted-lights]

choose violence; 1, 3, 6, 9, 13

(for this ask here!!! im still taking asks for this, so feel free to send more in!)

1: Character Everyone Gets Wrong

going to name several here, just because i can lol. for idw, its tailgate, drift, arcee, getaway, and tarn. for tfp, it's airachnid and knock out. jazz gets hit with this HARD no matter what continuity he's in and it's so frustrating seeing most fanon interpretations of him, because a lot of it is just rooted in racism. that isn't saying at all that people are intentionally being bigoted ofc, but a lot of the headcanons that people assign jazz and the frequent mischaracterization of him is... well. it's weird. it's weird.

3: Screenshot or Description of The Worst take You've Seen on Tumblr

so im not going to pull out direct screenshots on this, but there is a LOT of back and forth about sexuality headcanons in the tf community, and holy fuck does it get annoying sometimes. im full believer in the idea that anyone can headcanon any character as whatever they want, don't get me wrong, but there is such a lack of consideration for others and boundary crossing when it comes to people going "you're wrong, actually, and here's several paragraphs describing why". this character cant be bi for yadda yadda, they cant be trans bc yadda yadda, they cant be ace bc yadda yadda, or they can ONLY be ace bc of whatever reason. it's happened to me, to several of my mutuals, it's happened to other people i see just randomly in the transformers tag. there's been several vague posts made about people disagreeing with other people's takes and its just,,, it's draining, ngl. maybe not the worst takes i've seen overall but definitely one of the most frequent that annoy me

6: Which Ship Fans Are The Most Annoying?

obligatory "not all fans of these ship are annoying, this is me generalizing from what i've seen" warning here, but i think mega/op and mega/star take the cake. and dra/tchet. this is largely because there's such a big separation between the canon and fanon versions of these characters that seeing a lot of the fanart and fic made for them is just,,, agh. i can't really recognize these characters as who they're supposed to be because they've been so removed from how they're presented in canon media. and im NOT saying you have to strictly adhere to canon. because fuck canon, lol. but it comes to a point where these aren't even the same people anymore. and i wouldn't even care about the canon/fanon thing if some of these fans weren't so idk. mean? aggressive? when it comes to their shipping and people not agreeing with what they ship/how they present that ship? it's absolutely calmed down in recent years, though.

also there's a fair bit of dra/tchet fic and art that is just. absolutely riddled with casual classism, orientalism, and anti-sex work rhetoric, and its uncomfortable. so i tend not to engage much with the fandom on it.

9: Worst Part of Canon

this is such a vague question because i could say so much here, but i'm just going to go with the very biased answer of the frequent condescending way a lot of the beastformers are treated throughout idw. like. these are people. canon wants you to believe that these characters are just as sentient and alive as everyone else but just, jeez. look at what ravage does throughout all of mtmte. being pet, drinking out of bowls, sleeping under megatron's bed, the visual gag of megatron gifting him a bone in one of the cover pages for the holiday special in mtmte, nautica handing ravage a little energon treat, everyone calling him kitty. it's just. agh.

13. Worst Blorbofication

idw tailgate and ravage. absolutely tailgate and ravage, though drift fits here too. tailgate is an arrogant asshole who has a violent streak a mile long. ravage is a bitter, snarky jerk who was, at some point, considering on killing megatron. they're both complex adults and fanon does somewhat have a habit of waving these things away.

[emtheanxiousdragon]

So I read Thief in ThunderClan and all the comments people make about the ableism within it… I figured since I’m studying both English and Disability Studies, I could make a fairly informed statement on this.

I’ll preface this by saying that I doubt the Erins think as deeply about this as I’m about to, but let me talk. I also got inspired by a random set of tags that I can’t remember.

Within modern disabled circles, the key cultural value is that disabled people retain worth, even if they cannot contribute to society. The problem readers point out with TiTC (need the c to avoid issues) is that the story focuses on disabled people contributing to society, even in small ways. Multiple characters worry they lack value without service, fears which are not answered by saying the statement is utterly false, but by saying that they can serve in some capacity. It shifts the focus from worth despite ability to finding ways to serve how you can. This shift makes it feel like the characters believe “useless” disabled cats have no worth.

However! I think it is important to consider some facts about the series and disability rights in our world. To start, disability civil rights is simply not as popular as women’s rights, racial rights, religious rights, or LGBTQ+ rights. It simply isn’t. As a result, the general public isn’t aware of a lot of important trends in the community, such as the separation of disability from usefulness and identity. Basic Google searches can still direct them to older and outdated articles which focus on finding purpose within community. They should do more research, but we can extend some empathy regarding a lack of popular knowledge.

Next, the only characters in Warriors who think of disabled cats as worthless without usefulness (excluding villains and hated characters) are those who are disabled. When they struggle to pursue the occupations they want, they experience issues of self-worth. This is a normal response! Few people want to do nothing of importance to their community, and these characters want to contribute in a way they enjoy. It makes sense for a young character to fear going to the elder’s den because they want to do things with their lives. Characters who comfort them go for the obvious solution of pointing out ways they can contribute to their homes.

That’s the next big thing. The “all for one, one for all” attitude discussed in TiTC is central to Clan identity. The Clans are a survival culture. Their small populations have to continually work to provide food and security for one another. As a result, being able to pull a bit of your own weight is very important. Every member of the Clan needs to find a balance between their individual talent and capability and the support of their Clanmates. Otherwise, cats can die. Brightheart is chastised not for being lazy but for taking on too much. For the Clans, warriors need to find the balance.

And then again, if cats aren’t able to contribute in these important ways, they aren’t thrown aside or seen as worthless. The value of the sick and elderly is a key tenet of Clan life! The elderly are disabled, all old people are. The role of the elder is meant for those who cannot serve the Clan, outside of perhaps telling stories or giving advice, regular old people stuff. They are respected cats. This respect is often framed around past work, but that is the nature of their society. It’s kind of weird that they have to bury the dead, but that’s not the focus of this post.

Yes, the Clans are horrible at allowing disabled characters to find their own place in the Clan rather than forcing them into a place. Cats who want to work as warriors are forced into the elder’s den or the medicine den. The fact that they have to constantly prove their usefulness unlike other cats is wrong. It is a missed opportunity that the authors don’t acknowledge this, and it contradicts many of the points made here. However, for TiTC to say that disabled people are still able to contribute to society and find worth in their work is far from the biggest sin of the authors. The response makes sense for the characters and their culture and isn’t a terrible response. After all, many disabled people find they can still do rewarding activities that are seen as useful to their community, even if those activities aren’t major.

If the Erins really dove into this concept, the disabled world of Warriors would be richer and more thought-provoking.

[uselessheretic]

Harm Reduction in the OFMD Fandom: Izcourse Edition

I keep wanting to write something up about this, but getting stumped on how to even begin. Largely, because I already know exactly what bad faith arguments are going to be made off the bat, and I feel reluctant to clog down my writing trying to dispel every weird take about things I didn't say. So, it is what it is. If you have questions please ask politely and use a bit of critical thought beyond trying to find anything to grab hold on to contradict.

The Izzy fandom gets harassed. A lot. Nobody here understands why either. When referencing harassment, I'm most likely referring to either direct abusive messages such as anon hate through Tumblr, or talking about the OFMD through a holistic view that includes harassment through Twitter of common dogpiling, stalking, spreading of false rumors, the occasional doxxing, and other things. I'm including Twitter in this conversation because the world doesn't revolve around individuals on Tumblr, and for some of us, it's beneficial to talk about the greater context of fandom without assuming that we are blaming random Tumblr users for Twitter drama. That said, a lot of people use both platforms and the two of them are closely linked, especially since a lot of meta from Tumblr gets poorly replicated on Twitter.

So we're on the same page, the way I'm defining harassment is: The continuous or severe targeting of an individual or group through harmful behavior that includes physical threats, name-calling, impersonation, spreading malicious rumors, and encouraging others to harass a target. This is not an all-inclusive list, but I want to create a baseline for what I'm talking about. This also means things such as stating you dislike a character, responding to another's post to disagree, or speaking positively about a character. This also means that instances of conflict are not inherently harassment either, although this is murkier as we move through the gray area of "continuous or severe."

I'll also be using the terms "Izzy likers" and "Izzy crit" since those seem to be each respective sides more preferred terms and things like "Izzy stans" or "Izzy antis" can hold negative connotations. I'll also be referring to the anon hate received as from a singular person, unless noted otherwise, and as "L anon."

So, I guess let's dive into it?

I've seen the question posed a few times "Well, what do you want us to do about it?" when Izzy likers have brought up the topic of harassment or alluded to the fact that Izzy crits as a group contribute to this. It's true that our individual ability to stop harassment completely is an impossible task, however, there are actions that can be taken as a collective to reduce the amount of harm being done. I don't believe it's true that harassment is an aspect of fandom one must accept to be within it. I also don't think it's right to equate messages telling Black people to get lynched as the norm in fandom everyone has to deal with. I understand that anon hate is common throughout fandoms, but the vitriol and noticeable escalation of L anon is an anomaly that deserves to be taken seriously.

Actions I'm proposing (and will elaborate on) are for Izzy crits to STOP:

Minimizing the harassment of Izzy likers

Separating this harassment from greater conversations of misogyny, transphobia, racism, and antiblackness

Engaging with L anon unless it is to very clearly condemn him without caveats

Encouraging the association of liking Izzy as being an indicator that someone is racist, abusive, homophobic, etc

Using the #Izzy Hands tag as a place to post character hate, criticisms of Izzy likers, or to find meta focused on disliking him.

Minimizing harassment and distancing identity

This includes things such as suggesting that the harassment might not exist, that it isn't that bad, it's just a troll, turn off anon, everybody deals with this, and the idea that people are using discussions on harassment as an excuse. Minimizing harassment normalizes the behavior and continues a narrative that Izzy likers should expect to get harassed online. Downplaying the effects or severity dismisses the victims of it, and refusing to recognize that this is a form of passive endorsement.

I feel some type of way about this personally because I don't appreciate my experiences of racist harassment being treated as something I should just get over or normal in fandom. Like sorry to keep bringing it up I guess lol but like?

This isn't okay and it goes beyond "normal" fandom harassment and I feel like I'm going crazy having to argue that this isn't just something shitty that happens to everyone, but an awful, violent, and frightening message(s) to receive. It genuinely concerns me to see white people in fandom brush it off and make a choice to instead focus on the implications of shipping Izzy with his boss. It points towards a trend of dehumanization online where we no longer see people as people, but characters in our screen who have lesser value than our favorite blorbos. I cannot believe I have to say this.

