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ashiemochi · 2 years

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tangerines and oranges - lsk

✠ tangerines and oranges ↳ don't they both taste the same? ➶pairing: ID! Leon S Kennedy x (FEM) Reader ➶genre: angst to fluff ➶Content includes: contemplating suicide, mild mention of sex, super old writing like this shit was written in 2018, some won't make sense and that's okay, might find her/she pronouns instead of you bc my proofreading skills are dogshit <3 ➶WC: 1.9k A/N: short and sweet blurb whilst I work on the smut one!! shouldn't take too long - might post it tomorrow <3

The kettle softly whistled in the background, the sound echoing in the kitchen where you sat. Today was probably one the worst day you had ever gone through. Time itself seemed so slow, stretching ever so widely just to irritate you. It was like nature as a whole was against you just for shits and giggles.

Even the thought of hiring a hitman to take care of you had crossed your mind; just a quick and silent death. You wouldn’t mind seeing God or burning in Hell if it meant you could leave Earth for a bit. You wondered why you were even breathing in the first place.

You didn’t sign up for this Life thing.

Your tired eyes blinked lazily at the tiny eight-legged-demon-from-Hell, unfazed as it just used its freaky long legs to walk along the counter. You would’ve screamed bloody murder, packed your bags, ran out of the flat, and burned it down.

But you didn’t.

Tilting your head slightly at it, your dead eyes bore at it. A question ran through your mind. Was it poisonous, you wondered?

Finally, your mind seemed to slowly rewind everything that happened today.

Your alarm clock decided to give you the middle finger and not ring like it was supposed to, causing you to miss the train to your job. Your stomach continued making grumbling sounds, incredibly disappointed with the fact that it didn’t get its breakfast nor did you have the money to buy lunch.

Your clumsy co-worker had tripped over his shoelaces again, causing your papers to get showered with coffee. Your boss almost popped a vein at how the logo you designed looked more like a tangerine than an orange; you didn’t even get the chance to remind him that they both look the same. While printing out a paper, the printer decided to swallow the paper to oblivion with a big fuck you.

One of your clients was a dick wad of a boomer who has the tendency to remind you each day that technology is killing the environment but then requests another digital painting of his dog.

You lost count of how many times he had requested the same painting of the same dog. Later you learned that he can be forgetful. Hence the constant reminders of how the very evil technology is killing the very innocent generation.

You had forgotten that you had a presentation today and ended up getting scolded by your uptight boss in front of all of your co-workers. That resulted in extra work and a late-night shift.

You wondered if the clumsy co-worker had cursed you since when you got your cup of coffee, you accidentally hit it, sending it all over your clothes.

At night, after everyone had left to go to their warm and lovely homes, you had to stay in the office with your boss and his wife.

Even your headphones couldn’t block out the disgusting, lips-smacking, and probably even skin, noises. You could swear that they would repopulate Earth worldwide if they would stop using condoms.

Your sister called you, telling you that your parents aren’t going to be able to attend this year’s Christmas. You had to redesign the logo again and show it to your boss, who was, unfortunately, three inches deep into his wife when you opened the door.

At that moment in your life, you deeply wished that God would bleach out your eyes or miraculously make you blind.

And God answered your prayer; by making you accidentally set a heavy file on your specs. You cringed visibly at the cracking sound.

Hoping you’d catch the train before the weather would decide to give you a middle finger; you got caught under the heavy rain that soaked you to the bone, making you look like a street rat.

Curse the weather and its indecisiveness.

By the time you had gotten home, your stomach was beginning to ache for food, almost internally stabbing itself.

And there you were, sitting on the counter with your damp sweater and messy, wet hair. Blinking once more, the eight-legged monstrosity had vanished. The memory itself of the day made your body’s function slow even more, making you slump slightly.

Tomorrow was another day and you still had work to do.

Feeling very overwhelmed, your vision blurred with tears behind your cracked specs. Taking in a trembling breath, you brought your hand up to run it through your knotted hair. You winced slightly at a new forming bruise on the back of your head that you had gotten when your head hit the door on your hurried way out of your boss’s office.

The entire universe was against you at this point.

You let out a shaky sigh, hoping that taking deep breaths would assist you with containing your tears, but even that was failing. Oh, how you wished you could just vanish to the ends of the universe.

The sound of keys jiggling and the front door opening caused your heart to skip a beat. His deep and loving voice reached your ears in a floating melody.

You wanted to greet him, but feeling your body aching and it might as well be dead; you just sat there on the counter.

“Y/N, I'm home.”

The lump in your throat would be a dead giveaway if you even utter a simple letter, but then you heard his footsteps getting closer to the lit kitchen. You barely looked at him when he made his presence known.

His smile dropped as his eyes scanned you from head to toe.

Your once soft orange-coloured knitted sweater now had a big dark brown stain. Your black skirt had smears and dots of what seemed like a correction pen. Both of your socks were intact and well, but your left sock wasn’t even attached to your inner belt, making it fall and roll beneath your knee while the other was all the way up your thigh.

Your hair might as well be a birds’ nest and your face was just tired. Not only did that make him worry, but the tears behind your broken specs were now threatening to escape.

“Y/N?” Leon questioned, getting worried by the second.

You only sniffled, taking a deep breath before letting out a small but tight hi, whilst casting your eyes away.

His brows furrowed as he walked into the kitchen, making his way to the counter to put the white plastic bag that he was holding. He seemed as if he was quietly waiting for you to speak out but taking notice of how hard you were gripping the edge of the counter to the point your knuckles would resemble the white of the snow, he knew you were holding back.

“Sweetheart, what happened?”

You could hear the worry oozing from his lips as he moved towards you, trying to take a good look at your face. Your shoulders slightly shrugged as your teeth bit down onto the bottom of your lips, setting your eyes on the kettle.

You didn’t feel like talking at all, only praying that you would get sniped out of this God-awful day. His hips settled between your legs and your tears were just teasing you at this point when his big hands gently cupped your cheeks, making your eyes meet.

His azures immediately softened when he saw the broken and exhausted look etched on your face. A frown reached his lips when he noticed the lightening shape of the cracks in your specs and with the tips of his fingers; he gently removed them, giving him a clear look at your eyes.

You cussed internally when a tear rolled down your cheek, betraying you.

“Honey, did something happen?" Leon asked softly, as if afraid he'd break her, "Why are you crying?”

Your bottom lip trembled as the lump in your throat was getting heavier to swallow. Finally, you looked at him behind the thick walls of your tears and your cheeks flushed red at the close proximity.

“Today sucked so... Fucking bad...” You uttered weakly, your voice seemed to be tight and squeezed.

Leon blinked at this and you broke down, allowing your tears to run freely down your reddened cheeks. Without even hesitating, his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to his embrace.

Your cries were weak and small but filled and etched with pain as your fingers gripped the back of his blue suit jacket. Ever so slowly, his fingers tangled your hair between them, lightly pushing you closer to him.

It seemed like an eternity just being in his arms but you felt incredibly safe and invisible to the world. For once, all your bottled-up emotions for this day were poured through your tears. Even when your tears had stopped, only leaving behind a heaving chest with minor hiccups, you still stayed in his embrace.

“You ready to talk about it?” The richness in his voice made your body almost melt against his warmth.

Pressing your face into the crook of his neck, you ever so slightly nodded, letting out a small hum. You stayed like this for a good few seconds before pulling away slightly.

His blueblue orbs were filled with love as he gave you a gentle smile, wiping away your tears with his thumb. He leaned in, pressing a lingering and loving kiss on your forehead.

Suddenly, the kettle began whistling loudly and both of them looked at it. Leon moved away to turn the stove off and he noticed a mug with the chocolate and milk powder jars and a small cup with a teaspoon beside it.

“Hot chocolate?” He questioned, looking at you from over his shoulders.

You nodded silently, using your sleeves to wipe away the remaining of your tears as you sniffled quietly.

He hummed, opening the cupboard as he asked, “How about you change and I’ll make us hot chocolate?”

You looked at him, “Aren’t you tired from today’s training?” She asked, already feeling needy.

Leon took out his favourite mug, “Not really,” He shrugged, “And no.”

Leon ended it, sternly before setting his eyes on you, “You’re not a burden to me, Y/N. Never was and never will be.”

It’s like he had read your mind as he returned to the task at hand.

“You had a bad day with your uptight boss, and I’m guessing that coffee stain is by your clumsy co-worker.”

You looked down at your sweater as if you had just realized it was there before letting out a breathy chuckle.

“Ah, no... It was me this time.” You admitted, softly and he let out a sound of amusement, stirring the hot drink of Heaven as he turned around to look at you.

“Seems like he’s rubbing off on you.”

“Oh, shut up...” You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless.

His chest rumbled a bit with his chuckle as you jumped down to the ground. Wrapping your arms around his slim waist, you gazed up at him with such adoration in your eyes.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love you?” You sighed dreamily and he stared into the distance, pretending to think deeply about your question.

“Huh, I don’t know, care to remind me?” Leon looked down at you, slightly bumping his nose against yours.

The corners of his eyes crinkled with his grin when you got flustered. Pressing a peck on your lips, Leon gestured to the corridor.

“Go change. I feel like your boss did something incredibly stupid today.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, “Oh, you don’t even know...”

