#I guess the real con here is if I don’t post it then I can’t post/finish the PMV either

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Wanting more Priyaxel content but also knowing if I want it that badly I will have to make it myself bc it feels like no one actively ships it/makes content for it anymore 😭

I feel like a loser here in my corner hyped up over something no one else cares about and I’m kinda embarrassed about it 😩 like I have thoroughly convinced myself now that I am dumb for shipping it bc no one sees it like I do and people are perceiving me as weird and overdramatic about it 😔

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‘i feel like ruining things because i like you too much’ is such a normal thing to think lol

[alluringlight]

Sparkle x (Gender Neutral) Reader

NSFW, 18+ only

Warnings: overstimulation, dub-con, Sparkle being Sparkle (crazy but she loves you), use of her Mask/powers

I actually posted this yesterday before the Sunday one-shot but for some reason it wasn't showing in tags?? So trying this again rip

Your vision went dark, and you yelped at the sudden intrusion; a pair of hands cupping over your eyes as you could feel someone pressing into your back. “Guess who?” There was only one person who could get into your house and sneak up on you without making a sound. It startled you every time she did it, but you were more than half certain that your reactions were the reason she did it in the first place.

You breathed a sigh of relief, “Sparkle,” You twisted in her grip, smiling at her. “You’re home.” You pulled her into a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Blegh, c’mon cut it out.” She squirmed in your grip, breaking away to look at what you had cooking on the stove instead. The weather was getting colder so you were craving soup, and luckily it was just about finished. She peered into the pot, sticking a finger in to taste it. “It needs more salt.”

“Babe, you’re gonna burn yourself doing that,” you chastised.

She sighed, shrugging as she spoke, “I come home after a long work trip and you’re already nagging me. Lighten up.” You’d feel bad if there was any modicum of sincerity in the statement, but she was a Fool afterall, and she loved to grace you with any number of masks, always making you guess which was the real face beneath.

Sparkle started dishing up the soup, and the two of you sat at the dinner table to eat together. It was a rare occurrence to be able to have these quieter, domestic moments with her, as she was always flitting about traveling everywhere and you didn’t want to tie her down. Not that she ever could be. But it was becoming increasingly obvious she wanted you to join her on her excursions, even if she’d never directly ask.

“How was your job?” You asked. She hadn’t disclosed many details, but you knew it involved the Stellaron Hunters, so it couldn’t have been a particularly easy time.

She smiled at you, her eyes playful even though her smile was sharp. “Everything went off without a hitch. I’m taking you to Penacony soon. The Planet of Festivities is quite a sight.”

“I’ll have to take time off work,” you replied.

Sparkle’s smile widened, an obviously fake cheer added to her voice as she spoke, “Work this, work that, can’t we talk about something else? I can always kill your boss to get you time off.”

You tried to stifle a giggle, knowing if she thought it’d make you laugh she’d actually do it. “C’mon it’s not worth all that.”

She propped her head on one of her hands. “You don’t even need a job.” This is about as direct as she’d ever be. She was always peculiar about expressing her desires to you, either telling you nothing or telling you a million and one things, making it impossible to guess which were true and which were not. She was like this in most things, intimacy included. Sometimes, she’d insist on being so close to you it was suffocating, like you were trapped in a spider’s web, and sometimes she refused to touch you. Everything was always a part of the game, the play, a Masked Fool to the end.

As always, she was right though. She always deposited money into your account regardless of whether you wanted her to or not. So you didn’t really need a job, though it was one of the only threads to the past you still had from before you met her. Sometimes you thought it made her nervous, other times angry, others still, sad. You weren’t sure which was correct, though at the end of the day it didn’t matter, since it seemed to make her feel some way.

“I was actually thinking of quitting soon,” you admitted. You’d been thinking about it for a while, since Sparkle had first insinuated she wanted you to, and you couldn’t think of a good reason to stay. You’d rather explore the stars with her.

“Oho, and here I thought I was destined to walk about the universe by myself.” She clutched a hand to her chest dramatically, tilting her head down and closing her eyes. “I’d resigned myself to kidnapping you away with me, but I see my plans were futile. You’d instead join me of your own volition, how wonderful!”

You laughed at her overdramatics, before pausing, her words sinking in. “Wait, were you really planning on kidnapping me?”

Sparkle giggled. “What do you think?”

Honestly, you wouldn’t put it past her. She’d stolen you away on surprise trips before, pushing you to go with her and abandon your life for a handful of days to instead spend time with her. “Well, no need for all that,” you said, your voice fond despite the subject.

It seemed she was getting bored of the conversation as she pushed away from the table, coming to stand in front of you, bowing low with a hand held out. “My love, may I have this dance?”

You grasped her hand, and she pulled you out of the chair. Despite there not being any music playing, you two danced in rhythm. You followed her lead, and the two of you waltzed across the room, she spun you around, dipping you low to the ground, pressing you close and spinning you out.

Eventually, she seemed to tire of the dancing, instead tugging you towards the stairs, up and towards your bedroom. Being with her was always a guessing game and sex was no different. Her first night home in particular was a whirlwind. She rarely felt like being gentle, instead she would take you hard, fast, rough, all manner of toys or roleplay on the table, always, always down to try something new. Sometimes you’d fuck her and sometimes she’d fuck you. But other times she wasn’t even interested in sex when she came home, going straight to sleep. Though, she didn’t sleep regularly, so instead she’d just watch you sleep. You’d made the mistake of mentioning that to someone before, forgetting that most people would find that sort of behavior creepy, not romantic.

With the fervor in which she started pulling off your clothes, you knew she was definitely interested in something tonight, the gleam in her eyes alerting you that she had some sort of scheme.

“Something you’re wanting to try?” You asked.

She hummed, her smile unwavering as she started shucking her own clothes off. “Don’t know what you mean.” She pushed you down on the bed. “Face down,” she said as she fished around in the bedside table.

You turned over without resistance. It was apparent something new was on her mind and she didn’t feel like sharing what it was. Although it made anxiety swell in your gut, it also sent a bolt of arousal through you. If you wanted some sort of stability, you wouldn’t be with her. Instead, you loved the impulsivity she bore. You trusted her implicitly, probably more than you should if you were honest.

She settled behind you, shoving your legs apart with no care to be gentle. She poured a generous amount of lube directly onto your hole, causing you to shudder. She pressed a finger into you, humming in appreciation as she added a second finger in. “You feel so tight. Neglected yourself while I was away, huh? Or are you just nervous?”

“B-both,” you stuttered, hips rocking back as a moan left you as she hit a sensitive spot in you.

She chuckled. “Don’t be nervous baby.” Sparkle moved herself up a little, straddling your thigh as she rocked down, teasing herself while she prepared you. It felt like she was everywhere. Her presence was all encompassing, she always seemed to overwhelm your senses.

She pressed another finger into you, scissoring her fingers to open you up. Her other hand trailed your spine, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. Gently, she traced your skin.

You yelped in pain as her nails suddenly dug into your back, raking down, leaving red lines in their wake. The pain melded with your pleasure as she abused your insides, her fingers pressing in and out of you faster and faster. Her other hand trailed back up your skin, before she tapped at your mouth. She smiled as you opened up, and she gently pressed them into your mouth, roving inside, petting your tongue and the inside of your cheek. So gentle, even as her other fingers drilled into your hole, bullying every spot within you.

You could feel heat build within you, the contrast between her ministrations turning you on further. She forced you to orgasm, not stopping even as you whined in overstimulation, spit spilling out from around her fingers in your mouth.

She didn’t stop until tears clouded your vision, and then she pulled away so suddenly it made your head spin. You gasped for air, unable to form a sentence as your ragged breathing filled the room. You could still feel her grinding into your thigh, her sticky wetness coating your flesh. She leaned forward, licking at the tear tracks on your face as she finally pulled away from your thigh, instead settling herself between you again.

“You look so cute with tears in your eyes,” Sparkle cooed. She moved, caging you in with her arms, her hands settled by your shoulders as her knees kept your legs spread. She kissed at the back of your neck, nipping at the skin here and there, and sucking bruises into your flesh as she fostered the flame of your desire. She pulled one of your hands up, lacing your fingers together.

Suddenly, you could feel something shift. She seemed to take up more space, her hand heavier where it sat atop yours. Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you felt the body of a man drape over you, the hard line of a cock digging into your back.

Your brows furrowed, your head turning enough to see what she’d done. Instead of Sparkle, the visage of one of her friends, (coworkers?), Sampo, greeted you instead. It was disconcerting hearing her ragged breathing in your ear, her normal voice replaced by one several octaves deeper. “Sparkle, what are you doing?” you asked, your previous anxiety knotting up your stomach.

Instead of answering you, she simply chuckled, the noise grating your nerves. You wiggled beneath her, trying to dislodge and get out from under her, but she simply pressed further into you, laying all of her weight on you as she pressed you into the bed. You kicked at her legs. “C’mon cut it out,” you said. Despite your protesting, you could feel your arousal spike, warmth building beneath your skin at the situation.

She kissed your ear, her lips rougher than you were used to. “Shh, it’s okay,” she said.

You could feel your heart jump to your throat as she pressed her cock to your hole, teasing for now. “Sparkle stop, let’s talk fir- Ah!” She cut you off with a rough thrust in, sheathing herself in your heat in one thrust. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, the rough stretch burning into you. It was a lot to take at once. You had no idea if her copy was, uh, exact to Sampo’s real size, or if she’d made it the size she wanted, but if it was an exact copy then you had to admit the guy had a huge dick. You felt like you could feel it in your throat, as she roughly pulled out before slamming back into you, punching a moan out of you at the harsh treatment.

She grinded into you, pulling whimpers out of you at the insistent movement. Hearing her moan caused guilt to spike in you, hearing her voice - Sampo’s voice - like this felt like you were intruding on him in so many ways. Guilt settled heavy in your gut, you felt guilty getting off to this, to someone who wasn’t Sparkle, even if it was actually her doing this to you, pulling your head apart in such a way. Your tears finally spilled down your cheeks, the guilt of the situation causing them to fall one after another.

