#ITS MY FIRST ENGLISH FANFIC EVER (at least online) I AM SO SCARED////////////

[miyakuli]

Shot through the heart

Fandom: Helluva Boss Ship: Stolitz Genre: Fluff/Comfort/Pining/Post-Sinsmas/StolitzWeek2025

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63143428

Note: It's my first fanfiction in English but also the first one I publish online, so I'm super nervous and just hope that you'll enjoy it a little bit ;v;) A big thank you to @watermelonandporridge for proofreading and for all the advices <333 and thank you to my VIPs @a-small-constellation & @sunny5656 for your feedback :) <3

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I.M.P. Headquarters was as chaotic as ever. Papers were strewn across desks, coffee mugs were half-empty and a faint smell of gunpowder hung in the air. Stolas stood awkwardly by the door with a stack of files clutched to his chest. His talons tapped nervously against the documents as he glanced around the room, unsure of where to start. He felt ridiculous. He was a Goetic prince—a former prince, he corrected himself bitterly—and yet here he was, about to start his first day as a secretary for a small assassination business.

Leaning back in his chair, his boots resting on his desk, Blitz grinned mischievously at his hesitation. "Relax birdie, the office ain't gonna self-destruct when you walk in."

Stolas cleared his throat, trying to hide his discomfort. "I… I still doubt whether I'm competent enough for the job. I've never been a secretary before."

Blitz waved his hand nonchalantly. "Meh, it's not rocket science. Just answer the phone, file some shit and be pretty. You've already nailed that last part." Blitz winked at him, and Stolas felt his feathers puff up in embarrassment.

"Blitz, please," Stolas murmured, his tone both exasperated and affectionate. He wasn't sure whether the imp was teasing him or genuinely complimenting him, and he'd misinterpreted his intentions enough in the past not to fall into his fantasies again.

He took a deep breath and finally crossed the threshold, adjusting the collar of his new blouse as he went (specially chosen by Millie for a casual but ‘badass’ style). Loona didn't give him a single look from the sofa, too absorbed by her phone, while Moxxie and Millie were acting all lovey-dovey as ever. With a final sigh, he sat down at his desk, determined to make himself useful.

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After a few weeks, the ex-prince slowly got used to his new role. He still felt a little awkward, but the other members—his colleagues—did everything they could to help him fit in. Even Loona, who usually lacked patience, made an effort not to rush him. As for Blitz, he never failed to encourage him while slipping in flattering and seductive comments. Stolas didn't know if he was imagining it, but he could feel Blitz's gaze lingering on him and his voice always seemed to soften when they were alone together. Despite everything, he refused to hope that anything could happen between them.

But while the atmosphere in the office was harmonious, the rest of Hell was not so welcoming.

It happened with the arrival of a new customer who looked at the bird with disdain as soon as he entered. Stolas tried to brush this off and greeted him politely, automatically reciting his lines.

"Welcome to I.M.P.! Whoever ruined your day won't live another! Who do we have to kill for you, sir?"

Before he had any time to react, the demon grabbed Stolas by the collar and brought his face dangerously close to his.

"A Goetia scumbag, playing secretary? His majesty has fallen very low, pathetic!" he spat at him, throwing him violently against the wall.

Stolas froze in shock. The weight of those words slammed into his face, reminding him of what he had lost and how vulnerable he was.

But a gunshot interrupted suddenly his dark thoughts.

He saw the customer groaning, holding his arm where a bullet had scratched it. Blitz was standing not far away, holding him at gunpoint, his expression so dark that if looks could kill, the demon would already be six feet under.

"Hey asshole! If you have a problem with my sexy employee, you'll have to go through me! Get the fuck out before I blow your fucking head off!" he threatened.

In no time, the unpleasant customer fled, but not without muttering insults under his breath. Stolas came to his senses, shaken but unharmed, and reassured his protector. "It's okay, Blitz. Don't worry, I'm used to it."

"Well you shouldn't be!" he said more sharply than he meant to.