Purposely separating L anon from identity is another way of passively justifying abuse. Whenever people brush off L anon, it's often in the context of anon hate happens to everyone and ignores the fact that more marginalized identities are getting the brunt of this which includes rape threats, suicide baiting, and overt antiblackness. It can often be followed with reminders that Izzy crits of color also receive racism. The thing is, saying that Izzy likers are receiving racist harassment, doesn't mean that other groups of fans do not. The harassment Izzy likers gets still matters, even if you don't view it as unique. It's concerning to hear white allies especially utilize this rhetoric as if they have a limited capacity of caring for poc.

Engaging with L anon

A lot of people do straight up delete L anon asks. On the Izzy likers side at least, there's been an uptick in people posting the hate they receive or collecting screencaps before blocking out of a necessity of proving that the hate exists. I think a lot of us would prefer to not have to do that!

It would help if Izzy crits made an effort to stop engaging with the anon unless it was to condemn his actions. Certain forms of engagement can be viewed as encouragement whether intentional or not, and it feels noticeable that in the last few weeks L anon has gotten increasingly violent.

You don't have to tell L anon that "I'm not even an Izzy stan so you have the wrong blog anyways" because this normalizes the idea that he should be focusing his attention on Izzy likers. You don't have to argue and justify to L anon that you actually dislike Izzy or prove that you're critical of him for the same reason.

You certainly don't need to tell L anon "I don't care if you harass Izzy stans" and it's insane to pretend like this is anything but a dick move.

Telling L anon "you act just like an Izzy stan!" or that they're "Izzy coded" reinforces to him that Izzy likers are abusers and racists, therefore affirming in his mind that they're acceptable targets.

Seriously, if your response is anything other than "sending these messages is fucked up and nobody in fandom deserves this for liking a character" then just block and delete the ask. Any amount of attention can be twisted into positive affirmation and adding on "harassment is bad" doesn't negate the impact of confirming to anon that you view Izzy likers as racist abusers.

Encouraging the association of liking Izzy as being an indicator that someone is racist, abusive, homophobic, etc

It sucks stop doing it. We can draw a difference between Izzy the character and Izzy likers. In the end, your interpretation of a character is yours and nobody can stop you from having it. Putting thought into how you frame meta, however, could help lessen this association.

Be careful with your language and ensure that you are referring to the character when discussing the show. "Izzy stans refuse to see that he's X" is an unnecessary statement when it can just be that "Izzy is X which you can see from scene Y." When there is a specific trend of harassment being justified via claiming a group of people is bigoted, it's worth the effort of minimizing feeding into that assumption.

Saying shit like "Izzy likers who are poc are desperate for white approval" is like for one really shitty lmao? But also feels bad in a climate where people are being called Candace Owens race traitors who should be killed.

There's a great article that touches on this and the way that even when someone isn't directly harassing a person, their separate posts in combination with others, reifies the idea that the victim in an appropriate target.

The author further elaborate in her research about third order or indirect harassment.

The examples she uses here are a bit more extreme, but this is the same framework she's utilizing in her article discussing harassment on the left and in queer communities.

When you answer L anon and say shit like:

or respond to concerns about racist targeting like this:

I am in fact going to feel some type of way about a week later seeing L anon increasingly escalate his behavior until I get six messages in my inbox calling me a race traitor bigoted cunt. It doesn't matter if you say "it's bad to be racist" when you're already confirming the idea that Izzy likers are the main exporters of racism in fandom which is explicitly L anon's justification for sending hate.

Tagging character hate

I still can't believe that this is an argument when it's a basic courtesy within fandom and has been for years. Tagging character hate doesn't constitute as harassment. However, it does exacerbate an already hostile climate between fans and allows for more conflict that could be easily avoided.

If a meta post is in the character tag then people are going to respond to it. It being tagged communicates that this is something people can respond, especially when you encourage people who agree with you to comment.

If you want less Izzy likers to respond to your Izzy meta then just stop tagging it as #Izzy Hands. It will greatly decrease the amount of interaction! Putting posts into the tag ends up baiting people into responding, continuing to draw out a conflict that nobody wants to be in.

If you don't like Izzy and you think he's too popular a character or his fandom is where you end up seeing the most toxicity come from please consider not going through his tag. If you instead look through tags of characters you like, you will be rewarded with content of that character. The character tag will not function adequately as a place to locate critical content for them, so just cut out the middle man, and stop using it because it's just pissing both sides off and "I have a right to be here!" is the dumbest hill to die on.

Using alternative tags for organization literally just makes things easier for everyone. Tagging things with #Izzy crit or something like #Dizzy Izzy allows you to have a space to locate similar posts without having to expose yourself to a group of people you don't like. It also provides an easy tag for people to block and avoid seeing on their dashboard. This is better than people just having mute the tag to filter out when going through his character tag, because it doesn't require an entire community to cater towards your need to post things in a tag on principle. People who are new to the fandom and just happen to like the character also don't have to be confused by seeing chara hate in the tag and going to argue with it.

It is good to center your fandom experience on things you like instead of being set on asserting your right to be within a space you don't like! I promise!

[recurring-polynya]

Request Time!

I am sure this is a categorically terrible idea, but I am too squirrel-brained to pick a writing project to work on, but also I'm tired of not writing and additionally, I am puffed up on my own hubris from hitting 1M words on AO3, so let's gooooooooo!

I am taking requests from now until I get tired of this! I promise I will write at least one thing! I do not promise when that will be!!

This is a fanfic event

I will do the ones that speak to me the most. It’s not first-come, first-served! If you have a good idea, send it in! It's fine to send in more than one!

I delete the requests that I don’t accept.

No theme this time! Anything goes!

Here are some tips:

I do have anon asks on, but if you log in, it means I can ask questions if I need to, plus it makes me feel like we’re friends when I get a name with the request.

Ideally my short fiction comes out between 1k and 2k, so we’re usually talking just a scene or two. I am notoriously bad at sticking to this.

You can see all my previous short fiction here. (Each yearly volume has a table of contents in the first chapter). Try not to request things that I’ve done before, unless it’s explicitly a continuation. Alternatively, you can check out some of my previous request tags like 500 Follower Drabble Weekend or What If Requests

You can request extra scenes from my existing fanfics.

The best requests are specific enough to be inspirational, but not so overconstrained that you’ve basically written the whole thing yourself. Specifying a set of characters is okay, but it’s better if you add a setting or a scenario or a mood. Think about what the description would be if you had to post it to ao3 yourself.

If you read my blog and/or my fanfic, you will probably get a good idea of which characters I love and the kinds of things that delight me and the things that do not. I primarily do these requests for the benefit of my regular readers, so if this process is biased towards them, that is by design.

Here's a list of stuff I am probably going to say no to. If you feel like you know me really well and have a killer idea that you think I'll love, go ahead and hit me with it, but otherwise, please don't.

Reader/x (this is a hard no, don't even ask)

Kidfic

Any ships that are captains/their lieutenants or Karakura Kids/shinigami. No Aizen ships period.

The only endgame romantic ship I will write for Renji or Rukia is Renruki. I might be open to some explorations during their separation years or like some weird AU thing that's Wrong on Purpose, but in both these cases, you're getting undercurrents of Renruki for free, whether you want them or not. The only Byakuya ship I will write is Byahisa. Friendships and other kinds of non-romantic relationships are always welcome!

Anything featuring Sternritter, aside from as villains. Actually, same goes for Nnoitra and Szayelaporro. Mayuri also on extremely thin ice, but I have a lot of Mayuri-loving pals on this site, so I might be convincible with the right prompt.

I am not explicitly ruling out NSFW, but you gotta give me a good hook, I’m only good at writing smut if it’s weird. The only smut I will write is Renruki. Also, my smut is always super consensual, no exceptions.

Send your requests to my Askbox!

Aug 24: Requests are now closed! Thanks everyone!

[argentumcor]

@paranorahjones tagged me in this. I'm not usually one for this sort of thing but I've been looking at writing-qua-writing to get some stuff in order so I figured I'd do a little navel-gazing (procrastinating).

How did you get into writing fanfiction?

Oh goodness. I think my first fanfic was for KotOR back in…before 2008, before I graduated high school. It’s lost to LiveJournal I believe, or FF.net. Several things are. They were fine, as I recall. Written when I was a lot younger for sure. I had to write them, though.

How many fandoms have you written in?

To go by AO3, 30 that I would consider actual separate fandoms. Many of those are one-shots, sometimes just odd ideas I had about something I watched or read or played, things I needed to get out of my head.

How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

Must be around 16, though there were several years-long breaks in there. I am a dried-up old woman. You'll never be actually cool until you're over 30, kids, and then you won't even really care, get over it.

Do you read or write more fanfiction?

Frankly, read. I read very fast, I write not as fast, no one writes as fast as I read. For whatever fandom I’m working in, with exceptions, I will read new things and things I liked to help keep me motivated and inspired. As you can see from how many fandoms I’ve written for, I devour new fiction by nature. Verily, I hunger for it.

What is one way you've improved as a writer?

Pacing, pacing, pacing. I write my own stuff under my real name- I will not dox myself, partly paranoia and partly a sense of personal artistic ethics- and fanfiction has been my training wheels especially with pacing. It is the hardest part of fiction to me, something intuitive you have to have a go at until you find the right sense of it.

What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Hmm. I’m not a great barometer for weird. In recent memory, I spent a lot of time walking around every stupid alleyway and cranny of Night City in Cyberpunk 2077. I spend a lot of time feeling around in the guts of the fandoms I write- sometimes that’s really what it feels like you are doing.

What's your favorite type of comment to receive on your work?

Hard to pick. It’s really nice when someone gets what you’re doing with structure and theme for longer works, but the people who are just struck plan by something I wrote are very special to me. All my commenters are, really. You guys rock. You know what though? The ones who say things like “oh thank God I found this, it feels like it was written by an adult who cares about the characters as people and not some teenager trying to get off”, I like those ones best because I totally understand.

What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

Hmm. It’s a hard life, being a neo-paleo-counter-reformationist, but somebody’s gotta do it (rosary fics).

What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

Crossovers most of the time. I have an X-files/SG-1 crossover I may never come back to because it required me to hold this kind of early aughts sci-fi mentality in my mind for two shows that both sync and do not sync and also isn’t where I, emotionally, am at these days. I don’t like to write crossovers generally because of that kind of thing and, even with reading, most of them are like a food combo only explainable by pregnancy hormones.