Despite everything, though, arousal still burned in your veins. Which became all the more apparent as she began to fuck you at a steady pace. You felt trapped beneath her, where normally there were soft lines and curves, you had dense, hard and heavy muscle caging you in, pressed against you as she practically smothered you beneath her, forcing you to just take what she was giving you, nowhere to run.

Her cock scraped you raw, physically and emotionally draining as she pistoned into you, directly targeting your sweet spots. It didn’t take long to bring you close to cumming, but you tried to hold yourself back, not wanting to cum, not like this, not when she wasn’t herself.

The hand that held yours pinned to the bed squeezed your fingers, and her other hand trailed to your neck, pinning your head to the bed as you felt her breath caress your ear as she spoke, “I can feel you clenching on my cock,” she purred, punctuating the statement with a particularly hard thrust, forcing a whine from your throat. “Go on, cum. Cum to someone who isn’t me.”

You choked on a moan, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks as you snapped, cumming and clenching down onto her cock. You felt gross afterwards, and you knew your face was a mess from the crying.

Sparkle didn’t stop though, continuing to fuck you through your high and through your regret and through your guilt and shameful arousal. She chuckled, the sound deep, the vibration rocking your chest. “So cute,” she said, staring at your fucked out face and tear tracks. “Gonna make me cum at this rate.” Her pace picked up as she fucked you into the bed, not letting you move even as you shuddered through overstimulation.

She moaned into your ear, the sound going straight to your core. You could feel her cock twitch within you, and as she finally came, her cum spilling deep into you, she bit down on your shoulder, teeth sunk deep into your flesh. You whined as she pulled her teeth out, instead licking at the wound before biting into another spot.

You thought after she came she’d stop fucking into you, but as she fucked her cum deeper into you, her cock still rock hard, you could tell she had no intentions of stopping yet. Your hand grasped at the sheets, trying to ground yourself as she bullied your insides until you saw stars.

“You like getting fucked like this?” Sparkle asked. “Like you’re just a stupid toy for me?” You whimpered, your cheeks heating up at her words.

The pleasure seemed to be never-ending, until she completely withdrew from you. For a second you thought maybe she’d grown tired of this, that she'd given you mercy, but then she half forced you into flipping over onto your back.

It was so much worse being able to see her like this, Sampo’s sleazy smile taunting you as she watched you like a hawk. Being able to see the flush on his cheeks, his disheveled hair, finally seeing the flushed cock between his legs. “It’s rude to stare.” Sparkle said, nudging herself between your legs, grasping her cock and guiding it to your hole again, slowly pressing into you as you hissed in pain from overstimulation.

Strong hands grasped beneath your knees, pushing your thighs up, up, up, until your muscles screamed at the strain and they laid flat to your chest. Your face contorted in pain, the position tweaking your muscles, but that only caused Sparkle to let out a throaty laugh.

“I just want to eat you alive,” she said. She pressed further into you and your breath left you all at once as her cock forced itself further into you, the new position allowing her to hit deeper into you, causing your hands to fly to her back to hold onto something. Sampo was way broader than Sparkle, bulky in a way your girlfriend definitely wasn’t. Hard back muscles flexed beneath your fingertips as you dug your nails into her back.

She leaned forward, trying to kiss you, but you tilted away, not wanting to kiss her like this. Her smile slid away, a frown tugging at her mouth. “Don’t be a brat,” she said, tugging your chin until you faced her again and she could press your lips to hers.

It felt rougher than usual, her lips slightly chapped. She snapped her hips, the sudden movement causing you to moan in surprise and she took the opportunity to shove her tongue into your mouth.

She fucked into you once more, her cock bullying you open hard and fast as she pressed into you. The kiss wasn’t any gentler. It was barely kissing at this point, instead she was practically tongue fucking your mouth. She was overwhelming you, wholly and utterly. Normally, you loved being overwhelmed by her, but guilt still pressed into you, roiling in your gut, blending and braiding into your arousal until it was impossible to separate them.

Your third orgasm came out of nowhere, hitting you hard as you clenched down onto her, milking her cock as you moaned around her tongue. Your nails raked down her back, causing her to whine at the sting. Your eyes flew open, locking with hers as she was already watching you, her eyes half lidded as she watched you as a predator stalks its prey.

You couldn’t stop your noises, whining and whimpering as overstimulation held you firmly in its grasp. Sparkle shoved her cock into you, upping the ante as she pulled her mouth away, fully bracing herself before snapping into you even faster, harder than before. You yelped, sobs leaving your throat as it turned truly painful.

Her cheeks were red, her gaze piercing as she watched you cry, a smile creeping onto her face as she shuddered. That expression was so delightful. Her nails dug into your thighs, as she thrust into you. Her hips stuttered as she came again, but she didn’t stop yet, fucking her cum deep into you until she was satisfied.

Finally, she pulled out of you, gently lowering your legs back onto the bed as she shifted, laying on to her side as she gathered your broken form into her arms. You felt a bit hollow, your hole empty as you felt cum spill out. Her illusion finally fell away as she pressed close to you, her arm wrapped around your waist.

She pressed apologetic kisses into your shoulder and neck. “Too rough?”

“No. Just caught me really off guard shifting like that,” you admitted.

You could feel her smirk on your skin. “But it was good.”

“Felt good, just hurt a bit because it was you but not.” You could feel her smile drop, as she hummed at your confession.

Sparkle’s voice was low as she spoke, “Sometimes I forget you really love me. Sorry.”

You grabbed her hand, lacing your fingers together. “Love you,” you murmured. You were exhausted after all of that.

She hummed in appreciation but Sparkle didn’t say anything. Though, the way she squeezed you tighter to her spoke volumes.

You started to drift to sleep but the only thing you could think was that although you were excited to start traveling with Sparkle, you really hoped she wouldn’t take you to see Sampo any time soon. It’d be really hard to look him in the eyes.

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The Freak and The Princess (I)

Summary: Eddie lets you walk by during his rant in the cafeteria, stumped by your quietness and manners toward the town freak. He then decides to be the perfect gentlemen. [Part 1 of 5 depending on if anyone actually reads it.] 2k+ Words

Warnings: none! Just more fluff than a Pomeranian. There is also a very good chance Eddie is OOC but Imma risk it (if you get that reference, we should be friends).

A/N: (I'm terrified to do this.) This is the first thing that I've ever posted so constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated! I've been writing stories like this for years but have been too scared to post them for a variety of reasons, but I love writing and reading so if one person can get a little joy from this, then my goal is reached. I edited this and proofread it, but please point out any errors or things that you like! And please send requests; all the characters I write for are under my tag #characters! Hope you enjoy! :)

The Freak and The Princess

Part One: My Princess

Being as quiet as I am has its pros and cons. 

Pros: I don’t get noticed often, can easily observe everything around me, and can escape my real life whenever I want. 

Cons: when I do get noticed, it gets real. 

I’ve lived in Hawkins since eighth grade. Now I’m a senior. I don’t have any consistent friends, although Steve Harrington came to be someone I knew I could trust and talk to after dealing with the Russians side by side last year. The only person I noticed for myself was Eddie Munson. He was a big, bad high schooler when I moved here, and I guess that hasn’t changed. Since he’s two years older than me, we’ve never talked or met, but I know who he is, and he’s one of the few people who can make me smile without even realizing I’m there. 

I was walking through the cafeteria, trying to get outside away from all the noise and people, when I heard a voice I’d recognize anywhere say, “But as long as you’re into band, or... science. Or parties. Or A GAME WHERE YOU TOSS BALLS INTO LAUNDRY BASKETS!!”

I watched as he walked down the Hellfire lunch table, stopping at the end and responding to Jason’s comment with fake devil horns. He continued talking, jumping off the table and finishing. He stepped back, motioning for me and another girl ahead of me to walk by him. 

“Thanks,” I whispered, smiling as I met his eye. I felt his eyes on me as I walked by, and I decided he was trying to figure out who I was. I waited in an empty classroom until most people cleared out before walking to my locker and gathering my things. 

“Hey,” someone said beside me. I jumped slightly before turning to see Eddie leaning against the lockers and looking at me. 

“Hi, Eddie,” I said quietly.

“You know my name?”

“Who doesn’t?”

“Man, now I feel bad. Let me guess?” 

I laughed lightly and nodded, closing my locker and picking up my bag. 

“Marcie? No, that doesn’t fit. Kelsey? Too cheerleader-y. Princess?”

“That your final guess?” I smiled. He nodded, a proud look on his face. My watch beeped, and I pressed it to silence it. 

“That’s my cue. See you around, Eddie!” I said, walking out the door. 

“See ya, princess!” he called. I blushed, glad to have my back to him. The next day I went to school as usual; until lunch. I walked into the cafeteria, on my way through as always, when I felt someone walk up beside me.

“Hey, so I haven’t seen you around before and wanted to introduce myself. I’m Jason Carver.”

I kept walking, not talking to him. “What, I can’t even get a name? Pretty girl like you has to have a pretty name!” I was at the door when he grabbed my wrist, “Look, I get that you’re shy. All I’m asking for is a name, beautiful.” 

He was surprisingly cordial, but I knew there had to be a catch. 

I thought quickly, deciding to say, “Arwen.” 

I pulled my hand from him and rushed outside. After my last class, I walked to my locker, hoping to see Eddie again, but soon my watch beeped, and I headed to work.

“Hey, kiddo, how was school?” Steve asked as I walked into Family Video and pulled my vest on. I shrugged and started stocking tapes. I heard the door open then close before Steve spoke to me again. “Something happen?” I shook my head no. “I’m gonna go check on Robin. I’ll be right back,” he said, moving past me quietly.

“Princess?” I heard from the other end of the aisle. 

I looked over to see Eddie with two tapes in his hand. I smiled at him and quietly said, “Hi.”

“Fancy meeting you here. Should'a known The Hair got to you,” he smiled, standing closer to me. 

