#adding misogynist to the list

[cherries-in-wine]

I was around 12 when I first read lolita (online during COVID lol) and even I was able to pick up on the fact that you're NOT supposed to like Humbert Humbert how are some people finding him so charming that they're being groomed by him as well 😭

He's not even that charming honestly, bro's a pretentious asshole whose poetry is absolutely terrible and all he does is bitch and moan about everything. He's not nearly as sly as he thinks he is, his head is way too far up his ass for him to manipulate people through charm. How are you cringe, a terrible poet, shit at manipulating people, a horrible person, a raging misogynist and a pedophile like pick a struggle

[b-0-ngripper]

This is MY blog. I allowed to say that I hate straight women if I want to

[gootarts]

as of 8/3, the most recently updated version of this post is here (it's a reblog of this exact post with more info added)

as a lot of you know, limbus company recently fired its CG illustrator for being a feminist, at 11 pm, via phone call, after a bunch of misogynists walked into the office earlier that day and demanded she be fired. on top of this, as per korean fans, her firing went against labor laws---in korea, you must have your dismissal in writing.

the korean fandom on twitter is, understandably, going scorched earth on project moon due to this. there's a lot currently going on to protest the decision, so i'm posting a list here of what's going on for those who want to limit their time on elon musk's $44 billion midlife crisis impulse purchase website (if you are on twitter, domuk is a good person to follow, as they translate important updates to english). a lot of the links are in korean, but generally they play nicely with machine translators. this should be current as of 8/2.

Statements condemning the decision have been issued by The Gyeonggi Youth Union and IT Union.

A press conference at the Gyeonggido Assembly will occur on 8/3, with lawmakers of the Gyeonggi province (where Project Moon is based) in attendance. This appears driven by the leader of the Gyeonggi Youth Union.

The vice chairman of the IT union--who has a good amount of experience with labor negotiations like these--has expressed strong support for the artist and is working to get media coverage due to the ongoing feminist witch hunts in the gaming industry. Project Moon isn't union to my knowledge, but he's noted that he's taken on nonunion companies such as Netmarble (largest mobile game dev in South Korea) by getting the issue in front of the National Assembly (Korea's congress).

Articles on the incident published in The Daily Labor News, Korean Daily, multiple articles on Hankyoreh (one of which made it to the print edition), and other news outlets.

Segments about the termination on the MBN 7 o' clock news and MBC's morning news

Comments by Youth Union leaders about looking into a loan made to Project Moon via Devsisters Ventures, a venture capital firm. Tax money from Gyeonggi province was invested in Devsisters in 2017, and in 2021, Devsisters gave money to Project Moon. The Gyeonggi Youth Union is asking why hard-earned tax money was indirectly given to a company who violates ESG (environmental, social and governance) principles.

Almost nonstop signage truck protests outside Project Moon's physical office during business hours until 8/22 or the company makes a statement. This occurs alongside a coordinated hashtag campaign to get the issue trending on Twitter in Korea. The signage campaign was crowd-funded in about 3 hours.

A full boycott of the Limbus Company app, on both mobile and PC (steam) platforms. Overseas fans are highly encouraged to participate, regardless if whether they're F2P or not. Not opening the app at all is arguably the biggest thing any one person can do to protest the decision, as the app logs the number of accounts that log on daily. For a new gacha such as Limbus, a high number of F2P daily active users, but a small number of paying users is often preferable to having a smaller userbase but more paying users. If the company sees the number of daily users remain stable, they will likely decide to wait out any backlash rather than apologize.

Digging up verified reviews from previous employees regarding the company's poor management practices

Due to the firing, the Leviathan artist has posted about poor working conditions when making the story. As per a bilingual speaker, they were working on a storyboard revision, and thought 'if I ran into the street right now and got hit by a car and died, I wouldn't have to keep working.' They contacted Project Moon because they didn't want their work to be like that, and proposed changes to serialization/reduction in amount of work per picture/to build up a buffer of finished images (they did not have any buffer while working on Leviathan to my knowledge). They were shut out, and had to suck it up and accept the situation.

Hamhampangpang has a 'shrine' section of the restaurant for fans to leave fan-created merch and other items. They also allow the fans to take this merch back if they can prove it's theirs. Fans are now doing just that.

To boost all of the above, a large number of Korean fanartists with thousands of followers have deleted their works and/or converted their accounts from fanart accounts to accounts supporting the protests. Many of them are bilingual, and they're where I got the majority of this information.

[note 1: there's a targeted english-language disinformation campaign by the website that started the hate mob. i have read the artist's tweets with machine translation, and they're talked about in the second hankyoreh article linked above: nowhere does she express any transphobic or similarly awful beliefs. likewise, be wary of any claims that she supported anything whose description makes you raise eyebrows--those claims are likely in reference to megalia, a korean feminist movement. for information on that, i'd recommend the NPR/BBC articles below and this google drive link of english-language scholarly papers on them. for the love of god don't get your information about a feminist movement from guys going on witch hunts for feminists.]

[note 2: i've seen a couple people argue that the firing was for the physical safety of the employees, citing the kyoani incident in japan. as per this korean fan, most fans there strongly do not believe this was the case. we have english-translated transcripts of the meeting between the mob and project moon; the threats the mob was making were to......brand project moon as a feminist company online. yes, really. male korean gamers aren't normal about feminism, and there's been an ongoing witch hunt for feminists in the industry since about 2016, something you see noted in both the labor union statements. both NPR and the BBC this phenomenon to gamergate, and i'd say it's a pretty apt comparison.]

let me know if anything needs correction or if anything should be added.

[pacifythots]

[!] POSSESSIVE SUO. hcs. f!reader + yandere-ish and spicy-ish content?. he's ... yeah ; i promise its okay lmfao. i saw a togame one, so ofc i had to do my man. this is a lowk long hc list ...

hayato is the type to be extremely possessive of his friends, but he's so good at hiding it that no one can tell. if need be, he's ready to act like a snap of a finger, though more times than not, knowing his friends well enough, they have the situation under control.

hence, based on that, he's pretty (secretly) possessive over you pre-relationship. he's likely more so because you're a girl. not in a 'you're weaker,' way but more of 'i can't trust them around you' way.

hayato suo has a slick tongue.

he knows what to say, and when to say it. after all, the emotional intelligence he has is through the roof for someone of his age. at times it scares you how accurate his observations of you. often times, he notices things leagues before you do.

