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Sup! As I said in my other reblog it's more about who you attack.
Uhm the tl;dr of this is:
If genAI has no haters I'm dead but attacking people who are relying on AI isn't helpful. they're victims of a system that couldn't teach them skills so after being undermined they're developing a dependency on genAI which is dangerous bc it's a product that corporations will eventually start charging actual money to sell.
Instead of attacking people who use genAI attacking the system that curated this problem in the first place and provided a space where genAI could take over the human process and genAI itself for trying to force a dependency on it would work better to convincing people genAI sucks ass and will make you stupid.
Attacking students who don't have the skills because they don't want to develop the skills to not make it through a flawed system is kinda shit. There are children who are being told that their worth is based on a grade. The end result is all that matters the pressures put on them are unreal and they're going to use whatever tools are available to them to get by because they're kids it's the system failing them that's why they're turning to AI.
I am still a student. In fact I'm at university. In the past year I have been in crisis as my health has faded so fast it's scary. The system did nothing for me and it's only the fact that I know no matter what I can get this degree because of the endless amount of effort I put in to get this position that means I can do this.
But really? People in my shoes are ones who are set at a disadvantage, left to the mercy of a system that doesn't give a shit about them and if they dont get that big grade there are repercussions. Whether that's just socially (in the US they hold you back a grade I imagine that can fuck up your social life) or economically (you cant get a good job, or in my case you're in debt with nothing to show for it) it's a position no one should be in.
Why attack students when we could be attacking the system that puts people in desperate situations? I so genuinely cant blame anyone in my shoes for giving up because sometimes just the trip downstairs to get water brings me to tears and what? I have to care about some essay? What about actual children in my shoes who are in abusive households where parents threaten them? Do they care about these skills?
They should. Yeah they should. I care. My ability to write an essay is letting me communicate with you now, explore my gripes with AI and not some regurgitated bullshit. It's allowed me to, when I saw algorithms and the internet were taking over my life and destroying my mental health, to take a step back. If as a kid i hadn't been taught embroidery I'd be so fucked. As I mentioned I'm having mobility issues and having the ability to do something while sitting down that doesn't involve a screeen is amazing. I have the ability to just create because of these skills I was taught I will never be fully dependant on tech to entertain me and I will always have an outlet for my creativity, my emotions and sense of self through skills I learnt.
The education system didn't actually give me any of these skills tho. I hate it so much if it has no haters I'm dead. I don't hate it more than I hate genAI I just think genAI highlights the problems in the system and people go oh boo ho the system is being undermined by tech as if it isn't centuries outdated and needed a revamp.
AI is so NOT THE ANSWER tho. It takes the power (of having cool skills) out the people's hands and turns it into a product to sell back to us. A product that right now doesn't work (yes chatgpt is free, it also steals every single piece of information about you it can that's more robbery tbh).
So basically I hate genAI it's fucking up the planet. I'm a creative writing student and it's fucked up the job industry I want to go into. There's this one guy at this club i go to who doesn't READ THE FUCKING RULES to the games we play but asks fucking chatgpt who GETS IT WRONG and keeps ruining our sessions. I'm going to duel this idiot. It places more value on the end result than the process completely undermining actual progress (like human progress we cant progress with regurgitate garbage). Just arguing that Uhm Actually 🤓 👆 I did school without genAI. Is unhelpful.
Why bother attacking students and not how predatory AI is? It's trying to place itself between people and their skills, trying to curate a dependency on it. Toddlers are being taught to turn to the algorithm for entertainment that everything happens at the click of a button why think when you can scroll? How on earth is it these people's fault that the system designed to trap them, praying off the flawed education system, managed to trap them?
Why don't we take this opportunity to challenge the system that set up an environment where creativity, something we considered uniquely human, is the tool of machines? Why don't we ask how we got to a place where they can sell us our skills and people buy them?
It's not idiots and lazy people will buy anything so we're better than them for not using genAI. It's a complex issue.
"what did students do before chatgpt?" well one time i forgot i had a history essay due at my 10am class the morning of so over the course of my 30 minute bus ride to school i awkwardly used by backpack as a desk, sped wrote the essay, and got an A on it.
six months later i re-read the essay prior to the final exam, went 'ohhhh yeah i remember this', got a question on that topic, and aced it.
point being that actually doing the work is how you learn the material and internalize it. ChatGPT can give you a short cut but it won't build you the the muscles.
#If genai has no haters I'm dead#also prev it's about the system the system had an explitable problem and it's being exploited and if the system doesn't change#i kinda see genai winning#which i'd hate i want to be a writer and NOT have my shit immediately stolen by a soulless corporation#thank you for engaging with me I was hoping someone would
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So much of typing in particular as I get older is just shouting at myself 'USE THE FONT EVEN IF IT'S NOT YOUR FAVE. SET THE SIZE TO 12 OR MORE EVEN IF YOU THINK IT LOOKS CRAP/MAKES THE DRAFT SEEM TOO LENGTHY. YOUR EYES CAN'T DO IT LIKE THEY COULD BEFORE; WHY ARE YOU INTENTIONALLY MAKING THIS HARDER FOR YOURSELF?'
and I don't even have a good answer for that lmao
#text post#actually there is an answer but it's a bullshit one tbh#in my creative writing/layout courses i had it drilled into me that bolded fonts often look childish/unprofessional and are only to be used#in v specific scenarios and for particular projects so to not bother using it for personal use either#and to train your eyes to work more w/thinner/more likely to be used in most professional projects fonts instead#but let's be real here I'm not ever getting published so I think i can just use the bold fonts and call it a day for the sake of my eyes lo#tho on that note I keep forgetting to tell folks I wrote my first original fiction short story this last week and I don't entirely hate it!#I don't think it's anything new or interesting enough to actually send out but. it's the first original thing I've finished fully since lik#fuck me. 2020? 2019? bc the rest have ended in tears and frustration and have wound up abandoned or deleted#so even if it's not a useful story or anything that would make me some scratch from a writing contest im v glad to have done it#maybe I can get back to writing more original stuff alongside the fan fiction again#im rambling when my ass should be writing see ya'll later lol
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i used to secretly think mary wrote all your replies via oujia board but that's out the window as the dwarf is just fully and completely Yours. you're going to be humble and swat this away, but your varric and your words and you are the beating heart of darp and that ISNT a secret
Hey Niki, will you take a bow for me please.
There are two people we must thank for me being in DARP. Tepid is one of them - the legally and morally obligated one who I adore.
Then there is Nik, Oh Nik, I do not even know where to begin without beginning to cry. You made my 2024. You pulled my writing out of a very dark and stagnant place, a place I didn't think I would recover from and one little discord notif in the middle of JUNE pulled me out of the biggest slump of my life with my writing.
No one get me wrong, I do not think my words are vapid, but we all just look at our words and go - what the FUCK is that.
Nik, I do not think I could have powered through finishing the last bit of Another Place I just submitted without you going: "Pst I am back on Sid."
IF, and IF I ever publish anything - I will thank tepid, YOU, meems & ky, and then everyone else. I owe you a debt I can never repay.
I put writing aside because of my own pain and then you said hello again!! to me and well, I've been writing since.
#.bullshit ( ooc )#okay this is the last one i answer publically as this is very meaningful to me#no one has seen mary and i tweet at the same time tbh#actually mary and i share him#she gets him during the warm months#im the beating heart of being on the floor#seems. thanks autocorrect on my phone
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Opinion on the idea of role-swap AU where everyone only swaps one random trait per pair? (like say, Audrey is the one who stayed in Paris while Andre dipped but its still very much regular Audrey. Or Shoto going to Aldera instead of Katsuki)
Honestly we have plenty of AU ideas that stem from 'character A does something different/Character A and B swap roles'.
#actually that *shoto at Aldera* one is driving me insane#because while it would never happen because (as the next Road to Hell chapter shows) Enji is not touching that district with a ten foot pol#it would fix so many problems#shoto befriends Izuku half out of genuine Izuku and the power of friendship and half because he thinks it'll spite his dad#shoto is confused because enji doesn't care about Izuku's lack of Quirk and is just answering every one of Izuku's rapidfire questions#(because enji's focus on the family's quirks was for a specific purpose not some prejudiced bullshit)#(izuku being an All Might fan might annoy him but Enji gets why the population likes All Might so he's not too bothered)#Either Shoto decides to use this for good and/or Fuyumi is doing some TA shit and finds out about the bullying#and they go *hey dad as a Hero I'm sure you could do something about this* and whoops a rain of hellfire on the school staff#On the flipside Inko finds out about the abuse and flips on Enji because how dare he call himself a Hero but act like That™#(she may or may not throw a chair at him because damn it reoccurring theme)#tbh once confronted by an adult who knows the situation is fucked and can point out the wrongness of it from every direction?#It's actually pretty easy for him to back down on some of that and unpack a chunk of trauma
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Continuation of This Post! Food Peak SY au yippee!
I'm still a lil like hmmmmm on names for stuff like... The actual Food Peak, SY's Shizun, and a few other things! If you have any suggestions feel free to slap 'em at me!!!
I have SO MANY tiny little scenes I wanna write or yap about for this au... i have this very vivid image of SY and SJ, like, hanging out somewhere in the bamboo forest of QJP. sitting on their asses, foot to foot, like making a 'cage' between their legs as they talk and roll a little wooden container back and forth to each other. then SY, all excited, grabs the container and gets all close to SJ and his eyes are all sparkly cause he's SO excited for SJ to try this new recipe he's been working on! and SJ, stunned by Sudden Teenage Feelings allows SY to feed him some of the shimmery, bright yellow stuff from the container. (It's modern ice cream! strawberry flavored! except it's actually made with some weird monster stuff to get the flavor right....) AH. it will be SO CUTE
ANYWAY. continuation of my ACTUAL timeline/rambling under the cut!