He grabbed Stolas' arm in a firm but gentle grip. "C'mon, I’m gonna teach you how to shoot."

Stolas raised his eyebrows. "I beg your pardon?"

“You heard me birdbrain. No way in Hell I’m letting some bastard manhandle you again.”

At Blitz's possessive tone, Stolas felt a growing warmth in his chest. But once again, he didn't want to jump to conclusions. It couldn't be… Right?

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"I still don't understand why I have to do this..." Stolas muttered, swaying nervously as he tried to adjust his grip on the weapon.

Blitz rolled his eyes. "Becauuuuuse, you're not magic anymore, remember? And we don't live in a fucking Care Bear world where people are going to bow down at your feet. If you want to work with us, you need to learn how to handle yourself, Stols."

Stolas pretended to sulk but didn't retort. He hated feeling so powerless.

The imp had taken him to an abandoned hangar that he occasionally used for shooting practice. In front of him were targets, each marked with crude drawings of animals that Blitz had scribbled.

"Um… Blitz? Why the seahorses?" he asked, pointing cautiously at one.

"They're horses with no legs, it's diabolical," he replied in a raspy voice.

Stolas chuckled softly, then turned his attention back to the target. He felt clumsy and held the gun as if it might bite him. He heard what sounded like a scraping noise on the ground and, after a quick glance, noticed that Blitz had dragged a box over to climb on and stand at his level.

He immediately felt strong, calloused hands on his, adjusting his grip on the pistol handle in a way so gentle it made his insides tingle.

“Alright, rule number one: don't hold it like it's a fragile cup of tea. Hold it firmly but not too tight either."

Stolas swallowed. Blitz was close—far too close. He could feel the heat of his body against his feathers and his breath lightly tickled the back of his neck, almost making him chirp. It was intoxicating. He tried as hard as he could to pay attention to his words, even though all he could hear was his own heart beating wildly.

"Now spread your legs, keep your balance. Yeah, just like that." Blitz's voice grew softer and softer, almost sensual.

Oh Lucifer! He was doing this on purpose, wasn't he?

"And… now what?" Stolas murmured, trying to contain a sigh so as not to betray his desire.

"Now line up your shot, breathe in and—"

The shot went off, sending Stolas staggering backwards, but Blitz easily caught him with a hand on his waist. The bullet landed slightly above the centre of the target, which wasn't bad at all for a first attempt.

Blitz whistled at that sight. "Not bad, feathers."

Stolas huffed. "You're only saying that because I haven't made a complete fool of myself."

"Nah, I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it," Blitz said with a smirk. He stepped back, letting his hand softly caress the side of his fluffy waist.

Stolas' heart skipped a beat. No, he couldn't have imagined this. Blitz's expression softened, as he stared at the big bird with a look of tenderness in his eyes

"You really are doing good, y’know. And uh…" he cleared his throat before continuing, "I like seeing you like this, I mean… you deserve to be happy".

The sincerity in Blitz’s voice took Stolas by surprise. He was definitely trying to finish him off. Maybe—just maybe—he wasn’t misinterpreting things this time.

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The days passed and shooting lessons became part of their respective routines. Although Stolas had no innate talent for the discipline, he gradually improved. Blitz felt a sense of pride every time he hit the target without wobbling too much. And he couldn't help but melt when he watched him looking so serious, with his tongue sticking out slightly as he concentrated on getting his aim right. It made him want to tease him, and he was always ready to slip in a few flirtatious words or to run his hands down those long—terribly sexy—legs when he corrected his posture.

One afternoon, Stolas was quietly sorting out some contracts while the rest of the team was out on a mission. His mind wandered to the captivating dynamic at play between him and the scarlet demon. He had clearly noticed all his furtive glances and touches, making him falter dangerously. Blitz had been so sweet and affectionate since Sinsmas that he was almost starting to hope for more.

No, no, he must just feel guilty and responsible for me. Or he has a secretary kink and it's not because it's me.

If only...