"you are aware that guy is flirting with you right?"

"unless you want the others to get a negative impression of you, i'd fix your expression."

"she's nervous, say something to help her relax."

specifically the first example, countlessly.

hayato suo is not a jealous person, after all, he's not dating you, how could he be jealous? though, there's something that pisses him off about those guys that approach you.

all of them were either sleazy or borderline misogynistic.

the first time you told him you were going on a date he almost burst a blood vessel.

it was at this point that suo realized he would have to do a bit more than the things he was doing to catch your attention: feigning injuries, "forgetting" his accessories around you, subtly purchasing things you enjoy, etc.

essentially, he was a boyfriend before he officially became one.

and even as you date, his shenanigans don't decrease. in fact, it increases. albeit, in a way you can't exactly point out.

instead of a dumb keychain or little figure he sometimes bought, he'd bring stuffed animals, necklaces, books, rings. the jewelry is always a matching set. he needs to let others know that the both of you are taken. you are a pretty girl, he has to stand his ground.

speaking of standing his ground, specifically in a fighting sense. he is always ready to through hands at someone for you.

someone is causing you anxiety? insults you? heaven forbid they assault you?

that time he had to be pulled away from mauling that dude? yeah ...

he'll through hands quickly if the disagreement can't be settled with words.

another way he proves being possessive, in a bot so subtle way, he'll leave small hickey's right where the line of your shirt sat. sure, they didn't show at the present moment, but you move the wrong way and anyone could see the way your lower neck and collarbone are littered in hickeys.

he's also a man to be alright with PDA. he's not too keen on too intimate activities, though small kisses and hand holding is his favorite thing to do.

(though he's not opposed to making out with you, biting and sucking on your bottom lip so when you go out it's kiss-swollen)

suo kisses the back of your hand and treats you like a princess while he's glaring at some poor unsuspecting man.

he's legitimately so happy to have you as a girlfriend. if they didn't know already, he's eager to introduce you, but if you wish to take it slow he will.

i mean he's also the type to ask you to cover his face in your lipstick via kisses.

having a possessive side to him, he loves seeing when yours decides to debut. he doesn't purposefully intend to make you jealous, but he couldn't exactly be rude.

he finds it cute when you have that huffy expression on your face, he'd annoy you as much as possible just to see a face like that.

adding on to material things he covers you in, he loves to see you in his clothes. the first time he saw you in one of his shirts, he almost lost it. instead of saying the ... things, he wanted to say, he decided to hug you from behind with a little tease about the situation, hoping you wouldn't feel something presses against your back.

i am severely sleep as it is 1:14 am, so in short, his possessiveness doesn't present in a way that you'd be able to point it out. others seem to point it out at times, but overall, he does normal boyfriend stuff but with ulterior methods of keeping you all to himself. he throughout enjoys your company and love, no one can take that away from him.

[wraithlafitte]

bitchin'

pairing: dean winchester x reader

CONTENT: violence (hunting), SMUT, only one bed~ enemies to lovers (kinda), unprotected p in v (encase before you embrace), hate sex, Dean calls reader "princess" mockingly, manhandling, slapping, spanking, big dick!Dean has all the audacity, dirty talk, degradation, choking, cum eating, brat taming, edging, overstimulation, squirting

word count: 4.7k

To say you were unhappy to be working with Dean Winchester would be putting it lightly. A massive understatement, in fact. But, as luck would have it, you needed backup on a vamp case; and when you called Bobby Singer for help, it turned out that Dean was the only hunter nearby.

Your jaw set uncomfortably as you dialed his number and held the phone to your ear. Asking for help from anyone was hard, but from this man? Practically your mortal enemy? A feeling of shame, or maybe embarrassment, crept into your stomach as you listened to the phone ring.

He's probably just watching it ring, you thought cynically. Who's to say he would pick up at all? Maybe he won't, you hoped.

There was a laundry list of reasons why Dean was the last person you'd want to work with on a case. He was reckless, had no respect for plans, and tended to go in guns blazing without regard for his own life, which meant that you would constantly be saving his ass. And boy, was he a pain in yours.

The cherry on top of the Dean Winchester disaster cake was that he hated your guts. You never really figured out why, but you assumed it was his misogynistic tendency to be completely contrary to any woman he met who didn't fall all over him. God forbid a woman doesn't care about his rugged good looks or roguish bravery!

When he finally picked up, you could practically hear the smirk in his voice, dripping with self-righteousness. "Well, well. What do you want?"

You decided it would be best to cut to the chase and just get it over with. "I'm working a case in Nevada," you said calmly. He would not get you riled up. "Vegas. There's a vamp nest, been snatching homeless people. Tunnel dwellers," you added. "Not that it matters. People are people, vamps are vamps."

"What are you tellin' me for?" Dean asked gruffly. He was gonna make you say it. Of fucking course he was, because he just had to hold it over your head.

"Need backup," you said curtly. "There's at least five of them."

"So what you're sayin' is...." The smugness in his voice was unmistakeable.

"I need your help, you dick."

"Oh do you now."

You huffed, already fed up with him. "Bobby says you're the only hunter he knows nearby. Said you're in Flagstaff."

"Maybe I am," he said vaguely. "Bobby should know not to tell you anything about where I am or recommend me as reinforcements for you."

"He didn't want to, but I made him. Are you coming or not?" you said sharply.

I'll be there by nightfall. Don't wait up," he said teasingly and hung up, leaving you to listen to the tone, steaming.

Why does he have to make everything so difficult?

Rough pounding on the door of your motel room startled you up from your chair at midnight. Dean wasn't even in the room yet, and he was already tormenting you. You went to the door and jerked it open, pinching the bridge of your nose. You could feel the headache coming on.

"Honey, I'm home," Dean said wickedly. He pushed past you into the room, dropping his duffel bags in the middle of the floor. He dropped into the chair you had just vacated and looked up at you with a shit-eating grin.

"Don't make this any harder than it has to be," you warned him, eyes narrowing.

"Hey, I'm just excited to kill some vamps," he said, jabbing a finger towards you.

"Give it up. We both know you would rather be anywhere else."

"True," he conceded. "But let me just bask in the moment real quick."