So, where we left off, SJ has a sword to SY's neck and is demanding answers like the paranoid mess he is. SY has no idea what this guy's problem is and is like ??? and tries to explain that he wanted him to have food? And SJ is just like ??? cause that is just bullshit? WHY would you just want to feed someone? For free? SJ knows that SY is just UP to something and he better tell him WHAT. And that blade looks VERY SHARP and also SY is pretty sure that this is the guy with the MURDER rumors. From how SJ is looking at him, he's not sure how he's not already dead tbh. the truth just seems to piss SJ more and more off so eventually SY just LIES and says he was testing his food on SJ. SJ seems really smug about getting the 'truth' out of SY but then demands to know WHAT about the food was tainted. so SY pulls out his ass that he's working on adjusting some of his Peak's recipes and needed someone else to try them. and he guesses that since SJ only took a little that all his stuff must be bad still! SJ kind of looks at him and then is like. 'well. you can keep 'testing' your food on me. but if it hurts me, i'll kill you.' and SY is like FINE FINE JUST TAKE THE SWORD AWAY FROM MY NECK PLEASE!!!
and so starts the most awkward 'friendship'. it's very tense at first but they eventually get a half system figured out. SY will make stuff and meet up with SJ and pass it over. then SJ will eat it and tell SY how shit it is and they both leave. SY even manages to keep up this routine, for the most part, when the old chef comes back. (I have this whole aside that Food Peak people usually aren't poked by each Peak's defense arrays since they tend to move around a lot between the Peaks. But more on that in some other post) It's very stilted and tense at first. SJ always glares at him while he eats. and he always eats every bite even if he talks about how it tastes bad. But SY also starts to notice things about SJ, too. Like how he only looks like he actually bathes maybe once a week, is usually roughed or bruised up, and always looks super tired. When going to meet up in Their Spot one evening, SY sees a group of like three guys who have cornered SJ and SJ looks SO mad. his sword is on the ground and he's being held so the other two can beat him up. SY is like TF and uses some of that Food Peak physical cultivation to punch the hell out of one of the guys and helps SJ run them off. So, SJ is like, Super Bullied. On top of all the rumors (which SY still doesn't realize are maybe... not the full truth), he usually sleeps in the woodshed, gets his shit kicked in by some of the older people on QJP, hardly ever eats aside from what SY brings him because they won't LET him eat or chase him away, ect ect ect. Like, just think of all the bad shit that LBH had happen to him in the OG. The cyclical nature of abuse and all that shit. Except SJ ALSO has to deal with the scorn of people from other Peaks because of all the rumors and the suspicious way he was even accepted into the Sect to start with. (SY learns this all over time but we're speeding up here some. This story wouldn't even until, like, after the events of the the OG story anyway when everyone are really complicated adults so I gotta SQUISH if i ever wanna actually get anywhere) This moment, though, is sorta what spurns a way for them to become ACTUAL friends. On top of the conflict of SJ just being bullied to fuck and back, there is also a lot of conflict between the other Future Peak Lords and SJ/SY's friendship with SJ. If Fate were kind, it could lead to an SJ with a lot less issues as an adult! Sadly for the story, I am a cruel god and will only allow him happiness after he suffers again. That moment with the Ice Cream details before the read more would be, i think, the moment that SJ like really LOOKED at SY and was like 'hm i have Romantic Interest. time to pine about it.' But it's planned to be a 'SJ fell first, SY fell harder' type deal. I imagine they'd be like maybe 17 or 18 around that point? So a few years to grow close! By that point, SJ will tell SY about how QJPL is planning on making SJ the new Head Disciple. but also he was going to change his name to 'Shen Jiu'. SY feels alarmed because of the 'Shen', but there isn't THAT much of a chance that they would be the Disciples to deal with the Ascension anyway and become Peak Lords in their own right. (SY would also be his Peak's HD by this point). Plus, SJ would NEVER be like the straight up evil guy he keeps finding more info about?? So he's super excited for SJ!!! But the only problem is that SJ's cultivation was really stunted and poor so he's not sure that his Shizun will actually give it to him. It goes on for a bit longer with SY fucking around, 'inventing' recipes and stuff, but his main goal is now shifted. He's gunna do everything in his power as a Food Cultivator to power boost SJ and help heal his Spirit Veins so he can be the new HD for QJP! During all this, the System gets a SUPER flash of inspiration (it was still there! Just more in the background!). It's the perfect way to add depth to SQQ as well as keep the plot of PIDW on track. While SY is planning on what he can make for SJ he gets a quest pop up called 'Master of the Fridge'.... >:)
OKAY all i got time for right now! reach out if you got any specific questions! i'd love to chat if you're down! :D
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[Suhyeok x Bully!Hambie!Gwinam's Sister!Reader / All Of Us Are Dead]
Warnings: NONCON (Well, sort of? Suhyeok's saying no but he actually wants it?), Female Reader, Sub!Suhyeok, Dom!Reader, Smut, Degrading.
(A/N): So i just finished AOUAD and hOLY FUCK i need more Suhyeok smut. I'm a massive fucking domme so had make this idea into a fanfic!! I might make a longer one tbh, like a book on wattpad or something haha. Anyways, filth under the cut!

"What are you smirking at, you brat, huh? Answer me.“
You moved like a predator, dangerous and calculating, and Suhyeok panted pathetically before you even touched him. You'd roughed him up a little so he was too exhausted to dare to escape your clutches.
“Nothing! None of your business, Yoon (Y/N)."
As defiant and brave as ever, Suhyeok wasn’t going to give himself up without a fight, even if he didn’t want to win that fight anyways. You'd found him alone in a classroom full of zombies, fighting for his life. Luckily, you were there to help him out of that sticky situation...and into another one. You and your psycho brother, Yoon Gwinam, had both turned into a Hambie. Conveniently, Gwinam told you that Suhyeok was yours, as long as he have Cheongsan to torment. Nightmare siblings, everyone called you.
"Lee Suhyeok. I saved you. How are you going to repay me, huh?"
You picked him up from the floor like he weighed nothing, ripping his blazer and shirt apart almost instantly, shocking him. A part of Suhyeok felt violated, but another part excited him. He'd hanged with the school bullies before, hence he knew you, and secretly liked you and your fierce attitude.
"Come on, thats enough, (Y/N). Let me go. I have to get back to the others."
Your eyes widened in anger.
"Say that again. I dare you. Do you know what fucking bullshit i had to go through to finally capture you?!"
Suhyeok accidentally moaned as you cornered him and tangled a hand in your hair, tugging on it. You basically hissed, nails leaving tracks across the tanned, unblemished skin of his chest. He gasped, attempting to push you away as you sucked on his neck harshly, making sure not to bite him...yet.
“Wha- (Y/N)..stop - nnghh..."
Suhyeok trailed off, groaning, his adams apple bobbing up and down as you traced his neck. It made you thirsty for more; to claim him as yours, to hurt him more. There was nothing more erotic than a strong fighter submitting to you completely, unable to defend himself from your advances. The truth is, ever since Suhyeok stopped talking to you, your brother and the other bullies, day by day you grew more frustrated with him. And his stupid bravery. The fact that he's not yours. That hes so perfect and good and distancing himself from you. From evil.
"Please, (Y/N). I have to help our classmates -"
Oh come on. Even when he was being violated like this, Suhyeok was thinking of others. At this point he knows he’s going to be punished for even believing that you were a nice person. Because you were a possessive freak. A weirdo. Someone who’s entire existence is frowned upon. If only he knew what it was like to be infatuated with someone until you’d either kill a person, or them.
SLAP.
“Don’t you get it? You’re mine. Stay out of everyone’s sight. Don’t touch them, talk to them, look at them, or even breathe in their direction. I'll kill you if you go back."
Before Suhyeok could say anything else, he choked on his next words as you peeled your panties off and picked him up, thrusting straight onto him, his cock completely filling you up. In that moment, he felt himself crumble in front of you. In this very moment, all Suhyeok wanted was to feel alive again. To forget about the damn zombies. You felt the sweet sting of him stretching you open, filling you to the brim and you know you’d never feel this with anyone else. No matter how shady and unethical and terrifying you were, Suhyeok knew you were not the kind of woman you find twice.
“Are you fucking with me? You like this don’t you? You dirty little whore, Lee Suhyeok, enjoying being used by a filthy possessive girl like me. You want to be owned. Be thankful i haven't turned you already."
You weren’t taking your time, the way you’re fucking him into the wall—bucking your hips into his at a frantic pace and making him whine—it wasn’t for pleasure. No, he could tell by the way you’re keeping him close, not trying to change your angle to get deeper, that you wanted to possess him completely.
"Harder..."
He finally whispered, his eyes averting from your gaze as you fucked him into oblivion. The slapping of flesh was loud, and so was the sound of Suhyeok's ever so needy moaning. And your heavenly whimpers.
"(Y/N), fuck, im yours. I'm yours, so own me."
That's what you liked to hear.
[END]
#suhyeok#lee suhyeok#kdrama imagine#kdrama x reader#suhyeok x reader#suhyeok smut#suhyeok imagine#all of us are dead#all of us are dead imagine#all of us are dead x reader#all of us are dead smut#smut#dom!reader#sub!character#aouad#aouad x reader#aouad smut
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Sasuke Uchiha x Reader
Word Count - 4k
Warnings - smut, angry sex, public sex, fear of getting caught, hair pulling, angst, slight paranoia, kinda non-canon structures (its been a long time since i watched naruto tbh so disregard the village not being exactly how the anime is), oral - male receiving, face fucking, gagging, degradation, penetrative sex, fem!reader, choking, reader is described to be wearing a dress in this chapter, there’s a voyeur
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It’s been a few days since the last time Sasuke was over. You’re used to the silence in between his visits; it’s become second nature to go days, even weeks, without seeing him, and the radio silence between each time he visits has become more common than the last.
It doesn’t bother you. It does. You could really care less. Sasuke has been the only thing that’s been on your mind. You absolutely hate him. You feel…conflicted.
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Limbs tangled with one another, all you could hear were the heavy breaths that escaped both of your lips, your body rising and falling every time Sasuke took in a deep breath as you laid on top of him, his hands dancing along the skin of your back so featherlight it almost tickled.
Neither of you had uttered a word, just basking in the feeling of touching the other’s skin; the warmth radiating off each other’s body heat brought a sense of familiarity that you couldn’t quite pinpoint just why you felt most comfortable in his arms. You mentally shook the thought away; there was no need to focus on that. Your mind had already cleared up from the sex fog he had put you under and had started to race with a million different things that you wanted to bring up to him. Why did he do what he did? When was he going to leave again? He’s going to leave right away, don’t be stupid. When were you going to see him again? Why did he leave in the first place? You wanted to bring up so much, but you couldn’t brush off this feeling that something was about to happen, as if the rainstorm you were caught up in earlier today was a warning of a disaster brewing and about to happen.
“What’s wrong,” Sasuke spoke up, his words sounding more like a statement than a question. His eyes were trained on you, making your stomach involuntarily tighten with their intensity. He had been focusing on the multitude of expressions that had graced your face within the last minute; you were completely oblivious to his stare; somehow, he wanted to blame the sex for your lack of inattentiveness and not the fact that you may feel safe around him, no it couldn’t be that. Being distracted has nothing to do with him and everything to do with you being incompetent. Yeah, that’s it.
Your eyes met his, and before he knew it, your eyes lit up, a small smile appeared, and a simple shake of the head erased any form of contemplation he had previously seen. “Nothing.” You quickly say, “Just thinking.” Bullshit
“About what?” He interjects, his hands that were once dancing lightly across your back were now holding your hips, gripping ever so slightly.
“Just thinking, random thoughts, it doesn’t matter.”
“If it doesn’t matter, then you can tell me.”
Huffing a sigh, you stare back at him, his emotionless pools of black not letting you get a read on him, yours: uncertainty. “You won’t answer me even if I ask.”
He raises and sits up, causing you to reposition yourself in an upright position as well; your eyes stay trained on him as his stare hardens, almost as if what you just said offended him somehow. His eyes glance into yours as if he needs to be wary now. “I’m not answering anything about why I’m back in the village or why I left.” He blurts out quickly, a scoff following soon after. “You know you can’t say anything about seeing me. Don’t go blabbing about it to any of your little friends, or I won’t be coming back.” His stare solidifies as your jaw drops ever so slightly; the hardened look he’s giving you makes your chest tighten, and your body rises in temperature.
Sasuke sees your expression fall ever so slightly before you catch yourself and, in turn, sends the signature scowl he’s grown accustomed to back in his direction. Your eyes narrow while you sit up straighter, the discarded sheet on the bed now pulled tightly to your chest, and he curses at the way that made his stomach clench. He doesn’t care if you’re mad at him, but he can’t lie and say he didn’t want to ruin your two’s good momentum today. The sex was great, and he wanted to leave on what would be considered a good note for the both of you.
“I think you should go,” you say simply. You avert your glare and decide to stare at the wall instead, avoiding his eyes. “You know where the door is.” Ouch.
He rubs his face and sighs. “Look, you don’t get-”
“I don’t care, Sasuke. Like I said, it didn’t matter. So why don’t you just leave? I never saw you, and I’m not going to tell any of my “little friends.”