He shook his head to get rid of these thoughts.

Suddenly, the comfortable silence in the office was shattered as a portal opened and Blitz, Moxxie, Millie and Loona burst in. They all looked panicked and were breathing frantically.

"Sir, close the portal! Close it now!!" Moxxie shouted, scrambling to his feet.

But before he could do so, a massive figure emerged, shouting at the top of his lungs:

"DIE ALL YOU FILTHY DEMONS!!"

The human was huge and armed to the teeth. His face was contorted with rage and his pupils moved in all directions as if he had lost his mind. He then fired in bursts, bullets ricocheting all over the room.

"Shit, TAKE COVER!" Blitz yelled as he pulled his daughter behind a desk, dodging a few bullets that whizzed past their heads.

Moxxie and Millie took cover and Stolas quickly followed suit. The couple tried as best they could to return fire, but the human spun around in such a mad frenzy that it was difficult to hit him and his shots flew into every corner, piercing the walls and sending paper flying everywhere.

Hidden behind his desk, Stolas felt his heart and mind racing. Without his magic, the weight of his powerlessness resurfaced. His gaze found the gun that Blitz had urged him to keep close at hand, resting above him. The man's hateful screams continued to ring in his ears, as he reached for it with his trembling talons.

"Stolas, stay down!" Blitz ordered, but he couldn’t stand by and do nothing.

Not again.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, recalling everything Blitz had taught him. There was no room for doubt. He rose from his hiding spot, anchored his legs to the ground, aligned the sights of his gun and pulled the trigger. One shot, then a second. The human suddenly collapsed with a thud in a pool of blood, hit right in the head.

The office fell silent again, except for the sound of Stolas' panting breath. He slowly lowered his weapon, still shaking with adrenaline. Blitz, who had been preparing to charge a few seconds earlier, stood frozen in astonishment, staring at the bird with wide-eyed awe.

He rushed towards him, a large grin spreading across his face. "Holy shit, Stolas, that was—" He pulled Stolas into a tight embrace, lifting him off the ground in excitement. "Incredible! You really saved our asses!"

The Goetia let out a gasp of surprise before laughing softly, still a little shaken by what had happened. "I didn't really think, to be honest, my body just moved on its own."

Blitz, still holding him in his arms, looked at him with eyes shining with admiration as his cheeks flushed slightly. "I've gotta admit, that was hot."

His words hung in the air and Stolas felt his feathers rise with anticipation. "I had a good teacher," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

Blitz chuckled, "You mean, the BEST," then his voice softened and he slowly took his hand, as if it was the most precious thing in the world. "But really Stols, you're amazing…"

Stolas lost himself in his gaze, and he felt that maybe this was finally the moment he had been waiting for.

"Blitz, I…" Stolas began, squeezing his in return. But before he could continue, the intimate moment was disrupted by the noise of someone clearing their throat.

"Um, not to interrupt whatever… this is," Moxxie said, while waving his hand vaguely between Blitz and Stolas, "but have we just witnessed a human invasion? This is a serious issue we need to address in a future meeting."

"Yeah, that was pretty intense!" Millie added before facing Stolas with bright enthusiasm, "Also, Stolas, that was amazing, was it really your first fight?! Well done!"

That made him smile. "Thank you. I'm just glad everyone's alright."

Blitz groaned, running a hand over his face in exasperation. "Can you two NOT ruin the moment for five fucking minutes?! We're having a thing here!"

Stolas blinked, caught off guard. We what? His heart suddenly sped up. He hesitantly turned to Blitz, eager to ask. "A… thing? What do you mean by that, Blitz?"

Blitz froze and swayed slightly, unsettled by the question. "Oh shit," he muttered. He scratched the back of his neck nervously, avoiding Stolas' eyes. "I mean, you know… a thing. Like… an 'us' thing."

Stolas insisted again, his voice confused but hopeful, "An 'us' thing? Blitz, I… I'm not sure I understand."