You roll your eyes and return to your task, packing up your stuff. "Don't get too comfortable. We can't stay here. I was followed earlier."

"Perfect," Dean said sarcastically. "Of course you were."

You turn on him. "It can happen to anyone."

"Sure," he mocked. "So what's the plan, genius?"

Your face hardened. "We take the fight to them."

"Say no more."

The vampire's nest was in an abandoned warehouse (real original) that was a few streets away from one of the tunnels that the homeless had set up camp in. Chain link fence, corrugated metal, broken windows, the whole deal. And of course Dean wouldn't wait to make a game plan, sliding open a side door like nothing bad was waiting to jump him. In a vampire nest. At night.

All you could do was follow him, machete at the ready, and hope that the scuffing of his boots on the concrete floor wouldn't alert any vampires to your presence.

Dean ducked down, holding a fist in the air. You hurried behind him and crouched behind a shelf just in time to miss a patrolling vampire rounding the corner. Without missing a beat, Dean jumped out behind it and chopped it at the neck soundlessly. The body fell to the floor. As much as you hated to admit it, he was good.

You crept in the direction the fang had come from, Dean hot on your heels. He was so close you could hear his leather jacket creaking, smell his cologne, feel him practically breathing down your neck. You shot him a glare over your shoulder, then suddenly you hear voices. You stopped abruptly in your tracks, causing Dean to bump into you. You elbowed him and gave him a look.

Peeking around the doorframe, you saw what appeared to be the vamps' main hangout room. And there were a lot more than five of them, lounging around the walls, circling victims that were hung by their wrists from a beam.

"We can take them," Dean whispered in your ear.

You looked at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?" you hissed back. You tried to count the dark shapes in the next room. "There's at least ten in there. There's only two of us."

"We can do it." Without waiting for a reply, Dean busted down the door and started swinging. You had no choice but to follow as the vampires started coming out of their startled stupor and attacking.

Dean cut down two of them easily, their heads rolling on the floor before they knew what hit them. The rest, however, had time to react.

One of the vampires rushed you, just managing to avoid your blade as you swung it. She snarled and leapt towards you. You slashed her across the chest and she howled, clutching her shirt. You took the opportunity and decapitated her.

Someone grabbed you from behind, claw-like nails scratching your neck as it was forced to the side, baring your skin. You stabbed behind you, blade finding purchase, and used the distraction to cut off the fang's head.

Another vamp rushed you from the front. You swung your blade out in defense, but he just grabbed it and ripped it from your hand. Then, as if they could smell your defenselessness, you were suddenly swarmed, vampires clawing at your skin, your clothes, pulling your hair. Several hard punches landed to your gut and your face and the wind was knocked out of you as you fell to the floor, smacking the side of your head into the concrete. You yelped in pain and shock.

A boot pressed into the side of your neck and your vision was suddenly obscured by a heavy-set vampire bearing down on you, grinning. "Not so tough now without your little sword," he sneered, fangs descending. His mouth was smeared with blood and you could smell the tang of iron on his breath. You struggled to breathe as the pressure on your neck increased, your vision getting spotty.

Great, this is how I die....

As if in the distance, you heard Dean shout. The looming face of the vamp was promptly detached from its body, hitting the floor by your head. His body fell on top of yours, his gross bloody neck stump right in your view. The boot left your neck and charged in the direction of Dean's voice.

You struggled to free yourself from beneath the former vamp, ears ringing from your near-suffocation. You could hear the ensuing scuffle, all grunts and wet slices and heavy footfalls, but you had no idea who was winning.

Then, it was silent.

You held your breath instinctively, listening to a lone pair of footsteps approaching you. You found yourself realizing for the first time that you hoped Dean was coming. Better than the alternative.

Sure enough, Dean's hunt-beaten face appeared above you, screwed up with effort as he pushed the large vamp's body off of you. You sat up quickly, surveying the carnage, slapping away the extended helping hand. The shock of your near death experience wore off quickly, but the adrenaline from the fight did not, so your energy turned towards Dean.

"What the fuck, Dean?" you yelled, rising to your feet, wincing from the pain in your sides.

"What do you mean what the fuck?" he returned angrily. "I just saved your goddamn life!"

"After you endangered it!" you shoved him, scowling furiously. "Ten to two are not good odds! We could have fucking died! I almost did!"

"Hazards of the job, sweetheart!"

"There's hazards, and then there's suicide," you replied, fuming.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Don't have to thank me."

"I won't." You shoved him out of your way and made for the door. "Don't you ever fucking do that again."

"Not so fast, princess," Dean called after you. "Hunt's not over."

You froze in your tracks. "What."

"I didn't get all of 'em." You whirled around to face Dean, who was looking uncharacteristically sheepish.

Your voice was dangerously quiet. "What do you mean you didn't get all of them?"

He made an attempt at a self-confident grin. "They saw me ganking their buddies like nobody's business, turned tail and ran. I was more concerned about saving your life than to chase."

You smirked tauntingly. "Oh, you cared about my life?"

Dean just shrugged. "Couldn't just leave you there."

"Whatever." You started walking to the entrance again. "Since you let some get away, I say we get a night's sleep. They'll probably be expecting us to come after them, so they won't hunt again tonight. We can pick up the trail in the morning."

"What do you mean you only have one room left?" Dean asked angrily, slamming his hands down on the motel counter.

The clerk looked at him blankly. "Just what I said."

You were at the cheapest motel you could find in the city that was built on tourism. You and Dean were both short on cash, so it seemed like the best option. It was this or take shelter with the junkies in the tunnels.

"I'm not spending the night in the same room as her!"

You hit his shoulder. "Hey!"

"Like you don't feel the same," Dean said exasperatedly, digging out his wallet. "Next cheapest is still too expensive. I'm basically broke," he whined, rifling through his meager collection of bills.

"What happened to all your credit cards, Mr. Fraud?" you sneered.

Dean glared at you. You glared back. After a few moments, the clerk cleared his throat.

"So, do you want the room or not?"

You dropped your bags just inside the door of the room. "You're fucking kidding me."

Dean pushed past you. "What- oh. Oh my goddd." He ran his hand down his face tiredly.

Staring you in the face was the decidedly lumpy surface of a double bed. One. That fucking clerk could've warned you.