You sigh and throw the blankets off you, quickly grabbing your clothes and slamming your bathroom door shut.
Your throat tightened from the moment you got up, wanting to get away from him from the very moment he opened his stupid mouth. You take a slow, deep breath and let it out; the tightness in your throat drops to your stomach. Why would he even snap like that? What gives him the right to think he could speak like that to you? You miff another sigh out as the conflict in you bubbles up even more with the thoughts running rampant. How stupid could you be for thinking he actually could’ve been somewhat of a nice human being after today?
Your thoughts were quickly silenced by the sound of your front door opening and closing, the door shutting louder than necessary. Fucking asshole.
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You shake your head to rid yourself of your thoughts as you look at yourself in the mirror, you fix your hair and check over your outfit in the mirror, quickly doing a little 360 in your mirror. Everyone had decided that tonight was a good night to hang out and have some drinks as no one had any missions for tomorrow, so there was no need to worry about any impending hangovers.
You changed into a nice dress that fell mid-thigh; it was form-fitting and casual enough that you didn’t overdress or underdress with it. You pulled your hair into a high ponytail and just enough makeup to cover any eye bags that were more prominent than usual, no less from your sleepless nights thinking about he-who-shall-not-be-named-or-thought-of. You looked yourself over in the mirror and smiled. You felt pretty tonight, and it was nice not constantly to be in work mode for once.
The stressors from work and the expectations you always got from everyone took a toll on your body more than you would have liked. You were expected to never make any mistakes and always be three steps ahead, and it was simply a lot. Was it fair? Probably not, but it was also what you got for being a perfectionist at such a young age. You gave everyone expectations where you could only rise instead of fall. If you fell, everyone would know, and you just couldn’t have that.
You leave your apartment and make your way down to meet your friends. The air had a slight chill to it as the sun was finally setting, but something along with the chill was bothering you. You couldn’t brush off the feeling that someone was watching you.
Your feet skid to a halt as you spin, eyes cascading along the rooftops of the buildings around you. Your breathing picks up as your heart begins beating, and you feel every thump as your anxiety spikes. You internally curse yourself for being so stupid as not to even bring a single shuriken with you. For god’s sake, you could’ve popped one in your purse just for safekeeping. The anxiety you feel is derived from being paranoid, and you have to remind yourself no one is watching you and that it’s just your own mind playing tricks on you. You take a deep breath as you hear a name call out to you; turning back around, you see Shikamaru and Choji waving you over. You speed walk over to them, swallowing down the feeling of someone’s eyes on you. Was Sasuke here again? You wouldn’t expect him to be over so soon after the fight you two had just days ago. He’s never over this soon after he leaves anyway. Usually, it takes weeks for him to come over, sometimes even months. Although his eyes being the ones you’ve felt had to have been it, there’s no other explanation.
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The buzz of the alcohol was finally settling in; once you got inside, you decided you needed a tiny little shot to calm your nerves and anxieties, then another once all your friends arrived and wanted to take a group shot, and now here you are ordering your third. You’re a lightweight, no shock about that, and feeling a bit dazed as you stare at the shot of alcohol sitting in front of you. You’re so zoned out, not even realizing the presence of someone taking the seat next to you at the bar table.
“You look nice tonight.” A familiar voice catches your ear, and you turn, seeing Shikamaru next to you. A sudden rush of heat hits you as you stare back at him. “Oh, T-Thank you.” You stutter out and mentally smack yourself. You divert your attention back to your shot glass, suddenly remembering how intriguing it was just two seconds ago.
Suddenly, hearing the sound of glass scraping against the bar table, you look up and see a similar shot in Shikamaru’s hand. “Cheers?” He holds up his shot glass, waiting for you to do the same. A small chuckle leaves you as you hold yours up and clink your glass with his. “Cheers.”
You knock back the shot, grimacing over the familiar burn down your throat and the fuzzy feeling deep in your stomach. You sigh and slump back against your seat as you look at Shikamaru. “You look nice too, I think I forgot to compliment you back.”
He chuckles, “Thanks, I didn’t really know what to wear. I wanted to come in sweats and a hoodie, but Ino just about had a conniption when I mentioned that.”
“Oh, don’t lie, you didn’t even want to come to this.”
“And you did?”
“Well, you got me there, didn’t you?”
Laughter fills the air around you two as you continue to talk about past missions, the latest drama you’ve heard around the village, and even as mundane as the midnight snacks you two have had, you were actually…enjoying yourself; the thought of Sasuke had been dissipated like the rain that had come and gone from the prior days. Listening to Shikamaru talk was something you found yourself rather enjoying. Still, maybe that’s just the alcohol in your veins talking. Yeah, that was definitely it. “So, what’s new with you?” Shikamaru asks, his eyes finding yours, and the sudden tightness is once again back, whether that being because the only thing that seems to be ‘new’ in your life was Sasuke and every little defiling and obscene moment between you two replayed again in your head or because you actually might be liking the attention Shikamaru is giving you the world will never know.
“Ah, you know. Lots of training, lots of missions, lots of-”
“Staying in your apartment all day and night?”
You quirk an eyebrow up at him, lips slowly following suit. “Shikamaru Nara, are you stalking me?” An indiscernible giggle leaves your lips, which shocks not only you but also him. You can see the pink rising to his cheeks at your minor faux accusation; his eyes widen, and his hands immediately come up to defend himself. “No, I just hear Ino constantly nagging at me to hang out with her, that’s how I know. I don’t stand out of your window or anything like that. Do you know how much time and energy that takes? Do you know-”
“Shikamaru?”
“What?”
“I was joking.”
“Oh.”
“You know, for someone with an IQ higher than a tree, you’re kinda dumb.”
“You know what…Shut up.”
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The air around you as you step outside drops a few degrees, causing you to shiver despite the multiple shots you had earlier. Glancing around, you notice how barren the pathways are and how barren the town seems. You glance back over your shoulder to see that Shikamaru is already on his way with his teammates, all drunk themselves, as you see them stumbling against each other.
Your apartment isn’t far from where you are, so you, in turn, make your way down the path. Bad idea. The more you walk, the more you regret that last shot you took and every single life choice you seem to have made tonight because the line you had been walking in had slowly turned into a wave, making you plant your hand on the building beside you. “Just a little more, and I’m almost home.” You blow out a sigh before taking another step forward. Looking up, your body freezes as you see a rock fly past you and fall to the floor to your right. Your senses come to realize that someone is near as you stare at the rock. The alcohol has slowed your reflexes because you’re yanked backward, a scream bubbling up in your throat. Still, before you can release it, a hand is clasped over your mouth, and you get dragged in between the two buildings down the small alleyway.
You begin kicking back and screaming into the hand, fighting as you’re dragged back further into the small space between the two buildings, your front pressed against the wall and the chills finding their way back up your spine once you hear his voice. “How stupid could you be?” His voice is loud in your ear, hand still firm against your mouth, not allowing you to utter a word. “Walking home drunk is one thing, but what the fuck are you wearing?” He seethes. Your dress is already riding up higher on your thighs, just below your ass, due to being pressed between the wall and the man himself. It took all of one big gust of wind to blow it up or one perverted old man to ‘drop’ something of his to catch a look up your dress. The anger that welled up in his chest was undeniable as he pushed off of you and spun you around to slam you harder into the wall itself. Your eyes caught him scanning over you; his already dark eyes seemed even darker tonight. The dress you wore hugged every inch of you perfectly, and it drove him madder seeing it hiked up higher than intended, all thanks to him. One more inch, and he could see the little lace thong he knew you were wearing. He finds your eyes and tsks at the dumbfounded look you gave him; just how stupid were you?
“Sasuke-”
“Shut up and get on your knees.” He cuts you off, hands gripping your arms and tugging you down until you plop down on your knees. The dirt underneath you digs uncomfortably into your skin. You look up, pupils dilated as you stare up at the ravenette. “Unless you want us to be caught, I suggest you not utter a single noise.” Without warning, Sasuke pushes two fingers past your lips and into your mouth, pumping the digits like they were his cock until they were soaked with your own spit. “I suggest you act right, given your circumstances.” He speaks, and your eyes narrow up at him; the urge to clamp your teeth on his fingers threatens to come to fruition, but you can’t ignore the subtle throb in between your legs. “Suck.” He says while pushing his fingers deeper and tugging his pants down with his other hand, pulling down the material along with his underwear, allowing his cock to spring out. You could feel yourself salivate just looking at him, wanting to trade his fingers for his cock against your better judgment. He presses his fingers down harder against your tongue, causing you to gag and choke on saliva; you can hear the snicker that comes from him as he watches you trying to quieten your coughing spout.
His hand threads into your hair, messing up your almost perfect ponytail, the grip burning your scalp as he pulls you forward, knees dragging against the ground while the tip of his cock presses against your wet lips, his precum smearing across them in an almost erotic way that Sasuke doesn’t think he could last by just looking at you.
You drop your jaw open while he pushes his cock past your lips, enveloping himself in the warmth that is your mouth. The grip on your hair grants you nothing but pain as his hips begin to move to their own rhythm, his cock hitting farther back than the last thrust. You try your best to breathe through your nose as he fucks your face to his liking; maybe if your mind weren’t so focused on Sasuke being here, cock down your throat and his eyes watching you so meticulously, you’d have the nerve to push back, make him slow down, maybe even explain why he knew you were out with your friends in the first place and not at home.
Tugging you even tighter, Sasuke pushes your head until your nose is brushing against his stomach; your throat tightens as he effectively pushes each inch into your throat. “You feel me? Do you think that Shikamaru could ever stretch your throat out like I do? He might as well try something with you seeing how fucking drunk you were tonight.” His hips rock forward until his dick hits further back into your throat. You choke around him, drool effectually spilling past your lips and down your chin.
Eyes squeezing shut, you sputter another cough, which turns into a gag around his length. A disapproving noise is heard from him as he pulls away, allowing you to take in deep breaths. As you open your eyes, you see him crouched down in front of you, a look one can only describe as displeasure. “How stupid could you be?” he says, slightly shaking his head before he speaks again. You’re supposed to be better than them.”
“Better than-”
Crack!
“Naruto! You idiot!” You gasp as you hear the rest of your friends walking down and getting closer to the alleyway you were in. They must’ve just now left the bar you all were at; this isn’t good; you need to leave; they can’t see you like this. You pull farther away from Sasuke as you see them pass the opening between the two buildings, all of them stumbling and unknowingly passing you as they walk.
Another tsk leaves his mouth as he shoves you forward; you catch yourself on your hands while grimacing at the sting that travels through the skin of your knees. You feel his hands positioning himself behind you, all while pushing your dress up to your hips and pulling your thong to the side. Suddenly feeling every bit of alcohol drain from your system, you become hyper-aware of what is really happening; you jolt forward, and before you can spin around to ask him what he thinks he’s doing, you’re yanked back by your hair, back arching to the point where you’re staring straight into his eyes. “Make sure to be quiet, or else everyone is going to see how much you love taking my cock.” A deep chuckle vibrates through him. “What would they think when seeing you on all fours in an alley? Perfect little (y/n) crying from how good my cock makes her feel; how would you ever live that down? You think Shikamaru would ever give you the slightest bit of attention after that?”