What is the easiest type?

Brief character studies where you’re looking at a character’s mindset during events. It’s simple and focused.

What is something that you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

I started many moons ago, but never got around to reviving or really doing anything with, a Halo/Firefly crossover based on the end of Halo 3 that would have replaced Serenity. The crew finds some weird, old salvage adrift in the black…also my Firefly continuation since we’re on the subject, another ‘this is where the story is going’. I wonder if those notes are anywhere. No, no, wait, stop…

What made you choose your username?

I liked the sound of it. I’m Silverheart most places and argentumcor on Tumblr because Silverheart was taken so I just put it into Latin because neo-paleo-counter-reformationist and also, importantly, I am lazy.

Huh, I broke the formatting a bit? So it goes. I'll tag @womaninwinter because now she is double-tagged and this amuses me.

[riacte]

Um hii so I may have something to add to the "duo name" discussion going on.

Fanmade duo names are generally established to separate them from shipping. Which is a good idea and we should continue to make an effort to tag shipping. But you know what else is a fanon concept? Not the idea of two CCs being good friends irl, but the fannish idea of shipping their characters. (Excluding CCs who are married / together). So instead of coming up with fanon names for platonic duos who are friends irl, I think we should come up with fanon names for the fannish concept of shipping (who are not together irl / whose characters are not together).

I'm not into QSMP so I cannot speak for that side and I know y'all have a different shipping culture, so this is more for hermitshipping / trafficshipping.

I can't verify this statement but in this post, OP mentions Joe and Cleo didn't want a duo name because they felt like a word + duo couldn't represent their years of friendship. And I can imagine this to be true for many duos especially in HC, which has been going on for so long. Instead of trying to “define” friendship with a word, we can shift the focus to making up a fan name for the fannish concept of shipping them.

Case study 1: Renchanting / Treebark

The ideal scenario: CCs make their own canon platonic name, shippers make their own fannish name for shipping. Treebark is a pun, it's vague, it doesn't overtly mention Ren or Martyn or their brands, and like the more niche duo names, you need to put in effort to understand what this means. Which makes it perfect for shipping in the sense we try to "hide" it. I know people have said it can be frustrating when you see a new duo and don’t know what it means, but I think it’s okay for ship names because they are by design meant to be obscure. You have to make an effort to look for it and understand what it means.

Case study 2: Convex / Cubscar (Ranchers / Solidaritek (?) also goes here)

I think it's called Cubscar based on Cubscar Week? Anyways, a slightly less ideal scenario than Treebark but still very very good. Canon name for platonic stuff, name mashup for romantic stuff. Less elegant that Treebark but it works so who cares. If it works, it works.

Case study 3: Flower Husbands

FH is different in the sense it’s a canon romantic ship and the CCs made the name themselves. I guess FH is still used for platonic but romantic FH would probably be best tagged with shipping to differentiate it.

Case study 4: Rendoc (aka. is this platonic or romantic or what) (Renskall also goes here)

Rendoc is like FH but?? It’s both a ship name and a duo name?? SHIPrendoc? They made it themselves hello?? Rendoc has been around long enough that we just use it for whatever. Like FH, romantic Rendoc should probably be tagged with shipping.

Case study 5: Fress / Stresskall

Long established ship names that sometimes gets used for platonic because it’s faster and we don’t have canon names (at least I think we don’t?). At least I use it for platonic too. It’s different from Rendoc / Renskall in the sense we don’t get a “haha yes ship us” from the CCs. And I think we have enough common sense to tell whether a post is meant to be shippy or not. Eg. “YESS FRESS CRUMBS IN NEW EPISODE!” (about canon platonic interaction), “omg fress in your au is so cute” (depends on context? What’s the AU?), “I think Fress should kiss” (overtly romantic).

These dynamics in particular have been around long enough that it feels weird trying to make a duo name for them (like Jleo). Like, I would rather call platonic Stress+Iskall with Stresskall than, fuckass allium duo or whatever. If it’s tagged with shipping, it’s meant to be seen as shipping. In the absence of canon names, sometimes using name mashups is faster and more efficient.

There are of course exceptions for everything: eg. Desert Duo is well established enough and it’s a good contrast to Scarian. But I think for more niche duos / ships, we can kind of get away with using name mashups? In the absence of canon names?

But I think name mashups are still seen as inherently shippy because that’s how other fandoms make their ship names. (Ironically one of my ships have the name “sniper duo” which is unrelated to mcyt duoification I promise, and is more used descriptively instead of as a tag) So we have to be careful with how we present name mashups especially in public spaces…?

I still think it’s better than making up duo names that few understand. And I think we should reserve our obscure names for the more obscure act of shipping instead. If it’s difficult to find out what it means, why not make it difficult by design? The name mashup tells you who they are, but the obscure ship name tells you explicitly it’s romantic. I know it’s hard trying to twist your thought process the other way because we’re so used to name mashups being for shipping (in other fandoms), but idk I just think it makes sense for fan names to be made for entirely fanmade concepts. And non fanmade concepts (friendships) can stay the way they are. Idk just some thoughts.

[thatoneao3author]

randomized fic tag game

fuck it I’m creating a fic brainstorming challenge in an attempt to interact with the fandom ig

so I used this au generator to assign you an au, this fan fiction trope generator to give you a trope/situation/sometimes another au, feel free to keep clicking until you get something that inspires you.

then try to come up with the title, plot, vibe, and details of a fic including whatever the generators gave you. you don’t actually have to write it, just put the concept into the world! this is basically just a thought experiment

for example, here’s mine:

The AU generator gave me: summer camp au 

The trope generator gave me: Your characters are neighbors and hold up notes in their windows across from each other to talk all the time and they're both developing huge crushes.

okay okay I GOT this 

title: i’ll beat your ass in the color war, red

- we got teenage!gallavich, i’m talking season one ian-still-has-freckles little gallavich 

- ian gets a scholarship to the camp via a raffle his school did for kids on the honor role. technically, lip got it, but he handed the voucher off to ian because he’s caught up with karen at the time and wants his brother to have a good summer. that’s why ian’s there. 

- mickey is put into foster care for one reason or another, something with terry, and his foster family sends him. that’s why he’s there. mandy’s around here somewhere, too. 

- all the cabins are really close together, but ian + mickey are placed separately. right next to each other, actually. ian and mickey both happened to take the low bunks next to the windows, which are facing each other. 

- ian recognizes mickey as someone from the south side, like him. he also befriends mandy early on, but he doesn’t really speak to mickey. 

- UNTIL! there’s a power outage on the camp grounds, knocking out the lights in all of the cabins. And Ian sees a flashlight in the window across from his when he’s trying to go to sleep. 

- with the chaos of everything, it doesn’t work, and a generator powers up some of the cabins. for safety reasons, they send those without power to sleepover in the cabins with power so that everyone’s together and warm and guess what?? mickey and ian end up together. sharing a bed because there aren’t enough.

- they bond, but their schedules don’t line up the most and they end up doing the notes-in-the-window thing every night while trying to sleep for a week. they also pass this old notebook back and forth, giving each other doodles and thoughts and questions through the pages. they talk about how weird the experience is, how different the kids are from southsiders. 

- then, they get to pick new classes at the beginning of the following week. for the first time since the power outage, mickey approaches him directly and they pick similar classes

- they keep using the notebook throughout the summer, writing down things that are too hard to say out loud like “you’re pretty, red” and “i think i really like you and i don’t know if that’s a good idea”

- they spend free time together in the field, mickey sitting there while his sister and ian make flower crowns. 

- they do other arts and crafts together. ian makes them matching ‘friendship bracelets’ and mickey claims to think that it’s stupid. but he wears it anyway, just to see him smile

- idk man you get a summer’s worth of them being cute but not actually dating. mickey causes some trouble, they end up kissing at the camp fire, some sneaking around is involved, there’s a color war (which is like, fun team-based games like capture the flag or huge water fights) where they’re on opposite teams, maybe a little pride event at some point since we’re in the summer time. generally just huge summer love vibes

- i imagine there’s some issues near the end of camp bc mickey likes what they have but he isn’t sure if it can continue when they go back to chicago, he only feels safe doing their whole thing bc they’re away from literally everyone they know.

- one possible ending is mickey telling ian how much he cares, but they have to wait until they’re older and he’s away from his dad for good/he’s more comfortable in his sexuality. BAM! possible timeskip sequel, bittersweet ending. the other ending is ian offering him a place in the gallagher home, BAM! domestic vibes, some found family, and it’s more happy. either one could work depending on what i want from the fic

alright alright i’m all done now. don’t feel pressured to try it if you don’t want to, but i’m gonna tag @creepkinginc @softmick @gardenerian @lupeloto and @this-is-estrelya​

[blondiest]

Asking here so tumblr won't eat your replies in the meronia tag. Do you have any headcanons for them (or for lawlight) in an omegaverse setting?

both grateful to you for the consideration bc UGH!!! WHY IS IT EATING MY POSTS!!! and mildly horrified that i am going to blast this at 8x as many people as i would be blasting it at on my sideblog.

