#Author Anon

[sallythefish3r]

WHAT THE FUCK.

--tar anon

....You look weird, what the hell-

[my-castles-crumbling]

TW mentions of suicide

Hey Cas! I was wondering if I could have your opinion on something (and potentially anyone else's that sees this), if you're willing to give it!

So I really enjoy writing and want to write a book. However, part of the aim of the book is to make a social comment and reflect the horrifying statistic that transgender people in situations where they have no support (especially from their families) have a much, much higher suicide rate than those who are supported (can't remember the exact statistic off the top of my head, but it was like 40%). In short, the book is aiming to be about a transgender boy who is completely unsupported by his family and is suicidal, runs away etc. etc.

However, the issue I might have is that I am not trans (or at least, I'm not out - I'm questioning heavily, and the book is going to include a lot of my experiences with gender dysphoria as well as suicidal thoughts etc. Im also afab so i dont really want people to assume this is me saying im trans). So my question is - would it be considered disrespectful or appropriation for a non-trans person to write a story centred around trans issues/a trans character?

Hope you have a fantastic day :)

I’m gonna leave this without a copy/paste since you’re asking for opinions, but I’m hoping everyone will read the TWs!

So I feel like “appropriation” only applies to like…culture? So I think you’re fine there.

Disrespectful? I don’t think so. If we’re operating under the idea you’re cis- I mean I’m only one person but I think if you do your research and maybe interview a few trans people (who are willing) to make sure you’re conveying an authentic experience I don’t see anything wrong with it. But you’re not even sure you’re cis so like…I think it’s fine. I mean I wasn’t sure I was trans before starting Clandestine which features a trans character lol.

Usually the issue with putting any minority group in a book when you’re not part of that minority is either that you’re doing it as a checkbox to show you have diversity (think, an author making it abundantly clear they have a gay character just so they can say they do. you’re not doing that), you’re using their existence as a minority as some sort of negative trait to make them the villain (think, an author writing about a trans character using their transness to sneak into bathrooms or something- you’re not doing that either) or you’re using their existence as a minority as the central plot of the story. You are doing that, but in this case, the point you’re trying to make is important and not overly cliche. So imo I think it’s okay.

But what do you guys think?

Naming you author anon!

[bloomingbutterflies]

Ooh~

*he chuckles*

So feisty~

I like that~

...

[cloud-recesses-updates]

I stand from my seat, "I gonna say it."

Eveyone focuses their attention on me. Their gaze locking me in place.

I sigh, "All the lans are bitches. Not even bad bitches..... just straight up bitches."

Then *poof* I trun into a frog. Everyone is silent. Lan Xichen, as the sect leader, feels a responsibility to inspect the frog. He steps closer and then.....

The frog jumps and bites his ear off and swallows it. Then he tears off Xichen's legs and tossess them towards Lan Qiren. Everyone is mortified but noone dares to step forward, too afraid of the might of the frog. All they can do is hang their heads low as they their leader's screams fill the gathering hall.

When the might frog is done Xichen is barely recognizable. Their leader now exists only as a mutilated lump of flesh and pieces of bones.

-wanna be author anon <3

Lan Qiren just added like 20 rules

[i-heart-soil]

Helllllloooooooo Annoying pain in the ass

Why do you have to be in my way of flower? It's not like your married or something right?

RIGHT!?

[Soil Anon pulls out a sheet of paper, glaring at Author as they scribble on it. ' We got married a long time ago, ' it reads in sloppy handwriting, ' We were married long before you showed up. ']

[Soil Anon shows them the paper, before bringing it back and writing something else on it. ' Leave me and my husband alone you horny nuisance. ' Soil hands them the paper, walking away. The paper is visibly smudged with dirt from their fingers.]

[flower-anon-blog]

That makes sense...And Enemies? Any anons that you specifically despise?

Only. One. Enemy. And. I. Despise. Him.

Author. Anon. Because. He. Continually. Sexually. Harasses. Me. Even. Though. I'm. Married.

Two. Others. Who. I. Only. Hate.

Smoke. Anon. Because. He. Insulted. Me. Profusely. Until. He. Left.

And. Angel. Anon. Because. They. Killed. Me.

[authorscurse]

No one understood why you chose Ryomen Sukuna as your boyfriend out of everyone you could have chosen instead. Not even your family, friends, or coworkers knew why.