Letting go of your hair, a knee between your thighs pushed them further apart while you balanced yourself on your hands. The itching feeling that someone could see or be watching from a distance burns brighter than the pain in your knees. The swollen tip of his cock prods your already glistening entrance; you bite down on your lip to stop any form of a whine from slipping out. You swallow down the nerves as his hand leaves your hair to slip around your throat; the silent plea that he wouldn’t make this difficult left the moment his hips slammed into yours, his hand tightening on your throat, restraining the scream that threatened to bubble out. He gave you no time to adjust, his hand leaving your throat and falling to your waist, fingers digging into your flesh so tight as he slammed into you that you knew bruises would be there by morning.
You can’t help but glance up, fearing that any of your friends could leave the bar at any time and pass by, seeing you in the most compromising position you feel like you’ve been in. The subtle feeling that there’s a pair of eyes on the two of you grows larger while you scan around. No one has passed by the entrance, and this feeling could only be explained by you being scared of getting caught.
Sasuke’s breathy grunts found your ears, and a pang of alarm shot right through you as he was the one making noise. The subtle sound of skin slapping skin makes you even more fearful. The coil in your stomach is already winding tight; the quieter you have to become, the more your pussy grips him. You clench around him, pussy squeezing for dear life. Your nails dig into the ground beneath you, knuckles turning white.
“Oh, God…” You pant, dropping your head down between your shoulders. The sounds of everyone’s voices can be heard in the distance, and you try desperately to focus on anything other than the impending orgasm that’s slowly building up.
Sasuke shifts, bringing his hand in between your legs and fingers quickly to find your clit, rubbing quick little circles. You bite down hard on your lip, the silvery taste of metallic dancing on your tongue from allowing the moan that threatened to escape. No, You won’t give him the satisfaction of making you cum, especially this fast. You grab his hand to stop his fingers and feel his hand that was once placed on your waist slide across your skin and reach back up to your throat, drawing your back flush to his chest, knees digging deeper into the gravel on the ground and seemingly reaching deeper within you, a desperate whine left your lips as your eyes faintly rolled back. “Stop me from making you cum, and I swear to god, you’re going to regret it.” He growls while tightening his grip on your throat and bringing his other hand back to your clit. His hips snapped into you even deeper while he assaulted your clit. You struggle to gasp as the coil in you snaps; your body shakes as you lean back into him more, pushing him even deeper that you swear you see stars. You spasmed as you dug your nails into the hand that held your throat while he continued to pound into you.
He was chasing his own release, and the way he felt like you two would be caught at any moment spurred him on even more. He knew tonight was a lot, even on his standards of fucking you, but the way your pussy was fluttering around him, the deeper he got, and the rougher he became, he couldn’t stop. Your walls clenched around him, climax dragging out as your pleasure was heightened as he fucked into you; your name tumbled off of his lips before he bit into your shoulder, muffling the sinful moan he released as he came. You both fell forward, barely catching yourselves before hitting the ground, with heavy breaths syncing with one another while you catch your wit on what you two just did.
The feeling of someone watching you never did go away.
The angry pair of eyes attached to the redhead at the back end of the alleyway never left you two, either.
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this might be a strange take but as someone who was groomed and who had what i would call an "elitist" mindset towards it, zako really seemed like it was about that mentality. of knowing you were playing with fire but feeling like you were above it. and for that i was really attached to it for the 2 hours it was out. the more logical side of me KNOWS its more likely a play off mimukawa nice try but i would love to believe it was meant to cater to a different audience than loli-cons. what's your take on the fiction vs reality of it? do you think westerners are just overreacting
I think you're interpretation of the song is valid, and pretty interesting tbh! I had not thought about that at all, and it's a case for letting people interpret the song in their own way. Instead of kowtowing to the loudest, most offended people. I also think the fact the creators literally took down the song amid backlash is pretty strong evidence they didn't make a song "for lolicons". They obviously did not anticipate this reaction, Channel admitted to having reservations, and tried to make Yuuki somewhat older-looking in the video. Whether you think she does or not, is up for (good faith!) debate. I do think she does not look like the literal box art version of the character, but that's kind of beside the point.
there is no fiction vs. reality debate because there are no real human beings harmed in the making of this song. Like, full stop. The "well kaai yuuki has a child VA" shit doesnt hold water cuz that person is an adult now anyway, and there are plenty of other songs featuring her that go wayyyy beyond this one. Like it's just something people reached for out of convienence. Same for "it violates her TOS!" like no one gave a fuck about Kaai Yuuki's TOS before it became a convenient cudgel in this particular situation.
The thing is, no one can have conversations about stuff like this in good faith because you are immediately labeled some kind of monster for trying to have any kind of nuanced opinion. Any dissent from "this song/movie/book is irredeemably evil and your sick for defending it" is taken as proof that you are a pervert monster. It's such a clear example of people, willfully and gleefully, diving into reactionary thinking without a shred of thought.
When really, I do think having an actual conversation about lolicon causing you discomfort is totally normal, and it's a pretty reasonable response to this stuff! But people can't just say that, they have to burn the whole thing to the ground, in the name of "protecting kids" or whatever bullshit they come up with. I don't actually like a good portion of Miku art for the same reasons people didn't like Zako! There was art going around on twitter of Miku with a literal binkie in Her mouth like a baby, and that shit was kind of weird! But I just didn't engage with it, that's it. People whipped each other up about the "harms" of this song, when simply not liking or engaging with it at all would have been the normal thing to do.
Freak outs like this do not protect anybody from anything. My big hot take is that having a moral panic about literally anything has more potential for actual harm than whatever it is people are panicking over. You simply cannot make rational, thoughtful decisions that prioritize protecting people from abuse when you are in a panic, or listening to people who are in a panic. You just can't!! It's not how shit works!
I know I have other asks about this, but I'm kind of trying to answer here, definitively, and let the topic dissipate. I'm glad I got the video downloaded, and we'll see what they release to appease all the weirdos who freaked out about the song. People objected to both the video and the lyrics themselves, so I don't know how they're going to come out with a new version that isn't radically different than the original. We'll see.
#vocaloid#zako#hiiragi magnetite#I myself am getting annoyed at constantly litigating this song but i liked this ask and appreciated it
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Tim Drake headcanons that have accumulated over time
this has been a receptacle for all of my tim thinkings over the past bit..may make another one and publish it when its full enough..
general him ₊⊹
he doesnt like coffee, too bitter. hes a bang energy kinda guy. Black Cherry Vanilla specifically
he has myopia from all the staring at screens in dark rooms like a goblin he does. he has glasses, but will not wear them cause he thinks they look silly. do NOT ask him to read something from more than 5 feet away he cannot do it
he has occasional breakouts. probs from stress. and hes only mildly confused and uncomfortable about his partner slobbering over it
SHRIMP POSTURE 🫵 doctors will end up naming a condition after him. he complains his back hurts like hes not leaning over his laptop at a perfect 90* angle
he genuinely enjoys math. like actually likes it. calculus soothes him, in a way. maybe cause its a problem with a clear answer instead of all the bullshit he’s dealing with day in and day out
does not handle his weed well. he consistently gets too high and then wakes up very sad the next day
hes pale as fuck. he does not tan, he will turn bright red. hes ghastly in the winter
his favorite food is cosmic brownies. i do not have an explanation for this it just feels right
i think he dresses pretty basic. but like in a nice, old money, chillest guy at the school athletics banquet kinda way
this is my vision
however, i do not think hes averse to the occasional ironic t shirt
he fears public bathrooms, really and truly. he cannot piss in a dairy queen, theres poors in there.
i can see him being a bit of a scent bro. like not jeremy fragrance but the people at his local Sephora know him by name
i also think hes a big dill guy. like not necessarily even pickles, the dude just likes dill flavored things. like chips, fries, whatever. big dill guy
romance.. (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
big fan of taking pictures. not on the phone though, not only cause he’s paranoid. also cause phone cameras are too damn high quality now WHO NEED TO SEES MY PORES??
anyway, he loves taking candid photos of his partner. on film or his digicam. his favourite is when his lover is conked out on his chest and he gets a photo of their cute sleeping face..hopefully he turned the flash off
he will SHILL the fuck OUT for you like actually. dont take him shopping with you, youre gonna leave with an untouched savings account and anything you spared a glance at
we all know the man has some attachment issues. as in when he is attached he will not un do that. this would also apply to his partner (i am choosing to ignore his choices in the mid to late 90s #notmytim)
hes like an elderly dog. complete with the spinal problems. separation anxiety like youve never seen
just like..sit with him..please. he likes to be sat with
i feel like he can only date someone hes very close with. like youre his best friend, Kon is cool but hes no you
his ideal lover is a bro he can kiss tbh
hes a lip biter. he likes to chew on his lips when hes thinking, which is always. so theyre littered with little cuts and intends. he gets all huffy after you mention you can feel it when you kiss him. you meant it in a nice, its cute way!
hed be a big believer in promise rings. he knows its a little redundant, but the sentiment is sweet and he’ll do why he wants damn it
hello icons! im sorry ive been dead for a few days, my final semester has been an unhappy one so far! i cant wait to be done Ethics im not a fan ϵ( 'Θ' )϶. anywho i hoped you liked and have a good night!
#bat family#batfamily x reader#batfamily x you#batman#fanfic#tim drake#tim drake x reader#timothy drake#tim drake wayne#tim drake x you#tim drake robin#tim drake x you#custardtartsfan
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What the Lost Boys think of vampire related media pt.2
After your last vamp media talk you had more questions you absolutely needed the answers to. Some of those answers came more naturally than you thought.
What we do in the Shadows:
-This is their absolute favorite show. It's just something they can all sit down to watch and get a nice laugh.
-David was actually the one that suggested it to the group
-He thinks it's about as close to what being a really vampire is like.
-You brought up your last conversation about why no vampire media could be so close to the real thing and he quickly responded with “Vampires are made up to be these gross demon creatures with no self control, when in fact most vampires were just normal humans going about their life.”
-He knew that no one in this show actually knows any vampires because of inconsistencies, but it's as close to it as they can all get without having to kill anyone for it.
-”Are you off your tits, boy?” “He is.”
-Paul quotes the show all the damn time (And so do the others but he is the main culprit.)
-you actually can't get him to stop
-”I became a vampire to suck blood and to fuck forever.”
-”No fuck off. Can't be side tracked with cheap sex potions.”
-Need an answer to any questions? Paul will respond with “Coprophilia.”
-Marko is giggling at Paul's quotes and answers with his own
-”Pizza pie” :D
-”He's my sweet cheese!”
-”She speaks the bullshit.”
-His favorite character is Nadja of course
-You have to pry him away from the T.V if you need him to do something else
-Dwayne will stop whatever he's doing if you offer to watch WWDITS with him
-He loves the historical references and gags
-He relates to Guillermo most of the time, being one of the voices of reason in his Chaos Coven
-”i was thinking w-” “we should finish each other off and tell no one?” “I’m game if you are.” ✨Spooky music✨
•This show is permanently engraved into their brain
•You can take the boys out of WWDITS but you can not take the WWDITS out of the boys
Hotel Transylvania:
-Paul squints at the T.V “This has to be a crime to watch.”
-Dwayne without turning away from the T.V “Dracula is going to go ape shit when he sees this “
-David eats his popcorn slowly “at least there is other monsters in this movie.”
-Marko is giggling at the Blob and Scream Cheese “I fucking love kids movies.”
-All of them hated the village scene though.
Kid vampire:
-They all watch it because Laddie wanted them too
-All you can hear for the next few days is “Kid Vampire!” in that accent
-David and Dwayne thought the bogger nose bleed drink was absolutely disgusting.
-Like to the point the both gagged.