Millie and Moxxie, for their part, exchanged glances, hesitating whether to watch the scene or slip away discreetly. It was Loona who made the first move.

"Ugh, I'm out. This is way too much sap for me."

She walked out, rolling her eyes exaggeratedly, still scrolling through her phone.

Moxxie then whispered to his wife, "We should probably give them some space." He tugged at her hand, since she was too caught up in the romantic atmosphere now filling the room.

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As the three slipped out, Blitz stepped a little closer, his eyes finding Stolas' with unexpected tenderness.

Stolas' voice was no more than a whisper. "What did you mean, Blitz? What does this…"—his eyes flickered to their joined hands—"… mean?"

Blitz took a deep breath and gave his talon a small squeeze, as if to summon the courage to speak.

"Look, Stolas, I'm not great at this whole… feelings bullshit. But after everything that happened—the crystal, the trial, that ice queen Disney pigeon—it made me realize… I care about you. Like, REALLY care. And I don't want to screw things up again."

He paused for a moment, and took another step, this time with more confidence. "I want more than just this. More than just the jokes, the teasing. I want something real, Stolas. I want you."

Those words—the very ones he had longed to hear his entire life—came from the person he loved more than anything in the world. His legs gave out, and he sank to the ground. Tears began to stream down his cheeks and he tried to hold back small hiccups but the emotion was overwhelming.

His reaction made Blitz panic a little, and he leaned towards him, worried. "Hey, hey… don't cry, pretty bird. Fuck, I didn't mean to—"

But then, suddenly, a chirping noise echoed through the air and it was the most delightful melody to the imp's ears. Stolas laughed, a soft, adorable sound, his breath catching small gasps as emotion took over.

"You're saying you want more with me? You?" he said, a mix of amusement and wonder in his voice.

Blitz smiled at him warmly. "Yeah. I've wanted it for a while now."

Stolas smiled back through his tears, and Blitz gently slid his thumb over his cheek, wiping them away. They moved closer, their faces only inches apart. And with that, their lips met in a soft, almost candid kiss, years of longing reflected in that single touch. As they pulled away, their eyes locked, and their fingers naturally intertwined, a comforting silence enveloping them.

"Is this a dream, I wonder…" Stolas whispered, his voice thick with emotion."I never thought it could be possible."

Blitz replied teasingly, "Well, I'm full of surprises!"

This made Stolas let out a small laugh, and he leaned in to kiss him again, this time without hesitation. He placed his hand on Blitz’s chest and added in a seductive tone, "I guess I've got good aim with more than just weapons. Looks like I've hit you right in the heart."

The imp blinked in surprise before bursting out laughing. "You—" he giggled a little more, "You stupid bird!" and pulled him into an affectionate hug. "Guess I'm the one who got shot this time, huh?"

Stolas' feathers fluffed up in delight. "Perhaps. But I'd say we both hit the bullseye."

Blitz rolled his eyes without hiding the fondness in his expression. "Yeah, yeah. Don't get too cocky, birdie. I'm still the better shot."

"Of course, darling," the bird replied in a smooth voice. "But I think we make a pretty good team, don't you?"

And as he gently pressed his forehead against Stolas', Blitz whispered in a sweet voice, one he reserved only for him.

"Yeah. We fucking do."

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BONUS

Behind the slightly open office door, Loona leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and let out a quiet sigh of relief. Moxxie watched the scene with a gentle smile, while Millie jumped up and down with stars in her eyes.

"Awwww, they're so cute together. It’s about time they stopped dancing around each other," she said, delighted by how things were turning out.

"Yes, finally! And now that Blitz has a boyfriend, he'll stop spying on us in bed for good," her husband grumbled.

Loona stretched, feigning indifference. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't expect me to start calling him 'dad' or anything."

The imp couple giggled heartily, and the teenager couldn't quite hide the small satisfied smile that crept onto her lips.

[ladyvader23]

Why I Think FanFiction is Important and Should be Normalized

I like to listen to youtube or podcasts while I play video games, usually on informational subjects. The other day I thought, “Maybe there’s some interesting fanfic commentators out there like there are for fiction writers!” 