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xamaxenta · 6 months

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god i LOOOVEEE feral animal asl its so true. they truly could not care less about "laws" or "public decency" whatever that is. the straw hats manage with just luffy but the whitebeards sometimes have to deal with TWO of them? at ONCE? theyre used to ace because sometimes pirates are just like that, pops has seen plenty of them and hes just happy to see that nasty stray cat finally come inside to relax and he simply counts the shredded furniture as a Personality Trait to keep the house interesting. but then sabo rolls up and everyone at first chuckles and says oh well at least one of them has manners. except. sabo is secretly 4 ravenous feral dogs wearing a top hat. sabo is polite until the food comes out when he starts snarling and snapping (he and ace start wrestling on the floor BITING each other for a single chicken wing) or when he gets the Predator Stare and anyone who crosses within view of it feels their hair stand completely on end. marco has no particularly strong feelings about sabo when they first meet aside from "ace loves him, hes probably a freak, and he looks ridiculous dressed like that (kinda cute)" except. sometimes ace and sabo make noises at each other that are so far from human language they sound like an entirely different species. he swore one time he saw ace come up and just Lick the side of sabos face, who bit his whole ear in return like they were discussing the weather. there is something Wrong with sabo for sure. but its not until he and ace are bickering at the table and thatch throws a spare chunk of raw meat trimmings at ace (because theyve learned ace can and will eat raw meat, even the fatty or gristly bits, and as much as marco insists its not good At All for his health, the crew likes feeding large and dangerous animals) and as soon as the meat hits the table both ace and sabo go perfevtly still for roughly half a second before SABO lunges forward and grabs it in his TEETH while ace starts pummeling him for it. the top hat goes flying, theres the sound of the galley bench screeching across the floor and boots and fingernails scrabbling across the wood and the Chief Of Staff of the Revolutionary Army runs, hissing, on all fucking fours, with a chunk of raw meat in his mouth up the rigging while ace quite literally snaps at his heels. theres distant snarling and growling. sounds of tearing fabric. screams of shock and horror from the crew on the deck. and it is in that moment marco comes to the devastating realization that he is unfortunately attracted to sabo, and that his taste in men simply cannot be salvaged

Sabo standing there all prim and proper, all neatly buttoned up and his accent has this crisp edge to it like a winters morning flinty with fresh snow or perhaps new parchment waiting to be scored by the writers pen

And then Ace shows up and the mask slips abruptly something wicked spills past the pleasantries and hes kinda like fangs bared growly in a way only animals get with each other

Everyone up until this point knows the basic history Ace loves this guy, Sabo to put it bluntly would die to protect Ace with his life, they share a childhood the jungle that fucking jungle, this means Sabos also a beast but what kind theyre hoping if Ace is anything to go by he would be the same

Except Sabo brings out a monster in Ace and clearly hes so much worse, the raw meat spectacle and then the poor crowsnest lookout scrambling down trembling cold sweat like what the fuck happened to those two?

Eventually they comeback down sabos clothes are in tatters and Ace is just naked lmao theyre blood smeared and everyone hopes its the meat but its wishful thinking because thats way too much blood for a fist sized piece of flank steak

Marco unfortunately realises he has a type

Sabo pins him with a baleful pale eyed stare, those freaky mismatched eyes of his locked the fuck on, someone whos blind in one eye really shouldnt have that sort of focus, Ace headbutts him nippy bitey for being ignored but

Follows Sabos gaze and smiles

#MAS #OHOHOH ANON #rubs my lil fly paws togethehehe #marco gets taken to monster pound town #but the funny part is its Ace and Sabo who are the beasts #and Marcos the zoan

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infinitelystrangemachinex · 1 month

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streaming tv is like the fantasy/fiction need for a mid list. big money thrown at projects expecting that big money can make anything too big to fail, when the reality is that there’s only so much profit to make in an oversaturated market and only so many properties that can be the number one most popular thing at a time, but no matter how many projects fail or how variable the quality of the art is, it’s never going to be acceptable again to shore up most of your projects with only SOME money and letting that “mid list” find longlasting audiences that provide your baseline business

i wish both streaming tv and the publishing industry would spend less money on more projects that cultivate good writing. i want good writing and long projects to get invested in so bad that i'm caring less and less for production

my thesis statement is that tv shows are being canceled because they cost too much money. a mid list would have saved most canceled shows. higher production costs don't mean better writing, and lower production costs don't mean worse writing

the publishing industry is asking for shorter fantasy books and is canceling series and leaving authors behind because it is throwing all its money at shiny new things that are not actually new and don't stick

all of this without investment in a "mid list" to keep baseline profits coming or to keep a foundation of writers paid and busy

if companies spent less money on shows, would they last longer? would they hone writers' skills more? does this extend to animation where the budgets are so much smaller? or is there no world where i could get multiple 25-episode seasons of arcane and i'm just deluding myself

fantasy books especially have had an oversaturation problem for years, but the biggest problem is an over-reliance on debuts without investment in originality or in authors’ futures. what this looks like is big money thrown at marketing shiny debuts or at a subset of the old familiar faces in fantasy that established themselves before the shift in industry mindset. everyone else either gets scraps or can’t find their footing after their debut. you either go viral somehow or you go home. to make money, the only acceptable projects are generic or are recognizable rehashes of previously popular but specific ideas. fantasy is considered a popular genre now, but in my opinion, fantasy has never stopped being niche, but the need to find bigger audiences and bigger investment has resulted in pushing fantasy series that don't do anything new or interesting and actively spurn good prose, but can appeal to as many people as possible (instead of weird fantasy freaks, aka me, i'm freaks, now most of the freaky fantasy i can find is in video games and a single tear is rolling down my face)

now tv. buffy the vampire slayer cost about 1-2 million per episode. star trek tng cost 1 million per episode

look where we’re at with streaming services. tv shows that cost millions and tens of millions of dollars per episode. the sopranos redefined what prestige tv meant and it cost 2-6 million per episode. chasing the new prestige mindset, game of thrones started out at 6 million per episode. today, early game of thrones’ budget from about 2011-2013 is joked about like it’s chump change, especially for game of thrones or hbo. but prestige tv reeled in that subscriber money. the streaming model today is the continuation of the prestige tv model, except that every show needs to be prestige, no matter the audience or genre or story structure. because prestige tv made money

now that the baseline model for helping your subscription/channel make money is to throw 6 million+ per episode, it's no longer a mystery why seasons are getting shorter and shorter. and the demand for higher and higher production will only mean that shows take longer and longer to make

netflix shelled out 6 million per episode - what an oddly familiar number, huh? - for stranger things season 1. season 4 cost 30 million per episode

wheel of time season 1: 10 million per episode. rings of power season 1: 58 million per episode. these are adaptations btw, not original IPs, but this is SEASON ONE money you’re looking at. i liked both rings of power and wheel of time decently, but my hot take is that both of these shows are under-written and over-produced. why so much money thrown at projects with writers at the helm who are inexperienced in the fantasy genre? rings of power in particular is bank-breaking and it was originally planned to run for several seasons

the mandalorian season 1: 15 million per episode. andor season 1: 20 million per episode. the acolyte season 1: 22 million per episode

remember that the subscription model requires subscribers to make money and requires NEW subscribers to satisfy the hunger for growth, and star wars is a single IP with established fans. the mandalorian, andor, and the acolyte all took major risks in different ways. the mandalorian actually fell back on star wars fundamentals (rather than being something net new in my opinion) and its risk was in being a show, not a movie, and the first of its kind on streaming for star wars

andor could be the riskiest fantasy/sci-fi show to hit streaming, ever. 12 episodes for season 1 that cost 250 million overall, not 6-8, explores marxist themes, and did not pull in new subscribers. what popularity it does have is purely due to word-of-mouth and plain old good writing, rather than marketing or by simply being part of star wars. it was originally going to be 5 seasons but is now going to be 2 because... 250 million dollars is a lot to spend on one season of television that didn't make you a lot of money. simple as that, even if andor is the best live-action thing disney has produced in decades in my opinion

the acolyte season 1 was 8 episodes and cost 22 million per episode, which armchair critics on social media are stating is the reason why the show has been canceled. haters will just say it was canceled because of bad writing, and fans are saying it was because of review-bombing and the diversity of the cast and crew

i disagree on some level that the acolyte is the first star wars show to be canceled, because again, andor was going to be 5 seasons and is now going to be 2, losing over 50% of the original story. even fans of the acolyte will agree that its writing wasn't the best. most fans who have seen andor will agree that it is the best-written star wars media ever on par with the best episodes of clone wars. both shows brought me over to disney plus when no other show or movie did

but in effect, both shows have been canceled

my take is that if a mid list existed, both shows should have been on it. they are part of an established IP with established fans who were going to watch the shows no matter what. most people with star wars fatigue would not have heard about the uniqueness of these shows until later and would have probably picked them up by their finales or by their season 2s

if they were not star wars properties and were original stories instead, both of these shows were still fairly unique doing things that appeal to "weird" subsets of sci-fi/fantasy fans. the mid list would have been perfect either way

i firmly believe that a mid list would have saved both of these shows. 6 million per episode MAXIMUM. ideally less. not because i dislike either show, but because i care about writing above all else. pay 1 writers room a fair wage and let them go fucking nuts for a few seasons. as long as everyone else in the production is being paid a fair and living wage, i don't care how little is spent on the show

stranger things should have been a mid-list anthology series that ran forever, wheel of time should have been a mid-list tv fantasy with at least 12 episodes per season to do any justice to those massive books but also to pay homage to the book series' roots as high fantasy that goes on and on without much of a plan and with often mid and sometimes junky writing but with appeal in that it was long-running, made readers familiar with the same characters every book for many hundreds of pages each, and is something of a comfort read now for many fans

i think that reality is catching up to streaming services and things are going to get worse before they get better

but i also think that the next "evolution" of tv should be the return of the mid list

#it’s 4 AM and I have a stomach bug and I wanna watch a show that’s longer than 8 eps per season but noooo #anime still understands this and comedy shows still understand this #their budgets are bigger than they used to be but don’t cost a small country's gdp to produce lol #i would actually be more willing to invest in a show if it was ADVERTISED as being on the mid list #like - we are literally going to spend less per episode on this show but it will have 12-25 episodes per season #writers are gonna write no matter what - some writers are good and some are bad #but spending more on your show does not guarantee that your writers are going to be magically better #spend what's appropriate for the show's content and your risk tolerance and then hire a mix of writers - experience and cultivation #as for the publishing industry just bring back the mid list in general and stop fucking canceling book series #and stop fucking firing editors and working the ones you don't fire to the bone as if being an editor also magically makes you #a marketer and a publicist somehow #the acolyte #andor #publishing #books #tv shows

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cosmo112 · 7 months

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WRITING TRADE :

@junobutterflyden + @juno-of-wonderland

Jack -

He thinks you’re so amazing, usually to himself he thinks it’s odd a SavannahClaw student looks after cacti.