“Take it easy, Munson,” Steve warned as he returned to the counter. 

Eddie rolled his eyes, causing me to laugh lightly. His smile widened, and he held two movies from the new release pile. “Which one?” I gestured to The Goonies, watching as he nodded and slid the other back where he’d pulled it from. 

“Didn’t see you at lunch today. You race through the cafeteria again?”

“Munson, leave her-“ Steve started before stopping when he heard me talking.

“Got corned by Carver and had to make a run for it,” I answered.

Steve jumped the counter, pointing at me as he rounded the corner into the aisle. “Did you just answer him?” Eddie and I nodded, Steve’s jaw dropping further. “How long have you two known each other?”

“Uh,” Eddie looked at his watch, “thirty-six hours.”

“And you’re already talking to him?” Steve asked incredulously. I shrugged in response, continuing what I was doing. 

“She talk to you?” Eddie asked Steve.

“Yeah, but it took her a lot longer to start.”

“I just have a welcoming and calming persona.” I laughed, shaking my head. Eddie walked past me to check out the movie, still bickering with Steve. He turned to me as he walked out, waving. 

“Let me know what you think,” I said, pointing to the tape with my chin. 

“Absolutely. See you tomorrow, princess.”

“Did Eddie 'The Freak' Munson just call you ‘princess’?”

“Yeah. He didn’t know my name, so he started calling me that.”

“Why didn’t you tell him your name?”

“Couldn’t. I don’t mind though.” I fell silent again, ignoring Steve’s questions and comments. I went home a few hours later, finishing my homework and hoping to see Eddie again tomorrow.

~

I exited my fourth-period class, ready to sit by myself for lunch. I walked into the cafeteria, taking a new route the other way around to avoid Jason. I ended up closer to the Hellfire table, smiling as I saw Eddie in a heated conversation with the boys.

“Hey, beautiful,” Jason said, slinging an arm around my shoulders as he came up behind me.

I was too far from the door and knew I couldn’t speak more than a few words. I only had one choice. I shrugged his arm off me and made a beeline for the Hellfire Table. There was an open seat by Eddie, so I slid into it, looking at him as they all silenced, staring at me. I flitted my eyes toward Jason, who glared at me and Eddie. I was shrinking into myself, wanting the floor to swallow me, when I felt Eddie grab my hand, his thumb rubbing the back.

“Guys, this is my princess. Princess, these are the guys,” he said. Then leaned in and whispered, “I won’t let anything happen to you, ‘kay?”

I nodded, squeezing his hand slightly. Jason stormed off, and I breathed a sigh of relief but didn’t move to leave, choosing instead to silently listen to the guys talk about their new Hellfire campaign as I played with Eddie’s rings. Walking out of my last class, I saw someone leaning against the locker beside mine.

“Thanks for the help at lunch,” I said, walking by him and opening my locker.

“Anytime, princess. You working today?”

“No, I’m off the rest of the week. Scheduling error by my idiot boss, Keith.”

Eddie nodded. We both looked out the window when a loud crack of thunder sounded, and rain started pouring down.

“You have a ride?” Eddie asked, pushing off the locker as I closed mine.

“No, but I don’t live far.”

“Absolutely not. I’ll give you a ride.” He slipped his jacket off and laid it over my shoulders. 

“Eddie, you don’t have to. It’s completely fine. I’ve walked home in the rain before.”

“A princess should never walk home. Let alone in the rain. As long as I’m here, it won’t happen again.” He extended his hand, “Milady.”

I placed my hand in his, our fingers interlacing as I said, “Why thank you, kind sir.” We ran to his van, and I gave him directions to my house. “See you tomorrow?” I asked, beginning to take his jacket off as he parked in my driveway. 

“Of course. Keep the jacket, you still have to walk in.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I can pick you up in the morning if it’s still raining like the forecast said.”

“I’d really like that. Thanks for the ride, Eddie.”

“A pleasure, princess.”

I ran to my front porch, shaking the rain off and unlocking my front door. I waved to Eddie as he backed out, then went into the empty house. There was one more day, then solitude. At least I had Eddie and Steve to make the days more tolerable.

~

Eddie kept his promise, pulling up in front of my house as I stepped outside. I moved to return his jacket, but he shook his head, “That’s yours until it stops raining.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yep. Have to keep my princess dry and warm.”

‘My princess.’ His princess.

We walked into school together before going our separate ways for classes. I walked into the lunchroom, setting my sights on the Hellfire table. I was just a few steps away when Jason stopped me, standing between me and the table.

“You have a lot of nerve ignoring me,” he said loudly. I saw Eddie pick his head up and look over, making eye contact with me over Jason’s shoulder. He stood up but didn’t move toward me, waiting. 

“You gonna say anything? Can you even talk, Arwen?” I heard a few laughs before Jason continued, “What? Did The Freak sell your soul and your tongue to the devil?” I clenched my jaw, starting to see red. “Just a matter of time until he sacrifices you. Or worse,” he whispered. He backed up with an evil grin. Now everything was red. 

“How do you know he hasn’t sacrificed your soul? Oh, that’s right, your head is so far up your butt you’d notice the extra room,” I responded quickly.

The whole cafeteria broke out into yells and clapping. 

“What’d you just say to me?”

“I said to get your ears checked. Your ego seems to be clogging everything up.”

“Who do you think you are?”

“Not half the person you think you are.”

“If you want attention, baby, just come out and say it.”

I saw Eddie step toward us but gently shook my head, stopping him.

“Maybe I do want attention. But I promise I don’t want yours. So, if you’d be so kind as to move out of my way, I’d appreciate it.” He took a single step to the side. “Oh, and if you so much as look at me or any other member of Hellfire again, I will shove my foot up your butt until your heart stops. Got it?”

Jason nodded and rushed out of the room, everyone cheering again as I walked toward Eddie and grabbed his hand. He nodded, following me to an empty classroom. 

“Why did I do that?” I groaned as I sat down, burying my face in my hands. 

“Because you’re amazing.”

“Now people know who I am, and they’ll talk to me.”

“I’ll become your personal bodyguard. Nobody will be able to talk to my princess.”

The bell rang, and we reluctantly returned to classes, meeting by my locker at the end of the day. 

“Let’s drop by Hellfire real quick.” We entered the room, and he dug through a box before pulling something out and turning around, unfurling one of the signature Hellfire Club t-shirts. “This should fit. You called yourself a member at lunch and we have a very strict policy regarding verbal agreements.”

“Oh, of course,” I smiled and slid it over my other shirt.

We stopped by Family Video to return Eddie’s tape, Steve’s eyes widening as we walked in together, asking, “What’s happening here?”

“Someone stuck it to Carver today, in front of the whole school,” Eddie smiled. 

“Good job, babe,” Steve said as he began returning the movie, “How ya feelin'?”

“I’m ok,” I shrugged, “hoping this doesn’t lead to people trying to talk to me.”

“Well, keep hanging with this freak and it won’t be a problem.” Steve smirked at Eddie.

“Whatever, Hair.” Eddie playfully rolled his eyes. “Let’s go, princess.” He wrapped his arm around me, and I waved to Steve before walking toward the door.

“Take care of my girl,” Steve yelled.

“I’ll take care of MY princess,” Eddie yelled as the door closed.

A/N2: If you read this far, thank you so much! Please leave a comment or send me a message with any recommendations or requests (or if you're interested in more parts of this story). :)

[ryuichirou]

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First of all, I wanted to remind you that my pricelist will be updated by the end of the week, so please feel free to message me if you want to take a slot to commission me with my current prices!

Second of all, we got our twitter account back! We ended up deleting that one post that twitter didn’t like (yes, the one that doesn’t have anything explicit or any nudity on it), which obviously sucks, but at least now we can jump back to posting more or less regularly.

And now that this situation is over, I can say about the thing that honestly tickled me: the last person who wrote a callout post on me right before our acc got locked (=the person who very likely caused the massreporting in the first place) got accused of grooming a 13 y.o. and had their account terminated the very next day. What a great illustration of how the fandom climate works, right? Hilarious.

Alright, replies replies. Some about Fellow and Gidel, some about Rook, Idia, a little bit of Lilia and some miscellaneous asks.

Anonymous asked:

wait, Fellow is it a good idea for Gidel to write?? Isn't he illiterate?? (I might be wrong on the writing part, but I'm pretty sure Gidel is said to be unable to speak because he didn't get an education :(, r.i.p to the poor boy)

But look at it, Anon! He clearly writes, and like a typical doctor as well! A highly educated man!

(Yeah, Gidel doesn’t know how to write lol I am not sure if Fellow is super literate either… just like the characters they are inspired by lol)

Anonymous asked:

I want to bite Idia’s thighs but I also want to nibble Lilia’s legs courtesy of your pic of him in those delicious Playful Land tights 😩

(this is about a sketch from ko-fi)

They really are nibbleable… nibbable… one would want to nib on them. And Lilia knows that :(

Thank you <3

irregardlessly-tish asked:

Since you started posting Fellow art I said to myself "I guess I'm watching that event now so I can look at the art and think yeah, he would totally get gang banged by them" lol

Tish! You’re great as always lol I hope you enjoy it as much as we did.

Fellow is so breedable it’s insane. I can’t help it.

unofficialwheatdog asked:

I'm gonna snatch Fellow away from everyone

Like that my husband, he fluffiness mine and mine alone

Mwah mwah to Fellow I wove him and the way you draw him

he's too good for them but ruined enough for me(lol me in my possessive era)

Omg real possessive era lol I get it, he really is fluffy to the point of leaving one speechless. But please understand, these boys can’t hold back at all… :( Be kinder them, they can’t help it!

I’m glad you love how I draw him <3

Anonymous asked:

Curious, u do non con/ rape art?

Pls tag if yes, I wanna see

I do, but I also don’t remember any recent noncon piece to tag anything lol I am definitely not opposed to it, and a lot of our nsfw pieces have at least dub-con vibes. I guess that one general!Lilia/Idia piece comes to mind first! And octopus!Azul/Idia that I drew for the same zine…

Maybe it would be easier to look through my pixiv logs; all the nsfw pieces are usually closer to the end of the log.