Oh boy. I was wrong. 

There were a few one off videos. There’s one wonderful channel that I already knew about that talks about it (ColeyDoesThings). But the majority of videos were so negative. They were usually making fun of fics they considered bad or creepy, as if that represents all fanfic.

On top of that, I’ve met a lot of people both online and in real life who are either afraid to admit that they write fanfic, or they think fanfic is weird because of these popular depictions of fanfic in media. 

Before I continue, I think it’s really important to say that it’s totally fine to not want to talk about your writing or reading habits. I had a friend who had to hide writing fanfic because her parents would ground her if she did. I’ve had other friends who just see it as a hobby and they don’t want to draw attention to it, and I’ve had some who hide it because they’re legitimately worried about how people will react. That’s completely valid and I totally support that 100%. Do what makes you happy and safe! 

For me, though, I make it a point to be open about the role fanfiction has in my life. Without fanfiction, I wouldn’t have the job I have, or the friends I’ve made. I wouldn’t feel like me without it. For a long time, fanfiction was the only support I had to pursue who I wanted to be. 

This is my story. 

I have a learning disability. That in itself is a really long story, so to make it short, it made writing really, really difficult. English was consistently my lowest grade throughout my entire childhood and teen years. My English teachers HATED me. I can count...maybe two or three teachers who treated me like my writing had any worth? 

And what was worse is that I didn’t even know what I had to explain it to anyone until halfway through high school. By then, any “help” the school system had ever offered me was tailored to issues I didn’t have, and my mother had to explain every single year to my IEP coordinators what help I actually needed. 

I started writing fanfic probably when I was in seventh grade? It was hand written and was for Final Fantasy 10. I never published it, but I still remember the plot. My first published fanfic was for InuYasha. It was collaborative with my cousin, and it was reaaaaally badly written. I don’t even remember the title, actually, but it was a wild fic. It was my first real opportunity to experience fandom, to hear anything back from readers about what they thought of my writing. And I learned from that experience. I learned even more as I branched out to other fandoms. And because I had readers, it encouraged me to actually practice by writing more. 

While fanfic comments can be negative and unproductive, I’ve had plenty of readers very nicely point out “hey, when someone else starts speaking, that’s a new paragraph.” Literally, I’d NEVER known that before someone said it in a review. I’ve also had people point out good grammar resources that I could use. I had people offer insight on how story structure works and doesn’t work. I learned about giving characters real flaws. I learned about creating conflicts that people actually care about and relate to. Most of these comments weren’t meant to educate, necessarily, but when people reacted a certain way, I wondered, “Why do they feel that way? What did I do right, what did I do wrong? How can I improve?” Then I tried out whatever I learned in a new story or chapter. 

And yeah. Sometimes people just don’t jive with a story, or they’re trolls. But you know what? I learned from that too! I learned how to respond or not respond when people just don’t like what you’ve written and there’s nothing you can really do about it. That’s a skill I’ve translated into other parts of my life outside of writing. 

Through all of this, from my first fanfic to the ones I write now, I’ve learned so much about my writing and about who I am as a person. I’ve had the opportunity to meet so many cool people from all over the world, which in itself has been a seriously positive, life-changing experience! 

But much of my life, I was constantly being told that I couldn’t do it, to not even bother trying. I’d go to school where I had teachers who took one look at my IEP and before they’d even given my writing a chance, treated me like a failure. I once tried to show one of my teachers one of my stories. It was a Twilight fanfic (I was sixteen and it was the height of the craze). I knew my teacher loved Twilight, and I’d seen her make connections with other students over their shared interest. I just wanted to connect with her, too, to show that even though my strength isn’t in what she wanted me to write, I still mattered. I still had a place in her classroom. But I didn’t even finish asking her to read a little before she told me she was “too busy” (and then proceeded to give me an F because I did the entire worksheet, not “just the even number questions.” Like seriously, what?). 