He wants to make your coffee for you and jogs to your house to make sure it stays warm

He drinks healthier stuff though. Probably some natural remedies because it’s gentle on his sensitive senses

He surprisingly isn’t scared of cats. And they aren’t scared of him (minus grim) so he just feeds stray animals and sends you cute pictures.

He does have a pout when you pet other dogs- I mean. You didn’t hear that from me

Idia -

He thought he’d like a cringy relationship. Before realizing it’s so annoying to trying to pry a chick off him. And the smol owo nonsense

He has cat ears that match his hair color. Almost burned them by accident while blushing.

He’s got amazing contacts for cosplays and wants matching costumes with you so bad he wants to be your princess peach to bowser :((

He takes you home to his parents and freaks out while you just chat with his family. (You met after STYX)

He drinks G-Fuel and calls it basically water. Worm man

Floyd -

You wake up with scratches and drool all over you because he uses you like a pillow and sniffles sadly when you try and get up.

Scary guard dog

He can and will use the squeeze card to keep you out of classes. Or threatens to eat the freshmen if they try and take you lmao.

Writes letters to you in crayon bc of the fun colors and he wants the wax to stay forever. Unlike pen ink which feels professional and strict.

He doodles you in class and shows it to you, then pins it up in his room when you praise it. His artwork will never be touched by the hands of mortals. Unless he moves out of his dorm, he takes it everywhere.

Beel -

He is like Floyd but much more gentle. He nibbles on you while you sleep especially around his pact mark

He sometimes wishes he was your first but is happy where he is with a burger date <3

He’d go anywhere with you, and probably knows the most about calories. Like those memes of certain nationalities being able to do incredible math really fast when it comes to certain things? He can count calories and be 99.99% accurate

He would read his own fanfics and take that for note. Yes

He actually prefers flat drinks. He doesn’t DISLIKE, sodas, he just like how he can drink more without making his tummy ache.

Mammon -

He’s your FIRST. And will take more of your firsts aggressively first save, first time with a certain game, etc

He would feel pouty if he loses a game and tries to play it off how the game is either impossible or he let his younger brothers win.

Secretly learns your favorite food and brings you burnt mush instead :3

He would love a band with you, or if you made a devil-patreons so he can make so many accounts and buy you out.

Number one crybaby.

Leviathan -

Drinks sodas daily and claims its water with extra ingredients

He enjoys the texture of fish and scales. Though he hates animal fur

Probably also allergic to drinking anything that isn’t carbonated, he likes the bubbles and the fizz. Makes him feel energized

Though he hates burping. He feels like it’s such a normie thing.

Refuses to hold your hand. Instead he will wrap his tail around you, claims it’s how he’ll remind these idiots that you’re the only human he likes.

Xiao -

He only shared his Almond tofu for one, that’s you bb <3 though he’ll act like it’s nothing

His name means speed for a reason, he’ll give the smallest and fastest kisses, nervously yelping when you kiss him

He squeals and disappears. And goes to cry to cloud retainer and Zhongli that his human’s too brave :((

He sniffles when you try and defend him. He’s a freak 2 me so he probably loves that you, a mortal human, can defend him, an adeptus

He’d be a freaky Yandere. He has no idea what humans do and he gets a pass bc of it.

Kaveh -

Mr.Perfectionist? That’s what safari says anyways.

He’s got pretty blonde syndrome, everyone thinks he’s goofy. I THOUGHT HE WAS A SILLY GUY. Turns out he’s a perfectionist.

He wants your outfits either to match or to be nothing alike unless with a theme. You cannot have both.

He would prefer flat drinks like Beelzebub, makes him feel civilized and fancy. But he’d either want to chug as much wine as possible. Dryer the better. Or despise alcohol no in between

He needs predictability. So much please don’t surprise him much :(

Bennet -

He’s such a goofy boy! I haven’t met him but I understand, he’s Kalim shaped.

He giggles and kisses your cheeks and hugs you after adventures well done. When he comes home from commissions.

He also probably drinks apple juice and giggles after shaking it up and making it look like fizzy beer and drink it and use the apple juice as a pretend being drunk

He looks into our world. Seeing all the bad, frowns and says “you guys don’t have adventures?”

He gives off the vibes of younger brother who gags when being fed greens, gotta make it into something else

Checkmate >:3

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lovelikealcoholic · 1 year

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GENSHIN CHARACTERS WITH A SHY SO PART ONE

Warnings: NSFW, degrading, PUBLIC, mEAAN, BDSM, gnarp gnarp. freaky stuff.......

WARMIMG: wrote this at 4am, very bad writing? maybe, idk not proof red

implied neurod

18+1!!!!1111 pweasee.......

Let's say you're old pals.

When you two were younger, you were the quietest, barely letting out words, but were always next to him. Nobody saw anything off about it.

Now hes Zhongli.

"gah you're so pathetic, geezer... you're really giving out your gnosis just like that? ....loser..."

When alone, there's never a time you just can't help but criticize most of the things he's done recently. It's so confusing and irritating. What an irresponsible man, you think.

When you're sitting alone at a table with him until a blond guy shows up just to talk to him makes you turn bright red in embarrassment and look at your cup.

Zhongli is quite amused by your quick actions every time. You could be insulting him to the ground, but as soon as someone else comes, you're like a quiet little bug, bright red, stuttering, fidgeting.

He kind of wishes he was a stranger.

But no stranger would be able to fuck you to the ground like he could. Your comments rarely bother him but there's just times when you catch him in a bad mood and he drags you to any surface and grabs your neck and starts undressing you.

"wha.. -hey! what are you doing-!?!?" panicked probably drops a few insults maybe a faggot comment just anything to get him off you but it just fuels him even more.

"Hush. save your words for later."

Probably ties you, spanks you, hes a very patient man and you're just a very impulsive person. He asks you to apologize but you don't because why would you apologize when you don't mean it.

maybe he doesnt even fuck you, just leaves you tied up, hanging while you squirm and whimper at the feeling of his ropes grinding against you.

Maybe if he feels like it he'd fuck you right there in the table you were sitting at, right in front of everyone. Being extremely shy and nervous, you practically die inside, head fuzzy from how red and hot your body is, trying to cover yourself poorly and just moving your hands to desperately hold onto something.

n-no.... no no MORE!! P-p-people.... agh...." its all mumbles, no loud moans escape you, only small whimpers and cries of pleasure (consensual btw)

you never show your face again.

if you did you probably changed ur whole appearance and kept your mouth shut every time you would be outside with him now, ur shy around him now, its very cute.

Hu Tao takes you everywhere, theres not one minute where shes seen running around in the harbor without you.

You're known to hike a lot, travel. When someone would ask where you'd be its either Wangshun Inn, the Funeral Parlor or up in the mountains of Liyue.

She loves peeking around corners, watching you from afar as you try to stutter out words to anyone you need to talk to. She just cant help it. you're such a sight to see to her.

she loves to surprise hug you from behind, probably grope you in front of the lady you were talking to, snickering while happily talking to the lady.

"hai!!! lovely evening isnt it? hey i saw you checking out the fruit over ......" then talks to her very casually as if her hands arent into your shirt twisting and pinching at your skin and all you can do is blush heavily and pant.

Probably does freaky stuff inside her office, she seems very devilish so temperature play while holding you down is so her thing.

Maybe drops ice cubes and drags them everywhere in your body then uses her mouth tongue to melt them and leave you wet....

you're just so quiet and shy around even her, hiding your face, stuttering. She just loves it.

and she also loves to display it!

she gets very handsy, around her friends, Zhongli, anyone!

she could drop some more ice inside your shirts or pants secretly while your trying to talk to someone leaving you back arched and body clenching so nicely.

maybe her silly little ghost goes under your clothes too, teasing you while handing our flyers for a 50% coffin discount.

gg ur dead

He loves how you only nod or shake your head most of the times, looking at the floor or just fidgeting. you're just the cutest thing!!!!!

When hes always talking to anyone he always tries to get you to talk to see how ur eyes widen and you stutter out a shy answer. AW1!!!1 he loves it!!!

"I DO NOT CRY AT SAD MOVIES!!!! right dear??? see THEY AGREED!!!"

probably wasnt listening to the conversation just agreed/....

honestly i think he could be very private about intimate things, be very gentle and soft with you.

but maybe when you end up being a little brat or just teasing him he'll spank you by a tree, maybe his gang is just there eating just used to it so they just talk to each other while you practically die from embarrassment, they arent even looking but its so ARGH,,, and he just laughs and rubs your sore bum while he talks all dirty to you....