You and Dean slowly looked at each other, then you made a mad dash to claim the bed, shoving each other out of the way, kicking, tackling, until you both lay tangled on the floor, still not in the bed. You had his arm pinned behind his back, but he was pinning you to the floor with his weight.

You jerked on his arm, panting, and he grunted painfully, digging his knee into your side.

"Say.. uncle," you gritted out.

"You first!" Dean rasped.

"No!"

You laid there for a few more seconds, then, almost as if it was painful, Dean asked, "Should we- call it a draw?"

You rolled your eyes and released him. He rolled off of you, getting to his feet. He didn't help you up, of course.

"I'm not sleeping on the floor," he said spitefully.

"Well, neither am I." Your eyes narrowed.

You laid on the bed stiffly, positioned all the way at the edge of the mattress, as far away from Dean as possible. He was doing the same, and the blanket was pulled taut between you as you wordlessly battled over it.

You were steaming. You should have known that everything would go to shit if you called on him. He completely ruined what should have been a one-hour job, endangering your life and letting a few vamps go. He did, technically, save your life though. You were grateful, but you wouldn't tell him that in a million years.

Adrenaline from the hunt and your constant fighting with Dean coursed through your veins, keeping every sense on high alert. Every tug of the sheets from Dean lit a fire under your skin. His weight behind you on the bed filled you with a painful awareness of how touch-starved you truly were. As much as you tried to suppress it, tension began building in your core.

You shifted uncomfortably, squeezing your thighs together. "Ugh," you let out before you could stop yourself.

"Shut up," Dean grumbled through the darkness.

The sound of his voice, rough with tiredness, intensified how extremely horny you felt. You felt your underwear getting damp in spite of your hate for the man.

"God dammit," you said frustratedly, sitting up and swinging your legs over the side of the bed.

"What?" Dean said, throwing the covers back and sitting up too. "Why can't you just let me fucking sleep?"

"Nothing," you snapped, taking a swig from your water bottle. Hydrating would calm you down, surely.

"Yeah, right," he snapped back. "What the fuck is wrong?"

"I'm really fucking horny, Christ!" you blurt, whirling on him.

"If I fuck you, will you stop bitchin'?" Dean demanded, fire and a deadly seriousness in his eyes.

You opened and closed your mouth, stunned.

He just smirked at you. "Is that what it takes to shut you up?"

You stared at him. "Are you serious?"

"You want me so bad, huh." He moved across the bed and settled right behind you, his face in your neck, inches away from your own.

"Shut up," you say, flustered, still trying to keep some semblance of control. But you couldn't deny the arousal pooling in your gut.

"Say the word," Dean said smoothly, breath fanning over your exposed shoulder.

"Fuck," you whispered, cursing what you're about to do. You turned your head and smashed your lips to his.

Dean responded immediately, pulling you backwards and into his lap. He bit at your lips, forcing his tongue inside your mouth. You made an indignant sound, battling him for dominance, teeth clashing in a messy display of pure desire.

Your lips only parted to rip off each other's shirts. You dug your fingernails into Dean's bare shoulders as hard as you could, trying to elicit some kind of reaction from him, which came in the form of a deep groan into your mouth. He broke away, panting, and flung you onto your back on the mattress.

Leering down at you, he placed himself between your legs. "That's how you wanna play, huh princess?"

He yanked your leg up by the knee and slapped the back of your thigh. An involuntary moan escaped your mouth, and Dean chuckled darkly. "Oh, this is gonna be fun."

"Just shut up and fuck me," you whined, hitting his side with your foot.

"Ah-ah," he tutted. "Bad girls don't get what they want."

You sat up and came nose to nose with him. "If you think for one second that I am going to sit here and play submissive for you-"

Dean laced his fingers through the back of your hair and sharply tugged your head back. You moaned in response. A smile slowly grew over his face and he let go abruptly and shoved you back down. Your back barely hit the mattress before he was yanking off your sleep shorts and underwear in one go, tossing them to the far reaches of the room. You gasped as the cool air from the room hit your core, driving home the fact that you were now completely exposed to him.

"Aw, already so wet for me," Dean jeered, running a finger up your slit roughly. You flinched away from the sudden contact, heat spreading to your face.

"Don't flatter yourself," you gasped as he shoved a finger inside you, curling it vigorously, relishing the wet sounds your pussy produced.

Dean palmed himself through his pajama pants, groaning. He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, he added a second finger inside you, scissoring you open. At least he has the decency to prepare me, you thought.

He yanked his fingers out of you, giving your pussy a quick slap, and you whined at the sudden empty feeling.

"Don't whine," Dean said roughly, getting off the bed and kicking off his pants and boxers. You looked down, unable to help yourself.

You saw where he got all his confidence from. He was big. You practically quivered with anticipation. You loved a good stretch, and you liked it rough, and this was about to be both.

"Like what you see?" Dean mocked, shaking his cock.

"Looks like maybe your confidence isn't completely unwarranted," you admitted dryly. You could feel your combative spirit giving way to lust, but you weren't giving up that easily.

He winked, grabbed your ankles and jerked you to the edge of the bed, your thighs around his waist, your hair fanned out on the blanket behind your head. Dean took hold of your calves and pressed your knees up by your face, leaning over you and pinning you down with his weight again. Only this time, it was way hotter.

"Gonna be good for me?" he asked, voice dripping with mock sweetness.

"In your fucking dreams," you spat.

In one fluid motion, he backed off of you, grabbed you by the waist, and spun you onto your stomach. You squeaked as a heavy hand landed on your ass, much harder than he hit before.

You used your feet, barely touching the floor, to push yourself back towards him, hoping he would get the point and just fuck you already without you having to ask him again.

"So fucking needy," he murmured in your ear. "Use your words, princess."

"Fuck you," you moaned, feeling his cock jerk against your leg.

"Mmm, that's not right," Dean warned, fingers digging into your hips.

You grit your teeth. "Fuck me."

Dean splayed his fingers over your ass cheeks, spreading you open for him, and thrust into you roughly, filling you in one go.

You gasped, feeling his cock throb inside you as your pussy complained against the intrusion and desperately tried to adjust to his size. He groaned as you clenched around him, pulling out slowly and slamming back in.

"Dean," you gasped out. "Don't be such a fucking tease."