Anonymous asked:

You know I never had interest in drawing nsfw, I started a fanart blog with the intent of just making cute/cool sfw pieces maybe some ship stuff. However I am sick and tired of watching the twst fandom affect the mental health of my friends. And I know at least one of my ships will be threatened even if they just hold hands.

So here’s my plan: if I start receiving hate I will make an announcement: if I reach a particular milestone of hate I will learn to draw nsfw. I will make them kiss harder. Harass me and I will become worse.

Fr tho I want to be the brave idiot in the hope that others won’t feel alone.

Sorry for the late reply! Anon, you are already brave lol I like your plan. Become worse to spite them! And to support everyone who is harassed. And to have fun of course.

I wish you and your friends and anyone else didn’t have to worry about being harassed because of your ships. So please, take care of yourself, but also? Fuck them; draw and post whatever you want to make yourself and your friends happier and enjoy the fandom experience that you and your friends create.

Anonymous asked:

"something's missing..." might be your shirt rook, idk tho 🤔

(this is about this drawing)

Oh no, he forgot his shirt again. And no one at Savanaclaw is brave enough to tell him.

Anonymous asked:

 I remember that Savannaclaw Rook only cut his hair with a knife, soooo, yeah. How do you think first year Rook would respond to first year Idia and vice versa?

Honestly it looks like it lol He and Lilia have something in common…

We love first year Rook with first year Idia so much, Anon, you have no idea! And Rook/Idia in general, this is one of the things that I really want to draw properly at least once. For now we only have sketches…

But to answer your question! I like to think that Rook was very intrigued by Idia right away; of course Idia isn’t a beastman, but he is not only super bright and shiny-looking (unusual! Interesting!), but also is a very rare pokemon to see. It’s very easy to picture Rook getting excited and charmed by him, maybe he even had a period of a little obsession~ But of course none of this is in any way returned by Idia; to him being suddenly surrounded by so many loud and annoying people his age is already stressful enough, but Rook is somehow worse than all of them combined. He hates everyone from Savanaclaw, but they’re usually just rude jerks, but Rook? If only he was a rude jerk…

Anonymous asked:

Chen’ya, are you flashing people on purpose? What are you gonna do if someone likes it?

(related to this post)

Knowing Che’nya, he’ll probably disappear lol Never let them guess your next move. They liked it? Too bad. They didn’t like it? Oh too bad… >:3

Sometimes he is in a flirty mood though~

Anonymous asked:

I’m surprised Lilia doesn’t also spank Idia to punish him

He really should, and his spanks wouldn’t be as murderous as Azul’s! Idia is going to receive punishment AND survive!

I can picture Lilia stopping mid-spank with the realisation though: oh right, this isn’t his kid, this is Idia…

Anonymous asked:

(tw: self-harm)

this might be a bit dark but i’m curious: do you think idia self-harms? every now and then, i see ppl draw him with SH scars. i’ve never been able to decide if it feels like him or not. punishing himself, hating himself, wanting to control this one aspect of his life bc he can’t control anything else sound like idia, but also, being too resigned, lazy, or phobic of pain also sound like idia… little nutjob he is 😒 thoughts?

This is such a good question, Anon. It’s honestly still kind of easy to imagine him doing that. He punishes himself constantly, and while I don’t think this is necessarily about control, this absolutely could be about wanting to make himself feel even worse or to distract himself from the other kind of deep pain he’s feeling. Since we’re talking about a character here, as an artist I can also add that seeing him this way could be aesthetically pleasing, there are some very good artworks with this theme.

That being said, we usually tend to think that Idia wouldn’t do that. I agree that Idia being phobic of pain sounds very like him, but also? He is very detached from the physical side of things in general, I think. He would rather torment himself mentally.

Another reason for Idia and selfharm not really working in our heads is that I don’t think Ortho would let him. He is very sensitive to changes in his health condition after all.

[joaosfelix]

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[mephinomaly]

[TL] BIOHAZARD/Chapter 3

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Time: The next day

Location: At 'AIIE', the fourth experiment facility, known as "CRADLE"

Tomoya: “Welcome! To the AIIE project’s fourth experiment facility, also known as CRADLE!”

Hajime: “Fufu, we are your Guide Robots, and we will be showing you around ♪”[1]

Koga: Huhh? Don’t suddenly start spewin’ nonsense terms, this ain’t a sci-fi movie ya know?

More importantly. What the hell you doin’ here, Ra*bits?

Tomoya: “Ah, we aren’t Ra*bits!”

Hajime: “We have been created for the AIIE project, or more specifically, we are AI idols!”

Koga: ...? ...?

Adonis: Are you really— are you really not Mashiro and Shino? Or are you just playing a part?

Tomoya: “Yep, we aren’t real!”

Hajime: “We have no affiliation with any real person or organisation!”

Koga: No connection, huh… Is that okay? Did you get permission from the real people t’do this?

Rei: Fumu. This isn’t meant to be me playing the old man character, I’m honestly just commenting plainly but - technology has advanced in leaps and bounds. Honestly, I really can’t keep up.

So these Mashiro-kun and Shino-kun lookalikes are rather peculiar. I suppose this beautiful scenery we’re seeing is also an illusion?

Kaoru: I feel like we're being conned. This place is supposed to be indoors, yet opening this ‘door’ reveals a gorgeous view with the sun shining brightly in the sky.

Adonis: This is what is called VR, or virtual reality. Via the contact lenses fitted in our eyes, we can see a reality that doesn’t actually exist.

Since we don’t know exactly where the walls and boundaries are, it's best if we do not move around too much.

Rei: Ah, ouchie!? I hit my head!

Kaoru: You alright, old man~...?

Rei: Mhm… From the outside, this building looked rather spacious but the reality is that it’s probably only the size of a school gymnasium.

As Adonis-kun quite rightly said, we should keep jumping and skipping around to a minimum.

Koga: You guys have bigger bodies than me so watch yourselves, alright?

Kaoru: Fufu. That’s why if you line us all up, Koga-kun’s only a wee little thing. The fans love it, they’re like ��ooooh he’s so cute.”

Koga: HaaA? It might make you feel happy, but it don’t me. Feels like I’m bein’ made fun of, it’s uncomfortable.

You enjoy playin’ around with other people’s inferiority complexes for fun, dontcha?

Rei: Kukuku. What’s more important, we weren’t called out here to stand around, but what is it that we’re supposed to be doing?

The fact that we have answered our agency about this AIIE thingamabob is wonderful, but they still haven’t explained anything to us in any great amount of detail.

Hajime: “We will explain!”

Tomoya: “That’s what we’re here for!”

“The AIIE project, as the name suggests, is a project to ‘manufacture’ idols!”

Koga: This smells super fishy.

Rei: This is the kind of thing Tenshouin-kun would enjoy.

Though that is mere speculation. He’s probably taking advantage of this by being a sponsor of some sort.

Kaoru: Well, isn’t that kinda better than being involved in a shady private business’ experiment that you know nothing about?

Rei: I suppose so… Anyhow, I’m struggling to understand. What is an artificial idol? What does it do?

Hajime: “We can answer that!”

Tomoya: “We are your Guide Robots, and that’s our job!”

Rei: Well, as you’re not the real Ra*bits, I can take a guess as to what artificial idols do–

Hajime: “Yes. As we mentioned earlier, we are artificial idols created for the AIIE project.”

Tomoya: “To give a brief explanation, we are idols created in the image of real idols, copies so to speak.”

Hajime: “This involves copying the physical aspects of pre-existing idols and pasting them onto robots, and, using AI, we can replicate accurate speech patterns and behaviour.”

Tomoya: “So at a glance, we are the exact same as the real idols.”

Hajime: “Although with the current technology, it is not possible to create exact copies, therefore the result will be similar but not perfect.”

Tomoya: “With your cooperation, we can continue to experiment and improve our technology until we can even copy your fans.”

“—Soon, we will be able to create perfect replicas of your parents and siblings!”

[ ☆ ]

these 'versions' of tomoya and hajime speak in keigo, which is fancy fancy speak. it's what ibara speaks in, though unrelated to ibara. just an example!

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

[foxspritez]

Would be super epic and cool if you ranted about that Sampard mermaid au, would love to hear more about it 👀 👀 👀 also you mentioned a fic in the tags for your recent post? Hope you don’t mind me asking if there is there one (and to please share maybe 👀)? If you don’t wanna on either it’s all goods 😋

OMG… THANK YOU FOR ASKING 🤭🤭🤭 i’ll literally kill for you thx for fueling my self indulgence xx anyway basically im picturing it like belobog’s overworld being a seaside kingdom (the landau family being royalty with gepard as prince) and the underworld being like boulder town ocean city idk. anyway. locals have recently reported “sea monster” sightings by the docks, that being sampo stealing valuables to bring back down either to sell at ten times it’s worth or give away to nat or the kids, normal sampo behavior and whatever. So gepard, being more of a silvermane guard and less of an active royal ruler at the moment, starts keeping a closer watch of the shore to keep the people feeling a bit safer, not thinking anything of it really, since “sea monsters aren’t real and can’t hurt anybody 🤓☝️” but whatever helps his people sleep at night. to his surprise, he spots an unusually large looking fish swim off with some cargo while he’s keeping watch, and starts to believe there really is something in the waters.

Being more prepared next shift, he sets up bait (expensive jewelry he stole from serval, she’ll thank him later) at the edge of one of the docks, with a sailboat ready to follow as soon as soon as it takes the bait. Unfortunately for him, the little pile of treasures isn’t taken until it’s already nighttime, so his tracking abilities are already sabotaged. But he is a Landau, and he’s too stubborn to wait any longer, so he sets off after it. late night light rain follows shortly, but he’s too far out to turn back now, and the harsh winds will help him to catch up faster. Rain turns to storms, and the winds and deep waters become too much for the little sailboat he took out. He tips over, and struggling to resurface from the crashing waves, gets pushed into that steering part of the sailboat (idfk what they’re called the ones at the bottom or whatever) and knocks himself out.