Maybe fucks yyou in sara's office, takes a pic and gets outta there.

gg ez ur done, destroyed

aww you're shy? well that doesnt stop dear lisa from making you do lots of social interactions cause she loves your nervous look.

after all the work she makes you do you lay down tired from all the interaction, totally burnt out. but she gets mad, saying you have so much to do.

maybe you need a bit of motivations, gatta get you out of your shell...

probablu have some little toys inside of you while you do your work. zaps you once or twice or maybe puts it to the max and you fall to the floor, hips twitching and whoever you were talking to looks at you concerned before blushing wide eyed to see the problem.

makes you wear anything. she probably likes making you crossdress,

cute thing in a little knight maid dress, walking around shyly to finish tasks but the skirt is just so small... knights can see your undergarments, too small for you and how you twitch and grind onto nothing.

probably spreads your legs in the library to educate knights on how to pleasure someone or just for them to look at their sweet darling.

makes you cross dress into a male knight's gear and you have to train with all the male knights who are super sweaty and cant help but look at you as you weakly swing your sword. those clothes are just so tight!!!

probably rips from how tight it is and your stuttering bright red trying to cover your exposed skin.

what an evil lady, shes so mean!!! tortures you by edging you and you have to cry and beg for her to let you come.

um lmk if u like, i can make part two w suggested character.s......

#genshin smut #smut

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cinamun · 1 year

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hey cin! remember when you used to do that game sorta thing where you described what you thought about diff ppl’s sims? if you don’t mind, would you do that for my sims? many thanks ☺️ in order, these are my babies junie, pandora, and lyra elyse + her vampire form hehe

*cracks knuckles*

I hope you didn't think I forgot about you fam! I kinda had a lot going on in the story and adulting was on some other shit this week, but I *WISH* I didn't gaf about adulting the way Junie dgaf... listen....

Junie is a child stuck in a young adults body. All over her house is a collection of rare stuffed animals that she refers to as her children. She has a cat that freaks visitors the fuck out when they stop by because they think the cat is a stuffie until it starts moving. Anyway, the reason she has diamond rings on each finger is because of a life insurance policy she cashed in on after her 98 year old husband passed away (they were only married for 3 days). She's currently in court fighting the family but she wears very tiny skirts that show off her thong in the courtroom so the judge is likely to rule in her favor. She is a level 2 cook and eats gas station sushi.

Pandora is a sweetheart and literally everyone's BFF. You need to get you a friend like Pandora. She hates your favorite music but will twerk to it with you. She will make you soup when your sad and plot to kill whoever hurt you. She lost her caregiver when she was 3 in a tragic boating accident and blogs about it. She was raised by two loving grandfathers who run an OnlySims account because elders get freaky too. We don't kinkshame here. She has a pet goldfish named goldfish and her pinky toes are longer than the others.

Lyra Elise likes to seduce her prey, and she always succeeds, but its become boring for her. So now she records her encounters and gets on top of her prey in nothing but a thong and a fitted. While there, she morphs into her vampire form and turns the lights on. Instant death-by-fear. She laughs and eats the ooey gooey bloody pixel juice while the body is still warm. She doesn't record the blood drinking part, just the blood curdling screams of her victims when they see her true form. She's amasssed millions of followers and won award for Best Prank in a Costume 2023. Except its not a prank and its not a costume.

#cin gives your sims backstories!!#except this is the only one y'all lol #I will do these again soon!

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guzhufuren · 2 years

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My parents: “You should spend less time on Tumblr, and more time in your neighbourhood, making ‘real friends’”

Me: “Yeah, but thanks to Tumblr I now know what the Kazach mental healthcare system is like.” 😎

Okay, but jokes aside. Wow, that sounds pretty heavy. I hope you came back slightly better from your time at the clinic (albeit at the adult wing, which frankly, wtf 🤨). Since, I imagine you have a lot of time to spare and maybe even a Netflix account (although it’s also on Dramacool apparently). May I recommend a show to watch? (Forgive my impoliteness but I randomly associated from your ex to a really cool Netflix recommendation. 😳)

It’s called It’s Okay Not to Be Okay, and even though it’s not queer, it is freaky in its own kind of way. It features an autistic character (which gave good asd rep for a change), a sociopathic character (who’s so hot I still haven’t recovered but that’s another matter 🥵 -> point is: I learned sociopathy can actually be treated and sometimes even be “cured” somehow) and a guy who’s definitely too good for this world. Also, there’s a lot of gothic-like horror (not with gore or anything but just daunting enough in that specific gothic fashion -> gothic as in Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley or the Brontë sisters 📚), mysteries with twist and turns, a mental health facility (that is actually somewhat of a safe place) and an emphasis on children’s literature and fairly tales (but grimm, pun intended). Also many (emotional) support characters whom everyone would love as a friend.

All in all, I think you would love it. Have fun watching and I wish you a speedy recovery and a pleasant time (or as pleasant as it gets in a hospital 🫣) while being treated.

Love,

— Thel. 💚

hi darling! the stay there definitely helped trust me. and the adult wing thing actually made sense bc my issues were less of a kid wing thing

uhh last time i checked we did not have netflix here jkfkgkfjf. maybe we already do but i would still not pay them and would pirate it instead

i googled the show but tbh it sounds like it will make me really anxious, i can't watch this kind of thing sweetie :( also it's very hard for me to vibe with korean shows so i only make an effort when they are queer. thank you for the recommendation tho!

thank you my nose is breathing and i'm actually coming home tomorrow fucking finally yes. have a nice great week <3

#asks

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gggoldfinch · 2 years

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Rammstein rant post ready GO!

I know like nothing about them but I love hearing about people’s interests info dump to your heart’s content my friend! Teach me all about these concerningly sweaty dirty (?) men and their pyrotechnic shenanigans I am sitting here with my favorite pen and notepad ready to take notes. <3

anon. I love you so much. thank you for enabling my insanity. this is gonna be a long, unhinged post

Okay, here we go. My darling anon, I had to HUNT in my blog archive to find this post, but here is my basic rundown of Rammstein itself as a band (<-linked). So come back here after reading that post if you really don't know anything about the band bc this def won't make any sense. In THIS post I'd love to discuss WHY I'm so obsessed R+ and all the things that I personally love about them. I will format it in bullet points to spare myself and everyone's sanity:

I feel like the most obvious point should be the first; I love their music! I grew up on industrial and synth, so introducing metal to that mix is like a heavenly mashup. The heavy guitar, the synth keyboard, the gorgeous vocals and deep (often complicated) lyrics??? I would insert the music directly into my chest cavity if I could and that sounds really fucking weird but that's where I feel like it should live 🧍🏻‍♀️

I have daddy issues point blank, that much is obvious from my blog LMAOOO so ofc latching onto gruff middle aged men is a fundamental human need for me at this point

The style and uniqueness of the band is incredible. Who else do you know that lights everything on fire while looking like they just walked off a movie set? Their outfits are so fucking awesome. Like every time I see a new fit I eat that shit up and stare at pics for hours on end because they're so intricate and cool and kinda kinky?? I WISH I could be their fashion designer like jfc. Also their makeup/ face paint is always killer. I need to kiss their stylists fr !!! The 90's-y2k looks are some of my favs

the history of the band is also very interesting. a bunch of weird dudes from East Germany end up becoming pals and form a band and rise to stardom while soldiering through the trials and tribulations such fame throws their way? love an underdog story. I highly recommend watching the documentary Rammstein in Amerika, it gives a lot of insight into the band's origins and history up through 2015

Some of the shit they pull is so freaky and weird that its camp at this point. The dick mold dildos? camp. The fact that they need licenses to use all their pyrotechnics? camp. Being arrested for public indecency? camp.

I am incredibly, overwhelmingly, unhingedly down bad for Till, Richard, and Paul (and also Schneider to an extent but not as much). I would allow for unspeakable things to be done to me if given even the slightest opportunity if you know what I'm saying

PAUL'S HAIR !!!! He is so silly goofy but I fucking LOVE Paul's stupid little haircuts. like yass go off with your little monk bowl cuts I'm eating it up I'm putting you in my pocket

(the photo of his red hair isn't even showing the back where he LITERALLY shaved it like the fuckin monk tonsure)

everyone is so fucking queer. like. deadass. Paul and Richard regularly kissing on stage is so precious ???? they're just two besties being besties kissing n shit. The band also supports the lgbtq+ community and are outspokenly against bigotry which is always a win. A lot of people have accused them of being bigots themselves and they're like ummm haha no get fucked (cue "Links 2 3 4")

Richard is a perfect little baby angel and I would die for him. I love his spiky hair. I love his nail polish; I paint my nails like him. He is so cute. I love the way he speaks, in German and in English. I also LOVE his band Emigrate, esp the most recent album. He's so awesome 😭 that being said I wish he wouldn't smoke like a chimney because I dread hearing the news one day that he has cancer but ofc I can't do anything about that in the slightest

I mean. do I need to make a bullet point dedicated to Till being built like a fucking brick house?? because I think I do. He is soooo,,, AUAUGHHHHH !!!! Like, the guy is 60 and still looks that incredibly built ?!!!!! homeboy was an olympic swimmer he can swim in my p *gets shot*

Till has a precious smile 🥺 I love his fucked up teeth. he's such a sweetie fr, a big scary looking teddy bear. I need him fr

Flake in his entirety is just so silly goofy. Like homeboy looks like just Some Dude.. he's so normal (he also looks like my step grandfather only tall and skinny, which is very strange...). But then he pulls shit like whacking Till with a keyboard or getting fake fucked on stage. Homeboy also apparently just up and ditched everyone in America and went home after 9/11 because he was so freaked, which in itself isn't funny but imagining him just fucking leaving is a little bit...