It was really conflicting. On one hand, fanfic was so much fun, I had positive and constructive feedback on my stories, and I felt like I’d improved enough to go toe-to-toe with anyone else naturally gifted in writing. On the other hand, I had every authority figure in my life telling me to not bother. When I went to college, I really wasn’t sure I knew what to do. I had dreams to be a writer, but maybe people online were just being nice and I was better off doing something else. 

But I signed up to major in English anyway, and to my surprise, my college professors were way more supportive. Feedback was actually constructive. I didn’t have any kind of IEP equivalent attached to my name or record, which...brings up a lot of other concerns I have about the American education system because seriously, why are we judging people’s abilities like that??? But for the first time, I felt like I had a real chance. I graduated in English education, and though I left education because I have a lot of issues with how America runs its education system, I still work in a job where I write their entire policy and procedures. I literally write all day, and when I’m done with work, I write either my fanfiction or my own personal WIP. 

If I hadn’t had any of that positive experience with fanfic and the community that surrounds it, I wouldn’t have made the decision to do English as my major in college. I wouldn’t have a job I love. I wouldn’t have the friends I have. I feel like as a whole, I wouldn’t have as much passion as I do for stories...which is a HUGE part of who I am! 

I talk openly and positively about fanfic because there are others out there who might be like me. If all they hear about is how dorky or weird or creepy fanfic is, then that might scare them off. And what if fanfic leads them to supportive, wonderful friends? What if it leads them to a career option that makes them really happy? Or, you know, what if they just want to have a lot of fun and fanfic can do that for them (because you can totally just have fun, you don’t HAVE to learn or get anything else from fanfic)? 

I think we need to normalize fanfiction. Yes, there are negatives, we shouldn’t not address those, but when it’s positive, let’s talk about that! I think this particular site is really good at that, but I mean in real life. Maybe on other platforms too, I don’t know. I just have a lot of feelings about why fanfic is so important, and I just wanted to share my story to at least explain some of that. 

Feel free to add your own experiences, I’d love to hear them from either writers of fanfic or readers! 

[tartareus]

Do you condone/ship incest? I was reading your rules and got confused about your sentence where you said if people are uncomfortable with fictional consensual incest this isn’t the blog for you. Except Incest is incest regardless of if it’s fiction

hi there, friend, how do you do?

while i'm not particularly fond of anons (nex time you'd like to discuss something regarding my rules and/or character portrayal, i strongly encourage you to do so via ims - i don't bite, and if our points of view don't quite match? that's alright, i promise i'll leave you in peace :) ) for various reasons, i'm so glad you've read my rules (that probably makes you one of the few who follow me - at least i presume you do, idk - who has done so, so thank you so much!), i cannot stress enough how important they are to me. if i happen to follow you, rest assured that i have read yours (unless, ofc, i couldn't find one in your blog - in any case, if i happen to accidentally break one of yours, just hmu or gimme a nudge).

considering that you've asked more than one question, i'll answer to you in separate sections - needless to say that while i break it down your questions, the answer might become a little longer than usual (again, i'm sorry). i'll keep this tagged, in case any of my followers don't feel like reading about this. without further ado, let’s dive in.´

“do you condone/ship incest?”

short answer? nope. but that is not a black or white question i’m afraid. no, i – nox, the human behind this blog of fictional characters – personally do not condone incest , never have and never will, and  don’t ship it. i do, however, ship consanguinamory on rare occasions, and when i do happen to write it i never do it in a good light.

for those who are not familiar with the term, here’s a little bit of info about it x && x. in short, the key difference between them is: incest is usually linked abuse (a fictional example that can be used, taking in consideration one of my very own muses, in this case is margot verger – who was sadly abused by her brother in the hannibal books) while consanguinamory (the lannisters, for example, or even the sharpe siblings from crimson peak are examples of consanguineous relationships) is the consensual romantic and/or sexual relationship between members of the same family who are of consenting age.