As for sampo, he’d been keeping a close eye on the boat once he realized he was being followed, and quickly swam up to keep the sailor above the waves. Awkwardly swimming half above water with the man in his arms, he takes him to the closest shoreline he can find as the storm dies down. Gepard wakes up hours later, with an unfamiliar pair of sea green eyes staring down at him. Insert my recent post here. When he wakes up again, it’s from the many guards sent out as a search party to find him, the man he met nowhere to be found. Had it not been for the pretty blue seashell placed carefully in his hands, he would have been convinced he was dreaming. It would be nice if he could have his sister’s jewelry back, but the seashell was cool too i guess.

Knowing no one’s gonna believe him, he claims he lost the creature early on, and sailed to the nearest island to wait out the storm. He just assumes he’ll never sea (:3) his savior again, but obviously im not gonna let that happen as there’s more plot to come.

I like the idea of mermaids having a human form to use at free will, so I’m thinking sampo has to get creative now that his regular boat stealing spot is swarming with guards after rescuing that pretty blonde days ago. Apparently, he’s a pretty important royal figure, so it’s not like he’ll see him around town if he starts doing his thieving on land. Now he can even scam humans too, it’s a win-win. Of course, he doesn’t know gepard is associated with the guards. I just want gepard to start chasing after the con man everyone’s been reporting, only to come face to face with those deep green eyes again, and the necklace of his beloved older sister around his neck.

I’m still thinking about what comes next, but I have a basic idea of what I want to happen. Nothings really set in stone since it’s all just ideas and brainrot atm but I’m having a great time coming up with every new thing 🤭

Unfortunately there is no fic for this since I just made it up for my own self indulgence, and the tags were referencing a different work from a fic i’ve been reading for awhile. I would write this au no hesitation if I could write, but I’m not the best writer and have to either ramble or draw the ideas/brainrot that pops in my mind. If anyone makes a fic like this/someone makes a sampard mermaid fic in general i’ll die for you though 😇

But yeah that’s about it! Thanks again for asking I appreciate it a lot 🥹🥹 getting to ramble about them always makes me !!! so this made my day!! Thank you for giving me this chance!!! 🤗🤗

[laf-outloud]

https://www.tumblr.com/laf-outloud/711921005033127936

I'm not sure you’ll be interested in my reply to this, but I can’t send an ask to the original blog, so I hope you don’t mind if I write this to you. You were interested enough to reblogging the OG post, so I hope I’m not out of line here, or boring.

I had both similarities and differences from @prettydeaneyes when meeting the guys.

I like J2, but I am definitely Jared-leaning, especially after the prequel business. I was incredibly excited to meet Jared, while still also interested in meeting Jensen, just not as much.

In terms of M&Gs, I found Jared more tuned in and engaged. He is almost intense with how much he focuses on you. Jensen's had a different vibe, not as deep but still attentive, I guess. Jensen answered questions fairly thoughtfully, though I only really heard one tidbit of info that I found really interesting from him. There was a heller in the room enbarsssing herself, so she ate up valuable time in the meet with her BS, though. He was pretty engaging though and seemed okay with me giving him some cheek. But, for me, Jared’s M&G felt more intimate abd lighthearted with all of us joking about his 6 wounded warrior shirts that he’s worn everywhere, but also a little intimidating since it was my first.

For photo ops, I honestly felt like Jared was distracted when it was my turn. He started with his back to me and he was dancing, which was cute but made me feel off-balance and a bit awkward when he turned to face me, though he was my first J photo op. He gave me a very tight hug, which was great, but no little engagements like I’ve heard he’s done with others, so I felt a bit let down after accounts of others' experiences with him. In my Jensen solo, he was super engaging the first time. He had his charm dialed up to 11. So, I was surprised by enjoying his op more. In my J2 duo Ops, they were both fine with my requests and moved into position without question. I felt like both were pretty businesslike, though Jared cuddled into me more in the squish hug. They did hug tight.

I had two more days of photo ops with Jensen in one of the cons that Jared couldn’t attend, and the first day I found Jensen almost cold and walked away feeling like: F-it, I’m not going to be intimidated by this guy who can’t be pleasant when we are already disappointed by Jared’s absence. Honesty, it made me much more casual in my interactions with him after that. Still , the next day I had another op with him and he was friendly and we had to chat a minute to clarify my pose and he was great. So, I’ve had both better and worse solo op experiences with Jensen than Jared. Sadly, only one with Jared though, so it’s not a good sample size. I think I just had bad luck with Jared and he was distracted, while I think Jense is a bit more temperamental.

In autographs, in Toronto I found both Js to be a little disengaged though polite, though Jared seemed more distant (though this was the con where he teared up on stage and my autograph was after that on the Sunday , so he might have just been spent. We were soecicalky asked not to share overly emotional stories with either J as they were tired.). Jensen warmed a little by the end of our brief interaction. The second auto I had with Jensen he was friendly and I just kept it short, but it was one of my favorite auto interactions because it was just cute and I was not full of nerves.

To conclude, based on my exoerience and what I’ve read on,one, our own feelings and expectations have a decent role in how we end up percoevung the guys. However, I think Jensen can be very charming when he wants to, but he doesn’t always want to. Whereas Jared felt more real, but that also means he can’t hide it if he’s just spent. Ultimately bath guys are just human, but I truly think, in most cases, Jared engages more, just not "always" with me. I really hope he’s at the next aJIB because I wanted two con experiences to help me get a fuller impression of both guys.

No worries, anon! You're not out of line, or boring. It's always interesting to hear people's personal convention experiences (in the likely event that I'll never attend one.)

It's interesting the way you describe them because that's exactly how I imagine they are in person from everything else I've heard. When Jensen wants to be charming, it's a force of nature, and Jared wears his heart on his sleeve (no 'performance' so-to-say) so what you see is exactly what you get.

Thank you for sharing, and I really hope you get to increase your 'sample study' at the next JIB!

[watsername]

all fuckinf right i guess let’s get into it

do i care ?? not fucking really .

im gonna preface this by saying this is really not the huge deal that i think people are making it out to be across here and esp on twt. treating this as some kind of event deserving of a deplatform i got it cancellation or worthy of vast amount of neg to people who are still choosing to support sapnap on kick or to sapnap himself is just fucking childish . rey was talking earlier about dt fanvases being prone to give mentality and it’s so fucking true people see one person spreading hate and take it as permission to do the same instead of employing critical thinking and going hey . is it really that serious . does the subject of discussion really deserve it or was i just waiting in my chance to hate him . because the energy it’s giving is very much ‘i never liked him and just pretended to tolerate him but now he fucked up i can drag him’ which is actively something we discourage in dtblr when it comes to dream so to do so to sapnap is kinda hypocritical . even if u don’t like him just . don’t be hateful ??? esp when it’s over a streaming contract don’t treat it like he’s actively spreading bigotry when we know he’s not.

ok ? . let’s get into kick then . why would sapnap be attracted to this platform?? let’s look at what he says in his statement . and this is in no way shape or form going to be the most nuanced or in depth take on what’s going on it’s just a short discussion on the situation

number one he wants something to force him to be more active online bc it seems like his career as a creator has taken a backseat to other ventures he’s been taking recently . the dteam have been travelling near constantly lately between events in spain, france visiting the u.k. going to cons across america meeting up with people sapnap working with nrg he’s been busy . this isn’t sus .

twitch is notoriously fuckinf over creators . it’s still an incredibly hostile place for a lot of people . and sapanps right the megacorp that owns it is dominating the market for streaming with no real competition (other than youtube streaming) meaning that strwaming creators are effectively forced into handing over 50% of their stream profits to a man who is already the worlds richest man fucking iver his employees - who everyone is always saying to stop feeding money into . the 95/5 split for profits on kick is a lot more attractive to streamers for this reason . they’re keeping the money the earned during the streams and not supporting a man who takes in money and refuses to pay his workers - which people are often criticised for as well .

this is something we as the community can’t really comment on - we have no idea what happened in that conversation . we don’t know what plans kick has we don’t know what direction the platform is going to head in . but we do know that it was positive enough for sapnap to change his mind and feel more secure in his placement in the kick contract . that he felt heard in his concerns and feels like those concerns will be heard and he can help i still chnage in the platform to make it a more usable and friendly platform.

this is the last sector i’m taking from sapnap’s post . this is understandable . the dream team are credited with changing the atmosphere and streaming experience on twitch in extremely positive ways . it’s understandable that sapnap believes the same might be possible for another platform with its reputation in the DIRT . and he acknowledges how bad the representation of creators is currently and as a large creator it might well be possible that he can influence change across the platform .

secondly from this . he’s right . if his plan to intervene in the atmosphere on kick goes well it may will incite change on twitch - where he is still streaming - as they may fear that creators will be more incentivised to take contracts with kick instead of twitch. we’ve already talked about how twitch has huge problems in its creator usability and a genuinely successful rival with creator forward procedure and policy may help to create a better environment for creators on twitch - things like misogyny and racism in chats that has gone uncared about may face crackdowns as well as a better deal on monetary splits between the company and individual streamers .

so why is everyone mad . well .

it’s still a shithole of a company . it’s currently platforming horrid people who have been banned from other streaming services for racism. sexism etc because of its leniency with rules - the creator stating that it’s only rules are ‘no pornography, no hate speech’.

in so . its a breeding ground for right wing extremists who have nowhere else to go and giving them major profits from the streams they make . it’s allowing a lot of extremists to make professions built on their bigotry . it’s praying on people’s weak spots by promoting itself as the only streaming service that allows people to gamble on stream . the owner is the co owner of a large cryptocurrency company . it’s entirely unappealing to communities upon communities of people and it’s understandable that people are upset with sapnap attempting to coax his viewers into such a toxic environment .

but it’s also understandable that sapnap feels he will be able to make some impact on the way the company is run . he is openly one of the only people to take a contract there while actively challenging the companies procedure which is a huge start . he’s voiced concerns about the reputation of the platform and how the streamers they host create such a foul represent tati on of the platform that will deter most people from the site . will he be able to change everything ?? fuck no but is his motivation understandable ?? yeah o think so .

so what did we learn here . it’s. a very complicated situation . there’s no right or wrong way to feel . unless you’re just going about spreading hate and acting like sapnap’s committed mass murder or whatever then you should probably take a step back and ask yourself why you’re angry to this extent .

people are always going to make decisions you don’t agree with. and saying ‘well yeah but i don’t like their reasoning’ is fine, you’re allowed to say you don’t think something is worthwhile but you have to remove yourself from your perspective and say okay. i understand why HE thinks it’s worthwhile even when i disagree . simply using the platform doesn’t make sapanp a bigot and he’s expressed his own ill feelings towards the platform because of its user base and stated no desire to be associated with those people and expressed his intention to work with the platform to make it a more friendly experience for everyone .

you can have no faith in that kind of change or support him 100% neither person would be in the wrong for how they feel about the situation . it’s an incredibly complex topic . there is bound to be disagreement . but i will say i don’t think his explanation is worth the mass hate and cancellation attempts it garnered . if you don’t like sapnap that’s fine, but don’t seek opportunity to spread hate just . go look at something you do like . follow him on kick or avoid the platform altogether . do what you want . who care .