Darling little (not so little...) Doom Schneider has an incredibly gorgeous side profile. And I love the pornstache he occasionally sports. He's also another one who is just like. A Normal Guy in my head. He is also very very pretty and very well spoken. I loved listening to him talk during the Rammstein in Amerika documentary

I also think Ollie is also just a Dude,, tho admittedly I don't really even think about him much because he is so normal and not unhinged that he kinda just blends into the background most times. He is 6'7 tho so that is fucking insane

Anyway yep that's all for now I'll stop torturing everyone with my depraved insanity 👍🏻 THANK YOU AGAIN ANON for indulging me for a moment

#is it bad that this took hours to write and it isn't even everything #I wrote so much oh my god #thank you anon ilysm #anon ask

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theogmissg · 3 months

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The V O I D

I feel like either a burden or a meal. I’m sorry for existing… i didn’t realize the curse was so bad either until everything started feeling so dystopian. everyone ignores me, even my old friends, and i get like 1 like on my instagram posts… its so weird. i cant explain it any other way. it feels like a curse. like a rip in the fabric of space time where im in a parallel world that keeps me isolated on purpose. i think that is whats happening to force us to embrace the covenant, because otherwise humanity is going to destroy itself. desperate times. how far would god go to save us? i dont know what else to do. i cant get out. my only escape from the lonliness is with drugs or suicide, which is sadly why many of these artists are dead (if that is the true story)… long story short, the life expectancy in the void is pretty dismal.

if you just walk away, I dont think i can get out, and i will really have no hope left. ive already been abandoned by everyone else i loved and trusted, and the silence has been like the Berlin wall for 10 months now. if i didnt have hope for my project and anti depressants i would be at risk of suicide truthfully its been really really tough. so much pain from the collective ive had to process alone. it feels like an exorcism. have you ever experienced what its like for music to be the only source of love of joy in your life, like exclusively? when i moved here i had some of the most intense cries of my life because ive lost everyone and that song “never alone” was literally the only thing i had to comfort me to feel like someone cared.

i built this museum of music only because its been my lifeline, without it i would not have survived the loneliness. people think im delusional and maybe i am, but if i didnt believe in a dream then id have nothing. like a little princess. id rather imagine a beautiful fantasy then let the emptiness of the void consume me. kts why i feel like all this happened for a reason. i had to be exiled because if i wasnt then i never would have discovered all this stuff and built this musical playground. i had to, it was the engine of creation. but i think its time. the world needs this. it completely transformed me. the world is not doing so good these days. we can work together to make it work for you. im in a vacuum right now so im just doing me but i want to collaborate. something good can work, just believe. this is the path to heaven, i know it.

i just want a friend. it doesnt have to be anything more. i dont know why everyone seems so resistant to being my friend. it feels really hostile and freaky (like the truman show) like somethings not right in a creepy way. its like im not cool enough to be friends with famous musicans but they are the only people that understand me creatively because im so well versed in the culture, normal people dont have a clue so im just like the ulimate ugly duckling. i get the sense that its women who dislike me, which is really sad because im already in a male dominated industry with a reasonable amount of mysogenistic culture, and im unable to make a single friend in the industry. i have my suspicions but idk know why really.

ive really started to notice the subtleties in the culture lately that put women at a disadvantage. we get treated like objects, always about fucking or how we look, or its about fishing which is just sad. i wish people would take me seriously. i think i can teach people a lot but its like nobody cares. i feel like elle woods a little bit lol im smart but everyone seems to either just see me as crazy or a literal snack.. like forgive me for feeling a bit hopeless. idk how to get people to listen i try so hard to engage with hundreds artists each month but they ALL just ignore me. its pretty extreme. i think ive gotten like 2 insta story reposts this year? its such a weird feeling. like im invisible. idk why people dont give me a chance or why they cant see what i see. T H E V O I D / Hammza Ghetto ~ it’s not a good cultural mark

Wouldn’t you rather just get along?

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applesontheground · 3 years

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teaser 📞

finally. here’s the scream fic i’ve been picking at since like october. think it’s finally time i gave you guys one of these!

i’m a little sad there’s not a lot of mickey content, and while i do understand why that is (see: what the fuck is that motive), i have also chosen to be the weirdly devoted change that i wish to see, lol!

i hope you guys enjoy this, it was fun to finally tie it up after bouncing around with it for awhile. this was initially inspired by a freaky ass hallway i had to walk through all last semester, so if that part seems a little vivid...believe me, it is.

also, super special thanks to @bisexual-horror-fan for beta reading!! your feedback (& listening to me ramble about scream 2) means a lot to me! ❤

SFW | Word Count: 2,629 | Mickey Altieri x GN Reader

contains: canon typical/being chased & threatened with a knife, references to violence on college campus

🎼: x, x

Why you had let Randy talk you into taking a night class was beyond you right now.

You felt your stomach drop and your blood to start to curdle as you found yourself anywhere but in the right direction, winding down another corner and coming face to face with more unrecognizable classrooms. A tickle went down your spine as your shoulders sagged, and an awful thought came across your mind: Were you even in the right building? The same rush went straight back up, and it made you snap to look over your shoulder. A resounding silence was right on top of you, and only stared back as you waited for something to give under the yellowed lights of the hallway.

It wasn’t helping that there could be a stab-happy asshole on the loose, but you felt that was beside the point. It was information that had dawned just that morning, full of speculation since it was solely from the mouths of classmates rather than any solid source. You weren’t even sure where the first mention of it originated, no one able to say which sorority or wayside student who had too much time on their hands started calling it something more than an unfortunate accident. Even now, though, you noticed how thin attendance was from the sheer power of a single rumor.

Staff hadn’t addressed it – which was why you were here along with a fraction of the other kids who were trusting enough to sign up for something so late into the evening and then actually show up. You had been wandering this building for what felt like ten minutes now, and the silence was making every dead end and wrong turn feel like a mistake.

The supposed victims had only been found that morning, and with a wary knowledge that everyone would panic should they be told that there was something similar to what happened at Woodsboro rearing its head, no one was rushing to call it murder. Turning down the left side of the hallway, you mused that it’d be a shock if you heard the name in anything above a whisper from other kids.

“Give them a few days, they’ll spin it into something different. This isn’t going to be another ghost-faced killer.”

Being a second-semester Junior as well, you had already arrived at the point of just wanting to get the hell out of this place, so you guessed you were also one to risk it for that. Your boyfriend had told you there was really nothing to worry about, but of course the smug fuck who didn’t have to be here would say that.

The smirk that came from remembering you had a boyfriend could even break through the anxiety, and you huffed off the fear in favor of thinking about him. Who were you kidding? You loved that bastard.

Mickey had always had a thing for the quiet ones, the kids who weren’t really looking for the spotlight but also weren’t total shadow players either. Where you fell on that scale was beyond you, but it had to have been something that he just couldn’t leave be. You hadn’t really realized what was happening until he was going out of his way to sit with you in class, throwing pencils at you when he knew you were spaced during lectures, and even alerting your friends enough to make them inclined to shoo him off. They knew a flirt when they saw one, and he didn’t impress them.

It wasn’t all on him, of course. What started as you innocently accompanying him to his classes on days you could walk together turned into joining him at his dorm for a drink every once and awhile, and then that turned into being pinned against his thin as paper bedroom wall, making enough noise from his teeth against your pulse for practically everyone else in the dorm to realize you two had become an item – even before you did. What could you say? You were on the gullible side, and he sure knew how to play with that. After eight months, you were forming enough hope in him that he wouldn’t toy with that.

You stopped outside of the restroom and cursed under your breath. It seemed that you were also gullible enough to keep trying to find this stupid fucking classroom. You couldn’t stand the anticipating silence anymore, so you shouldered through the door beside you, escaping in favor of the quiet of the restroom instead.

Maybe I should go up the stairs the next time I see them. The classroom might be mislabeled, or on another floor…

Running the cold water on your hands, your eyes dared lift up to the mirror. A click of one of the stalls’ latches made your train of thought pause, and the door swinging open by itself nearly sent you jumping into the sink.

You had seen photos of the “ghost-faced killer” – unmasked, they were a tag team of high school seniors Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, and they had terrorized their graduating class half to death before being taken down -- not by the cops, but another student. You had bumped into her a few times, but in all honesty she was like you. In that, she didn’t really like the attention that came from being intertwined with the scandal.

You could understand that enough. No matter what end you were on, you wouldn’t want to be caught with a killer of that kind of caliber, either.

As the figure stepped into view from where they had been waiting, this looked to be the getup from what you could remember from press releases (not to mention the poor excuse for publicity that was being shown at the movies). You’d seen that long, hollow face before in much less unsettling lighting, painted white and terrorizing every other frat party that Mickey would take you to, and on a night like this you were less than impressed.

You shook your hands off and scoffed, “Oh, very funny.” Turning to face the real thing, you twinged, “Kind of sick timing, but that’s not my place to judge, I guess. Night classes, too?” You laughed, but the way they didn’t even seem to move at your question made your smile falter. The next joke couldn’t form in your head, and after making eye contact with the lamenting, oval-shaped eyes of that mask, your breath constricted as you stared harder at the costume. It was pristine, not an inch of skin showing as he turned his head to follow the cascading steps you took towards the door. He even wore the gloves, something kids often blew off. It wasn’t worth the commitment to a full getup when it was just a gag, a joke between boys to make girls pull the terrifying face from the assailant and squeal in amusement when it was some good looking guy from Alpha-Beta-Bullshit, as your dormmates would sometimes call it.