You are the kind of girl who loved having ribbons in her hair and made sure it matched with the color of your outfit. The kind of girl who watched and read about soft and romantic lovestories that could only exist in books and movies. The kind of girl who wouldn't have fallen for the notorious Ryomen Sukuna!

"Do you think he blackmailed her to be his girlfriend?"

"Do you think he paid her?"

"He probably threatened her,"

No, no, and no! Sukuna never did any of that!

"I just fell for him, that's it," you always answered whenever someone asked. And still, no one understood it. Not until they saw the way Sukuna treated you.

You had a bad habit of biting your nails, sometimes you never knew you were actually biting your nails until someone pointed it out.

One time you decided to visit your parents with Sukuna just because they were staying at your grandparents house while they were in the city.

You sat with your parents in the living room watching whatever was on the TV and that's when Sukuna noticed something from the corner of his eye. You were slowly bringing up your fingers to your mouth, ready to bite.

Instead of loudly pointing it out and embarrass you, he immediately took your hand in his to prevent you from biting them. The action was small and barely noticeable but your parents noticed.

You were known to always ribbons in your hair no matter the occasion and you made sure the color and theme of your bow matched your outfit.

While out with your friends, your boyfriend and theirs followed closely behind while you girls roamed around the mall choosing what to buy.

"Kuna, look!" You showed Sukuna a beautiful red silk dress that had a slit that would sit at your right thigh. Your friends watched as Sukuna nodded and grabbed the dress from your hand and placed it inside your basket without any comment.

When it was time to check out, a matching red ribbon was inside your basket that you never picked up or placed inside it. Your eyes widen and showed Sukuna, "did you get that?" You asked even if you already knew the answer. Sukuna clicked his tongue while giving the cashier his credit card. "'Course I did, who else would've put it there if you didn't?" He responded.

You only smiled sweetly before placing a kiss in his cheek. Of course you both had eyes watching you closely, despite the Sukuna's sassy reply his actions was sweet and small, but your friends noticed.

You loved the raining, but you get sick so easily so Sukuna hated (not really) having to take care of you while you were sick after you disobeyed his orders of not playing in the rain. It was raining when Sukuna picked you up at your office's exit.

He had you raincoat under his arm and he helped you get it on you. "Kuna," you started but before you can utter the words Sukuna already knew what you'll be asking.

"No," he cut you off, pulling the strings of your raincoat to fully cover you. "But Kuna—" you reasoned but Sukuna was not having it. "You'll get whiny and teary eyed when you get sick and I'll have to deal with all of it," Sukuna says buttoning up the last button on your raincoat. "Please," you begged, you pulled off your best puppy eyes and Sukuna tried to resist but the longer you stared at him the shorter his resistance held on.

Sukuna could only sigh and watch you smile widely while taking the hood of your raincoat and ran. Sukuna sighs loudly and trailed behind you. The next day, Sukuna called your office to tell them you were sick from what? Playing in the rain.

The whole day Sukuna took care of you, clearly the opposite of what he said to you a day prior. After getting better, you walked back to work all well and energised.

"I'm okay now. My boyfriend took great care of me," you told everyone who asked how you were doing. Your coworkers noticed that you were much more cheerful than before. You think your coworkers wouldn't notice, but they did.

Again, no one really understood why you love Ryomen Sukuna so much. But you did. The subtly actions, the concern and care under the sassy tone, and of course the actions hidden behind closed doors.

Others just really need to look closely to see why you love Ryomen Sukuna so much.

[ozzgin]

Monster!author finding streamer!reader's live while looking for writing inspiration (or a friend told him to check this streamer's live or smthg) and who may or may not end up writing a human character very similar to reader...

Just a little idea that's been chilling in my fever-warmed brain 😌

With love,🧍🏻‍♀️anon ❤

Additional plot twist: Monster!Author is Streamer!Reader's favorite monster smut writer.

After your latest livestream, you lean back in your chair and search for the latest work with a grin. You scroll through the paragraphs, taking in the shameless debauchery, when you begin to notice that a lot of the human descriptions are eerily similar to you.

"Wait...Isn't this what I wore yesterday?"

You stare silently at the text. How would...how would they know? On the other hand...it's just getting interesting, so you briefly put your worries aside and continue with the story.

[sallythefish3r]

You said they all have odd little problems

And I'm a curious duffer so tell me those problems

-a regular anon (shocking I know)

Holy shit a normal one!!!

But uh, the sick one is just....Odd.