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want, princess," Dean growled, his thrusts becoming faster. "You asked for this."

"Technically- you offered," you corrected, eyes screwing shut at the pleasure building inside you with each thrust.

"God, shut- up," Dean griped, punctuating his words with a deep thrust that hit just right, eliciting an embarrassingly loud moan from you.

He just grunted, hips colliding against you, now just chasing his own high. You pressed your face into the bed, clutching the blanket with both fists, fortifying yourself against Dean's relentless pace. His fingers pressed deeply into your hips, carving out a place for him, letting you know you wouldn't be coming away from this encounter unbruised.

"God, you're so fucking tight," Dean rasped, slapping your ass. You moaned in response, unable to think of a witty retort. "Bet it's been a long time since you were fucked, huh?"

When you didn't reply, he slapped your ass again, on the other side, sending fireworks through your core.

"Bet that's why you're so desperate for me," he groaned. "Haven't gotten laid in a while. Bet that's why you're such a bitch, too," he added snarkily.

"Oh, fuck off," you mumbled into the mattress.

Dean pulled out, much to your chagrin, turning you onto your back again. "If you want," he said, eyes glimmering with mischief.

You pouted and whined, hooking your feet around his waist and trying to pull him back. You were rewarded with a sharp slap to your pussy. You cried out from the stimulation.

"Don't whine," he growled, pushing into you again on the last word.

"Sorry," you whispered in spite of yourself, gripping onto his arms as he cages you in with his body.

"What was that?" Dean said, grinning wickedly and thrusting into you sharply.

"Fuck-" you moaned instead, refusing to cooperate.

He wraps his hand around your throat loosely, putting slight pressure just under your jaw. Your eyes widened as he slowly increased the pressure, jeering down at you, still slamming into you at an incredible pace. Your body started to become overwhelmed with all the sensory input and your core tightened.

You knew Dean felt it, because he grimaced. "Gonna come, you little slut?" he taunted, reaching down with his free hand to rub harshly at your clit. A low whine released from the back of your throat.

His grip tightened around your neck to see your reaction. You gasped, straining to get a full breath in, your pussy clenching hard around his cock.

"Such a fucking slut that you're gonna come from being choked out," Dean said through gritted teeth, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

"Fuck- Dean," you choked out, both hands wrapped around his wrist. He eased up on the pressure some (he didn't want to kill you) and your hands moved desperately up his arm, gripping him tightly.

Dean was getting close, you could tell, but the question remained: would he come before you? And if he did, would he still take care of you? Somehow you doubted it. The self-absorbed jackass was probably going to cum inside you and fall asleep, like almost every other man you'd slept with.

Suddenly Dean lurched forward, shoving his face into the space between your neck and shoulder, breathing heavily in your ear. You clenched in surprise (and also because a man getting desperate was one of the hottest things on the planet).

Dean groaned deeply in response and bit down on your shoulder, hard. You cried out, half from pain and half from the surprising pleasure it sent roaring through you, causing your cunt to squeeze down on him tightly. He practically whimpered, detaching from your skin and pulling out, pumping himself a few times before spilling onto your stomach with a moan.

He looked down at the mess he'd made of you, dragging his fingers through his cum. Then he brought those fingers up to your mouth and pressed them against your lips. "Open."

You scowled at him, once again determined to be contrary.

Dean glared back. "Open, or you don't get to come," he said harshly, forcing his fingers between your lips and teeth.

So he was planning to take care of you. Your neediness returned in full force, and you opened your mouth to allow him to shove his fingers deep into your mouth. You gagged as his fingertips hit the back of your throat, the taste of his cum filling your mouth. He pressed down on your tongue and you dutifully sucked on his fingers as he smirked down at the sight.

"Good little slut," Dean said nastily, obviously feeling proud of himself. He started to pull his fingers out and you closed your teeth, scraping his skin as he did. He slapped your cheek lazily once his hand was free. "Swallow it."

You glared, but did as you were told, sticking out your tongue to prove it.

Dean grinned. "Ready for your reward, princess?"

You moaned needily, throwing your head back and bucking your hips up towards him.

"Such a fucking whore," he chastised, bringing his hand to your clit and stroking around it lazily. A pang of arousal shot through you as you quickly approached the edge again. All thoughts of defiance went out the window as you grinded against his hand.

"Please," you whimpered, squirming under his touch.

"Since you asked so nicely," Dean mocked. He stuffed your pussy with three fingers at once, thrusting and curling them inside you. "Fuckin' dripping, princess."

He brought his other hand to your clit, thumbing it in figure eights in time with his fingers. You gasped as your core tightened. His fingers were bringing you so close to the brink and just keeping you there, never increasing the pressure just enough to push you over.

"Fuuuck," you moaned, panting. "Please, Dean! I need- I need-"

"You need what?" he teased. He twisted his fingers up to your g-spot, simultaneously ceasing his movements on your clit to press down on it hard.

"Oh, God!" you cried out, almost hyperventilating. The feeling of your orgasm building up was almost too much to bear. A dry sob wracked your body.

Dean nipped at your chest, gazing up at your contorted face with eyes so innocent looking you could've sworn, for a moment, that this was not a man you hated with your entire being, who was not currently doing the most sinful things to you with his hands.

You whimpered pathetically. "Please," you said in a small voice. "I need to come so bad." Your face flushed with shame as you finally admit what he's done to you, both with your words and body.

"All you had to do was ask," Dean said, sickly sweet. His hands sparked into motion again, redoubling their efforts. You let out a strangled scream as you were brought right back to the precipice, only this time, surely, he's going to let you?

It was like a pot boiling over, overwhelming heat spreading from your core out through your stomach, making your legs shake and your abs tighten. You made another strangled, desperate noise as you grinded down on his hand.

"That's it, princess, fuck yourself on my fingers," Dean goaded.

You struggled to catch your breath, eyes wide. Your face was hot and wet, and you realized numbly that tears were streaming down your face, running into your hair. He started to take his hands away, but your hands chased them, seizing them and bringing them back to your core.

Dean seemed surprised, but more than willing to fuck you past the point of no return. "Fuck, you just can't get enough, huh," he said, sounding mildly impressed. Your body shook as he all but stilled his fingers inside you, just rubbing your clit slowly until it became too much to bear and you pushed him off.