[sepublic]

            The more I think about the Nizziverse’s lore for the Autobots and Decepticons and the reasons for the Great War, and the circumstances behind it… The more it makes sense to me for Swindle to be an Autobot, actually. Not a NICE Autobot, not exactly, but…

         He isn’t zealous like a lot of Decepticons, nor is he overly-devoted to Cybertron, as he’s far too economic to ignore how costly and inefficient the planet has become. Swindle doesn’t have any prejudice towards organic races and would much rather cooperate with (and admittedly, exploit) them than enslave and wipe out. He isn’t concerned about maintaining the Cybertronian ‘tradition’ of conquest, and the Decepticons are more rigid than the Autobots, whose military structure would give Swindle more freedom to do his own thing on the side.

         Plus, the Autobots would encourage interaction with organics, as it drives the basis to recognize and appreciate them as peers, rather than distant aliens! Swindle is a relatively free thinker and willing to question certain things, and adaptable; He sees the potential in working with organic races and can appreciate their cultural nuances, and he prefers to negotiate and bargain than fight.

         Honestly, everything points towards Swindle being an Autobot of amoral, pragmatic motives; Not a GOOD guy per se, just realistic. The only reason he’s a Decepticon is Doylist; He’s a Combaticon who forms Bruticus, so he has to be Decepticon! And Bruticus might be his main and only reason in-universe as well… Perhaps Swindle recognizes the economic value of Bruticus as outweighing what he could otherwise get under Autobot allegiance.

         Not to mention, Swindle is a character who would gladly play both sides and sell to the Autobots too, not really holding a grudge. So I guess in some ways, he IS an Autobot, even if he goes by the Decepticon insignia. It’s a bit weird. It’s possible he just wants to maintain connections with his fellow Combaticons, who are much more devout in Decepticon ideology.

         All that said, Swindle was definitely one of the first to accept the post-war pardons after Dark of the Moon, settling for simple black market arms dealer and con man, and splitting off from his fellow Combaticons. I actually want him to replace Daytrader in The Last Knight; I know that Daytrader is a unique design so I SHOULD feel obligated to include him as he is, unlike characters such as Berserker or “Onslaught”.

         But tbh I just like Swindle a lot more and don’t enjoy Daytrader enough, plus! There’s something deeply humorous about technically-Autobot Swindle. The actual Autobots’ antagonism towards him would make a lot more sense and be funnier, because the audience HAS participated and known him firsthand as an enemy, and yet here is Swindle strolling in like the events of 2007 and Dark of the Moon never happened. Hmm. Maybe I can include Daytrader anyway, as Swindle’s partner and muscle, carrying large bits of merchandise that can’t fit through Swindle’s compartment?

        His mercantile instincts can tell that there’s something neat about Cade’s weird little ‘talisman’, so he tries haggling for it but eventually gives up. Swindle is eventually kicking himself when it turns out the talisman is in fact the legendary Star Saber of Prima, one of the thirteen Primes! Whoops. Among his many wares, there’s a new, totally legit voice box for Bumblebee, as well as Starscream’s head… Shhh, ignore the fact that Starscream’s head was reduced to pieces with him. It’s the real thing, he swears, and don’t look behind Swindle’s back for his fingers!

[strangesmallbard]

time to get controversial. i really don’t think rpf is inherently immoral. boundaries are still important—aka it’s wholly inappropriate to involve the real people, whether that’s showing up to a con with a NSFW manip or stalking/harassing them because a ship isn’t “canon” (both real situations i have seen online before). if you can maintain distance between a real person and their celebrity persona, i can’t see anything Wrong with rpf beyond my own disgust reaction. which isn’t helpful here.

however, i do think rpf about minors should be a hard line. there’s specific reasons for this besides the obvious—namely how child stars often don’t have any agency over their public personas or celebrity status overall. i think we can and should find a way to both address censorship concerns wrt posting online and Hey These Real Children Can Google Their Names.

also: there isn’t a huge ontological difference between rpf and historical fiction/biopics. this does not immediately prove my point but it’s compelling that the latter is far more acceptable than the former. i’m guessing fanfiction is the genre line here, but again, that’s still compelling.

[writing-for-life]

Long rant ahead (probably a bit less diplomatic than I usually am)…

I used to say this tbh because I was fairly anchored in another DC fandom for a long time (Batman), which I’ve more or less left for exactly those reasons. It’s one of the most misogynistic, racist, queer-phobic (despite the obligatory gay ship) spaces you will ever find (and it’s full of very young white fanboys who automatically lecture you if they find out you’re a woman, even if you were already in the fandom when they still shat their pants). That was already the case before social media took over (yeah, I’m really that old, I remember fandoms when all we had were comic cons and the odd real life meeting), and during those times, the Sandman fandom really *was* nicer and far, far more progressive (although Hob/Dream was also a thing back then, but it was a really small ship compared to what you see now. It already started with Ao3 before the show to be frank—fandom’s gonna fandom).

The longer I see the Sandman fandom on Tumblr (and social media in general), the more I change my mind about it. I had to block people because they inboxed me shite or passive-aggressively posted on their own wall every time I was just remotely critical about anything that seemed to threaten the ship (and I am usually fairly diplomatic in my phrasing)—even if it wasn’t about the fucking ship!

I don’t even have a problem with m/m ships. I'm bi and horny enough to find m/f, f/f and m/m interesting. Generally speaking though, I’m not a shipper, but I believe in SALS. Shipping quite frankly doesn’t interest me, and I am far more rooted in the comics than the show. I am much more interested in literature (that’s where my own writing comes in I guess), philosophy and ethical questions, and I think that’s where it starts. Because none of the problems are really “the ship”—the ship is only a symptom. But it’s impossible not to talk about the ship because it is so symptomatic for what’s going on that you can’t avoid it (or other people throw it at you, even if you haven’t mentioned it).

And it’s impossible to “curate your own space” if the ship dominates all the main tags; you can’t just “filter it”. And “creating your own content” is also a bit ridiculous if 76% of Sandman Ao3 tags are m/m (let’s face it, it’s one ship) and only 4% are f/f, with m/f making up the other 20% (so even straight (relation)ships hardly exist). It’s hard to “create your own experience” if people either can’t find it because it gets drowned out, and/or they refuse to reblog/share it. It becomes a self-perpetuating pipeline that’s impossible to break through at this stage. And if we don’t get that’s discouraging, and that people will stop creating content at some point if they don’t feel seen and supported after putting in so much work, then I really don’t know what else to say apart from: “That’s exactly how fandom pipelines work until only one thing exists.”

So one non-ranty, proactive suggestion: Even if you’re personally not super into one particular thing, but you care about your mutuals and their niche and want them to stay, just reblog their stuff (if you see it. I admit I don’t always, and things slip through because we’re not all on here 24/7, but it’s more about general trends than individual posts). It won’t kill you, there’ll still be enough left for your own interests.

But of course most don’t care if that content disappears because they don’t want to see it in the first place. And that’s why the fandom space is not fully inclusive—if there’s nothing left for some people’s interests, be it as a creator or consumer (and I dare remind people we’re not even talking about some super niche kink here), they will leave, or at least feel fairly alone.

I mean, we’ve seen it with the Femslash content. The amount of engagement, both here and on Ao3, is basically non-existent compared to other stuff. People don’t even give stories a chance. And most of that stuff was really well written. Again: I don’t always find the time to read a million fics either, but a simple like or reblog won’t hurt (even if you haven’t read it yet).

Funny anecdote: I currently publish a m/f OC fic, and while that has developed some traction over time and now does fairly ok (for a no smut, no reader-insert fic), I posted a chapter with Hob in it on Monday (he has one appearance in chapter 26 of 28). So I finally tagged him. Guess what happened to my hits? It was like magic! 😂

People aren’t even interested in Dream it seems (I sometimes think fandom actually hates him, but he’s good enough to be twinkified, feminised and fucked by Hob I guess), but if the two names appear in the tags together, they immediately check it.

Rachel and Johanna however? Firmly stuck on 27 hits, and that’s a canon relationship. Two women though, one of them black, nothing to see here, moving on.

It honestly is dire.

The (internalised) misogyny is staggering. I don’t care what people’s sexual fantasies are, in fact, I wholeheartedly support them. But I honestly need brain bleach when (mostly straight) women spout performative crap like: “Only m/m ships are truly equal, and by shipping m/m, we smash the patriarchy.”

Speak after me: “It’s okay if I want to see two guys fuck because I heavily project on at least one, if not both of them.” Part of “smashing the patriarchy” is owning up to your full being without shame, that includes your sexual fantasies. Making excuses for it with ridiculous mental gymnastics like “smashing the patriarchy by only centering men in everything” is internalised misogyny in full swing, but people can’t see it. And oh, it’s also homophobic, because it’s not inclusive but othering. But you’d probably need to be queer to actually understand why.