-Paul thinks it a cute little project
-Marko likes how they say ‘blood’
-Dwayne uses the song “Vampire brush” to get Laddie to brush his teeth
Monster High:
-Marko and Paul sing the theme song semi consistently
-”Monster-monster high! monster high! monster-monster high! Freaky, sheek, and fly, monster high, where student bodies lay.”
-”We got spirits, yes we do! We got spirits, how bout you!?”
-This is another show they all watch with Laddie
-David isn't a raving fan, but he can stand it
-”Draculaura is a bit of a lazy name.” “Clawdeen wolf? Lagona blue? Cleo De Nile? Everyone has a lazy name because it's a kids show!”
-Dwayne is secretly into it and asks Laddie to watch it with him so he has an excuse
Thanks for reading <3
Yes I saw the comment you wanted me to see. Don't think I was ignoring you, I just had to find other media to talk about. (I stalk my own page like a Hyena. It's a little sad tbh lmao)
#slashers#the lost boys#fluff#fanfic#x reader#tlb 1987#david tlb#dwayne tlb#paul tlb#marko tlb#the lost boys x reader#tlb headcanons#vampire#vampcore#laddie the lost boys#david the lost boys#dwayne the lost boys#paul the lost boys#marko the lost boys#david the lost boys x reader#dwayne the lost boys x reader#paul the lost boys x reader#marko the lost boys x reader#poly lost boys x reader
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cowboy films on gloomy afternoons

you loved everything about working at your local cinema, besides that one employee who just really confused you. he's just as pretentious as you thought but maybe he's also... something else.
WARNINGS: smut!! p-in-v, soft dom! al, one use of slut, office sex, age gap (unspecified, reader is in university). this is really fucking self indulgent
WORD COUNT: 4.7k
written with tbhc alex in mind because tbh he's the only one i can imagine being this level of pretentious tbh
You believed that you truly had the perfect job. For a film student, working as the projectionist at the little independent cinema across the street really was too good to be true. You spent your long hours watching movies—the kind that mattered. Sometimes you’d get stuck with the blockbuster of the week, but you were mostly met with true classics and arthouse features, which not only stuck with you long after watching but actually helped you get ahead in class. Your workspace was cramped and less than ideal, but not even that made you hate the job. You were surrounded by what felt like cinema history in unused rolls of film and posters left over from all 78 years the theater had been open, plus there was a half-decent couch to nap on. And yeah, you got free soda and snacks from it. Perfect.
The company was nice too; if the film ran long and you felt like you needed to stretch your legs, you could walk down to the never-busy lobby and talk to Lucy at the concessions counter (and steal some food) or Dylan at the ticketing stand. Somehow you even got a pretty good boss; Marty was one of the coolest and most experienced people you had ever met. He also wasn’t ever that busy, so he could help you with your homework if you really needed it.
But there’s always that one confusing co-worker, isn’t there? The one that’s either always out for the day or just plain weird. You had Alex. He worked in programming, getting to decide what movies the theater would show regardless of anyone else’s opinions. And goddamn, he was really good at it. Almost every showing you saw was completely sold out (who knew Sheffield had such an audience for auteur films?). But every time you praised his talent, he’d just... shrug it off. He was an enigma wrapped in an encyclopedia of film knowledge.
The problem with Alex is that he was aloof and painfully so. At team meetings, he’d stay in the corner, and you never really saw him out of the office. He also had a habit of being fickle; one day he’d decide he wanted to do an entire week of Tarkovsky films, and the next he’d want to do 1940’s horror films instead. His behavior echoed the type of students that would be dismissed in your class as ‘obnoxiously pretentious’, and god he was, you still remembered the time he went off on poor Marty for suggesting they show a Star Wars movie. But you were still interested in what he had to say; you loved Lucy and Dylan, but they couldn’t hold a conversation about a movie. Alex could, you assumed, if he was able to hold a conversation at all.
The first time you ever talked to him in private was when you went to ask about the copy of the film that was being shown. You had heard there was both a director's cut and a theatrical cut, so you wanted to make sure which you were playing. He answered your question with one sentence; “Director’s. Why the hell would I pick the theatrical edition?” And then went back to his work. It was a while before you talked to him again.
The next time you talked to him was for the same reasons, he seemed a little deep in his work when you came down to his office but you had 20 minutes before credits hit and your boss needed you to do this now. It was something about a high paying donor having a desperate question, whatever.
This exchange was almost the same, except this time he insisted that it was the theatrical cut and that the director’s cut was cash-grab bullshit. Ever the confusing man. You started on your way out when he called at you.
“Hey, what’s your favorite movie?”
It was an unexpected question, he never asked you anything let alone a personal question. It must be a trap, he wanted to hear your favorite movie and then would make fun of you for it. And it’s not that you had bad taste or anything, you're just sure he could find a way to tease you for literally anything you said.
“C’mon, I don’t have all day.” He says, an almost bored expression on his face.
You hesitated in choosing your words, anxious not to provoke the irritation you had seen in men like Alex, even though you knew he was likely to remain impassive. And even though you hadn’t seen him lose his temper, his distant demeanor made you uneasy, as if any slight could provoke a reaction. You had no reason to be scared but you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease in your bones.
Alex on the other hand finally turned to face you fully. He had been observing you for a while, you were always around and so was he, and he noted that you also seemed genuinely interested in the films and not just your paycheck. He also found himself begrudgingly noticing that you always wore the same type of skirt, ending right above your knees. He thought that if you were a character in a film it’d be one of your defining traits.
“Mulholland Drive.” You coughed up after a second of thinking. It was an answer that was both honest and, perhaps, intended to impress him. You didn’t want to dwell on whether that was your true intention or not though, you had other things to do.
Alex felt a flicker of satisfaction at your choice. He anticipated a more predictable answer, so Mulholland Drive was certainly a more compelling choice. In his mind, it confirmed that his suspicions were true; you were a different type of girl than any other employee he had seen in his 10 years of working at this theater. Maybe he really was pretentious, but he felt like if anyone was to work with him it should be people like you. He gave you a satisfied nod and a hum of approval, returning to the emails at his desk. He found you just as mysterious as he found you, he wanted to tear down the layers you had shown to everyone else.
Taking that as your sign to leave, you made sure to stop at the concessions stand for a bag of popcorn before going back up to the projectionists booth.
Two weeks later was when things started to change.
Alex had started to smile more, but you decided that was just because it was warm outside again. He had an interesting smile, it was warm and took up his entire face. It wasn’t the smile you’d expect him to have, you expected him to have a sneer if he was even capable of smiling.
You always liked to look at the schedule of films for the next week when they dropped on Thursday afternoons, you’d compare it to your classes’ syllabus to see if there was anything you could watch to get ahead. It seemed like Alex had decided on cowboy films for the next week, he’d done Sergio Leone before but this was just… a lot of 1960’s cowboy movies you had never even heard of. Nothing that would be helpful at all for you.
In between ‘Navajo Joe’ and ‘Billy the Kid Versus Dracula’ (god, where did he even discover these things), your eyebrows shot up. In the midst of all these damn horse operas he had snuck in… Mulholland Drive.
To say there were a million thoughts going through your head would be an understatement. A small, selfish part of you wanted him to have included the film because he had a soft spot for you, maybe this was his way of saying he saw how much you liked movies too. The logical part of your brain told you that there was some other reason, maybe an anniversary or something.
Checking the remaining time on Sabrina (Alex was on an Audrey Hepburn kick this week), you saw you had an hour left. That was plenty of time to wander the lobby and see if you could catch Alex. You slipped your phone into your pocket and climbed down the ladder from the projectionist’s booth to the lobby, praying to every god possible that Alex is somewhere to be found.
Lucy called out to you the second she saw you, beckoning you over with popcorn. You sighed and walked over, smiling at her.
“Hey look, I can’t talk for too long… have you seen Alex? Urgent question from someone at the screening.” It’s an utter lie, your mother would’ve reprimanded you for how filthy it was. But you needed to talk to him.
Lucy thought for a second, tapping her chin with her finger before she remembered. “He’s in his office, he’s always in his office, remember?” She said like it’s the most obvious thing ever. You nodded and gave a thumbs up, taking a handful of popcorn in your mouth before standing up again.
And that’s how you ended up in his office again, although you were shyer this time. If it was actually a question from a patron you’d ask it so easily, but this time it was your own. He’d have to give you an insight into his mind, you weren’t sure if he had ever done that before.
Your foot tapped lightly as you knocked on the door to his office, you heard him shuffle some papers around and groan.
“Come in.”
You have to take a deep breath before you open the door, there’s no reason this stupid movie should be making you feel this nervous but god…
“You’re gonna make me watch shitty westerns for an entire week, Turner?” You say with a small smirk, you embarrassingly had thought of your words all day. You didn’t want to just come in and ask him about why he picked your favorite film.
His eyes darted over to you the second you walked in, slowly taking you in. You had on the same skirt as last time. “I was watching one at home last night and was reminded of how brilliant the genre was. What, you don’t like a good shoot-em-up?” He asks you with raised eyebrows, leaning back slightly in his desk chair. Of course he liked westerns.
“Not my thing at all.” You replied, taking a small step closer to him. His hair was messier today than it usually was, his beard had gotten longer. He looked like he hadn’t slept in a bit, although he never looked like he got a lot of sleep. “Is it yours? Is your favorite film a western?”
He took note of how you were asking his favorite, the same way he asked yours. Smart girl. He smirked and shook his head, “Nah. My favorite film is ‘Le Samouraï’, you seen it?” Alex wouldn’t judge if you hadn’t seen it, but if you have it just might make you his favorite person on the planet.
You have to rack your brain on what you’ve heard of this film before, maybe it’s been mentioned in class before, you haven’t seen it. “No. Is that a sin?” You asked, leaning against a file cabinet in his office. His office was definitely bigger than the projection booth, he had made it very Alex.
Alex scoffed and shook his head, “I’m sad you haven’t seen it because it’s so brilliant but not mad. They haven’t taught you Melville in that expensive film school yet? You’re getting ripped off, sweetheart.” He matched your comfortable stance by leaning further back into his desk chair and crossing his legs. He had noticed that you aren’t scared of him, not even intimidated by his knowledge. He liked that, he liked talking to you.
“I’ve heard the name, we just haven’t watched it yet.” You respond, looking for the next thing to say to bring you to your point. “But I guess you’ve seen my favorite film, right? I saw you included Mulholland Drive in the lineup, was that a coincidence or are you being deliberate?”
Alex laughed at your words, of course you picked up on that. You really were too smart for your own good. “Well I suppose it’s a bit of both. I wanted something different in case not every regular audience member was on board with my westerns-’ he paused to roll his eyes, as if that thought disgusted him, “but yes. I figured it might be a pleasant surprise for someone with a discerning taste.” His eyes met yours and he smiled again, mostly because he saw a smile creeping on your face. He wanted to keep you smiling.
There was something about him admitting that it’s for you that made you feel… something. You didn’t quite know what. Maybe excited? You were excited and felt validated that he found your taste in film good enough to put on a lineup. You liked that he was perceiving you. “You’re saying you picked it for me? And here I thought you were just gonna be cryptic... What's your angle here?” You asked him; the smile was still on your face, but now your eyebrows were raised.
“Ah.” Alex uncrossed his legs, finally standing up. He got a little closer to you; he wanted to make stronger eye contact with you. “A great teacher back when I was in film school told me that it’s not just about what you watch; it’s about connecting. Maybe it’s all worth it if I can connect with someone who also appreciates the genius of Mulholland Drive.” Pretentious bastard; even his flirting was fucking pretentious. You would’ve made fun of him if you weren’t fighting back a blush.