Your entire body braced now because it was obvious. This was too polished to be a stupid joke by a stupid frat boy. Judgement wasn’t rational, but you also figured that risking it wasn’t worth it either. You gave him one final smile, and when there was still no reaction you picked up as much speed as you could to turn and barrel out the door, using your own momentum to rocket full speed ahead.

The boots came after you first, pounding on your heels as you yelped. “Jesus-! Dude, what the hell are you doing!?” You looked back, seeing the knife in his hand that was now glinting under fluorescent strips overhead, flashing silver white and grey as he rushed after you. When your fleeting glances couldn’t discern between a gag blade and a real one, you shed your bag and threw it behind you with a roll off your fingers.

Hitting their knees perfectly, they stumbled over it and hit the floor face first with a resounding thud, trails of the cloak fluttering up before sinking with him. You hissed air through your teeth, now turning a corner. The realization that the directions were still not coming to mind only made you curse loudly.

“FUCK! HELP!”

Your shoes squeaked loudly as you slowed against the linoleum, but it only caused a gloved hand to finally curl around the back of your shirt collar. You screamed again as they walked you to the wall, the terrifying stretched visage of the mask now inches away from your nose and shaking under the roll of your struggling. You tried to pull your arms out to land on them, but the sight of the blade rearing its head again made you freeze. They had a weapon, you didn’t; that was enough to get you to only glare and shudder against the cool painted drywall settling into the back of your head. Turning their wrist, the cold edge settled against the spot one might poke to feel your pulse, right under your jaw. You locked eyes with the sockets of the mask again, and then squinted hard as the sensation went down from your jaw, tickling the length of your neck with a warning nick near your collarbone.

The hiccup of pain in your throat exploded into a name, and you stared at the mask as it fell from your shaking lips. The last person you would have thought about should this moment pass and your throat be slit. “Mickey-“

Your plea triggered a deep flicker of their chest, something that could be taken as a breathless chuckle. The wandering blade fell still across your neck, and then immediately dropped from your body. The pang of pressure lingered and feeling what would be a little mark against the stretch of your neck made your cold blood immediately surge back to a boil. You groaned, daring to shove against their chest with driving heels of your hands. It felt as though they were allowing you to get away, only turning their head as you shot out from under the robe-clad arm that had kept you penned in.

Your legs were scrambling to run, tripping for a few feet before swiveling into the stairwell. You were the one who fell to the floor now, letting out another pained noise and sprawling just before the long descent of stairs. Staring over the dusty edge of the first step and down the way, your arms braced the floor and you let out another pathetic noise.

“[Y/N].” The voice called, almost sickening in its purr. Like it was coming off of a smug bout of laughter, the tone only heard in what you could recall of the retelling on what the ghost-faced killer would say before he closed in on the victims, “What’s the matter? Am I playing too rough?”

The silence that followed made you almost throw yourself down the stairs if it meant getting away, watching the open doorway that you had scrambled through while catching your breath. Your chest screamed for relief; hands gathered dirt from the floor as you dragged yourself to the very edge of the flight and to try and prepare to run again. Your eyes weren’t watering, but they were blown so wide to the point of pain. No other footsteps followed after, and no other voices were coming from any direction. Not from the hall, not from the other side of the stairwell.

“…[Y/N]? Dude, where are you?”

A different voice spoke, breaking the moment and making you jolt. It was one you knew, your heart leaping to thump like it was going into shock. That name came to mind again, circling your head as you pulled yourself up, a hand gluing to the stair rail and your mind rushing faster than your legs could take you to the doorway.

“Mickey!?”

You shot back into the hall to see him turn on his heels and face you from the other end of the corridor. “What are you doing here!?” You gasped, “You have to leave, we have to leave!” You ran after him, glancing over your shoulder and trying to absorb every detail that you could. Once again you were only facing the silence you had known this hall to give outside of what you had just encountered. You babbled, “Mick, there was this fucking guy, he w-was-“

“Okay, how about we breathe before we talk?” Your eyes fixed on the bag – your bag – sitting on one of his shoulders. When he got close enough, his hands immediately took hold of your arms. The phantom of the figure who had been standing with you just minutes ago made you flinch as he came close. His voice was soft, the same easy roll that was turned up to eleven to try and make you stop shaking, “It’s alright, take your time before you start sounding off.” When you stopped talking, shoulders falling up and down as you stared past his shoulders and down the other end of the hall, he snorted, “Baby cakes, you look like you just caught the football team fucking each other or something.”

You stopped watching for the jet black costume to pop out in your peripheral again, meeting his keen eyes. He shrugged at you, “I haven’t seen anyone else here besides you. Are you sure you’re in the right building for this stupid night class?” Shaking your head at him, lost to what your mind should be concerned on for a moment, he pulled an arm around the back of your neck and sighed, “Look, how about we just get out of here? You’ll have another night to find this stupid class.”

His and your footsteps echoed as he walked alongside you, grinning while you struggled to wash the sour look off your face. Part of you became too petrified to look back down the corridor, wondering if there was a third pair of shoes falling into line with yours. Even with the safety gained from Mickey coming out of left field, you were still unable to realize where the exit was in this building. Everything had moved so fast that you didn’t even know where you ended up.

He would know how to get out of here, at least. How else would he have found a way in? You had to stop still again, not only to catch your breath but to realize that there was a feigning comfort to that. He had sought you out without complaint thus far, and that was a lot for him.

You clutched your bag's strap now as he caught the confused glare, your face still unable to let go of its terrified countenance just yet. He tipped his head down to meet your eyes, lips closed but his tongue obviously digging into his cheek. "...What if I got you that chicken that you said you'd have sex with if you could?"

"What? I didn't say that." You gasped, melting into laughter as he rose his eyebrows at you. He flashed his teeth, nodding slowly as he insisted, "Yes, you did. Said it clear as day at that hole-in-the wall place Randy made us go to last week. Made the entire place look at us like we had just committed murder."

"Was..." You finally took a last look over your shoulder, the fear thoroughly sliding from your body as you turned back to him and whispered, "Was I drunk?"

He rolled his eyes, giving an exasperated glance to the ceiling, "So fuckin' hammered. Now come on." You pressed harder into his side, laughing with him as he pulled you down another turn, hand secured to your hip.

No masked marathon runner with a knife could shatter what security that was giving you.

#mickey altieri x reader #mickey altieri x y/n #ghostface x reader #ghostface x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher x y/n #✏️#📞#me: *looks at all the ghostfaces i could love* hmmmm #me: *sees the one that has like the flimsiest motive* You.#also i *will* show you guys this fucking hallway if you want to see it idk how scary it actually is but i didn't like it lol #the lights would flicker and i'd get disoriented in it a lot so it was just a weird plane of existence to be in every tuesday and thursday

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drakenology · 4 years

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Hmmm how about a school reunion at UA high (you can choose any men you like idc). The pro hero doing the freaky with you in an empty class, and it could be a friends to lover kind of story. (Just sayin if it’s a good idea ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ since it just popped in my mind)

i’m running laps... nonnie you da bestest!

Reunion- Izuku Midoriya

warnings: smut, cum, panty gag..? is that what you call it?, exhibitionism, raw sex, cussing, heavy teasing, use of alcohol, friends to lovers, cocky ass pro hero midorya.

If you told yourself about an hour ago that you’d be going to a high school reunion you’d call yourself a liar. UA was the place where you spent your best years, learned a lot and made many amazing long time friends. Even if your invitation was last minute you still got yourself all dolled up to attend.

UA’s entire campus was decorated for the occasion. Even though you were to all meet in the gynasiam, your old principal still knew how to host an event. As you walk inside the gym you see all the tables, some already filled with former students catching up with their old classmates. You notice that all of 1-A was in one assigned part of the room and run over.

You noticed you could hardly recognize any of your friends when you arrived, Kirishima towering over just about the whole class as he stomped around greeting everyone with his huge dress shoes. All the girls looked so pretty in their gowns, sparkling in the light as they walked by to say hello and walk straight to the punch bowl to chat; you following them when you see Momo and Ochako.

Todoroki, Bakugo and Midorya all walk in together looking like and absolute iconic trio. They all grew into their looks fabulously, practically every alumni stopping and staring as they entered.

Izuku greeted everyone with a warm smile you’ve always loved, emerald eyes shimmering in the lights above your heads. Izuku was always such a handsome boy. Though after all these years those boyishly cute looks were replaced by the strong and prominent features of a man. He wore a black sweater with a white button up underneath, the collar sitting on the crewneck sweater with class. He had on a silver watch and matching rings, dazzling cufflinks and charming shoes. His entrance made a point that it paid to be the number one hero, and any naysayer from way back when could respectfully suck his dick.

Izuku stops by the punch bowl when he sees you and all the girls standing near it, obviously he had to greet all the women who supported and helped him be the hero he is today. He gushed to Uraraka about how strong and powerful she’s become, doing the same for Asui and Momo as well.

When he saw you though, standing with your glass in your pretty manicured hands he had hug you. Even though you were only his friend, he often found himself stroking his cock to the thought of your breathy moans as he pounds you harshly against any and every surface, his hand reaching up to choke you as he fucks tears into your eyes.

You were admirable, strong and gorgeous. All throughout high school he watched you closely, witnessing your greatness before you topped the charts as a top five hero. He always wanted to be close to you, hoping your greatness rubbed off on him as you learned from each other.

Izuku got close, his scent enveloping you as he pulled you up to him by the waist and hugged you like a long lost lover. You find yourself sighing into his chest and he swayed side to side, his big arms encasing you in their strength and protection.