You laid there panting quietly, your body shivering from the aftershocks of one of the most intense orgasms you'd had in a while. For once, it seemed like Dean didn't know what to say.

You closed your eyes for a moment, then suddenly felt his hand on your clit again, rubbing vigorously. Your eyes flew open and you looked down to see Dean's face set in determination. You clutched at his wrist, trying weakly to get him away, knees trying to close around him, but it didn't take long for you to cum again with a shriek, heels digging into the mattress to push yourself away. Your cunt pulsed around nothing, and you felt a gush of arousal leave you. Dean looked delighted.

"I fucking knew it," he said triumphantly, holding up his hand to survey the mess.

"What?" you asked feebly as another shiver ran through your body.

"Knew you'd be so touch-starved I could get you to squirt," Dean explained smugly. He licked some of your arousal off his hand.

You threw your head back onto the bed exasperatedly. "God, I hate you."

"Could've fooled me," he returned, displaying his hand to you and smirking.

dividers once again by @cafekitsune and @saradika-graphics

[thebibliosphere]

Going through my medical records to prepare for tomorrow’s visit with the new GI (technically already today but w/e) and I was going down the list of my conditions and noticed that MCAS has finally been added to my chart.

Who added it? My pcp Dr. Brandon.

He overrode the allergist who said I was “mistaking anxiety for anaphylaxis” (asshole🖕) and added Mast Cell Activation Disorder to my chart sometime after my last visit.

Presumably after I told him how nerve wracking it is to show up at the ER and tell them I have “probable mast cell dysfunction diagnosed by an outside specialist, your head of immunology at HPartners is just a misogynistic, gaslighting fuck and that’s why it’s not in my file.”

And Brandon just removed that hurdle for me😭😭

[hiraethwa]

one summer day

10 epiphany. where ushijima has a sudden realization

<< 09 disconnect. | >> 11 epiphany.

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x reader a/n: we only go up from here, my loves - ave word count: 3.7k 💀 warnings: violence, threats, vile, misogynistic comments (by a rando), cursing tags: @lemurzsquad @daisy-room @integers -- (inbox me if you want to be added to the tag list)

april, third year

ushijima wakatoshi is by no means a people person. he is a highly motivated individual, mind always focused on the task at hand. he does not mind people interacting with him, although he can survive without it. 

he enjoys playing volleyball and listening to his teammates, occasionally adding to the conversation, but he has never been a particularly talkative person like tendo. it’s not that he dislikes human interaction, he just finds that sometimes, some things are better left unspoken, or perhaps unnecessary altogether. 

he never goes out of his way to befriend someone – he was already busy with volleyball as it is, and to add to it, staying on top of his school’s demanding curriculum. people has commented on his stoicism and general unapproachability behind his back, not that he cares enough about it. so naturally, he did not have a lot of friends to begin with. 

wakatoshi thinks that he is satisfied with his way of life and intends on keeping it simple with just school and volleyball, and none of the drama that he’s heard going around his year all the time. or rather, he intended to. 

and so, he finds himself confused, and irritated as well, when this guy from his year, apparently the captain of the basketball or baseball or whatever, he could care less, tries to start some kind of shit with him. 

ushijima was on his way to lunch with tendo when this idiot came and started badmouthing him and the volleyball team, calling him a useless piece of shit and some other names that he stopped listening to. he wondered what the point of this confrontation is when he doesn’t even know who this person is. 

with a blank stare and a twitching eyebrow, ushijima cuts him off, “i’m sorry, who are you again?” 

it only made him angrier and humiliated, with the crowd that is starting to form around the commotion. “my name is yamasaki takeo.”

“i don’t recall asking for your opinion, yamasaki-san,” ushijima retorts irritably, eliciting a gasp from tendo who is next to him. 

yamasaki gapes at him, as the whispers from the students around them grow audibly. 

that ought to be the end of it, ushijima thinks, as he makes to leave the scene that yamasaki caused. he has better things to worry about, like the fact that you are still not on speaking terms with him, rather than this pointless confrontation that is clearly wasting his time.

“that’s right, because you’re too busy trying to get into miyamura’s pants than focusing on volleyball, aren’t you?” 

tendo reckons that the idiot is relentless in picking a fight with him, and apparently has a death wish. for he had the balls to bring your name up when it is currently occupying the top spot in ushijima’s list of touchy subjects, which is very, very short. in fact, it only has one entry right now.

ushijima clenches his fists. now he is truly irritated, and his short patience is reaching its end. 

yamasaki, noticing that he is finally getting a reaction out of the indifferent volleyball captain, delightedly goes on to drag your name through the mud. 

“is it really that difficult to get your little girlfriend to sleep with you, captain, if you are so high and mighty? or is it just you that she is not interested in?” he mocks ushijima, a shit eating grin on his face now that he has ushijima’s full attention, discovering his weakness. “maybe she’s actually sleeping around with your friends. in fact, i wouldn’t be so surprised if she is, considering how close she is to semi eita as of late.”

if looks could kill, yamasaki would be long dead by now. his only saving grace being the thin fraying thread of patience that ushijima is holding on to. a very, very thin thread. 

“if you know what’s good for you, keep her name out of your filthy mouth.” ushijima grits his teeth. 

ushijima hates that he has you dragged into this spectacle. you’re not his girlfriend, much less his friend at this very moment. he hates that too, that you are so far away from his reach. he dislikes the hole your absence left in his meticulous schedule, and he misses the warmth your presence brings him. 

for your sake, he has been keeping his temper in check. convincing himself that getting into a brawl with yamasaki would only serve to fan the flames of the situation when word spreads around school, and the one who would suffer the most would be you. 

but it appears that yamasaki is asking, practically begging for it, as he continues his goading. “maybe i need to get a taste of her, considering how well she has you wrapped around her finger.”

the thread explodes. 

red. red is all ushijima could see as someone grabs a hold of yamasaki’s collar and throws a fist into his cocky face. he is so full of shit. a killing calm descends on ushijima as he watches the person pull his arm back and send another punch to yamasaki. again. and again. 

he vaguely registers his friend shouting his name and pulling on his arm with a few of other students. semi and ohira, he realizes. puzzled, he looks down to see his hand gripping tightly onto the front of yamasaki’s uniform, and his left hand is covered in blood. 

oh. oh. that was him who punched the asshole.

ushijima releases his hold on yamasaki, breathing heavily as the gravity of the situation settles in. it isn’t some inconsequent drama to circulate around school anymore. 

yamasaki struggles to stand, coughing out blood. his nose sits crookedly on his face, most possibly broken. but he has the nerve to smirk, as much as he could, at ushijima. “not so strong now, are you?”