[ personally, i find both of them gross as fuuck irl but when it comes to fictional works i may get over this first disgust and ponder more on that && take in consideration the characters arch, plot, thoughts and the whole world they are set in. ]

i suppose the turning point here is the consent. i never, never, condone any sort of abuse – not in fiction and neither in real life – and while it’s a subject that bothers me to no end in real life, when it comes to fiction i am less inclined to project into them. i may write dark and toxic relationships, but i obviously do not condone them. that’s the point here – people on this hellsite usually mix the two together (condoning something and shipping/writing it, that is) when in fact they shouldn’t even be in the same box to begin with.

let’s say you write a fictional serial killer – norman bates, tate langdon, hannibal lecter, catherine tramell (that chick from basic instinct), patrick bateman, mrs lovett and sweeney todd, kai anderson, bellatrix, grindelwald and voldemort (the list of plausible examples could go on forever…) – here and ship with them; does it mean that you, the writer, condone every single action and choice your muse does? if writing something purely fictional equals to condoning it in real life, well… the world is even more fucked up than i first thought.

you see, in this little exercise in imagination, you could’ve easily picked a good guy or gal to write, the hero; the goody two shoes. why didn’t you? well, it’s complicated to pin point why some are drawn to darker works of fiction and characters while others are not, i suppose each individual has their own reasons && i can only speak for myself when i say that i am drawn to these sort of fictional works because they the safest way to explore dark topics that pertain to human society. on my side, it’s nothing but raw curiosity.

there’s also the issue of how different cultures see these relationships. in case you haven’t noticed, i am not from the states but actually from brazil. especially in the rural area, it’s not uncommon for second cousins to date or even marry (ew, i know, pretty gross). that’s something that is luckily falling out of practice, but you can easily find it, more so in the poor rural areas that are really far from the cities.

you may have noticed that most of the sources for the terms come from a blog that advocates real life consanguinamory – but make no mistake, i don’t support it. these were the only places i’ve found as sources in a quick look online. i don’t support it irl, but whatever consenting adults are doing amongst themselves is no concern of mine – i have no say on the matter and all in all, i don’t give a damn. i just don’t like it. everything i’ve discussed here is related to fiction, consent and is only ever related to people of consenting age.

“i was reading your rules and got confused about your sentence where you said if people are uncomfortable with fictional consensual incest this isn’t the blog for you. except incest is incest regardless of if it’s fiction”

to be honest with you, anon, i couldn’t possibly see how you’ve got confused with this. i thought i was pretty clear with that, but perhaps not. sorry, my english is not perfect. however, with the risk of sounding like a meme, i said what i said. if you personally feel uncomfortable or even triggered with fictional consensual incest otherwise known as consanguinamory, maybe my blog isn’t for you. not because i – as the mun –  condone it, but because i might mention it or even allude to it when i write certain characters. again, consent is the main thing here – you won’t ever see me writing that awful part of margot’s past, but i might mention it on some threads as it is part of her trauma but i will write jaime’s feelings regarding cersei and joanna’s love for tywin – and that should not be overlooked.

“except incest is incest regardless of if it’s fiction” 

so far so good, am i to assume that you also believe that “murder is murder, regardless of if it is fiction or not”? should we call the police on, idk, george rr martin for killing....hell knows how many characters...at this point i’m sure not even he knows. leaving my petty comment aside (it’s the arthritis, i’m always annoyed when in pain), i see where you’re coming from; fair enough.  but you missed a big point here – consensual. i do not write abuse, even to the muses who – in the canon source material – have done so    ( like jaime lannister himself – who’s in a consanguinamorous [therefore, falling under the category of fictional consensual incest] relationship with cersei – who abused his sister next to their son’s dead body [ yeah, jaime apologists, i’m out to get y’all...jokes aside, i do not acknowledge people claiming that cersei manipulated him into going to bed with her, while they are both shitty and toxic as fuck people, their relationship is mutually messed up – gag if you must but jaime lannister is far from innocent angel ] )     in the past. i. don’t. write. it. but i do write jaime’s feelings for cersei because they are canon and are also a big part of the character he became.