The zombie is either hiding some severe trauma, or just really weird.

The ghost I have yet to meet, but I bet it has something wrong with it

The flower seems to have issues with their father

The dirt one...doesn't need an explanation, neither does the sand one.

And uh, I don't really remember the others TvT

[rs-hawk]

do you have any tentacle stuff? im thinking maybe an ursula-style octopus merman bf

I don’t have anything tentacle like that but it does sound interesting so-

You always loved the beach so when you were able to book an Air BNB with a private beach, you were ecstatic. Finally you could relax on the sandy ground without anyone bothering you or worrying about having to move.

As you settled onto your towel with nothing on (because everyone hates tan lines, right?), you didn’t notice the curious eyes watching you from the deep waters. When you slipped a swimsuit on, just in case, and plunged into the cool waves, you didn’t realize that there was something just out of sight with his hungry gaze fixed on you. That would change the next day, however.

The next morning, you took off at dawn to the beach. You set everything up, eagerly waiting for the sun to finish rising. In awe, you watched the sunrise the same way that the creature that was creeping up from the depths was watching you. As soon as you’re in the water, tentacles were wrapping around your ankles, your waist. Puckers leaving soft pink marks all over your skin.

“Oh!” you squeak, lifting your legs to look what’s all over you. You gently touch the tentacle around your waist, confused but curious. “What’s this then?”

“Hello,” the octo-man said as he slowly broke the water’s surface. It seemed like he was nervous.

“Hello,” you echoed, looking at him with a tilted head.

He reached out to touch you, and a chill snaked down your back. His hand felt so squishy but also velvety. Kind of like the tentacles. In seconds, his lips were on yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth as if staking a claim.

Your body reacted on its own, curling into his, wrapping your arms around him. In seconds, he dragged you to a small partially underwater cave just a little ways off the shore. The merman set you on a shelf of the cave, leaving you only up to your knees in the water.

“My little trinket,” he muttered as he began to tease your cunt over your swimsuit bottom.

You whimpered softly, bucking your hips slightly against the sucker that was now attached to your clit with only the thin fabric between. He smirked at your obvious need. The tentacle itches away from you before another joined it to strip your bottoms. Your cunt was already getting slick, much to his excitement. His tentacles wrapped around your body, teasing you, prodding you.

Suckers found your sensitive nipples, and another found it’s way back to your clit, making you cry out in pleasure. Your cunt was throbbing, nearly dripping. “Fuck,” you moaned, arching more against his tentacles.

That was all it took for him. His largest tentacle began to push into your cunt, stretching you wide. You whimpered and moaned as he slowly stretched you out, your cunt gripping it as each inch pushed deeper and deeper into you. Another pushed into your mouth, down your throat. You gagged as you were stretched to what you thought was your limit. Then, your lover, his eyes half lidded as he groped and touched your soft human body, began to lift you slightly. His six other tentacles wrapped around you, helping lift you off the shelf. You didn’t think much of it, blissed out and on the edge of orgasm.

Just as suddenly as he lifted you, he unwound one of his tentacles from your waist, pushing it inside of your ass. You cried out against the tentacle in your mouth, but barely anything came out. He laid you down, unwinding another tentacle and shoving it into your already stretched cunt. Soon enough none where holding you as you were laid out on the shelf, your feet only in the water. A sucker was back on your clit, teasing you until you finally pulsed around the tentacles inside of you, drawing them in closer.

“There we go. That’s a good trinket,” he huffed, his sloppy kisses lining your neck.

He pushed his largest tentacle so deeply inside of you that you were certain it was in your womb. A bulge in your stomach seemed to confirm it. He panted as he came, the hot liquid a stark contrast to how cool he felt. Your eyes rolled back in your head, pathetic little whines pushing against the tentacle in your mouth.

The largest tentacle withdrew, dribbling a white liquid. However, the smaller one stayed inside, as if keeping you plugged. The tentacle in your mouth finally let you breath, withdrawing to lazily wrap around your chest. The only one actively thrusting into you now was the one in your ass, slowly and deliberately timing the thrusts to the sucking of the sucker still on your clit.

You don’t know how long you lay there, moaning and begging the merman to keep going, but by the time his cum is leaking out of you and multiple loads have been dumped into your little human womb, it’s sunrise again.

[bloomingbutterflies]

I thought you LAVAD them

Your not a real fan but zombie anon always ERUPTS with laughter

Right zombie anon?