“says the one with a sorry state for a face,” semi retorts, tense from the whole situation.

he merely wipes at his bloodied face, waving semi off. “i am not the one you need to worry about. i am also not the one who is risking his spot on the under 19 team for the youth world championship with a scandal.”

ushijima recoils, blood running cold. was that his goal all along? 

“maybe, i will forgive your actions, if you get on your knees and beg,” yamasaki pauses, a dark glint in his eyes, “and give y/n to me.”

his words have ushijima struggling to break free from his teammates, caution thrown to the winds, ready to beat him to a pulp. 

“let go of me!” ushijima growls. fuck the consequences, there is no way in hell he will let this asshole lay a finger on you.

he does not notice the crowd parting as the students recognize you and allow you space to get to the front of the commotion. the frown on your face from witnessing the latter half of the events unfolding after you yielded to chika’s curiosity of the commotion that sent students running in the hallways and getting their friends to join them. the sigh that escapes your lips from being the center of the drama. 

“is that all it really takes?” your voice stops him in his attempts to break free, his head snapping towards you in shock.

ushijima has not felt fear in years, certainly not on the volleyball court, not since his parents had a messy divorce, but your words send his heart dropping to the floor. “y/n–”

“stay out of it.” you breathe sharply at him, needing your wits about you if you were to get him out of this situation unscathed. turned away from yamasaki, you let out a trembling breath and steel your nerves. 

you’ve worn a mask in your own home for years, this is nothing, you remind yourself. sure, the whispers would spread, but for him, you would wreck yourself. to hell with this asshole if he dares to try to bring ushijima down. ironic, considering you distanced yourself to save your own heart. when it is all said and done, it still belongs to him.  

“unfortunately, i am not an object that ushijima can simply give away, yamasaki-san, but am i worth the lengths you went to?” 

you observe as his eyes dart behind you at ushijima. so that’s how it is. you are not what he wants. what he wants is to get to ushijima, for reasons you can surmise from the gossip that had been floating around the last week. 

if you play your cards right, you could twist his arm behind his back, figuratively speaking. he would have no choice but to back down, you hope. if not… you don’t want to even think about it. this has to be enough.

“why don’t i propose you a better trade?” you bat your lashes at the scum in front of you, playing the role of the ever helpless girl using her body to get away with things. praying to the gods above that he will take the bait. just come a little closer and i will show you my teeth, bastard.

surely, you can’t be thinking of actually going out with yamasaki, ushijima tries to convince himself as he watches you smile at the asshole coyly. you are smarter than that, and he is not worth your sacrifice. 

or is he? he averts his eyes as you lean in towards yamasaki. shoves the prickling sense of unfamiliar discomfort down. shushes the pealing bells in his mind. the urge to pummel his face to nothing. 

he tries to put his mind elsewhere, but a sense of inevitability creeps in. dread, he realizes, crawls up his spine and makes its home there.

he wants to shout at you. something. anything. anything but this. he doesn’t need to be in the youth 19 team. he would rather risk it all. he doesn’t need anything, doesn’t want anything but you by his side. and the thought of it terrifies him.

“wakatoshi-kun,” tendo nudges him and grabs his attention away from his thoughts. he follows tendo’s gaze towards you and takashima, whose cocky smirk was completely wiped off his bloodied and bruised face and replaced by a paleness that looked like fear. “that’s your girl.”

“i’m so glad we were able to come to an understanding, takashima-san. i would hate for such a nasty argument to get even more out of hand, don’t you agree? now that we are on the same page, i’m sure this won’t happen again. right, takashima-san?” ushijima shudders at the underlying hostility in your fake cheery voice that is directed towards takashima. he never wants to be on the receiving end of it, he thinks. 

you lay a hand on his arm, an eerily innocent smile on your face. and takashima winces, nodding quickly and too eagerly compared to his earlier behavior. 

“i guess we will see you around?” ushijima catches on to the hidden demand under your nice words. you better stay away from us. “oh, do you need a hand to the nurse’s office?”

what exactly did he miss? but he is too awestruck by the way you turned the situation around that he forgot to correct tendo’s earlier statement. 

he tunes out takashima’s stuttering response as you turn around, a frown finding its way onto your beautiful features as your cold eyes land on him. barely registers tendo calling “show’s over” and gesturing at the crowd to disperse and mind their own business.

he hates the mask you are wearing, pushing everyone, and him, away as a defense mechanism. he hates that he is the reason you had to don it today to protect him from his own actions.   

ushijima finds himself reaching out to you to smooth out the furrow in your brows, only to be met by resistance. your slender fingers hook onto his wrist, halting his movement for a split second before dropping his hand like a hot potato. 

“people are watching,” you remind him. your eyes catch on his left hand, where the skin on his knuckles was split, hesitating on your next words. “you should get that treated.”

he frowns, already missing the feeling of your skin on his. why would he care that people are watching?

the four of them end up walking to the nurse’s office with ohira dismissing himself from the group for some errand he had to run for his class. tendo being tendo, starts pestering you about what you did and how you did it despite your clipped answers. 

ushijima finds himself staring at the back of your head, unsure if you are just a figment of his imagination from how long he went without interacting with you. next to him, semi nods his head at you, “she doesn’t hate you, you know.”

he stays quiet. if that’s true, then why are you so intent on avoiding him?

“you are both impossible,” semi huffs in disbelief. 

finding the nurse’s office empty, semi lets your little group into the dark room. tendo beelines for the cabinet, rummaging for supplies. you didn’t have the energy to tell them that they should probably wait for the nurse to come back.

you keep to the door, fidgeting as if you could not decide to stay or go. “see you guys” you blurt, feet moving quickly out the door.

“y/n–” ushijima panics. is this it? is this all he has left of you?