100% kidding. i already spent, like, three separate posts talking about spit at this point, so i think any illusion of dignity i once held is long gone.

however. to be totally honest with you i have spent approximately zero moments thinking about the omegaverse, and i will say i don't have any original thoughts for lawlight ever & have no intention of writing them. i pretty much exclusively enjoy them bc of the immense talent of authors within the fandom; i don't think i would have ever warmed up to the idea of them together otherwise.

so, having it out of the way that my skull is completely empty on this topic, allow me to seriously entertain it. there are a few things that i think work well about the trope, and a few things i think could be tricky. for example— the most obvious upside is that the dynamics give an obvious, easy excuse for characters to act on their attraction to one another despite whatever hurdles stand in the way, which make it an appealing option in some ways for meronia given the somewhat complicated vibes going on there (& there's i guess an opportunity for continued complicated vibes since it could be written to have them hook up before actually sorting through any of the “Mello being bitter as all fuck” shit gets resolved). second thing that i feel like fits nicely for them is the possessiveness aspect because. uhhh. Mello is very abnormal about Near in a lot of ways and imo that's Definitely One Of The Ways He's Weird. third reason that i can, like, see the appeal is that there's the built-in intensity kind of inherent to the trope, which again could be made more interesting and fraught by a persistently messy dynamic between them.

to me what makes it less appealing is that the very basic default dynamic in omegaverse is not one i find particularly compelling for Mello & Near. not saying that it's Bad or Wrong or Incorrect Writing or anything, just that it's not, like, my thing for them. i think the dynamic probably Could be done in a way i would enjoy, i just think it would have to be executed in a certain way. also i am going to put this in the clunkiest way possible bc it's late on my body clock rn (<- excuse; i'm actually just stupid) but like. something about the idea of Near being submissive due to Biology Reasons just kind of bores me idk. i very much enjoy writing him being into Mello bossing him around but i prefer for him to be actively kinda freaky about it tbh, and something about the Innate Biology Stuff of omegaverse kind of dulls that effect for me. maybe there would be a way around it, but that would be a possible sticking point in terms of interest for me.

all of this being said i definitely borrowed a tiny tiny tiny bit from omegaverse for i'm lost and i'm lonely (i hunger for you only) [which is, by the way, not recommended reading as i feel like i need to rework mello's characterization now that i'm more used to writing him, but it's still a concept i like a lot. if you go into it with the knowledge that it's a bit OOC (suspension of disbelief: Mello having a single ounce of emotional intelligence & self-awareness at age 18) then i imagine it could still be kind of a fun, short, highly incomplete read].

i pretty much just borrowed the idea of like, biting & bonding (bc it's. about Near being a vampire. hehe) but it's a T rated fic (... for now) so it's, like. not a sex thing idk. that being said, if i was going to write omegaverse for them (i do not see this happening bc i have a lot of WIPs i find compelling already) it would probably be with the same sort of setup in that fic (mafia Mello coming back to Wammy's bc Near is mysteriously/suspiciously super fucking sick & shit is looking bleak)

anyways. i'm sorry if this isn't what you were hoping for bc i didn't give you literally any headcanons but!! it was a fun question to engage with still, so thank you for asking it. also, final thought, Light is an omega. GOODBYE

[directorofwulin]

Rules

I. Hi I am Pocky this is my blog, I am over 30 , I am a gamer I have a full-time job and I enjoy rping. Adult situations may appear on this blog. There will be supernatural, wuxia, xainxia featured on this blog including but not limited to combat, blood, hurt, death and monsters oh yes monsters, as far as story background goes. I would suggest 18 or older but it's a suggestion. I will tag things. II. I use small text and icons when I write. I will never say you must have the same to write with me. I will write with canon & Oc's I will write with side-blogs and mumus. If you have a mumu please give me a muse when you send an ask, or I will list your muses and randomly roll which one gets a post. It's character Rolette. I do not mind if your characters are artwork or a face claim or both. I love that people are so creative, but again to me the story is the thing. III. I am willing to ship with chemistry I might on occasion post a shipping call. If I do it's not a guaranteed thing it is a let's talk about it and see if we can ship together. Ultimately it will result in how the characters interact and perceive each other. Please not ALL SHIPS will be in their own verse. I will not write polyships, I will not write cheating or humiliation with you. If things go steamy, I will put them under a read more and tag them NSFP (not safe for places) so it doesn't get blocked or whatever weird things that tumblr enjoys blocking. If we ship I ask that you write a verse separate from any others that you have ships in. As I said I do not write cheating threads and if I want to have a ship I want it to be ours.

IV. I am happy to write multi-threads with the same muse. I always continue Asks as threads. I am happy to do starters and I will sometimes post open threads. These are for anyone and will be continued in their own thread && their own verses. Send me as many memes, or random rp's as you want. How much time I have will depends how many I will get to, but I promise I will get to them! I will always tag a thread you are into you, and I will place your blogname in my tags so you can easily find any role-plays we share. V. Patience. Please be patient I do not mind you checking in to see if I got a thread. I will always <3 a thread I have seen, and it will be placed in my Drafts to do. Please do not guilt trip me for a thread, and please don't vague post. I write where I can and sometimes, I might feel an ask I have received or finally figured out how to reply to it. I do not blackball my friends or hold them hostage. I might just still be writing to it, finishing it up, wanting to spell && fact check it before I post it etc. VI. I might spam you with asks, if I see ones I think works. Feel free to do the same. VII. Fighting and Godmoding should also be mentioned. Please do not move my muse around they will do their own moving. I don't mean small things like having my muse serve food, tea or tend to a wound you know small things. If you overstep the boundaries of this, I will speak up. I will not accept attacks I don't get a chance to reply to, I will not accept an auto-kill all newbie like. Just don't do it, its crappy to do. In a fight scene I will always leave my attacks open ended, so you will never get auto attacked, auto hit or automatic anything. This is how I prefer to write combat. Should it come to such a thing. If we have talked about it in a PM or DM I have no issue allowing you to write it. My muse is a sword-immortal this doesn't mean he cannot be hurt, or damaged or get sick (sick is highly unlikely due to immortal cultivation but it can happen). Death is highly unlikely, but again I don't mind wump/care threads. VIII. I will under no circumstance write anything steamy with a minor if I find out you lied about your age to do so. I will block you.

IX. I very rarely block anyone. Sending hate will get you blocked. Anon is not there to critic people or be cruel. If this is how you get your jollies find another spot. I will likely delete it and have a great day no matter what. I will unfollow people who vague posts a lot, or I catch sending hate, calling out people for small things.

X. Please tag terminal illness for me it is my only trigger. I always try to tag triggers if I have missed yours approach me like a human being and ask me to tag it. I will, if you give me an attitude. I will move on. I don't need that negativity. I try to be considerate and would like the same from others. XI. If I add to this, I will post about it.

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38 posts created (1%)

3,110 posts reblogged (99%)

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I tagged 3,073 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#funny - 764 posts

#important - 385 posts

#the untamed - 246 posts

#art - 240 posts

#lotr - 186 posts

#mdzs - 152 posts

#star trek - 138 posts

#atla - 132 posts

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#drawing inspo - 118 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i just realized that ultron’s robot girlfriend’s name is jocasta; who he based off of janet van dyne’s brain patterns; and janet is his mom

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I feel like Tumblr’s relationship with celebrities would best be described as ‘chasing the popular, preppy mean girl kid around with a weird bug you found at recess’

16 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

#4

Listen, I’m not saying that Lan Wangji is stupid, but he does in fact have two braincells, and both of them are heart shaped.

46 notes - Posted March 3, 2022

#3

Good news clown husbandry tumblr! I have reason to believe that the Court Jester is not, in fact, extinct!

I was at my state fair when I encountered a show preformed by a male clown, I originally believed he was a comedian, but upon further inspection of his performance, which was mostly physical humor (including having members of the audience throw things at him), I began to suspect that he may actually have been a Jester/Circus Clown hybrid! (I suspect Circus Clown heritage due to the fact that he had a large unicycle. I did not get close enough to see his plumage clearly, although it appeared rather drab-part of what originally led me to my original judgment of comedian-I believe that he may have adopted a less flamboyant color palate in order to blend in with the radio cowboys).

In addition, I have long believed that many Court Jesters actually appear in Renaissance Faires solitarily or in small troupes. While many believe that the Court Jester died out due to habitat loss, Renaissance Faires seem to be a suitable reconstruction, even having ‘royal courts’ for them to perform for. When I previously have brought this up with my friends, they suggested that these could be Circus Clown/Porcelain Jester hybrids trained to act like Court Jesters. However, given this new evidence, I feel confident in stating that the widely accepted claim that Court Jesters are extinct seems to be false.

133 notes - Posted September 25, 2022

#2

Hey, PSA-Spoilers!

So, Netflix is releasing a new movie in four days (October 20, 2022). It is called ‘The School for Good and Evil’, and is based on a book series by Soman Chainani. It seems to be only covering the first book, though I imagine that there will be some kind of follow-up since literally everything this man has ever written is a New York Times bestseller. It’s a similar concept to Ever After High and Descendants, very well written, and I highly recommend that you watch it once it comes out.

the thing is

The thing is, there are two female leads. They are childhood best friends even though one of them is beloved by their village and the other hated, even though they are sorted into separate schools and taught to be enemies, even though there are so many people telling them to hate each other.

The thing is, at the end of the first book, one of the girls kisses the other one on the mouth. It is a kiss of True Love, something that already failed with her male love interest. It sends them home.

The thing is, this book, being that it is written by a queer author, has queer themes.

The thing is-and this is the spoilers-the girls are twins.

This is a plot twist from later on in the series. It’s something that’s wrapped up in a very complicated plot in the book it’s in. It is very unlikely that they could or would reveal this early. I feel like Netflix is likely to continue the movie series, and even if it isn’t, I feel like it would be fairly easy to get the books and read them yourselves for a….significant amount of people.

This book was written in 2013. By a gay man. I would like to participate in this fandom without the absolute shitshow that I know this will incite. Especially since the author is of Indian decent. Especially since one of the girls has been cast as black. Especially since this is so soon after the mess that was First Kill.

This was not queerbaiting, this was a gay author making a choice for his story. And maybe you could argue that he was forced, by his publishers, by societal expectations, but regardless; this man has been out-socially, if not publicly-since 2001. This was not an act of malice on his part, this was not a trick he played on you to deprive you of lesbian representation. Please, please be normal about this and leave him the fuck alone.

EDIT:

Okay, so some people are reading this as ‘don’t criticize this man about anything ever’, so I’ve decided to clarify: this is me, as someone who read the first book at about the time it came out, telling people to try to not be racist about this, letting them know that the author is queer-which in my mind at least reframes a few things-and trying to let people know that Sophie and Agatha are twins so they hopefully don’t get too caught up in the ship and then get disappointed/upset. I’m also trying to give this man the benefit of the doubt, but I’m definitely not trying to say that he’s never done anything bad ever, or that you can’t criticize him or his work. Just, please be normal about it.

192 notes - Posted October 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hey...do you ever think about how a Replicator is just,,, a 3D printer???? Like? We have communication devices hundreds of time more advanced than the flip-phone walkie talkies, laser guns and long-distance space travel and whatever the fuck a tricorder is are far off, but like we at least kinda know how we might do them. But like. The replicators are the last truly magical technology widely used in Star Trek and like,, they’re just super advanced 3D printers!!!

Like, we have those! We just need to improve the technology. They have holes in the wall that materializes food and clothes and musical instruments and we kinda know how to do that!!!

Doesn’t that fuck you up?

262 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

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Sweet Boy-Bonnie Gold x Reader x Finn Shelby (Part 6/?)

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Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

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Summary: Tensions continue to rise in the Shelby business, (Y/N) doesn't know what to do about her situation. Her mind is in two places with these boys. After a hard day in the shop, her simple evening turns into a dangerous one.