This is the same boy who couldn’t even look you in the face at school without turning beet red, all grown up and so confident in himself. He could charm the panties off of even the prudest of women, his once gentle voice now smooth and deep. “How have you been, Y/N? It’s been so long since I last saw you.” Izuku says, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss it. If he was trying to seduce you it was working, a giddy laugh parting your lips as your stomach fluttered.

“I-It has been a while hasn’t it?” You grin, batting your eyelashes as he smiled back at you, sickeningly sweet as he refilled your glass like a true gentleman.

“You look great tonight.” He says, leading you over to a nearby table to sit and catch up.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Number One Hero.” You tease, sitting after Izuku pulled out your chair. Izuku laughed sheepishly, having a seat next to you.

“Stop. I’m just plain old Deku.” He chuckles, raising his glass to toast with you. As the night went on, the spiked punch started to make you pay more attention to Izuku’s matured appearance.

He sat up tall, broad shoulders and big scarred hands as he took another sip from his glass. You watch closely as his lips wrap around the rim, wishing it were your pussy instead as your thighs clench unconsciouslly.

Your clit throbs as you watch him interact with all your other friends who had joined you at the table, his charming smile and velvety laugh making your heart run a million miles a minute. Izuku himself had fallen victim to the affects of the alcohol you both consumed, Izuku’s glance diverted towards the necklace you wore which hung teasingly above your delicious cleavage.

His palms sweat a little at the thought of your pebbled nipples pressed against his chest as he drilled you into the table in front of you both. Izuku’s eyes follow your curves as you sat, thighs squished and thick as your dress hung just above your knees.

What a sorry excuse for a dress, he thought. It’d be a shame if someone were to hike it up a bit to show off that ass he loved watching walk by in class. In a fit of lust Izuku mindlessly palms at your thighs under the table, darting his eyes up at you to see if you liked the feeling of his hands on you.

Boy did you. You bit your lip, your cunt aching as his hand grabs at your inner thigh and caressing the soft skin. He kept the conversation going with his old classmates, his hands palming at your panties as he hooks his fingers along the hem. His smile was so deceiving; innocent and friendly to mask the lewd actions he was performing just under their noses. You gasp, his fingers running along your clothed slit.

“Are you alright, Y/N? You look a little hot.” Izuku asks, keeping up his sham as he points out your heavy breathing. You nod, ensuring everything is fine as you feel his hands move your panties aside. You almost yelp when his fingers gather your slick, prodding against your weeping hole as he chatted with Todoroki about a mission they were on together. You turn your face away from the table, eyes crossing when he slips his digits inside you.

The agony of his assault on your pussy almost made you blow your cover, a mewl slipping past your lips as you gasp with every thrust of his hand; thankful the music and chatter concealed your whine. You turn back to the table and look up at Izuku again, who was already staring at your body’s every move with dark green eyes. He leans down towards your ear and whispers to you so sweetly you almost faint.

“Get up and leave the table, I’ll be right behind you.” His hands slid out of your panties, your mouth whining at the loss as you get up and excuse yourself. You tell everyone you’re going to the bathroom and walk out of the gym. You stand in the hallway and wait for Midoriya to come out, your mind racing as you try to process what the fuck just happened back there.

You couldn’t deny you always had a soft spot for Deku but you would have never thought those feelings would be requited. Shortly, Izuku walks out of the gym, inching towards you to pin you up against the wall.

“You’re so naughty. Letting me finger you under the table while I talk to our friends. You know what naughty girls get, right?” Izuku hums, forehead resting on yours as he ghosts his lips over your glossed ones. “I can’t wait to smear your makeup all over that pretty face of yours.”

You shudder at his words, Izuku leading you by the hand all the way to the end of the hall, an empty classroom seeming to be the perfect place to ruin you. You kiss each other with fervor, grabbing at each other’s bodies as breathy moans and gasps are exchanged. Izuku lifts you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist as walks towards the empty teacher’s desk. He carefully sits you down, standing between your legs as his hands unzip your dress.

“Been wanting to see these since I met you.” Izuku coos, eagerly pulling your dress down to reveal your bra, your tits sitting pretty as his hands grab at them both. Your pussy started to ache again when he pulled your bra down, bare breasts pebbling in the cold air of the room.

And to make matters worse he was being so dominant, his sweet and charming disposition replaced with feral lust. “Izu- ah- w-we shouldn’t do this here.” You whine, lying to yourself about how badly you wanted him to take you on that desk, his fingers pinching your nipples harshly.

“Oh but you were so wet earlier. I could feel that greedy pussy sucking my fingers in deep. You’re not a very good liar, Y/N.” Izuku mocked, pulling your panties down. “Be a good girl and lemme taste you, hm?” Izuku crumpled up your panties in his hands and shoved them into your mouth, pushing you enough to make you lay across the desk.

Your legs fly open, Izuku’s face making its way towards your dripping cunt with that saccharine grin on his face. He knew he was about to devour you until you forget where you are, your moans and the feeling of his tongue delving deep inside your gummy walls the only things you can fixate on. He couldn’t wait to hear those pretty moans loud and clear, his lips meeting your pussy to sloppily make out with it, tongue kissing your clit with a groan at the taste of your sweet juices. Your back arched off the desk, hands flying into his hair as his lip trapped your clit in between the plush flesh and suckled gently.

“I-Izu-Izuku!” You slurr, his tongue reaching deeper bounds as he slid the muscle inside, wanting to draw more distorted noises from you, his final accolade for all he’s achieved at his young age.

You near your end, high pitched whines muted by your panties filling your mouth, shaking and convulsing as you drool all over them. Midoriya burned that image of you into his mind, your eyes almost forming hearts in their irises as he fucked you with his tongue. He groans against your skin, so eager he’s unzipping his pants before you can cum in his mouth.

“Uh-uh. I wanna feel your pussy creaming all over my dick, baby.” Midoriya huffed, pulling his length out of his boxers. You stare up at him with hazy eyes, tears streaming down smearing all your mascara, lipstick probably beyond repair too. He’s inside you before you can think, air unknown to you as he dived deep in your needy pussy without a second to inhale, to get your barings. You’re a spectical, moaning so much you almost drop your makeshift gag, Izuku’s fingers lodging your panties back inside.

“Don’t want our classmates to hear you screaming right baby?” Izuku says into your neck, sloppy kisses in time with his brutal thrusts into your spongiest spots. You’re sobbing, pussy making raunchy sounds as you claw at his back, cresent shapes showing proudly as Izuku worked you with his thickness.

“Oooh listen to you baby. Sound so pretty for me.” Izuku panted, taking your hardened nipple into his mouth as his eyes watched yours roll to the back of your head as he hit your cervix, smirking at your reaction. He hits that spot over and over again, the white hot pleasure so overwhelming you’re drooling all over your chin, throat hoarse from all the silent screams you let out into your panties that were practically lodged down your throat.

“Fuhhhhh!!” You slurr, clenching around his cock furiously, pussy drooling all over his dick as you came hard.

“Yeahhhhh. That pussy’s so fuckin good baby. Wan’ me to cum inside you? Yeah I’m gonna cum deep inside that cunt, give me another, c’mon gimme another!” Izuku grunts, hips pistoning as your legs are pressed against your chest, stroking deeply as he rubbed lazy circles into your clit.

You babble into the gag, so overwheled you have no idea what to do with your hands going from holding on to the desk for dear life and pushing at Izuku’s abs as a way to beg him slow down, to let you breathe but to no avail. You feel yourself completely lose control of your body, thighs seeming to vibrate as you hiccup and whine your way into another blinding orgasm. Izuku leans down and kisses your forehead as if to apologize for the brutality, splurting hot globs of his sticky cum inside you and panting into your hair. You lay back on the desk, gasping as Izuku pulled your panties out of your mouth.

“Our friends are probably looking for us, baby. We should get you fixed up before we go back out there. ” Izuku laughs, gesturing towards your completely undone hair and runny makeup.

You pull your panties back up over your ass, Midoriya’s thick cum leaking out of your cunt when you stood from the desk with weak legs.

Izuku turns to you and zips your dress back up, kissing your shoulder as you look around for your other heel. Honestly, you’re speechless. You don’t know what to make of what just happened, Izuku promising he’ll confess his feelings properly, take you out on a nice date when you’re alone again as he wiped the tears from your cheek. You nod softly, smiling when Izuku kissed your forehead, already knowing you want to have sex with Izuku just like that for the rest of your natural life.

#bnha smut #bnha izuku #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha fic #bnha midoriya x reader #segsmail 🌈#bnha bakugo x reader #bnha kirishima #bnha todoroki

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I think Ao3 needs a better system and I think it shouldn’t allow horrible fics on it at all because they’re disgusting. The only reason Ao3 is favored by writers is because of its easy to post format and tagging system in a way where, if you tag one thing, you get a bajillion fics with that tag included and if, you want to filter out tags, you’re more than able to do so but—- see, the problem is, Ao3 is all for “we don’t and won’t control what you write.” Because all the other sites have banned things for NO reason and I think, thats the reason why Ao3 is like that too like.

People wanted a site that didn’t ban or censor friendly lgbtq+ content with appropriate tags and edgy content like violence or psychological horror or something similar. They wanted that site to be able to let them write but here’s the really bad part about it, the site also lets freaks write freaky horrible shit because it’s trying to cater to the idea of “posting what you want without rapid fire at your account.” And that’s, that’s the bad thing I believe.

Everyone can fight on this however they wish to, and they can try and appeal to other the side who thinks it’s fine or the side who doesn’t. The crux of the matter is, two statements of “Ao3 is a good site because it doesn’t ban you for no reason, has a slightly better tagging and posting format, and is easier to write on.” And “Ao3 needs more moderation, and it needs to be able to actually ban fics and ban people who wrote them and not allow anything ON their site that is breaking the basic moral ground and it needs to be able to do that WITHOUT hurting the innocent creators.” Should be able to coexist because facing it now, the only other “good” site is … well, perhaps Wattpad?