GET OUT

[daydreamerwonderkid]

"Another AO3 author with too much time on his hands"

Where the fics at?

[authorscurse]

"Mama, pigtails, please,"

"Papa, can I have bows like sissy?"

"Mama"

"Papa"

"Mamaaaaaaa"

A complete utter mess the Sukuna household has become this morning. You and Sukuna were running around the whole house trying to get your kids ready for school.

"Papa! It's uneven!" Your daughter said, frustrated at the unevenness of her hair. "It's not!" Sukuna tries to counter. "Mamaaaa" your daughter jumps off of Sukuna's lap and runs directly to you, who was fixing your son's hair.

"Mama, papa ruined my hair!" Your daughter cried out. "I did not!" Sukuna said, rushing into the bathroom. "It's uneven, Mama!" The pink haired toddler siad bowing her head to show you the uneven ties.

"It's perfectly fine!" Sukuna grumbles, crossing her eyes. "It's uneven, Kuna," you said, giving your daughters head a quick glance before going back to fixing your son's hair.

"See, Papa! Mama, make my hair next, please!" Your daughter says to which you nod. "Baby, you need to get up. You're done now," you say, caressing your son's check to wake him up. "Mama..." Your son responds sleepily before placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

You pass your son to your husband to get him to wear his uniform and carry your daughter onto the sink to do her hair.

"It's not uneven," Sukuna whispers to himself as he walks towards the bed. "It is, though, papa," your son replies.

Surprisingly, you all got yourselves to the car and to the school just in time. Students the same age as your children were seen running towards the school, their parents waving by the gate.

"Make sure to behave, hmm?" You said kissing both your children's cheek. The two nodded obediently at you. "Don't allow anyone belittle you, alright? But never throw the first punch!" Sukuna said to your daughter.

"Don't let anyone hurt your sister and make sure to be respectful to everyone, especially to girls, alright baby?" Your son nods and gives you a salute.

"Call us when you need anything, okay?"

"Yes, mama, papa," the two answer.

"Papa, why are you crying?" Your son asks as he looks up his father. "I'm not crying!" Your husband sniffles.

"You look ugly when you cry, Papa," your daughter judges.

"Hey!"

You could only laugh at the three of them. "Bye-bye, mama, papa," the two of them wave, and then your son takes his sister's hand as they both walk with each other.

You stand up and glance down at Sukuna. "Stop crying, Ryo," you say to your husband. He only cries harder.

[shanastoryteller]

hey so, I tend to leave a short comment just saying I reread a fic when I do... and I was wondering about your personal opinion for those with multiple rereads.

because like, if I reread a fic and tell you about that, that (probably) feels nice, but if I end up rereading something 5 times (sometime in the future) those short comments might start to feel annoying?

I'm not very good at commenting, so it would be the same (or very similar) very short comment just mentioning the reread...

I'm possibly overthinking this, but I'd like to know if in the case of me rereading something multiple times like that you'd prefer to get those comments or if I should keep that to myself after the first/second reread 😅

there's no non-rude comment that I ever find annoying

I'm so pleased you like my writing! I am giggling and kicking my feet when I get comments! One of the first things I do in the morning is open my inbox and read whatever new comments I've gotten. A few times people have been like "this fic is old idk if you're still reading comments for it" and I absolutely am. I read every single AO3 comment I get

Sometimes people leave hearts at the end of each chapter and I think it's so cute and fun to track their progress. People leave "reread kudos!" and smiley faces and key smashes

I am a greedy greedy author. Obviously I love love big long in depth comments - I have a lot of them saved to reread later because they spark so much joy - but every comment is someone liking my fic enough to tell me about it and I love that

I don't want people to ever feel pressured to leave comments. I love them. I am gobbling them up. But if you read my story and it sparked joy within you then the end, that's why I posted it and I'm so happy about it regardless if you tell me or not

But if I get a "fifth reread. shit still hits" all I'm doing is going 🥰🥰 FIFTH reread!! ❤️ Shit still hits!! 💃😘

[adyophene]

Huskie is part birdie, so maybe the 'no balls' thing means he got a cloaca like stolas from helluvaboss??

I got quite a few asks while I was on my little burnout hiatus but this one definitely takes the cake. I know that's you, Angeldust.

[sallythefish3r]

Stoned anon doesn't seem to care about sickly but when sickly is arm's length away stoned puts a blunt in sicklys mouth

Feel better now?

I am not interfering, these are not my anons