Characters: Finn Shelby x Reader, Bonnie Gold x Reader, Thomas Shelby x Reader

(A/N: I am so sorry for the wait!)

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(Y/N) P.O.V

I rubbed my eyes as I stepped into the shop, bracing myself for another day of work. I would no doubt see the boys, both would speak to me at separate moments and I would he confused all over again. A yawn escaped me as I hung up my coat, making my way towards the other girls who worked there.

"Morning." I tried my best to be cheerful, only to be greeted with mumbles or nothing at all.

They all avoided eye contact with me, some sheepish whilst others held their head high. What was going on?

"Is everyone alright? Did I miss something?" I cautiously asked.

When no one answered I scoffed to myself. If these women wanted to act like school girls then so be it. They were in a huff over something which obviously had to do with me.

"(Y/N)." Susan, a girl a few years older than me and more on the quiet side."It's about this whole Finn and Bonnie thing. Don't worry, they're just annoyed they aren't involved in the drama. Or having boys fight over them."

With that she smiled kindly at me before walking to her desk. My mouth was open in shock, trying to process what she said. Jealous? Jealous of the fact that I was dealing with two dangerous men, that I had got myself caught up in official Blinder business and that my life was in danger? Pathetic, absolutely pathetic.

"Think that's the angriest way of making a cup of tea." one of the lads who worked on the shop floor chuckled as he joined me in the kitchen.

I realised I had been stirring the tea around a little viciously."Just woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

"Or in the wrong bed?"

"Excuse me?" I frowned at him.

"Oh nothing."

I caught him smirking to himself, the cheeky bastard. What was up with people today?! Taking my cup of tea to my desk, I noticed the girls stop gossiping as soon as I approached. It was very tempting to say something, but if I opened my mouth I wouldn't stop. I sat, assuming they would start their small talk about something else, though they remained silent. They made themselves busy with their work, only speaking when they had to. This lot could talk for England, it was weird not hearing their voices. But still, I kept my mouth shut.

Work dragged, I couldn't help but glance at the clock often, feeling like an hour has passed when it was only fifteen minutes. I tried to concentrate on my work, if I really got my head in it, nothing else would distract me, and time would fly by! Still didn't work.

When lunchtime finally rolled around, I stretched my legs before standing, feeling that I would be by myself this lunchtime.

"Oi, (Y/N)!" a young Blinder called as I grabbed my things.

I rolled my eyes."Yes?"

He approached me, a cocky smirk on his lips as he looked back over at his friends, all of them terribly masking their laughs."I was just wondering if you would want to go out sometime?"

I knew he wasn't being serious."Sorry, no thank you."

"Why? You've already shagged two Blinder boys, aren't we just passing you around like salt at the dinner table?"

His friends burst into hysterics at his comment, as did he. That was it, I couldn't take anymore today. I could feel my nostrils flare as I glared at him, fists clenching tightly. Pulling back my hand, I gave him a good, hard slap around the face, my hand stinging just as much as his cheek was.

"Go fuck yourself! You have no idea what these past few weeks have been like! Fucking pricks, the lot of you!"

It was embarrassing that I had started crying but it was just humiliating. Why were people making jokes about this? I hadn't wanted any of this to happen, I didn't want to be that girl who liked boys fighting over her. I just wanted my old life back...well, most of it anyway.

As soon as I stepped out of the shop, I had no idea where to go. I couldn't go to my flat, Tommy had advised against it. I didn't want to be in public either, heading back to Polly's was the only place I could go, thank god she was working today.

I had held in my crying until I got to Polly's house, closing the door was like a switch. Suddenly it all came pouring out. I had no one to blame but myself for getting into this lifestyle. I should have listened to all my friends and family, I should have stayed away from Finn Shelby. Was it worth it? That one perfect year together, was it worth it?!

Was it?

Slumping towards the kitchen, I debated opening any kind of alcohol, but I had to be back at work in thirty minutes. The next best thing was the biscuit tin; however, my sobs grew louder when I saw there were none left, only crumbs.

"(Y/N)?" Finn's voice startled me. He was only in his trousers and shirt, no tie or jacket as of yet."Woah, what's wrong?"

I showed him the empty tin."There's no more biscuits!"

He was confused."Uh, OK?"

"I'm not crying over just that Finn."

"Oh. What's wrong?" he slowly walked towards me.

"People are awful."

"What's happened?" I could hear the concern in his voice, it made me melt.

"The girls are all ignoring me, they think I'm an attention seeking whore."

"They said that?!"

"Well, no, but they think that...that whatever is going on between us all is just me wanting attention."

"Which it isn't."

"Exactly! And one of the lads made a remark that I was in different people's beds and another said that I was being passed around like salt at a table."

It was his turn to be angry."Right, they still at the shop?"

He walked away, I assumed he was going to grab his shoes and coat

"No, Finn, Finn please don't cause anymore fuss! As much as I would love for you to have a screaming match with them, we both know it's not a good idea."

"No one speaks about my girl like that."

Shit, he used to call me that all the time.

"(Y/N), I didn't mean-"

"Old habits." I quickly brushed it off.

He put his cost back on the rack."Isn’t here anything I can do to make you feel better?"

"Conjure up some biscuits?"

We both laughed.

"I'm sorry I can't do that. Not right now anyway."

"That's OK. I shouldn't be snacking because I'm sad."

"You used to always eat the chocolate ones, especially when you were upset. Wouldn't leave any for the rest of us."

I blushed as I smiled."I know, but they were my favourites."

"I know."

This didn't feel awkward for some reason. It was actually nice to reminisce on the good times. It felt like when I had first moved in all over again. That excitement of seeing each other everyday, sleeping in the same bed and being able to share kisses whenever we wanted. No more sneaking out, no more waiting a few days for a proper date in order to see each other. Obviously this was under very different circumstances now.

"You think you'll be alright? I can say I saw you being sick if you don't want to go back to work." Finn offered.

I shook my head."No, people will just think I'm pregnant."

"Good point."

"Thank you though Finn."

"It's alright."

Another mind smile was shared between us. Perhaps we were growing up a little, accepting that what had been, had been. But then my mind flashed back to the past week, and that was not grown up behavior.

"Uh, Pol's got some chicken left over from last night you can eat." Finn told me.

"Oh, yeah, lunch. Thank you. Do you want some? I can make us some sandwiches."

"Y-yeah. Please."

It was silent as I made our food. I hated it. I could literally feel the awkwardness, my shoulders were tense now, why had we gone back to this? Did we just get too caught up in the moment? We were sat opposite each other at the table as we ate, mostly in silence.

"Do you think we'll ever be the same?" Finn asked."Nit as a couple but...friends?"

I kept my eyes cast down."Do you want to be friends?"

"Do you?"

I thought for a second."I wouldn't be against it."

"But?"

"There's no but."

"Alright, but there's something else."

"It would take time."

"I know. Just over the last week or so I realised I don't want you out of my life."

"Why?"

"If I started saying why you'll get up and leave."

"What?"

"It doesn't matter. Eat up if you want to get back to work on time."

Although I wanted to probe deeper, I also knew it would only lead to an argument. And I really didn't have time for that, having ten minutes spare to leave and get back to work once I finished eating.

"Go on, I'll clean up." Finn offered.

"Wow, this is a rare sight." I teased.

"Go!" he couldn't help but laugh.

Finn P.O.V

My smile was big and evident as (Y/N) got her things together. I didn't want her to go, I couldn't have spent all afternoon with her. I wanted to make it up to her. I had a lot to apologise for, not just from the last week either. Although I was still adamant on her and Bonnie not being a thing, I knew I had to make a decision. I just couldn't count on what her answer would be.

As I tidied away the plates from lunch, I saw Isaiah come through the back gate before entering the house.

"Alright mate?" he greeted, taking a seat where (Y/N) had just been.

"Yeah, you?"

"That wasn't very convincing mate. Do you want to sound any sadder?"

"Just got a lot on my mind, what with those guys chasing us and-"

"And (Y/N)."

I huffed."Fine. And (Y/N)."

Isaiah was my best mate, if he couldn't figure me out, then no one could."Finn, you seriously need to say something before it's too late. And honestly mate, it's getting later and later."

"But what do I say?" I leaned back against the counter, arms crossed over one another."It won't be easy. I treated her like shit. I could only focus on the business. Not to mention I fucked a load of whores in office with only a wall between us."

"Yeah, not your best move."

I groaned into my hands."Isaiah, I'm never going to get her back."

"Fuck." Is stood, standing in front of me."You're really serious about this."

"I just...I just don't think I can see (Y/N) with Bonnie. Or any other man besides me."

 “Well you need to do something about it. If you just admitted all of this earlier then she might have been back with you by now.”

“We both know how stubborn he is.”

“Right, come on then.” Isaiah sat back down, gesturing to the seat opposite him.

“What?”

“Well, we need to strategise, come up with a plan. No time like the present.”

(Y/N) P.O.V

The atmosphere was the same as it had been that morning. I had attempted to fix my makeup on the way there, though everyone had seen the state I was in when I left. Working in silence again, I felt my eyelids drooping in boredom. It was all too much, I was emotionally drained and my focus wasn’t all there. Finn was on my mind. Why was he now having this effect on me when I hated him so much? And where was Bonnie today?

There were only ten minutes before everyone would be leaving. Polly would make her rounds before loading and locking the safe, wanting us all gone in order not to see the code. I wasn’t about to start another task, I organised my papers to make it seem like I was doing something.

“(Y/N),” Susan tapped me on the shoulder from behind. I turned in my seat to face her,“I’m really sorry, I have a favour to ask you.”

“What is it?”

“Polly had to leave earlier, something about seeing Miss Ada, and she asked me to lock up. But I was too scared to say no and I’m supposed to be going on a date soon after this. Would you mind?”

“Oh, uh...” 

I didn’t think I was really supposed to be by myself, not after the ambush. But then I did storm out and walk to Polly’s myself that same day. I also knew how to lock up, and if Polly found out that I was handed the reigns, she wouldn’t be upset over it.

“Yeah, I can do that.”

“Thank you (Y/N)! I’ll make it up to you!”

I quietly sighed to myself as I watched everyone else leave, wishing I could have said no. None of the Shelby boys were here either, I was completely alone. Starting by locking all the doors, I headed to our takings for the day, not surprised by the amount. Susan had told me the new code, no doubt it would be changed for tomorrow. My movements were quick, wanting to go home as soon as possible. Was Finn still going to be there? If he was, would we speak again?

A knock on the door made me jump, and being over cautious, I picked up an envelope knife, the only sharp thing I could find in a few seconds.