Also goes for posts that address this. I honestly think people are even scared to reblog certain content at this point because they worry they get harassed. And they do, we’ve all seen it. I was honestly a bit nervous to post that thing about “smashing the patriarchy via m/m ships”, but I guess once your reputation is ruined, you’re free 😂

And it must be possible to address fandom misogyny and racism without making it personal and insulting individual people. That’s the only hard limit for me because I lost someone to suicide four years ago, and while relentless online bullying and harassment weren’t the only reason, they were instrumental in her following through. So if it gets personal, I disengage. It’s just sometimes good to remember that we don’t always know everything about everyone, and that our assumptions about their choices and motivations might be wrong, but that just as an aside.

I generally don’t harbour any bad feelings or hold grudges against anyone, no matter what they ship or don’t ship. If people are arseholes, I unfollow or block. My mutuals come from many different corners of the fandom, and I appreciate them all, otherwise we wouldn’t be mutuals. But people need to check in on their discomfort around addressing problems in both fandom and text (I love Neil and think he’s trying to change what needs changing after all these years, but the comics aren’t always unproblematic, neither did everything work out perfectly for bringing it to the show) if they truly want the inclusive space they’re always talking about.

And yes, I freely admit it: Deep down, I *still* want to believe that it’s possible to remember what unites us in the first place (our love for a particular piece of art) while acknowledging and accepting we’re not all here for the same reasons (mostly thirsty escapism vs deeper engagement, although they’re definitely not mutually exclusive 😂). That it would be easier to listen to (and actually hear) each other, and bring on some sort of change, if we did. But it does feel hard to hold on to that belief sometimes. Because escapism is not an option for some people if they don’t feel included…

canon typical sunbreak bitching about their main fandom

i have seen multiple people saying s andman is one of the nicest fandoms they've ever been in and i'm like??? i'm glad it hasn't been a horrible experience for you. and i have met some absolutely wonderful people here that i hope to continue talking to for years to come. but also i feel like labeling this fandom as 'nice' does an incredible disservice to the appalling amounts of racism and misogyny here. the show's cast is made up of so many interesting and complex women, primarily black women, and yet most of the fandom gets tunnel vision about the white guys in this show. who are, in fact, in the minority. it makes me upset. in this aspect the s andman fandom is in no way a progressive, or kind, or a positive space to be in

[visceravalentines]

Smut Prompt: 67 with Bo 😏

"Did you touch yourself while I was gone?"

Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader

I felt like this prompt was made for Bo and I tried really hard to capture the feelings in my head, I hope I did okay. There's a little surprise I thought up at the end that I think will ring true with more than a few of us. 😏

2k words

Smut, orgasm denial & edging, so much masturbation my teenage self would be throwing up on the floor, voyeurism, oral (f! receiving), reader is called "good girl," Bo's filthy mouth and stellar personality

Bo woke up with a hunger. 

He woke you up with it too, running his fingers up and down your bare leg, his morning half-mast pressed against your ass. 

“Can I help you?” you mumbled, rolling over to face him. 

“Y’sure can,” he murmured as he drew you close and hitched your leg over his hip. 

You were awake in no time thanks to his kisses and caresses and sugar whispered in your ear. You rolled onto your back, pulled him on top of you, kissing him while he rutted against you. His messy hair was soft in your grip. He took your wrists, pinned them above your head, pinched your lip in his teeth, and then sat up. 

“I’ll be back,” he said. “Gotta run down to the station to meet Lester.”

“What the hell?” You stared at him, open-mouthed. 

“Can’t be helped, darlin’, he’s bringin’ by some supplies at 9:00.” He was out of bed, salvaging yesterday’s jeans off the floor and wincing as he pulled them gingerly over his erection. 

“You’re telling me you woke me up and got me all worked up and now you’re just leaving?”

“Oh, now, c’mon baby.” Bo flashed you that damn smirk as he buttoned up his shirt. “I’ll be back, don’t worry yourself none.” He leaned over you, kissed your cheek. “I’ll show you a real good time after I take care o’ this.”

You sighed. “Fine.”

“Y’forgive me?”

“I guess.”

He kissed your lips and took your chin in his fingers, gave you a serious, smoldering look. “You best be naked on this bed when I get back.”

“Oh now you’re making requests?”

He cocked an eyebrow. “‘S not a request, darlin’. And don’t go rubbin’ one out without me here to supervise, understand?”

“You’re awfully demanding.”

“Damn right, now tell me you understand.”

“I understand.”

“Good girl.” He kissed your forehead. “I’ll be back ‘fore you know it.” And just like that he was gone. 

You sighed again, flopped back onto the pillows. He could be such an ass. A damn cute one, though. You weighed the pros and cons of going back to sleep. He probably wouldn’t be gone long. 

But would he be gone long enough?

You wiggled back beneath the covers, slipping out of your shirt, and dropped your hand between your legs. He really had gotten you worked up. You rolled your palm experimentally against yourself, squirmed at the stimulation.

With your eyes locked on the door, you stripped off your panties and got comfortable, sliding two fingers into yourself, using your wetness to lubricate a circle around your clit - just one, at first, nice and slow. 

It felt good. It felt good to do it when he had specifically told you not to. Especially since he had excused himself early. 

You masturbated to the idea of him next to you, the memory of his hands and lips on your skin just minutes ago. You thought of his face if he were to walk in on you now, the way it would make his blood boil to see you blatantly disobeying him and having such a nice time doing it. He fucked so good when he was mad. You came with your face turned into his pillow and your nose full of the smell of his hair. 

You were dozing off in your post-orgasm glow when you heard the front door slam, followed by the creak of the stairs under heavy footsteps. You did your best to look as innocent as possible. 

“Now where were we, sweetness?” Bo said as he barged in. 

“I don’t remember,” you said, sitting up so the blankets fell to your waist and exposed your breasts. “Why don’t you come remind me?”

Bo was motionless. His fingers were frozen on the top button of his shirt. There was a shotgun-barrel glint in his eye. 

“Darlin’, did you touch yourself while I was gone?” His tone was honey-sweet and sharp.

Shit. You shook your head too quickly. “No.”

He squared up to you, cocked one eyebrow. “You lyin’ to me?”

“No sir.”

He dropped his hands to his sides and took three excruciating steps to the foot of the bed. His jaw was set. One corner of his lip twitched in a deadly smile. “You’re a shit liar, baby. You got that faraway look in those eyes.”

“I’m not lying!”

“C’mere and give me a kiss.”

You hesitated. You knew, and he knew, your lips were almost always supple and swollen after a good orgasm got your blood pumping. 

He caught your hesitation, was waiting for it, and shook his head woefully. “What did I tell you, darlin’?”

“I’m sorry,” you said hastily.

“You ain’t never been less sorry.”

“I was thinking about you!”

“I sure fuckin’ hope so, cause if you were thinkin’ ‘bout anyone else I’d have to kill ‘em in front of you.”

Damn, but you loved when he was mad. “Let me make it up to you.”

“Oh, you’re gonna.” He was unbuttoning his shirt as he spoke, set his boot against the frame of the bed. “Untie it.”

You obliged, and he heeled it off before repeating the process with the other boot. When he was stripped down to his boxers he crawled onto the mattress beside you. His body was long and lean. You reached for him and he swatted your hands away.

“Since you’re so good at gettin’ yourself off, why don’t you show me how it’s done?”

You pouted. “Bo.”

“Show me, darlin’, or I’ll go rub one out myself right now and leave you alone for the rest of the day.”

With a sigh, you stretched out next to him and let your hand wander to your folds. You were still sensitive, arching as you slipped your fingers back into your slit. When you glanced at Bo, his brow was still furrowed, but his jaw had unclenched and he was watching your hand with a ravenous expression. This was not the first time he’d watched you pleasure yourself, and every time the absolute greed on his face made you feel both exposed and aroused.

“‘S that how you like it, baby?” he muttered. He brushed the back of his knuckles across your hard nipple and you gasped. “I sure like watchin’ you.”

The buildup didn’t take long, especially with him right where you’d imagined him only minutes before, his tongue playing at the edge of his teeth, his fingertips gracing you with the lightest of touches. You moaned, pushing against your palm with his name on your lips.

And then his grip was on your wrist, yanking your hand away just before you reached your climax.

“Bo!” Your sultry whine transformed into an indignant yelp.

He was smiling a positively predatory smile. “Sorry, darlin’. I got jealous.” You huffed as the heat in the pit of your stomach receded. “Why don’t you try again? I’ll keep it together.”

“This is a stupid game.”

“What game? I just wanna watch you play with that pretty pussy.” Bo ran his thumb over your jaw. “C’mon. Be sweet for me.”

His gaze was absolutely smoldering. No one had bedroom eyes like Bo Sinclair.

You sighed and rested your hand against your pubic bone. “Kiss me?”

“Anythin’ for you.”

He pressed his lips to yours. The tip of your tongue met his. He tasted like cigarettes and the faint coolness of mint toothpaste.

With your fingers, you parted your folds, used your arousal as lubrication and started working your clit in circles. A soft moan slipped from your mouth to his.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “Fuck yourself for me.”

He could blaspheme his way through the pearly gates with that voice. A thrill shot through your core. You felt yourself get wetter, took advantage of it, sliding three fingers inside yourself, stretching around them.

“Goddamn.” Bo started grinding against your hip. “Never seen somethin’ so pretty.” You whimpered his name and he groaned, squeezing your breast, nipping at your earlobe. “Drivin’ me crazy.”

You clenched around your fingers, that rolling heat pooling in your hips. You tried to hold in a gasp, thinking somewhere in the fog of your brain that maybe you could sneak an orgasm past him.

No such luck. He cupped his hand over yours, held it there as you managed a few final thrusts, and pulled your fingers away at the last possible second.

A groan that sounded more like a sob escaped your lips. “I said I was sorry.”