You took another second to decide your words; it wasn’t often you were speechless, but you were now. "Well, I didn’t expect you to remember, let alone care enough to do that. Maybe there’s more to you than I thought... but don’t get any ideas about being my hero because you saved me from a complete week of westerns.” You had to throw an quip in there; without it, you thought your words felt too… vulnerable. You weren’t sure you were there with Alex yet.
He had to admit that you were funny, even if it was obvious what you were trying to say. He let out a laugh and shook his head. “I’m not trying to be your hero, sweetheart. I just figured that someone who loves the film as much as you deserves to see it on the big screen. Even if it’s from your tiny projection booth.”
His words, once again, leave you stunned. That was really sweet—maybe the top 5 sweetest things anyone had ever done for you. It was almost impossible not to blush and grin at him, and your body betrayed you by making you step forward. “Yeah? That’s… nice. But if you’re not trying to impress me, what’s your real game here? Or do you just have a thing for making people feel special?” You asked him; your smile was somewhere between teasing him and being genuinely flattered.
“You are special.” He responded, also taking a step forward. You started to feel his breath on your face; somehow just this one conversation had made you go from being terrified of him and thinking he’s so pretentious to wanting him.
As if he could read your mind, he reached forward and placed his hand on your hip, giving it a small squeeze. “Maybe I just enjoy challenging expectations; I can’t always be the mysterious bastard in the office. And like I said, you’re special.” His voice lowered, and his face got impossibly closer to yours.
Against all odds of being at work, and that just a week ago you thought he was the most confusing man on the planet, you needed to fucking kiss him. And you did; you took a half step forward and smashed your lips against his. He kept his hand on your hip, squeezing the soft skin as he pushed your back against the filing cabinets. You guessed that he wanted you as bad as you wanted him because he was practically sucking your face; you thought that was just a saying. It was an absolute mess of tongue on tongue and teeth on teeth; your noses even collided a few times as his beard scratched your face. It was uncomfortable in the best way; it was damn hot.
You moaned the very first second you felt his hand grope at your ass and his mouth slip from your lips to your neck. “So fucking pretty, so good,” he muttered before he started to attack your neck. It was an added sensation to have his beard pressing against you alongside his mouth (and teeth; he almost teethed at you). He definitely would leave more marks than just hickeys, but you were so in pleasure you didn’t even have time to think of work.
Oh fuck, work. You cursed silently to yourself and looked up at the clock, just as his hand started to snake under your blouse and over your bra, giving your tit a nice squeeze. “Fuck!” you called out, not just from the intense pleasure but from the fact that you only had another 30 minutes left before you told yourself you needed to be back in the booth. In an ideal world, you’d have an entire night with him.
He continued his mouth’s attack on your neck and hand’s attack on your breasts, feeling his pants start to become tighter; he could only imagine how wet you were. His fantasies were interrupted by you pulling him away and sighing, trying to catch your breath. “Alex… Alex I don’t have much time before I need to go. Do you want-”
He interrupted you this time with his hand coming up to squeeze your lips together, promptly making you shut up. “You got enough time for me to fuck you? Because I’m going to fuck you,” he said as if he'd already decided, and then he started to work with the hand not on your face to unbuckle his belt.
You weren’t able to really form words, so you just whined and nodded, giving him that permission he wanted. He took it quickly, flipping you over and bending you over his desk, your tiny skirt riding up so he could get a view of your pants. You were soaked; he knew you would be. His large thumb started to trace your folds before he made a ‘tsk’ noise and flipped you over again. He wanted to see your face, he decided. Alex Turner was nothing if not confusing.
“This wet only from a little kissing, god, sweetheart, I didn’t know I was dealing with a slut. Although I could’ve guessed from these tiny skirts you keep wearing.” His voice is cool and calm, a complete contradiction from how sinful his words were. You whined at them.
“Alex please. We don’t have much time; please just fuck me!” You cried out, hastily pulling your skirt down so he had easier access. Alex nodded and began to work faster on pulling his pants down. He was so goddamn aroused watching you act like this; you were such a gorgeous girl, and now he had you completely under his control. You moaned loudly, and he grunted, bringing his hand up over your mouth.
“Sweetheart, I’d love to hear all those pretty little noises, but not now. I’m not getting fired because you had to talk all sweet to me and get bent over.” It was an unholy whisper into your ears, causing your skin to shiver. You nodded, and he took that as a sign to slip your panties down. “Knew you’d have a pretty cunt.”
If it was even possible, his words caused you to get even wetter. You could’ve guessed that he was big from the hardness in his jeans, but by the time he slipped his pants and boxers off, you were left gasping against his hand. There was an underlying fear—how the hell was that supposed to fit inside of you?—but also a great arousal because THAT was supposed to be inside of you. Alex tilted his head down to look at your pussy before he smirked, adjusting himself so he could get closer to your entrance.
Your cunt started to clench around nothing, getting excited just at the sheer closeness of his cock. He looked at your entrance again before he spat on his hand and started to rub it along his length as extra lubrication. “I don’t want to hurt you, babygirl,” he whispered before gently forcing the head into your heat, causing you to scream against his hand.
He shushed you again as he kept pushing himself further in; all of your tiny moans and whines were hidden by his hand, but that was for the best; he’d hear them eventually. You were so tight, so warm, and in that very moment Alex decided he was never going to fuck another girl in his life.
When he bottomed out, you gave in and bit at his hand; it was the only way you could keep an actual scream from coming out. You felt so full, you could even feel him throbbing in your cunt (or maybe that was your walls clenching; it could be both). He smirked and started to move, setting a pace that was relentless. He’d prefer to take you apart slower, but you didn’t exactly have the time for that.
His cock was hit every spot in you that made you mewl and arch your back; it was like he knew things about your body that you didn’t. His eyes were focused like you were one of those damn emails he was always writing; it was hot to you that he was that focused on your pleasure. Gentle grunts started to fall out of his mouth as the hand not on your mouth came up to twist at your nipples. The pleasure was starting to become unbearable, and you weren’t sure how much longer you had until you started crying.
You knew you were close when a particularly hard thrust caused your eyes to roll so far back in your head it hurt, so you brought your thumb down to your clit. You needed to cum, and you didn’t care what you had to do to achieve that.
Alex cared though; he wanted to be the one to make you cum. He took his hand off of your nipple and smacked yours off your clit, causing you to whine at the loss of sensation. “None of that. If you needed that, you could’ve just asked,” he grunted, bringing his thumb down to your sensitive bud. It was a funny thing for him to say, as you couldn’t exactly speak, but you still bucked up at his manipulation.
His pace started to become sloppy; you knew he was close too. His breath was also starting to become staggered, and you could almost see a tremble in his legs. You’d never seen him this undone, and it was so damn arousing that you caused it. Alex had already memorized all the spots that made you shake and whine; he knew you were close, so he made sure to hit them all on his thrusts. He knew he didn’t have much time left, and he wanted to make sure you didn’t leave unsatisfied.
It was a particular stroke where he somehow managed to hit your g-spot and pinch your clit at the same time that had you over the top. You felt your legs start to shake and your back arched. You were sure the noises coming from your mouth were starting to get louder than his hand-cranked control, but you didn’t care. You didn’t even care when your hand spilled the pencil cup on his desk all over the floor. All you cared about was that you were cumming and he was making you cum.
Alex grinned at the sight of you becoming this undone because of him. That was what sent him over the edge—the idea that it was his work that just made you coat his member in juices. He pushed until the last second, until his cock was actually twitching, and then he pulled out. The loss of contact was hardly noticed, and he came all over his office floor just by seeing how fucked out you were. You still hadn’t caught your breath, but you were watching him with awe. His dick was really damn nice, and now it was leaking so much cum onto the floor.
He collapsed onto his desk chair and reached for a tissue from his desk. He wiped off his cock before tucking it back into his boxers and then wiped off your pussy, cleaning up the table too. He threw the tissue away and made a mental note to take his own office trash out later.
Once you had caught your breath enough, you stood up, legs still wobbly, and put your pants back on. It took a second, but eventually you had them and your skirt on. Alex just smirked at you.
“That was... good,” you said with a small smile. You were starting to get shy being around him; you just fucked him, and now you had to go back to work.
“It was. You’re uh, you’re perfect. I meant it when I said you’re special.” His smirk turns into a genuinely warm smile, and he brings his thumb up to trace your chin. There was a faint mark on your mouth from him keeping you quiet. You looked down at his cum on the floor, raising your eyebrows in a silent offer to clean it up. He just shook his head; he’d deal with that.
You nodded and sighed, “I should probably get back to work... I don’t look like I just had sex, do I?” Your hair was slightly messy and your shirt was wrinkled, but it also always was. “No one will notice sweetheart,” he replied with a bit of a laugh. He was glad this was your secret.
"Right, uh, thank you, Alex?” It comes out as a question; you’re not sure if you should thank your co-worker for making you cum like that. He shook his head and stood up. “No, thank you for being such a damn good fuck and a special girl.”
You smiled at this; his words gave you a slight hope that maybe this would happen again. You opened his door when he called out to you.
“Sweetheart, I was thinking that maybe I could come up with you and watch Mulholland Drive next week.” It was an optimistic idea; he was worried that you only wanted to fuck. But you grinned and nodded, “I’d really love that; we even have a couch up there.”
He chuckled and stepped closer to you, placing his hand on your chin again. “A couch, fancy!” He joked before he pressed a singular peck on your lips; he wanted you to know that you meant something more than a fuck in the only way he knew how. He wasn’t exactly the best with words. You laughed back at him.
“Alright then, it’s a date.” You grinned at him before leaving his office; you would’ve stayed longer, but time really was running out. You were so lucky that Lucy seemed to be on a bathroom break; you didn’t have to deal with her asking why you were in Alex’s office for so long.
When you got settled back in the projection booth and the credits began to roll, you took a minute to think about what the fuck had just happened, and when you opened your phone, the list of his stupid fucking westerns was still on it. But that was Alex, and maybe you liked that about him.
A/N: yeah like i said... self indulgent (i used to work at a cinema lol). but i'm already obsessed with this version of alex ahh.
#andbreakmynose#alex turner fanfic#alex turner fic#alex turner smut#alex turner x fem!reader#alex turner x reader#alex turner x you#fanfic#alex turner#arctic monkeys smut
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Y'know, one thing that bothers me about the backstory information we get for the end of the war and Megatron in Earthspark; is /how/ he actually def acts from the cons.
Like, all we really see is how he was fighting them for the allspark in the battle scene, sneaking into Shockwaves lab to steal it, and how the cons behave towards him. Some cons outright call him a traitor, while others still were like "I'd never fight /you/ Megatron!" And it just makes comprehending what exactly went down between them so tricky.
It stands to reason that Megatron had gone behind their backs with his decision to side with Optimus. But why? Why didnt he just stand in front of his army, and /tell them/, "we're doing this now"? He was the leader, why couldn't he do that? Why /wouldn't/ he?
So then the thought trails to perhaps he'd decided that he wanted to quietly remove the allspark, lie and say the bots stole it when it vanished, and let it fade into the shadows in a safe place only Optimus was to know about. That seems like a decently plausible plan. So then in the scene with Shockwave on that theory, Megatron wasn't actually outwardly against them yet, but Shockwave knew. Shockwave already has a bit of his own history in lore of wanting to expand his power over the Cons in his own right, so I don't think it unreasonable for him to have kept a keen eye on Megatron's behavior. Hell, Shockwave had been planning a protoform army that Megs didn't seem to approve of. So maybe that timeline could have been how things went, with Megatron running off with the Allspark after locking the scientist away.