“Hello?” a man’s voice called out. I didn’t recognise them, it wasn’t a worker.“Sorry, I was here earlier, I think I left my watch here. I was trying to use that to bet with, stupid I know.”

“You’ll have to come back in the morning.”

“Please can I come look? My wife bought it for me as an anniversary present and if she knows I tried to use it for betting-”

“I’m sorry, we’re all closed now.”

"Just let me in!" he shouted.

"Goodnight sir!" I shouted back, waiting to see his shadow pass from underneath the door.

When it did, I snuck towards the window, peeking from behind the curtains to see him slumping away. The men who came here were so impatient and rude. As if I was going to let a man come inside whilst I was by myself. I let it go, there was no point dwelling on it any further, going back to locking up properly.

Only a few more minutes passed by before I heard a bang outside, the sound of the back gate slamming into the brick wall. My heart immediately started beating faster, ducking down from any windows, making a beeline for my handbag. My gun was in there, a much better defence weapon, though I still held the knife in my other hand. Keeping low, I wished that I was being paranoid, my stomach twisting when I heard voices and laughter. Tucking the knife into the waist line of my skirt, I placed my free hand over my mouth, I didn't want to scream out of fear; and it was a good thing I did because they started banging on the door.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

"Alright lads, time to do this the hard way." a muffled voice said, before louder banging perused. They were trying to knock the door down!

I still had the key in my bag, slipping off my heels as soon as I retrieved it. Quickly tiptoeing towards the door, I unlocked it as fast as I could, but soon wishing I hadn't.

"Get back inside." the man towering over the door ordered."And don't scream."

I felt something press against my stomach. Slowly looking down, I let out a shaky breath when I saw it was a gun. Doing as he said, I cautiously stepped backwards, yelping when he snatched the key out of my hand, locking the door again. I didn't even want to attempt using my own gun, one slight move and he could accidentally trigger it. He also took my gun, walking me backwards until I was grabbed by my shoulders from behind, pushed down into a seat.

There were four young boys, I instantly recognised them. These were the ones who had chased us down in that gun fight the other week, the ones after Finn and Bonnie. But this time I had no one to protect me.

"This isn't the aunt, she's way too young!" one exclaimed.

"No, but she is the girlfriend of one of the Shelby's, the youngest one."

"Ex-girlfriend." I snapped.

The one who seemed to be the leader leaned down, placing either hand on the arm rests."Doesn't matter sweetheart. You'll still send a message. We were hoping for someone a bit more important, but you'll do."

"What are you going to do to me?" I craned my neck far away from him.

He had a sadistic smile."Not decided yet. This wasn't part of the plan."

Finn P.O.V

Tapping my fingers on the table, I glanced up at the wall clock for the hundredth time. Why wasn't (Y/N) home yet? It wasn't extremely late but this wasn't like her. And she was supposed to report back home straight away after work. Whichever Peaky Boys were on duty were in for it if they let something happen to her.

Is had been long gone after we finalised the plan to get my girl back. I knew he would be telling me to calm down, that she ended up in the Garrison or she was chatting away to her friends...except, she said they weren't talking to her today.

I leapt out of my chair, grabbing my cap and cost before bolting out of the door. Something didn't feel right. As I made my way to the shop, I spotted Bonnie with another Peaky boy.

"Bonnie!" I yelled.

He turned around, looking disappointed when he saw me. He nodded to the other boy who continued their walk whilst he waited.

"Yes Mr Shelby?" he mockingly said.

"I don't have time for games Bonnie. Is (Y/N) with you?"

"Does it look like she is?"

"Bonnie."

"No, she's not. I haven't seen her since the incident."

"Fuck."

His demeanour changed."What? What's happened to her?"

"I dunno. She hasn't come home yet. It might be nothing but-"

"Was she working today?"

"Yeah, that's where I'm headed now."

We both began running, catching up to the other lad who joined us. The lights were still on in the shop, but I sensed no movement. I knew Polly was at Ada's, perhaps another employer was locking up. She wouldn't have asked (Y/N), not when she was supposed to be coming home straight away.

"Let's check round the back." I ordered.

As we rounded the corner, two bodies were lying on the floor, two of our men. Blood was seeping out of one's head whilst the other flowed out of his abdomen.

"Shit." Bonnie hissed.

"You," I turned to the lad,"go find my brothers. No doubt they're in the Garrison."

"And if they're not?"

"Round up any Blinder. In fact just do that too."

He sprinted away, and I was glad he saw the severity of the situation.

"What we going to do Finn? We could be outnumbered again."

"But what if (Y/N) is in there? We can't just wait for backup."

"I know that! We also can't get ourselves killed in the process."

"Let's try to see what's happening at least. We'll go from there."

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

The four boys were still discussing what to do. It seemed they didn't even have a plan on what to do with Polly. This was buying me time though. Hoping someone had realised I was still here and not home, I subtly glanced around me, trying to figure a way out of this mess. I still had the knife in my waist band that they had missed. But if I made any sudden moves they could instantly shoot me.

"Warren," that was the leader's name,"we need to do something."

"I'm thinking. This is different." he snapped back.

"How? We can still mess her up like we were supposed to do to the other one."

"Please don't hurt me! I've got nothing to do with this!" I pleaded.

"You got the rope?" Warren asked, his accomplice nodding.

I whimpered as he started to tie me to the chair, I kept wriggling and protesting until a gun was held to my head. Why was this all happening to me? And why was this now happening after I had broken up with Finn?

Warren rounded my chair, gripping onto the back and tipping me back. I yelped, trying to keep my crying quiet, until he started dragging me backwards.

"Keep an eye out, I'm going to sort this one out." he said to his friends, who all responded with whoops and hollers. He wasn't, was he?

I went against their orders and started kicking as much as I could, writhing around and screaming as I was dragged into Tommy's office. He placed me in front of the desk, slamming the door shut and sitting opposite me in Tommy's seat.

"I quite like it this side. Makes me feel important." he sighed contently.

"I know the boys pissed you off but please let me go." I shakily said.

"I can't. Sorry. You knew what you were getting into when you started dating a Shelby."

"I'm not with him anymore!"

"Oh, you already dating then?"

He laughed at his own joke, getting up from his chair. Warren perched on the edge of the desk in front of me, arms folded over one another.

"What to do with you eh?"

I said nothing, I was too scared to.

Warren stood up straight, slowly rounding me as he thought."I don't want to start another war. They've already done the damage. But I've got to do something to get back at your boyfriend. Sorry, ex-boyfriend. Perhaps, I should cut all of your hair off. Or mark you up a bit? Or..."

His hands stroked the sides of my neck, over my shoulders, landing in my breasts. He squeezed them and I sobbed harder, hating the creepy sigh that came out of his mouth.

"I understand one of the reasons he liked you."

He tilted my head back to look at him. I was loudly sobbing, petrified at the thought of him touching me more.

"I don't want to be a rapist. I like to touch but I won't do that to you."

He said that as if it were a favour.

"Oh, what's this?" he took out the knife from the waistline of my skirt."I’ve got the perfect idea."

Bonnie P.O.V

We were waiting in the back alley way, urging for backup to come soon. It was definitely (Y/N) in there, and she was helpless. As much as we both wanted to go storming in and shoot any motherfucker that even touched her, it would be a one sided massacre. There were already two more dead boys in the back alley, we couldn't risk anybody else's lives until we outnumbered them.

"I can't wait any longer." Finn said, suddenly standing.

I grabbed onto his coat, pulling him back down behind the fence."Don't be stupid. You think I like sitting here when we can hear her crying? My mind is racing with infinite possibilities of what could be happening to her. But we have to put our feelings aside and do what's right. Unfortunately that's waiting."

"I always hated hearing her cry."

"Funny, weren't you almost always the reason for it?"

"Really? You're going to make snide comments right now?"

"It just slipped out."

"When this...this situation is all over and (Y/N) is safe, we are sitting down and sorting this out."

"It's up to (Y/N)."

"No, there's more to it than that."

"What?"

The argument would have escalated further if not for the sound of footsteps approaching. On our guard, we held our position and breaths in case it wasn't our backup, though we were in luck. The three eldest Shelby's, my dad, Isaiah and a group of Blinders had arrived.

"What the fuck is happening?" Tommy asked quietly.

"(Y/N) is being held hostage inside." Finn explained."It's those four boys from before. We think they'll be armed."

"Why is (Y/N) still here?"

"I don't know, but we don't think there's anyone else in there."

"Fucking kids playing around." Arthur grumbled.

"Right, you five, yo round the front," Tommy motioned to the Blinders,"the rest of us go in through the back. No shooting, not unless they make the first move. If we end up shooting the son, there will be a war."

"There's already a war!" Finn exclaimed.

Tommy just stared at his brother, swiftly moving past him and towards the shop. The group split, knowing their orders. Although I wanted to he the first to burst in and make sure (Y/N) was still alive, I knew I had to hold back. But I was ready for a fight.

(Y/N) P.O.V

We heard two doors being burst through, Warren's face told me that it wasn't anymore of his men. I let out a blood curdling scream, letting them know I was alive.

"You Peaky bitch!" Warren yelled, raising his hand high and slapping me hard across the face, so hard that my chair fell to the side.

I cried out in pain as I hit the floor.

"Fuck, fuck what are they doing here?!"

He ran out of the office, I could only hear muffled shouting but no gunshots. There was definitely a commotion, no doubt a fight had broke out. Tables and chairs were scraping across the floor, thuds and bangs could be heard as the men yelled at one another. During all this the office door opened again, I screamed before seeing Finn.

"Fuck, (Y/N)!" Finn exclaimed as he rushed to me.

"No, Finn, don't look at me, please don't!" I wriggled on the chair, feeling mortified at the state I was in.

Before they had a chance to save me, Warren had used the knife to his advantage. He started cutting at my clothes, ripping them up to expose me. My skirt was hanging together by a thread, one of my stockings was pulled down, my blouse had a sleeve ripped off as well as the back being entirely torn apart. He kept cruelly teasing me, slowly dragging the knife over my skin, whispering the things he would do to me if he had the time. I feared that if the boys hadn't shown up at this minute he would have done something, his trousers had evidently shown he was excited.

"(Y/N), I'm sorry, but please let me help you."

"I don't want you looking at me!"

"I've seen it before!" Finn cleared his throat."Sorry, I just need to get you out of here."

I couldn't stop crying as he sat the chair back up, cutting the ropes off of me. The fight was still going on, we're we gong to have to make a break for it or hide? Finn took off his coat, helping me to my feet and wrapping me in it so I was covered. He kept his arms around me, brushing back hair that had stuck to my wet cheeks.