“I bet you are.” He lifted your hand to his lips, kissed your knuckles, sucked on your fingertips. “Tastes like desperation, sweetness.”

“I want to cum, Bo.”

“Don’t we all, darlin’?”

“Will you help me?”

His eyebrows shot up. “Oh, y’want me now?”

“Yes I want you.”

“Here I thought I didn’t do it for you anymore.”

You shoved him. “I always want you.”

“Til I leave the room and you forget about me.”

“Stop.” You touched his chest. “Please, Bo.”

He considered you, weighing his desire to torment you over the desire to watch you fall apart in his hands. “I s’pose I can try my best. Ain’t makin’ no promises.”

You opened your legs, gave him your best puppy dog eyes. “Please.”

He licked his lips. “Alright. Since you’re askin’ so nicely.”

Bo repositioned himself between your legs, pushed them apart even wider, opening you up on full display. He ran his calloused hand up your thigh, sinking down onto his elbows, and blew a gentle puff of air on your swollen clit.

“Now, you keep those hands where I can see ‘em. I think you’ve used ‘em plenty today.”

His tongue was impossibly soft and wet and warm. He licked an experimental line up your slit and you writhed at the new sensation. “Take it easy,” he said. “Lemme take care of you.”

Bo had a filthy mouth in more ways than one. He ate you out with a forceful kind of delicacy, pushing his tongue further and further into you with every pass, stroking your clit with insistent tenderness. He had you on the precipice so fast and held you there, and you didn’t even mind with how good it felt, how handsome he looked between your thighs, stealing glances at you over the expanse of your body.

Your teeth sank into your lip, hands braced against the headboard. You were so close, twitching with anticipation, melting in his mouth.

And then he pulled away.

“Hey. Look at me.” You opened your eyes, heart pounding. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You,” you breathed. “It’s yours.”

“Little louder, darlin’.”

“It’s yours!”

He smirked. “You want me to make you cum, baby?”

“Yes,” you mewled, “please. Please.”

He rose up on his knees and reached his right hand up to your mouth. “Kiss the ring, darlin’.”

You didn’t hesitate. You pressed your lips to the metal, felt the insignia on your skin.

“Good girl,” he purred.

The next thing you knew, you felt that same insignia against your clit, the texture an irresistible contrast to the smooth curve of the band. It slipped smoothly through his spit and your arousal, cool and hard, and you cried out and clutched the sheets as it pushed you over the edge at last.

Your orgasm ripped through your body, roiling waves of bliss that permeated every last layer of you, all the way to your fingers and curling toes. Your hips bucked off the mattress, legs locking involuntarily around his hips.

“Bo, Bo, Bo,” you stammered, breathless.

When at last the world faded back in around you, you found him wearing a smug smile, drinking in the sight of you. “Well now if that wasn’t somethin’ special.” Bo held his hand up, examining his ring in the light. “Dear ol’ Daddy would be spinnin’ in his grave if he had one.”

He brushed your clit with his thumb and you squeaked. “Take a breather, baby, and then I’m gonna fuck you into next week.

“You been makin’ me wait all mornin’.”

[absolutebl]

Takara, Amagi, Communication Used to Subvert Seme/Uke plus some stuff about Ask v Guess cultures 

Takara might just have jumped to the top of my list of BL’s best communicators (post in progress).  

Still, I can’t wait, I haffa talk about this sequence now, okay? It’s from Episode 2 of Takara-kun and Amagi-kun (GaGa & Viki). 

Look it’s so important, what was said in these two scenes (capped above) - whether the translation is strictly accurate or not. 

First of all, how Takara expresses his frustration in the expectation that he be able to understand what Amagi is thinking (and wants) but ALSO that he expresses that having to ask about Amagi’s erratic behavior makes him feel unmanly.

ARGH. SO good.

Here’s why: 

I’ve talked about this before with the issues behind seme/uke dynamics and that one of those things inherent to that dynamic is that the seme is expected to read the uke’s mind and understand what he wants. He has to do this so he can make the decision for the uke (especailly with regards to sex) so the uke is not made impure by desire (because the uke is associated with pure virginal innocence). 

This results in the idea that a manly man just “knows what his baby” desires. (And it being romantic to glorify this aspect.) 

Also it is unmanly for the seme to have to talk about feelings, his own confusion (is a feeling) but also his uke’s over emotional reactions to situations = more feelings (gasp). 

This is a huge issue with romance in general - in fiction AND in real life. That women, primarily, expect men, primarily, to understand what they want (in bed or out of it) WITHOUT talking about it.

Honestly if you want to do a thing, or have it done to you, YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO TALK ABOUT IT FIRST.

This fatal flaw in het and seme/uke dynamics, is what leads to some serious issues like romanticizing dub-con (he "just knows” that she “wants it” so he doesn’t have to have consent) which discolors BL and Kdramas, (see frustrations with Mame’s currently airing Love in the Air). Not to mention so many narratives driven by willful miscommunication.

The fact that it’s Japan in a high school BL that’s tackling this issue head on shouldn’t be surprising - but that they did it so openly and so early on in a series we’re led to believe is going to be all about willful miscommunication?

Brilliant.

Takara is defined by his unwillingness to act initially because he is afraid of the depth of his own feelings, acting on them (and what he really desires) but also talking about them and expressing them to the object of his desire. 

It’s kind of magical that he is such a communicator, but that was because he almost lost Amagi through misunderstanding already and his fear of losing his boy is greater than his fear of expressing his feelings and asking about Amagi’s. 

ALSO! 

Conflating manliness with being diminished by having to ask/talk about feelings is touching on the difference between an ask culture and a guess culture. (Most, but not all, western cultures are ask cultures and most, but not all, Asian cultures are guess cultures.) 

The intrinsic social differences between ask/guess also contributes to wide scale misinterpretations of narrative from western audiences especially around familial and friendship involvement and intimacy in each others lives. There’s an essay in there somewhere but I don’t have time or inclination. Still I rec reading up on the difference when you have time, it’s truly fascinating.) 

Finally, since this series is using voice over to peek into BOTH character’s heads we are being shown constantly that “guess” is not going to work. Takara does not understand Amagi (that’s part of why he likes him, I think) so we know he MUST get up the courage (and go against his seme nature to) ask. Also Amagi doesn't understand Takara, so he’s going to have to LEARN to ask. Hopefully that’s his character arc. 

This is exactly the opposite of Love in the Air where we only get VO from the uke’s perspective, and it’s being used as an excuse to exacerbate the damaging idea that a good seme knows what his uke wants, and takes without asking, because that’s just “so hot.” 

(source) 

[not-a-perfect-metaphor]

Goodnight! sorry to bother you again, but could you give me more details about that TAW transcript? He was talking about the Js wasn't he? The reason he was banned from the cons was because harassment or was it because he insinuated something about the Js? Also I saw a post by Kelios I think it talks about TAW living with Jared and that he was not discreet, like making videos that implied that Jensen was at Jared's house when he shouldn't have been. That's true? Does this video exist?

You’re never bothering me!

And…yep. Yes. He was talking about the Js.

As for the harassment thing, there were allegations of harassment, but interestingly enough they weren’t connected to Vegascon 2015, which I actually didn’t even know until fairly recently, and Travis’s ban (via Cliff) was directly following that convention.

So like…I don’t know.

The timing is just…interesting. But I have a bit more to add to that, and I’ll get to it.

Not to mention, here’s a bit of what Travis had to say on the ban:

“-and I can’t go into details about why. But Cliff and I had a disagreement. And Cliff was like, ‘I’m just not comfortable with having him on.’ You know, I got on the panel, and you know…I just didn’t know the things that you’re supposed to say or not to say. Cliff is the boys’ main security. Like…and I get that he-…had an issue with that. But the bottom line is…I don’t have that kind of power.”

Now, what specifically did he say about the Js during his panel (in case anyone needs that info)?

Travis (in response to a question about a rumor that Jared and Jensen didn’t like each other):

“Are you joking? I’ve never seen two guys love each other more.”

“I’m surprised they have wives at home…”

Lol.

So I mean…🤷‍♂️

Plus he then went on to talk about how they can’t handle being separated from each other.

Now, that being said, let’s take a moment and go with the theory that those particular comments were genuinely what fueled Cliff’s decision to ban Travis from future panels.

A. That would be one of the worst decisions, hands down, in the entire history of trying to conceal homosexual relationships. Like…dude, the notion that the ban was based even just in part on what Travis said about the Js is still to this day 99% of what people focus on when discussing this whole issue. So…A++ on that one, Cliff.

But -

B. I do not actually believe that those panel comments were the reason behind the ban. At least not directly. And to clarify, based on quite a few compelling pieces of evidence, including Travis’s own accounts of not just the ban but also of his time spent with the Js in general, I think the real motivation was mainly to distance him from the ‘inner circle’ and yes, to remove him from the conventions equation, but because of the worry that he could end up saying something that might actually cause some very real damage.

Like, I think his comments drew enough focus back to that fear of what he could say (alongside some comments that I guess he made later, after the con, while out with some of the cast) to motivate Cliff to go ahead with pushing him out, but I also think that had probably already been brewing for some time.

I know Travis, and listen. He can be a charismatic guy. But the dude isn’t exactly discreet. One, he talks…A LOT. And he doesn’t always think things through before the words come out of his mouth. Two, he likes to have a drink or two (or ten), and that only exacerbates the first thing.

I also know that there were at least a handful of occurrences (beyond his Vegascon panel) where there was concern about him saying and/or insinuating too much, and I think it was just…everything, all of it, that spurred the decision to ban him from conventions.

It certainly was poorly planned…yes. Because it ended up looking like it was quite possibly due to his specific panel comments, which (regardless of how much or how little that actually played any role in the decision) of course only accomplished the exact opposite of what Cliff was aiming for.

But…yeah. I just think there was absolutely a lot more to it.

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Edit: I don’t know of the specific video you’re referencing, but I’ll certainly dig around and find out for all our sakes! 😘❤️