But then it still doesn't make sense. Cuz if we're going off the idea of the first plan, why wouldn't he have simply covered up Shockwaves absence and done it the quiet way instead of it leading to some huge battle? Clearly no one knew where shockwave was since he hadn't been freed beforehand by another con-- or maybe they did since in a deleted scene ravage was supposed to have gathered a remote to release him. Maybe that's why they deleted that scene tho. Who fucking knows. It's jank as hell.
So then Megatron must have already been openly with the bots in that scene, and snuck in due to insider knowledge to the location of Shockwaves secret lab. Okay sure. So then, who took charge after Megs disconnected? Starscream? But Shockwave had literal underground plans of his own. And Star's line of "witness the fall of Megatron!" Is just so funny to me thinking about the timeline shit. Cuz I process that line as "witness the mighty warlord falling from his throne to become a pitiful traitor to everything he created!", but it could just feel like some typical slag of the "Megatron has fallen, now I'm the new leader!" But then if Starscream had already appointed himself as leader by that point, then that'd seem odd in context, especially as it's worded differently. Were the cons all just flailing around disorganized? Some listening to Starscream, some to Shockwave, some to Soundwave?
There are not enough details touched on for my liking. Vague context that leads to more questions than what answers it gives.
I think at least for my fic imma have it as a sorta mix where Megatron decided he was gonna dewit on his own and went behind their backs, he was caught fraternizing with the enemy, and when he tried to explain then his three main lads thought it was bullshit and were actually on the same page at least on the idea that they didn't wanna throw away their advantage and thought what Megatron was saying was dumb. And I bet Optimus and other bots were there during that confrontation so it just escalated into a full on battle where Megatron just left to stay with the bots. It could have also just been Star who initially found out that way and just relayed what happened to the others.
It still just seems so weird tho...so tbh i'd love to hear anyone else's thoughts on the matter.
Bro's fumbling-
#transformers earthspark#tfe#Megatron#earthspark megatron#tfe starscream#tfe shockwave#tfe soundwave#tfe optimus#theorycrafting#timeline brainstormin#tryna wrap my head around wtf actually happened#idk if its just me getting more confused the more i think about it
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do you have any fave possessive characters in bl live adaptations you've watched? who are your top 5 or 10? thx
Sorry it took so long for me to answer this but here we go, fave possessive characters in bl in no particular order
Ming, My Stand In (2024)
Honestly Mind was top 5 characters to me last year, and probably top 5 characters in bl/ql ever, this bitch was positively insane, slept with Joe 1.0 cuz his back looked like the back of another man he wanted to sleep with, little did he know that was Joe 1.0's back the whole time, when Joe 1.0 found out & wanted out of it he kidnapped Joe 1.0, pretty much ruined Joe 1.0's life and Joe 1.0 basically died because of it, and then Ming spend like 2 years waiting for Joe 1.0 in Joe 1.0's house for him like a dutiful wife whose husband went to war, and when Joe 1.0 came back in another body (Joe 2.0) motherfucker found out it was his Joe by giving him backshots and said Sell Yourself To One Direction To save your Mom Now. Literally batshit from start to finish
2. Huaien, Meet You at the Blossom (2024)
For a guy who did not want anything to do with the annoying stupid little puppy dog that wanted him as a wife, Huaien is extremely possessive, when Huaien found out Xiaobao went to a brotel, my guy literally maimed & killed everything in his way to get to Xiaobao even tho he didn't know the full reason why he was there, and when he got there he thoroughly fucked Xiaobao into another dick coma right in the brothel, and carried him home while the whole populace is watching, and that's just one example of his possessiveness, he is literally jealous of everyone and their goddamn momma who breaths near Xiaobao
3. Kinn, KinnPorsche (2022)
I think Kinn is one of those characters who you can almost understand why they are so possessive of their person (even if that doesn't make it right), seeing how everyone he has ever had was also fucked by his cousin Vegas, and the whole bullshit that went down with Tawan, it wasn't surprising that he lost his shit in Vegas' bathroom when he found Porsche there with Vegas, he did apologize and they did end up having tbh the best filmed, lighted & acted makeup shag ever filmed in bl/ql history in my opinion, so I truly cannot stay mad at him for it, and neither could Porsche
4. Speaking of the devil, Vegas, Kinnporsche (2022)
I'm kinda cheating here but I don't think I can talk about KinnPorsche without talking about Vegas, because Vegas possessiveness is such a delicious one to see in bl/ql, that we almost haven't seen since, Ming did do his part at bringing it back as much as he could but it lacked a certain unsafe/misuse/under negotiated bdsm (and I mean actual bdsm not just kidnapping) to drive the point home, with Vegas one thing is certain and it is that Pete is Vegas' Pet, Pete was Vegas' Pet from day one and while the bdsm will probably be negotiated properly after ep 13 & 14, one thing is certain and it's that Pete will continue to be Vegas' Pet forever
4. Phaya, The Sign (2023)
Phaya is one of those characters whose possessiveness you understand (again doesn't make it right) knowing the whole reincarnation situation he got going on with Tharn, like he barely knows what is going on other than the fact that one guy keep trying to take Tharn away from him and they both keep dying & reincarnating about it, that's enough to drive anyone crazy possessive, and make it hard for them to not be deaf to reason, reckless & unforgiving
5. Bison, The Heart Killers (2024)
Literally stop stalking Bison and his man before he kill you, it truly is as simple as that, Bison will notice you following them and fucking around and he will end you, because Bison is not afraid of beating a man up and shooting him, that's literally his job in life, fuck around and find out
6. Kiyoi, Utsukushii Kare (2021)
My memory of this one is wobbly as it's been a while but I think everyone can agree Kiyoi is a special brand of possessive, as in he is acting like he doesn't care the whole time when in reality he is losing his mind, he is even more of a simp than Hira is, he is just fighting for his life to not show it, and the entertaining part is it's not working
7. Zhiyuan, Unknown (2024)
Imagine the brand of possessiveness you develop towards someone you've been in love with basically your whole life and which you never thought anything would come out of cuz he is your brother, and yet you cannot help it, Unknown is just fucking heartbreaking on every front
8. Yoryak, Wandee Goodday (2024)
They might have started as fuck friends, but Yak did end up catching some real feelings for Dee, and became quite possessive of the man, and I don't think there is better proof to this than when Yak found Dee with Ter, didn't really let Dee explain what was going on and literally took his necklace back from Dee in the break up of a relationship that had never even really started yet? Like he was extremely possessive of Dee even if for the most part of the show, he technically had no right to be
9. Both Charlie and Babe, Pit Babe (2023)
Unfortunately my memory is fucking with me again, and I'm cheating by putting 2 characters together, but I don't think i can talk about possessiveness without at least mentioning the alphaxalpha omegaverse show, you can always watch the show to confirm this, but I can assure you they are crazy stupid possessive about each other
10. Bushi, Eternal Butler (2024)/ Yiping, Anti-Reset (2024)
I could honestly cheat again for this one by adding every one both humain x robot couples of the Heng series, because Bushi is as possessive of Heng Si (and vice-versa) as Yiping is possessive of Heng Jui (and vice-versa), the humans are out there fighting societal norms to be with their robots and the robots are quite literally rewriting their programming to do the same thing, this kind of possessiveness is certaintly an interesting brand of monsterfucking, you have Heng Jui doing researches on how to keep Yiping in love with him forever, you have Heng Si telling Bushi that they haven't used his sex function in a while and that it's on, you got Heng Si giving Bushi a ring that's basically a tracking device, I'm gonna stop here cuz I could literally be here all day
11. Bonus : just mentioning, Phayu/Prapai, Love in the air (2022), bothMut and Rak, Love Sea (2024) and Cir, The Boy Next World (2025) while I am at it
Hope this answered you question well enough, thank you for the ask
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So after staring into the middle distance for a couple days I'm ready to start discussing some theories I have before the season finale destroys us. They are all very wide-ranging in absurdity but I'll start with the one that I think has the most substance and therefore I think is most likely to happen. Also, I haven’t caught up with the tag yet so if someone already posted these theories, sorry!
So here is Theory #1, known otherwise as,
Why (I think) I know how Laszlo is going to unfuck Guillermo
The solution, I believe, was stated at the very end of The Roast by Laszlo himself:


FIRST THOUGHT, BEST THOUGHT
Laszlo has spent weeks deeply committed to solving a problem. He's wasted precious time trying to outthink his first (and probably best) solution – and I'm not just talking about his book sorting. Neither was Laszlo, not entirely at least. I actually do think he was focused at least a little bit on his books because that's kind of what happens when you're stuck on a problem. Your brain wanders to other much less taxing ordeals. Usually, as you solve that smaller problem, you find the solution to the thing you really want to solve.
So what was Laszlo’s first idea?



All along Laszlo had the answer but Guillermo told him that he didn't think it would work, so Laszlo just didn't pursue it further. (We don't even know if Laszlo knows the circumstances of the test and why it didn't work. Just that Guillermo didn't approve that idea.) So then Laszlo wasted valuable time and energy trying to ~Science~ this problem instead of using his true best skill that was showcased in episode one of the season: his charm. His powers of persuasion (the classical art of bullshitting, as it were) is his true super power. (Sadly, it’s not science. He doesn't really have the patience for science tbh).
But, no, rly, he should bullshit his way thru this. That's what he does best. He can outthink Nandor easily. (well….maybe. with the time spent on his experiments, Nandor could have the advantage of several weeks, if not months, to figure things out beforehand, as dense as he is) He should concoct a bullshit so impenetrable that it unfucks Guillermo from Derek and refucks him to Nandor.
Further foreshadowing of this you ask?

(this whole season is dedicated to ‘plans’ it’s crazy how much A Plan pops up. maybe i’ll dedicate a separate post to collecting them all)
But alas! The test that The Baron did proved this wouldn’t work, right!?

Well here's some free additional theories to how Laszlo could solve that hiccup:
1. Laszlo figures out (and solves) the reason why The Baron/Neighbor test didn't work in the first place.
There could be any number of factors of why The Baron's neighbor blew up. It could be that The Baron is all that more powerful than the average vampire and so his bite gives an extraordinary fill of uh...vampire-ness? and Derek, being so young and weak, doesn't do much at all. Maybe it has something to do with The Sire. If The Baron was turned by the first being ever affected by vampirism, then maybe that vampirism is slowly depleted the further down the line you go. Derek is probably very far removed from The Sire which means he cannot transfer much of that affliction onwards. Nandor, if he was turned by The Baron (one removed from The Sire) or someone similar, explains how he is so powerful, hopefully tho he wouldn’t have too much power to possibly overwhelm Guillermo's half-a-virgin body (and yes I did like how kinky that sounded when I wrote it). It doesn't really matter the exact reason as long as Laszlo can convince Guillermo to try it and he has a relatively decent chance of surviving it. (convincing Guillermo to go thru with this plan overall is probably going to be the most trouble actually. you don't easily forget a guy exploding in your face)
2. Something to do with the experiments. (or the Nadja’s bait-and-switch tactic she used to catch The Baron/Guillermo from The Roast)
I have a larger theory on the experiments and why I think there's still one in the house, but that's for later. During The Roast, Nandor is pretty convinced that the mutant Guillermo is the real one (despite one pretty big glaring error: he has no glasses. none of the experiments need glasses...), Laszlo might have been testing this theory by having The Baron bring his body to Nandor in the first place in order to see how convinced Nandor would be by it. This might be enough for Laszlo to try to use a duplicate of Guillermo for Nandor to bite. The duplicate will not explode (probably?) due to only being a hybrid of Guillermo's blood and an animal…or something(one) else pretending to be Guillermo… (and if it does, maybe Laszlo plans to shoo Nandor out of the line of sight in order for him not to see. And then you get the angst and drama of Guillermo literally using a scapegoat to take his 'sin' despite his reluctance to hurt innocent creatures)
But will the fake Guillermo actually convince Nandor? It's hard to say, and I love that threat of Nandor realizing that it's not the true Guillermo he bit and feeling even more betrayed. Maybe Laszlo concocts a whole ambiance to the event in order to sell the lie. It has to be special right?
