I got a message over on Reddit that they're tired of all the lesbians in my stories.
One the one hand, I can sort of see how someone would think that I write too many lesbians.
They're entitled to their opinion! It's a wrong opinion, but they're still entitled to it.
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Cheers to another fanfic!
Twilight In Bishova form.
Yelena’s not asexual or Arc here so if you have a problem go cry to your mother about it ;)
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Why can't gay men and enbies just have a space to themselves? Like I'm sorry but cis women especially have such a long track record of fetishizing us/excluding us from our own spaces.
Not to mention the way they find ways to infantalize us.
This blog makes me feel like a person. I'm so tired of being reduced to uwu soft boy content because I'm gay. It happens with bi men too. Literally any mlm relationship actually.
Something not being for you isn't terf rhetoric. Also love to see you throw that word around because excluding transfems is literally op viewing transfems as women. You really didn't stop to think before you posted that, this is the opposite of terf ideology.
Sbdusgsjsbs I'm so sorry to go on a rant but I'm tired of seeing such entitlement when we set boundaries.
-tired anon.
thank you. it's so fucking crazy to me bc i can bet you my left ballsack that they're white women too 💀💀 they're the ones being transphobic in the process of "calling me out" too like? im literally trans?
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I Write Dark Shit, Get Over It!
TW: Rape, Sexual Assault.
Most people know me from my very cute and cozy romances but what people don't also know is that I wrote two books that have dub-con. I will never be one of those queer people who think that they have to subscribe to respectability politics.
I am a rape survivor and an abuse survivor. I have gone through hell and back. I believe that there is a time and a place for dark content (and yes that includes obvious rape fantasies). This is how I work out my trauma and my dark kinks in a safe environment. Because at the end of the day, it's all fiction.
This is not everyone's thing. Hell, it's not every rape survivor's thing. We all deal with our trauma in our own ways. But as an author, I will always give you content warnings in both the book and on my website. I will ways do this so you can know what you are getting into and you can CONSENT to what you are about to read.
There are some authors like E.J. James who obviously do not care about survivors. However, they are some authors (myself very much included) who DO care.
You have triggers or squicks. That is fine. I will always respect that, but what pisses me off when folks want the whole thing abolished because it makes them uncomfortable. Queer people deserve representation that is messy and dark too. It's not all rainbows and unicorns here in the LGBTQ+ community and that needs to be reflected too in a safe space.
And guess what is a safe space? FICTION!
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Frozen (Disney Movies), Teen Titans (Animated Series)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Elsa (Disney), Anna (Disney) (mentioned), Robin (DCU), Koriand'r (DCU), Victor Stone, Raven (Teen Titans), Garfield Logan
Additional Tags: Crossover, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Self-Indulgent, the crossover nobody asked for, but you're getting it anyway
Series: Part 1 of Through It All
Summary:
She was never supposed to be there in the city like that, never supposed to follow that streak in the sky, never supposed to meet a group of teens with powers almost like hers. She just wants to put it behind her and pretend it never happened.
Until she doesn't.
AKA: The Frozen/Teen Titans crossover literally nobody asked for
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This is a little outside my usual wheelhouse fanfic wise. I actually wrote this back in September of last year but never shared it because... well, like I said, not my usual thing.
But recently I decided to continue it because I had fun with it so... here you go!
It’s a weird little crossover, but if you decide to give it a read I greatly appreciate it.
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Please, for the love of god, please don’t be this person. No matter how long it’s been since an update, no matter how many unfinished stories are sitting on their account, no matter what - do not be this person.
Not only is it insanely rude, but you also do more damage than you think be being such a self-entitled ass about something someone created for free and for fun. “This author” can see what you say.
RIP decency indeed.
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nanami kento comes home on a saturday afternoon, hands full of groceries and hair freshly cut. in the distance, he hears his precious wife humming along to her favorite soundtrack. you must not have heard him come in. he smiles to himself, setting the groceries on the counter, but not unloading them. that can wait. right now, he wants to hold you.
he slips out of his shoes, padding quietly to the laundry room where you are folding towels. you have your back to him, headphones lodged in your ears. as nanami gets closer, the music bleeding from your headphones becomes audible. he chuckles softly. no matter how many times he tells you it's bad for your ears, you insist on listening to your music at just below full volume.
snaking his arms around your waist, you jump at the sudden contact. nanami presses his chest against your back as you take out your headphones, leaning into his touch. you sway in silence for a moment, nanami resting his chin on your shoulder. when you turn to face him, your expression changes at the sight of his hair.
"your hair," you state dumbly. "you cut it."
"yes," your husband muses. "is there something wrong with it?"
"no, no!" you assure nanami, studying his hair. "i just wasn't expecting it. you normally have me do it, which you know i don't mind doing."
"i know, but i didn't want to bother you on your cleaning day."
your expression softens at his words. nanami, your ever loving, ever caring husband, always thinking about you before himself. you reach one hand up, smoothing the hair down the back of his neck. as you bring your hand up, the freshly cut hair pricks your palm, and nanami lets out a low hiss.
you immediately apologize, pulling away. "did that hurt?"
"yes, but it's okay. it felt... good," nanami confessed. "... do it again. please." his voice is thick and demanding, and you obey without hesitation.
this time, you use just the tips of your fingertips to graze his undercut, beginning at the base of his neck. his breathing quickens as you continue to to run your hands through his undercut, going up and down, switching from one hand to both, thumbs caressing the sides of the cut. the laundry room fills with his melodic whimpers and faint groans. his eyes are shut tight, teeth digging into his bottom lip.
"fuck..." he cusses lowly.
"you okay, nani?" you giggle, stopping momentarily. his eyes flash open, pupils blown. "kento?"
"let's go to the bedroom," he insisted, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the master bedroom. you barely have time react before nanami pushes you back on to the bed, practically ripping your leggings off.
"kento, what are you doin-" you try to protest, his hands clamping around your wrist and bringing them down to grip his hair. his head disappears between your leg, lips latching around your clit. involuntarily, your fingers tighten around his sharp undercut. he moans into your cunt, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body.
from then on, nanami kento always got an undercut.
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