"Did he touch you?" he gently asked.

I shook my head.

"You can tell me (Y/N), you can tell me anything."

My head wouldn't stop shaking."No, he really didn't. But...but I thought he was going to."

"It's alright, I've got you." he shushed me as I sobbed even harder, burying my face into his chest.

I just needed someone to hold me, I needed to feel protective arms around me. I was saved, but for how long? How were we getting out of this mess?

Tommy barged into the room."She alright?"

Apparently quite easily.

Finn nodded."Just shaken. We all good?"

"Yeah. They all ran. Doesn't mean it's over though."

I felt a lump in my throat as I spoke."They wanted Polly. It sounded like they were going to really hurt her."

"Where is Polly?"

"At Ada's." Finn said.

"And she asked you to lock up?"

I didn't want to get Susan in trouble."No, Polly asked another girl. But that other girl was...busy."

"Well, this is all a huge fucking mistake that luckily worked out for us in the end."

Finn was rubbing circles on my back."What now,Tom?

"Sit her down Finn, I'll get someone to make tea."

Bonnie P.O.V

My eyes burned into the door to Tommy's office. I could hear her voice, she was safe. I didn't know if she was hurt, though from the sounds of it, I didn't hear any fussing over her.

"Son, leave it be." dad sighed beside me.

"What? I can't know if she's OK?"

He just rolled his eyes, perching on the edge of a desk whilst we waited for our next instructions. On queue, Tommy waltzed out the office, I had to hide my disappointment when (Y/N) wasn't behind him. He said mine and my father's names as he brushed past, headed towards the kitchen. We swiftly followed, wondering why we were the only ones summoned.

"Everything alright Tommy?" dad asked, already wanting to know what was happening.

"I need a favour."

"And what would that entail?"

"You got a spare caravan?"

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Trust

Reader: Female

Character: Hawks

Rating: Explicit

Summary: After a long day, you arrive home, finding a letter saying that your fiancé. Takami Keigo, is cheating on you. So you decide to confront him, he denies these accusations and he decides to fuck those thoughts off of you.

Tags: Established Relationship, Angst, Mirror Sex, Vaginal Sex, Breeding, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Degradation, Dacryphilia, Slight Orgasm Denial, Slight Praise, Edging, Swearing, Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Choking, Daddy Kink.

At this rate, you no longer knew how many hours you had been crying, but when you looked at yourself in the huge full-length mirror that was in the corner of the room, you noticed your eyes already swollen and red. Just remembering the reason for your tears, more fell on your cheeks and you were already physically and emotionally tired to continue.

When you got to the apartment you share with your fiancé, Hawks, you noticed an envelope as soon as you walked in. Frowning, out of clear confusion. You looked at the clock that was in the living room.

7:15 pm

There were still a couple of hours until Keigo returned from his patrol. You looked doubtfully at the envelope that was in your hands. It had your full name in some ugly handwriting. Inside you felt a hunch, because the letter did not contain the address of the apartment, so the person had to know where you lived and bring it themself. You went to the room you shared with Hawks.

“I hope this is joke from Keigo or some neighbor.” You whispered to yourself while looking for a razor to open the envelope. Finding it, you sat on the edge of the bed. Your hand was shaking a little, but you were able to tear the happy envelope and remove the paper that was there. You left the torn piece of paper on the bed, keeping the letter. With some fear you opened the letter.

You read everything calmly. The tears did not stop falling down your cheeks until some fell on the piece of paper. You couldn’t believe what you just read. Hawks cheating on you? It was impossible. You doubted with all your heart the fact that your boyfriend, now fiancé, from five years ago is unfaithful to you. However, you were also beginning to think that it was true, so you decided that you would face him and have him confirm it himself.

You were in a complete trance, still standing in front of the mirror; however, the sound of keys and a door opening pulled you out of it. You felt an electric current run down your spine, knowing that Keigo came from his night patrol.

“I’m here, baby!” You heard Hawks voice. You went to bed, took the letter, placing it in the back pocket of your shorts. Each time you heard his footsteps approaching the room, which caused more nerves in you. You swallowed hard when Keigo walked in, his face was relaxed, but as soon as he saw your face, it changed drastically. “Y/n, love. What’s wrong? Are you feeling bad?”

You felt like you were short of air. Seeing his worried face made your blood boil. Your lips parted, as if you were going to say something, but nothing came out. Although you are almost nowhere to explode from anger and sadness, the nerves would not leave you.

Hawks approached you, standing a few inches from your body. His right hand rested on your waist, trying to get close to his body. However, with some force, your right hand hit Keigo’s cheek, making him turn his head to his right. The impact was strong, that his cheek began to turn red. He looked at you confused at your action. He brought his left hand to rest on his own cheek, gently massaging it.

“What was that for?” His voice was deep, it sounded mad, but there was still a hint of concern in his gaze. His golden eyes sparkled.

You let out a sigh, relaxing a bit.

“How much longer are you going to pretend you love me?” You let out almost screaming as the tears threatened to come out again. You wanted to swallow everything and be strong, but just imagining your partner kissing and touching another person in the same way that he does with you, it hurts like a thousand daggers in your heart.

“Pretend? What the fuck are you talking about?” There was clear confusion on his face at your accusation. He tried again to get closer to you, but again you pushed him away. You needed a lot of explanations. “Love, tell me what’s going on. You’re worrying me.”

“You have a minute to explain this shit to me.” You snapped, throwing the letter in his face, which he took a long time to take. He opened it with some curiosity in her golden eyes. She read everything calmly, frowning at hers. Her gaze shifted from the piece of paper to you. He gulped loudly. “Time is running out, Takami.” You warned.

“Y/n, babe. I can assure you this is false. You know I hardly have time for you in general because of the many missions the Commission orders me to do. You have to trust me, sweetie.” Keigo whispered, as he took your hand again, this time you let him. He pulled you close to his body, feeling a certain warmth to wrap you around. It was incredible that you had a few words from Keigo and you were already believing him, but this time, you felt a great distrust in all this.

How did he pretend that with that you would already believe him? How did he pretend that with that you would already believe him and everything will be as if nothing? Although you hated yourself for mistrusting him so easily, for he never gave you reasons to doubt him. However, it was not so easy when it would not be the first time you were cheated on. and everything will be as if nothing? Although you hated yourself for mistrusting him so easily, for he never gave you reasons to doubt him. However, it was not so easy when it would not be the first time you were cheated on.

“I know I shouldn’t doubt you, but this is all very weird, Keigo. This came to me today. Who is going to want to separate us when we’ve been together for four years? At this rate, I don’t think anyone.” You said against his chest, letting a couple of tears fall down your cheeks, again. They both stayed like that for a couple of minutes, totally silent. After a while, Hawks attached you more to his body, being able to feel something hard brush your thigh, causing you to abruptly separate from him. You looked at him with an arched brow, gently denying him. You couldn’t believe this. “Please tell me that you haven’t been turned on by this whole situation.”

“Can you blame me? If you look extremely sexy while you’re angry and with tears on your beautiful face. It makes you want to rub your face on the mattress while I penetrate your tight pussy like there is no tomorrow.” Hawks murmured, a smirk on his lips.

Your cheeks turned a crimson color at the words that came from the hero’s lips. No matter how long they were together, you were always surprised by the fact that Keigo turned almost everything to something sexual and many of the times he managed to get you where he wants you. You wanted this time to be different, you wanted to stand firm.

“The real question here is. Why the hell do you think about those things? We’re practically in the middle of an argument over alleged infidelity on your part. But you act like you don’t care in the least.” You said with clear annoyance in your voice.

“Come on, princess. It pains me to know that you doubt me, when I have never given you reasons to think that I am truly unfaithful to you.” Now it was Hawks who seemed irritated with the whole thing, which pissed you off even more. “Let me show you how much I love you and that you are the only one in my life.”

You felt it was stupid for him to get mad. The one who should be furious is you, and so you were. You felt your blood boil with each word and attempt to touch you that Keigo gave. Your hands made fists, but it was so strong, even the knuckles looked a little white. Your mind was blank, your throat felt dry.

Keigo approached you again, but this time you stayed still in your place. She grabbed you by the waist to turn you around and get back to the mirror. You felt his hands walk through your curves. From your waist, he went down to your thighs, which he spread to your breasts. You kept your gaze on the ground, you wanted to keep your dignity.

“Look in the mirror.” Hawks said with a commanding tone. You bit your lower lip, trying to suppress any sounds that wanted to come out of your mouth. Then you felt your fiancé’s hand wrap around your neck, making you look at your own reflection in the mirror. You felt the various rings on his hand. “Don’t play hard, baby. I can bet how wet you are for me.”

With those words, your boyfriend slid his free hand down your side. You cursed wearing only your boyfriend’s shirt and your panties. Hawks’s hand went straight to your crotch. You tried to close your thighs, but this one did not allow it. His hand wandered under your shirt, so he could touch your hot skin more directly. Going up to your chest, taking one and squeezing it a bit. He also pinched your nipple to continue his way south. He reached for your panties, entering slowly. His long fingers trailed over your wet folds, drawing a gasp from you.

Your breathing began to shake at such stimulation. Sometimes Keigo brushed your ignored clit, making you moan. You hated the fact that he had so much power over you and your body. A big part of you wanted to push him and continue the discussion, but your other part wanted to play along. And the way things were going, it would all end with the second option.

“You look so beautiful in my shirt, too bad you won’t last long with it on.” He whispered in your ear, kissing your ear and then biting the lobe. Such action elicited a somewhat high-pitched moan from you, quickly flushing with embarrassment. You practically threw your dignity to the ground, all because you were weak to the blonde’s touch. “Keep making those sounds for me, princess.”

As the minutes passed, everything became too hot, you did not know if it was because of the heat or the situation so compromising. Hawks slid his hand out of your underwear, then down until he could throw it across the room. With care, he began to spread kisses down the back of your thighs, also sliding his tongue and leaving some bites.

“So beautiful… so perfect. I don’t know how you can believe that I have been cheating on you, if all I want is to get home so I can see you and fuck you against the mattress.” He whispered towards your skin, leaving one last bite in your soft skin.

“N-no, s-stop.” You begged still with heavy breathing. You didn’t even know why you kept asking him to stop, when deep inside you wanted him to go on and fulfill his promise to fuck that idea out of your head.