You can block people on Wattpad, you can report stories and get them deleted. That’s a good thing. The bad thing? Wattpad also allows these stories to exist. Unless you report it constantly, it’ll be there, and it’ll show up in searches for your tags and you can’t stop them. Another statement that should be added is “As much as this site needs new moderation, it is also to say that you can’t expect any writing site to be pure. Once a site seems dark content to be allowed to be published, it is a very rocky slope to attempt to say otherwise, especially if your dark content is nothing if not simple violence and death and nothing weird and disgusting.”

Basically, I think while It’s a right to get mad at, abs it’s a right to hate, I also think, innocent writers have nowhere else to go: fanfiction.net might ban their books for something as small as sexuality or gender discussion or violence, Wattpad and Ao3 allow dark content but only one site lets you block and report it. I do think we should hold Ao3 and those disgusting users accountable, but I also think, we shouldn’t shame writers for being on Ao3 when they enjoy their experience as opposed to everywhere else. At most, we can only direct our ire to Ao3 itself and those disgusting users.

Also, this isn’t really a direct statement to you but I notice your Ao3 post aNd me and my friend talked about it so I wanted to share what I think as well ^^ my English is not very good for explaining what I wish to explain so pls do forgive me for not saying the correct words or misreading something. I would, nowhere, like to talk with you about this topic! If that’s ok!

Sorry for being so late! You summed it up pretty well, and don't worry, your English is fine. I don't blame individual authors (who aren't making the illegal shit AO3 is known for).for just hosting their stuff on the aotform--it really is the best place to do it. I fully blame the site operators for refusing to take down federally illegal content and for refusing to have any kind of moderation.

Tbh the excuse that "it's an archive" is bullshit, too--libraries and other archives have strict standards around what they'll allow into their collections.

Additionally, the alternative to reporting is manually screening every single piece uploaded which...isn't really feasible. So i do agree that a system to actually report users is good.

#theo.ask #anon #ao3

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absolutebl · 3 years

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This Week in BL

March 2021 Part 4

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

This is a LONG ONE, it’s been A WEEK everyone.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Lovely Writer Ep 5 - a little slow this week, but at least Gene finally flirted back, and very cute flirting it was, too. Also we got Aey’s motivation, background, and love interest. Thank goodness for that.

Brothers Ep 8 - still pants, what can I say? Clearly I am a BL masochist. Very embarrassing for everyone concerned.

1000 Stars Ep 9 - the conflict over Tian’s father was REALLY well done. The plot of this drama is excellent, the leads are great together, and yes I totally cried. What, you didn’t?

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Word of Honor (China) Ep 16-18 - big battle fighty fighty stabby stabby. Ep 17 switches to “this drama isn’t big enough for two chaotic-neutral godlings!” So what do they do? Drink together and bicker... A LOT. Then in Ep 18 we all get the dubious joy of really freaky puppets. (I HATE puppets.) Also how is China letting this be so SO VERY VERY GAY? Also, I wanna walk through the forest wearing a smanshy purple robe and waving a big fuck-off white fan around simply because I’m a pretentious fuss monger. And frankly, I feel like this is an achievable life goal for me.

We Best Love 2 (Taiwan) Ep 4 - not gonna lie, this is looking to be one of my top 3 BLs of 2021. It’s SO GOOD. Big bonus to this ep for treating stalker behavior like the mental illness it is and not as some dumb representation of enduring love.

The Most Peaceful Place is My Place (Vietnam) Ep 1 - finally dropped (find it under NƠI BÌNH YÊN NHẤT LÀ VỀ BÊN EM on O2′s channel). It’s got actors already comfortable with BL and looks pretty good so far. An angry tsundere uke reunited with his ex, a stoic chef, giving us lots of snap, crackle, and pop out the gate.

Dear Uranus (Taiwan GL) Ep 2 - I want to love it, but it is just moving too fast. There’s not enough character dev and then they’re throwing flashbacks in? It feels like a treatment rather than a show, and a rushed treatment at that. Bummer.

HIStory 4: Close To You (Taiwan) Ep 2 (AKA Ep 3-4) - let the cheesy popcorn continue! Idiot remains an idiot; ingenue remains an ice queen; nice gay guy remains nice and gay; obsessive stalker brother is getting ever more whackadoddle. Of course these last two have the best chemistry. (It’s caregiver codependency and the salvation trope. We got us a Leo/Fiat situation going on.) Plus lots of classic BL tropes because OF COURSE there are lots of tropes.

Occasionally, I am tempted to argue that shows like H4 or Cherry Magic or Ossan’s Love aren’t technically BL because of the office setting and age of the protags - but then they all behave like high school students anyway, so *shrug*

Stand Alones

Cute little Taiwanese micro BL Friend or Lover dropped, about bisexual realization within a friendship group. Normally these are too short for me, but this one did pretty good with its 15 minutes of charm, plus it’s abad boy + shy softy pairing.

Breaking News - Thai BL

Fish Upon the Sky released its actual trailer. The upside-down kiss is gone, which makes everyone sad, and it seems far less rivals to lovers than the first iteration, which makes ME sad. But it still looks good and a more classic BL than GMMTV has given us in a while. New trailer focused more on the makeover trope and they’ve upped Mix’s role (the object of everyone’s affection) now that he’s proved himself. (Or they are using him more to carry the trailer since he has a fan base form 1k*). Starts April 9 on GMMTV in 1K*’s time slot, probably with a 10 ep run.

2gether the movie is apparently coming April 22 to Thai theaters. F4 Thailand must be having issues or GMMTV just wants to milk the BrightWin cash cow. It’s rumored to be a combination of 2gehter + Still 2gether with some extra scenes and ending. Also, one assumes a lot will be cut out, if it’s movie length.

Call It What You Want released its updated trailer. If anything, it looks more scary than before. What are we in for? April 9th.

Nitiman got a release date, May 7 on One31.

I Told Sunset About You 2 got an updated release date of May 27 on LineTV.

Second Chance the series is coming to LineTV on March 29. I don’t know much about this one. Tons of familiar faces (mostly TharnType side dishes) and some nice looking new talent but a dearth of eng subs. I think it may take on Brothers’ time slot. Line did eng subs for Brothers so maybe they will do 2nd Chance too?

Close Friend the series is coming April 22. This is a combination of 6 couples with 6 story arcs as music videos (maybe)? It’s an epic fan service with familiar faces like OhmFluke (UWMA), MaxNat (LBC also in Y-Destiny), YoonLay (YYY also in Y-Destiny), KimCop (GenY), and JaFirst (TT2).

Y-Destiny starts March 30, and has starting dropping couple’s trailers. I’m still suspicious given the director but it seems like there is plot (or plots) and a theme. Looks to be a series of 7 single ep vignettes (amended, see comments, might be 2 eps each for 14 eps total), different couple each time, some with supernatural elements, all with decent chemistry and acting chops.

Sun MaxNat’s tutor/student arc

Mon jaded rich kid meets poor innocent

Tues sports romance enemies to lovers

Weds the messy realistic actual dating one

Thurs hot ghost boyfriend (sad)

Fri YoonLayPerth coping with loss and finding new love (sad). This one will all rest on Lay's acting so we know it’s in safe hands. Our boy is going to KILL it.

Sat time-slip memory loss reunion romance

I’m thinking we can’t expect any of these to end happy or be classic BL. They’re gonna be more slice of life-ish.

Gossip - BL Outside of Thailand

Scholar Ryu’s Wedding Ceremony AKA Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (Korean historical BL) got a legit teaser (eng sub here). @curriculumvtae reports that it’s releasing April 15th on WeTV (Philippines & Thailand) and Idol Romance (South Korea), while Will of Thai Bl says it’ll be on Viki too. It’s a short run of 8 ep built on a fake relationship trope (arranged marriage variant):

Ryu Ho Seon’s (Kang In Soo from You Wish) arranged marriage turns out to be with his expected bride’s brother, Choi Ki Wan (Lee Se Jin from Mr Heart). Ryu tries to undo the marriage, but his ill mother opposes this saying the scandal would be too much. Meanwhile, Kim Tae Hyeong (Jang Eui Soo from Where Your Eyes Linger), a senior at Ryu’s school, comes to congratulate him and falls in love with Choi. Then one day, the original bride disappears.

Okay it seems a bit twisty turny for ONLY 8 EPS, but oh my goodness how excited are we? Our first intentional historical BL out of Korea!

We already knew Hong Kong was doing a remake of Japan’s Ossan’s Love under the same name (not my favorite Japanese BL but so very popular) but it’s now reported to be coming to Viu in June. Who knows how the CFA will take it. Depends on whether Hong Kong bows before the NO GAY KISSES regs or if they are going to use this as a political nose thumb... things could get cray with this puppy (the original has several kisses and s shower scene). Are we back in Addicted territory only with added comedy and civil unrest?

Speaking of Japan, Absolute BL (AKA Zettai BL ni Naru Sekai vs Zettai BL ni Naritakunai Otoko) dropped sooner than anyone thought, March 27. But being Japanese who knows how/when/if we get subs. Protag finds himself trapped in a world of BL, but being straight he fights against any hot guy that draws near, but the whole world (literally) is conspiring against him. It’s a parody adapted from a yoai.

What with Absolute BL from Japan plus Lovely Writer and Call it What You Want from Thailand, is 2021 the year of BL being ultra self referential? Sure feels like it.