all of that, of course, has to do with my own position on the “war” between the people who believe fiction has a great power and influence over reality vs the ones who do not believe in that. personally, i find it hard to believe that fiction is a brainwashing tool rewiring people’s brains  - i find the idea itself ludicrous, the ones who strongly stand for that aren’t that different from flat-earthers and people who believe in reverse racism tbh – but i do acknowledge the influence media has on society. its not nearly enough to turn someone to the “dark side” alone by itself – those who claim that videogames, for example, made them violent most likely already had something different and perhaps wrong with them before the games triggered something. i don’t believe that media creates things on people, but brings buried things (fears, feelings, emotions, hopes) back to the surface. it’s all about the stimulus.

if you wanna be scared, watch an horror movie; if you wanna be happy, a comedy video.  wanna feel warm inside and live unrealistic romantic expectations vicariously through fictional characters? read a 50.000 words slow burn fluffy happy fanfic of your otp at 3 am even though you gotta wake up early in the following morning....

point is, they are not creating things, they are bringing forth responses from you that were already there in your brain (everybody has laughed before and felt fear, it’s part of human development). and how you react to certain content is entirely to you and your past. say, if you drowned as a kid on the sea - and had trauma from that - the idea of watching titanic is not so fun, is it?

it’s not my place to decide what you should do, that is entirely your own choice to make, just be aware that, as i’ve stated before countless times, i may write dark topics that may or may not be triggering to some.  i do so because it is my blog, and i don’t react so harshly to this content (in fact, i love horror, thriller and dark fictional stuff – meanwhile i dread the thought of rom coms, hell knows why??) for i am lucky to be able to separate fiction from reality. basically, whilst writing a villain, i myself do not become one in real life – that part remains in fiction only and doesn’t affect me.

that is not a constant, sure. i don’t just write dark shady stuff – there’s plenty of fluffy shit on my blog, but i like to warn people beforehand to make sure we are all on the same page. it’s for your own comfort, i suppose, because i may not understand certain points of view on fiction but i will always defend your right to be comfortable and safe.

so yes, if you aren’t feeling well at that notion, please unfollow and block me if you must – i never wish to cause any discomfort to anyone – however, before you do so (that is, if you do so) i beg you to just send me an im warning me beforehand, please? that way i can block you – and your other blogs as well – so the chances of me running into you again and causing you discomfort will be minimal. that way we’ll both be on own respective lanes and happy about it. i mass follow very often and don’t usually know which blogs belong to whom (uh, did that make sense? my latina ass is not used to using whom in a sentence....), i may follow another blog (or the revamped blog) of someone who has blocked me and never even realise it – that’s not me following you around and stalking like a total creep, that’s probably me not even remembering who you are. again, sorry – i don’t mean for this to come off rude or anything but???? its the truth? you know the drill, big following list, big followers list (well, big for me tbh, i cannot remember the name or alias of 600 people for the life of me, excuse me if my memory doesn’t serve me right), hard to keep track. there will be no witch hunts, at least on my part, because i deem them to be childish and way too dramatic for my taste. if you’d like to speak in private, adult to adult, i’m always game – i dread vague posting, i personally see it as a pathetic and weak trait. 

as long as you’re civil, so am i.

either way, do whatever makes you feel comfortable and safe on your blog – your  mental health is far more important (to me, and hopefully to you as well) than a hobby, than tumblr, rp or whatever fictional stuff someone’s writing or reading; you are responsible for your own online experience, and i am responsible for mine. that’s an empowering thing that should be reminded more often.

i truly hope i’ve managed to answer whatever doubts or questions you had in mind, if not my ims are always open and so is my discord. once again, thank you for reading my rules and stay safe!

edit; my dumb ass forgot to drop my disco handle, since i change often. it currently is   DOCTOR BITCHCRAFT !!! | 𝒏𝒐𝒙#1398