So there's dim lights and candles and (fake) Guillermo is laid out in Nandor's coffin and there's this whole presentation element to it that was left out of Guillermo's turn with Derek. It's more like the fantasy that Guillermo probably always had of being turned by Nandor. It plays out like a romantic love scene. But Guillermo is asleep or has his eyes closed and won't talk or maybe only makes small noises and Nandor's very upset abt this. Laszlo is probably hovering too and Nandor doesn't like that either but Laszlo insists he must be there and it's now it's all awkward and wrong, kind of like how Guillermo felt before he was bit by Derek. (now it’s like Nandor is the bull cucking Laszlo in front of him) Nandor goes thru with it and bites Guillermo and is rushed by Laszlo so he doesn't get to drink or drink too much of his blood and there's fumbling with trying to get his own blood into Guillermo's unresponsive mouth.
Or maybe Nandor finds out because Guillermo's blood is disgusting and he either knows or had hoped it would be good tasting*. or that Guillermo just lays there and there's no reciprocation of desire. But maybe he just doesn't find out and once it's over he expects to be able to lay with Guillermo or otherwise be there for his turning but Laszlo quickly rushes him out of his own room and closes the door behind him.
So now Nandor feels all the same despondency that Guillermo had felt with his turn with Derek. Like this big special moment he's built up for years was a complete dud. Like he missed out on something truly magical and he doesn't know why. And Guillermo will feel like shit too, for tricking Nandor. Laszlo isn't happy either. But it worked and they all just have to live with it. Meanwhile this act that was meant to make Nandor's and Guillermo's bond stronger, only serves to create even greater distance between them.
Re*: evidence that Guillermo's blood might taste 'different':

3. ANYWAYS. that was theory two. lets talk about theory 3.
WITCHES.
I actually think there's good reason Laszlo has divorced Science and is now going to have an affair with Magic. It's exactly when Nadja says 'has this hex turned me into an uggo' that Laszlo comes to life and exclaims ‘that's it!’. If science wasn't the solution, maybe magic is. It's not like they don't know some witches, or that, at least to a degree, witches actually have some power. (specifically the power to look, vaguely, like someone else.) I'm not certain of the specifics but there's a chance Laszlo could be turning to magic to solve his problems. This would also bring Nadja's storyline more relevant and in focus for the season. The thing I like the most about this theory? Episode 9 describes being invited to a manor owned by someone named Morrigan. Morrigan is a Celtic goddess of war and fate that was probably the inspiration for Arthurian legendary sorceress, Morgan le Fay. (Laszlo's name may also be connected to Arthurian legend, Lancelot. but that probably doesn't mean anything.)
So! That's my three extra theories attached to this one big theory that Laszlo is going to go 'back to the beginning' and use his first thought to solve this. Go with his gut. His first solution was his best solution, all along.
…He simply needs to convince Nandor to turn Guillermo.
The, uh, details of this plan may be a lot more complicated than it suggests.
#wwdits#what we do in the shadows#guillermo de la cruz#laszlo cravensworth#nandor#nandor the relentless#nandermo#wwdits spoilers#wwdits meta#i guess this counts as meta#so i have a LOT of THOUGHTS n’ THEORIES on the backburner and idk if i can get to them all before the finale#prepare for a flood of inane speculation coming your way#wwdits season 5#this originaly had a lot more screencaps but i think i over did it and now my brain is fried trying to collect all these receipts
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HIII, I just saw your post in which you headcannon which second language would the Faroff guys have and my dumbass can't figure it out if you are showing that Tobi would be French and Fenn German, or if its supposed to be from the other's pov (aka Fenn speaking French to Tobi and vice versa), for some reason I can see it being either way so I wanted to discover what did you meant! (Also I would love to know more of your headcanons 👀)
Also that post made me think of something and I would love to know your opinion, how do you think the story would go (specially the beginning) if their countries had different languages? Do you think that there would be a big language barrier or that maybe there would exist some "universal" language (like how English is perceived nowadays) that they would use? I think this topic is pretty interesting to explore since it could add many layers and opportunities of misunderstandings, but I wanted to hear your thoughts! :D
HELL YEAH A FAROFF ASK I HAVEN'T HAD ONE OF THESE IN A WHILE!!!
I very much understand how the edit could be misinterpreted tbh, but it was intended to be Tobias speaking French to Fenn and Fenn speaking German to Tobias! :)
Answer to your other question below the split, it was getting a bit long ↓↓↓
It's really neat that you ask how I think the story would go if their countries had different languages, because I do actually have headcanons about Fenn and Tobias' knowledge of other languages, despite having never thought about this scenario exactly before. Basically, I think Tobias would've been taught multiple different languages in his studies, but in Sona I think learning multiple languages would be looked down upon or maybe even banned (it helps the government keep them brainwashed if their ability to read, understand, and learn from other countries is limited), so I don't think Fenn would've been taught another language aside from his main one.
SO! If their countries had different main languages. I think there would be a huge language barrier on Sona's side, because I think the majority of Sonan soldiers wouldn't speak the Vaylinian language, including Fenn (I can see Oskar knowing it and having taught him some words and phrases, though.) However, I think it's very possible and maybe even likely that Tobias would've known the Sonan language.
Therefore, in the beginning they would've spoken entirely in the Sonan language. We probably would've only seen the Vaylinian language being spoken when Tobias is alone, in flashbacks, and when he's saying something he doesn't want Fenn to understand.
I also think Fenn would have a huge mental rule against speaking the Vaylinian language at all, to the point where he'd see it as a betrayal to his country, so there would've been no teaching him anything in the beginning unfortunately. He probably would've gotten very aggressive when hearing Tobias speak in the Vaylinian language as well, because I think he would take it as 'I can't understand what he's saying' = 'he's planning something', which, as we all know, means he'd go absolutely berserk and DEMAND to know what he's saying. (It would be really funny if Tobias just came up with random bullshit and told Fenn that's what he said LMAOOOO)
But over time, as he got closer to Tobias, it would've changed a bit. Especially after their truce agreement, I think he'd still ask what Tobias is saying when he speaks in Vaylinian, but it would be more out of genuine curiosity rather than paranoia. Still no speaking it himself, though. Maybe he would've spoken it to Tobias for the first time around the same time that he let him stay in his quarters, and started trying to actually learn it shortly after the current point we are at in the story? (For any time travellers, the "current point" as of this post is Episode 83 - Truth: Part 2)
Anyway this was a SUPER COOL ask to receive and there are almost definitely more interesting possibilities of this AU aside from the stuff I mentioned 👀
#cod answers#fizz answers#ask answered#faroff ask#faroff#faroff webcomic#faroff webtoon#faroffwebtoon#faroffwebcomic#fenn velle#tobias hawkfordt#tobias faroff#fenn faroff#faroff discussion#faroff headcanon
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*crawls out from under five months of non-writing bullshit* Man, you guys, 2025 sure is a point in time that we are all living through, huh.
Title: Étoile
B'st/Resh'an, Rated E Part 1 of the Etudes series, set within the parting is all we know of heaven universe. B'st knocks on the door; Resh'an answers. Their first encounter after A Light Exists in Spring.
This story is locked to registered users on AO3, but all of my previous works will remain unlocked for the time being.
Rejected summary: In which B'st does his best impression of a pair of bone conduction headphones, and Resh'an tries (and fails) to pretend he's not constantly on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Also they have sex but quite frankly that's the least of their problems here.
You should probably read the first 2 parting stories before this one, but I'm not the boss of you, do as you like. (But you should read them anyway, I'm fond of them.)
Notes under the cut; those of you who have been here for a while know how I get. And now that I'm writing things on a keyboard, and not my phone? Oh, it's all over for all of you. I'm gonna be so fuckin' verbose.
Wow, hey, this many bullet points with this much text actually looks terrible on a full sized screen. Awful!
-Étoile is French for 'star', and I also frequently get it and 'etude' mixed up. So now that I have an Etudes story called Étoile, this will surely keep me from constantly making that mistake in the future. Surely.
-Supposed to be a drabble! that's why this series is called Etudes! little studies and vignettes! augh!
-Also why does this pairing keep giving me verb tense issues. ALEiS did this, too.
-I started writing this story before I found out about bone conduction headphones, but now I have a pair, and they're neat.
-I think this story might legit be over a year old at this point. whoogh.
-There are a bunch of little back-and-forth moments between this and Glass Harp, which I think I have decided I enjoy. I'm putting the actual series on AO3 in chronological order, but I might change my mind about that and leave them in posting order instead. GH takes place about a decade after this one.
-And you can tell how much better Resh'an is at being a functioning human being in Glass Harp! It takes him that long to get a fucking grip. If he seemed more put together in ALEiS, it's because 1) B'st was distracted; 2) Resh'an was distracted, and thus didn't have an opportunity to overthink himself into a state of terrified paralysis; and 3) even when Resh'an is distracted, he's very good at being outwardly still while inwardly screaming.
-I'm trying to be deliberate about point of view- I'm not sure how effective it really is, but it's very fun for me to consider how important perception is in a story. What the character sees, what the reader sees, and what is actually happening in the scene can be three completely different things, and I think that's really fucking cool. Love it when characters lie to each other and themselves and the reader, even in little ways.
-This would have been a very different story from B'st's POV. That's probably obvious, but I think it's important.
-I keep repeating this, but I also think it's important: this is a different universe from Outshine the Sun. Resh'an and Aephorul's backstory and relationship are very different here.
-I really wasn't expecting 'awkward conversations about sex and consent' to like...become the Thing I Write, but. Well. Here we are! (I'm not that fussed about this, tbh, I'm writing what I like and y'all can deal with it. It will happen again.)
-Most of the sex they end up having in this series is not going to be sweet vanilla missionary style under the stars, I swear. They just had to do it once to check it off the list, and because Resh'an has to work through some of his shit first before he can get up the nerve to ask B'st to turn him inside out.
-I'm not sure if it's actually apparent from the way I'm writing him, and ultimately it probably doesn't even matter! But I do headcanon B'st as aroace in this series. He's just also extremely horny. Many such cases.
-I am aware that I'm kind of feeding into stereotypes by declaring that I think the de-sexed isolated alien character is ace-spec. I have complicated feelings about this! Maybe I'll talk about them at some point.
-I restructured the whole middle part of the story because I was determined to keep the "mere approximation" line of B'st's. I'm mostly glad I did; god knows the story wasn't any closer to getting finished otherwise.
#sea of stars#nattering#my fic#musical theorems#literacy was a mistake#doesn't have to be perfect just has to be done let's fuckin go
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