“Come on princess. I know you’re a good girl, don’t be a brat.” Keigo whispered against your ear. You could feel his breath against your neck, making you squirm under his touch. He moved away from your body for a while. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Hawks making his way to the speaker in the corner of the room. He turned it on, quickly connecting his phone and going to Spotify. “I hope you’re ready, baby. Because I won’t stop until you understand that you are mine and I am completely yours.”

With the first few seconds of the melody playing loudly, you could easily recognize the song: Into It by Chase Atlantic. Currently now everything was more in the mood.

You heard soft footsteps behind you until you felt your boyfriend’s hands on your waist. Then he took the shirt you were still wearing, pulling it off easily. You were completely naked in front of his eyes, which were filled with lust. You felt like he was fucking you just by seeing you, which made you a little flustered. Keigo is usually extremely passionate, but when he’s jealous or angry, everything gets wilder. Leaving you without the ability to walk the next day.

With both hands, Hawks spread your butt cheeks, giving himself a good view of your dripping pussy for him. He slowly licked his lips. He desired to devour you as if you were his last meal. There is nothing more Keigo loves, than eating your pussy with devotion. Also adding his fingers, to ride your orgasm, seeing your legs shaking and moaning his name as if it was the only thing you could say.

With the music still going, Hawks decide to continue. With his right hand, he brushed against your womanhood, making you gasp slightly and throwing your head back. His hand felt cold, but it felt good. With two of his fingers, he traced soft, slow circles across your neglected clit. You bit your lower lip, you felt faint with something so simple, causing you to hold the mirror tightly.

Takami scooped up some of your fluids, bringing those same fingers to your mouth. You opened your mouth, taking both digits. You moaned as your fluids made contact with your tongue. You ran your tongue through both thick fingers, until you felt like you were choking because Hawks introduced them to your throat.

“Taste your own juices, darling.” He murmured, his voice huskier and deeper than normal. “Your lewd expressions… so sexy.” You let out a surprised gasp at a new sensation until you lowered yourself to your breasts, seeing Hawks’s other hand with one of his feathers circling your nipples. If before with only his fingers you were already twisting, now it was more. Keigo pulled his fingers out of your mouth, spreading some of the saliva on your cheeks and going down to stroking your clit again.

“K-Keigo-” You stifled a groan when your boyfriend pinched your clit, sending you waves of pleasure mixed with pain. You arched your back a little, moving towards him a little, looking for more contact and only received a spank from him.

“Use your big girl words.” He groaned, spanking you again, leaving his five fingers etched into your smooth skin. You tried to speak, but now Keigo began to stimulate your clitoris more, probing those same fingers through your wet entrance; but without penetrating you. “I told you something.”

“I need your fingers, please. Fuck me.” You begged, letting out a sigh. You lowered your gaze to the mirror in front of you, seeing your own face. Totally flushed, strands of saliva running down the corner of your lips and onto your cheeks. Also some tears running down your cheeks, because of the pleasure that was beginning to invade your body. “Please.”

“Your wishes are orders, princess.”

By the reflection of the mirror you saw the malicious smile on his lips. He circled your entrance, then inserted his index finger. He slowly thrusted that finger in and out, enjoying your tightness and wetness. You were so wet, even your own fluids were sliding down your thighs. After minutes, he added a second finger, to make his thrusts harder and deeper. His fingers touched places you thought were impossible. You tried to suppress your moans and gasps, but it was impossible.

“You’re taking my fingers so well.” I have let out a deep growl, without stopping the thrusts. With his thumb, he made circular motions on your clit; giving you an immense surge of pleasure. You lifted your pelvis, riding his fingers, seeking more pleasure. “My dirty little slut so desperate.” He continued with his work inside you, while with the feather he had in his other hand, sliding it down your stomach.

Little by little you began to feel the familiar knot in your abdomen, you arched your back. Your moans were more constant. Every second your orgasm was getting closer and closer, and you were hoping that the fact that you were clenching around your boyfriend’s fingers would notice and make you cum. However, when you were about to, Keigo pulled his fingers out of nowhere, leaving you feeling empty inside and clenching around nothing.

A whimper escaped your lips, giving the blonde a pleading look, but he only gave you a mocking smile.

“Were you going to cum? Oh, I didn’t realize, do you want me to continue?” His tone of voice was sarcastic, totally making fun of your state as he admired you in the mirror. He slapped your sloppy cunt a couple of times, eliciting a high-pitched moan from you.

However, Hawks didn’t even give you time to respond when he already had you lying on your back in the center of the bed. Fully open legs. Your boyfriend looked at you just like a hunter to his prey. He was still wearing his hero clothes, pulling a pout out of you. You wanted to see his bare naked body.

Keigo stood in front of the bed, his eyes glued to your body. He loved to admire every inch of your body before devouring you. He slowly began to remove his clothes, tossing them to the sofa that was on the corner of the room. Once naked, with a smirk on his lips, he climbed onto the bed. He leaned between your legs, taking your thighs in his hands. He deposited a bunch of kisses and bites on them, before coming face to face with your throbbing cunt. With two of his fingers, he parted your folds, revealing your entire core. You heard how Hawks spat on your clit and with those fingers he scrubbed everything.

You arched your back when you felt the blonde’s tongue pacing from your entrance to your nervous little friend. Then the same two fingers enter your interior again. The movements were slow, while he kept playing and stimulating your clit with his mouth and tongue. You tried to hold back the moans, not even biting your lip could do it. Hawks was like this for a couple of minutes, constantly driving you to orgasm, but stopping just in time. Which made you whimper as you squirmed under his hands.

“So fucking good.” He moaned against your clit, his voice rough with lust.

A high whine left your lips as your back arched. Your hands reach down and dig into the messy blonde hair you loved so much. Dragging his fat wet tongue up and down your slit.

After hanging around you for a while, he removed his fingers from inside you and brought those same fingers to his mouth, letting out a growl.

He settled between your legs, lifting them until the back of your knees were in his arms. You were totally open to him, which made you blush.

“I’m gonna fuck you dumb. So dumb that all you’re to do is moan nothing more than my name.” Hawks growled. Hi slips found yours once again in the night.

The pair of you moaned as his tip slid along your entrance, but once you felt him bottom out inside, you couldn’t hold back your loud moan. The pressure of his cock against your cervix was all encompassing.

“God dammit…” Hawks moaned, teeth sinking into your neck as he rocked his hips into you. His eyes were glowing with determination and awe.

Hawks’s soft groans filled your ears as his thrusts grew in strength and pace, his cock pistoning into you with enough force to shove your back onto the bed.

“Oh god.” You cry out, trying to catch your breath as the brutal warmth from before returns. Your entire body was trembling with need of reaching your precious orgasm.

Hawks snapped his lips onto yours. His mouth moved in sync with yours, making it hard to breathe but you could care less as his sweet taste coated your tongue. You let yourself become lost in his touch.

He continued to whisper naughty things into your ear, his hand eventually wrapping around your throat as he makes sure you look into his eyes when you stumble over the edge.

“Such a cockhungry slut.” He hisses under his breath.

You feel the pulsation of his cock against your spongy walls, his hands nervously roaming your body and groping one of your tits, as he continues to abuse your throbbing cunt.

“S-So good…so fucking good, nngh-” Your little whimpers and whines are slurred, barely coherent as the feeling of being filled to the brim pushes you into a haze of pleasure.

A deep, guttural moans leaves the both of you when he pulls himself out of your tight hole, dragging his huge cock along the walls of your little cunt in the most deliclous way possible before he almost brutally shoves himself back in again.

“Just like that, you little slut.” He grunts, sitting up on hus knees, his eyes focusing the way his fat cock stretches your hole just how you loved.

As time went by, you wanted to try to drive him crazy. And the only thing you thought was to slowly caress your boyfriend’s feathers, eliciting a high-pitched moan from him and making him look at you badly. Just when you wanted to continue, he took both of your wrists and with his quirk, he held your wrists over your head. Keeping you still onto the bed.

“Let’s see if this would keep you still and without touching my wings.” He grunted low.

His thrust went back to a steady rhythm, hard and so, so deep.

“Open your mouth.” Hawks grunts. He see how you obey him and later a single drop of spit get in your tongue. “Swallow my spit, whore.” And so you did. The loud, lewd sound of it rings in your ears in the best way possible and acting like a literal aphrodisiac in combination with the delicious taste of his saliva coating the hot musle of your tongue.

A row of loud, high pitched whines and a combination of sobs and moans are the only thing you manage to respond with, your brain clouded with the feeling of his thick cock dragging along the spongy walls of your cunt.

“Now go on, angel.” He growls, pushing his hand in between your legs to rub circles into your hardened clit. “I want you to cum for me. Be a good little dumpster for Daddy and show me what only I can do.”

You can barely process his words, the lewdness just fueling the fire in the pit of your stomach as you lose yourself in the feeling on your upcoming high. But you still start nodding, cringing at the feeling of your saliva dripping down your jawline.

And with one last thrust, you feel your high crashing down onto you with such a heaviness, you’re left absolutely breathless while your cunt keeps gushing your luquids onto the bed and Keigo’s abdomen.

Your whole body is trembling as the waves of your orgasm hit you, a row of incoherents words leaving your lips.

“That’s my baby.” Is the first thing your brain manages to process again, everything still a blurry mess and when you look at Keigo, you realize you’re still cumming.

Your cunt is almost painfully spasming around his big cock, your juices dripping down the sides of his length as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

“You’re such a good, good slut for Daddy, aren’t you?” His thrust a little sloppier than before and from the way he’s digging his fingers into the skin of your waist, you know that he’s also quite close.

“You’re also going to take all of Daddy’s cum, right, baby? We gotta make sure I fill you up nicely.”

You take a deep breath, your slightly overstimulated cunt sending shivers down your spine as your eyes focus on Keigo’s parted lips.

“Please, Daddy…need you to fill me up with your cum.” You encourage him and his body tenses up as his grip on your waist becomes firmer before he starts cumming inside of you with a deep, raspy moan; coating the walls in several shades of white with three thick spurts of his cum.

Hawks buries his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly calms down, loud breathing and rushed gasps for air the only thing to fill the insides of the empty room.

“I love you so much.” He whispers and gives you a soft kiss, his cock still firmly buried inside of your sensitive cunt before he shoots you a soft smile; looking almost boyish with his glossy eyes and flushed cheeks. “Promise me that you will not mistrust me again, baby.”

“I love you, too, D-Daddy.” you whisper, gulping harshly as the words leave your lips, feeling his strong yet comforting gaze. “And I promise you that I will trust you.”