“i’ll go talk to her.” semi promises, running after you, leaving ushijima in tendo’s hands.

they sit in silence as tendo cleans up ushjima’s bloodied knuckles, the latter unphased by the sting of disinfectant on raw skin with his entire focus on the doorway. wishing. 

sure enough, semi returns with an uneasy y/n in tow, looking like you would rather be anywhere but there. 

he makes you sit on the bed across from ushijima, an indecipherable look in his eyes. “stay, you two need to talk. tendo and i will be right outside.” translation: don’t think about leaving until you talk to him. to which you return an unamused look, crossing your arms in a defensive manner.

you wait until the door clicks closed behind them before stealing a glance at ushijima. his stare displaces you, as if there is nothing more important than you. unbelievable, you think. 

you open your mouth to say something – something mean and hurtful so that he would stop looking at you like he cared, but decide against it, knowing full well your anger, the serpent that rarely rears its head is nasty when it does. 

“why are you avoiding me?” he breaks the silence. the first words you’ve heard from him in a long while, not counting the short exchange earlier and during orchestra practice. you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss his voice. that it didn’t calm the wary hissing wild animal in you on some subconscious level.

“why do you care, ushijima?” the name still leaves a bitter taste on your tongue even though you have tried to get over it. you don’t actually love him, right? it’s just a schoolgirl infatuation. or at least, that is what you keep telling yourself, hoping that it will be true when you repeat it enough times. 

“you are my friend, y/n.” his eyes snap to yours, begging you to understand. 

the feeling of drowning creeps in, bringing you back to the first sleepless nights after you cut him off. how pathetic you were running after someone who did not even treat you as their friend. how worthless. how you went from wishing that he saw you as you are to wishing that he never walked into your life.

“no, if i am your friend, then why didn’t you tell me about the nationals? fuck, i had to find out from semi, and it was only because they needed me to stop you from hurting yourself. what the fuck am i to you, ushijima wakatoshi?” you snap at him. 

he starts to say something, but you are not done, not yet. 

“why bother? why save me from myself, tell me you’re my friend, when you certainly don’t act like it when it comes to yourself? do you think so little of me? or am i just some basket case to you?” your fists curl at your sides, angry tears threatening to escape your eyes, as you will them back. 

why did you start the fight? why? 

and then he is at your feet, kneeling and taking your hands into his, looking at you as if you are his salvation. “it was easy, caring for you. felt right, like second nature. you matter to me, but i–” he glances away for a second, almost too much, he thinks “–i don’t know how to let others do the same to me, even if it’s you, that didn’t come naturally. i’m sorry, y/n.” his knuckles are gentle against your skin, brushing away the tears that you didn’t realize started sliding down your cheeks.

the silence stretches, interrupted by your sniffles here and there. 

“talk to me.” he tucks the hair that is covering your face behind your ear. 

your voice is a pained quiet. “i was running away from you, afraid of what your answer could be. i was scared that you found me unworthy. i felt pathetic, yearning for your friendship if you didn’t feel the same way. but–” your throat tightens at your cowardice, realizing your own mistake.

“it could have been avoided if you just talked to me.” wakatoshi finishes your sentence for you.

“you’re a fucking hypocrite.” you retort, kicking his knee in pettiness. “don’t think you’re so easily forgiven.” and just like that he is forgiven. your heart once again safely tucked away in his hands, returned to its owner after weeks of being torn away bleeding and broken by yours. 

it’s unfair, really. the effortlessness it takes on his part to make you whole unknowingly. maybe you were born without a heart, given away to ushijima by fate. maybe he is meant to come into your life and give it back, to remind you that you are alive, and to live. 

you keep telling yourself that he is meant for more than you. which is the truth. but it is also because you are afraid of losing him forever.  

but he recognizes the way you deflect away from your own vulnerability. “make me beg for it, i’ll do anything to redeem myself.” you mean too much to me.

“anything?” you tap your chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “how about going to the tanabata festival in your kuromontsuki haori hakama?” 

you are trying to see how far he would go to satisfy your demands. usually people wear yukatas to summer festivals, the most casual traditional option, and the most comfortable one in the sweltering heat of summer. a kuromontsuki haori hakama is the highest rank of kimono for men and only worn for formal occasions like weddings and funerals. 

but you would kill to see him in one, and it doesn’t hurt to ask.

“that would be a little difficult… how about a haori hakama?” which is less formal than what you suggested, though enough that he will still stick out like a sore thumb in the crowd, but– “fine.” you wanted to see him in a full formal kimono. 

“i get the crispy ends of your katsu.” nod. “give me a piggyback ride home.” an eyebrow raise, but nod. “i want the only bottle of grape squash that you guys buy every single time.” nod. 

“no more keeping secrets from me.” 

“done.”

“i will have to think of more later, you’re currently on probation.” you narrow your eyes at him, gesturing with your hand, i’m watching you. he catches it deftly, getting all up in your space. 

your breath hitches as he comes eye to eye with you, only inches to spare. “i’m sorry. i’ll do better, i promise.” 

you hear his words, sure, but the thunderous beating of your heart is coming from every direction, deafening. in that moment, you forgot how to speak, tongue twisted in a way that cannot be undone. so you panic, feet kicking out instinctively. 

several things happen in quick succession. wakatoshi grunts, curling backwards in pain. the door bursts open as semi and tendo comes running in to defuse the situation. you sit there in shock. tendo starts cackling at the scene in front of him, tears shining in his eyes. 

“damn, one after another, y/n, you’re putting these boys down real hard.” he wipes his eyes with laughter.

“it was an accident!” 

“sure, sure, if you say so.” he slowly backs out of the room, having a distinctive feeling that you may want to land one on him too. 

“get back here, tendo satori! oi, where do you think you are going? you still need to dress toshi’s wounds.” you dash at him. 

“back to toshi now, are we? why don’t you do it yourself?” he snickers, running away.

semi shakes his head at the two of you, glancing at his captain who is still recovering from your kick in the nuts. he winces at the thought of it. “you good?”

ushijima looks towards where tendo now has an arm thrown over your shoulders, affectionately ruffling your hair, utterly unfazed by the way you are snapping at him. 

“i told you, i am not telling you! it defeats the purpose of what i said to that scum if i told you! get your dirty hands off of me.” you frown at the redhead, and then as if sensing his eyes on you, you point at ushijima. “you, don’t ever pick fights again even if i get dragged into it, it’s not worth it.” 

“but he picked a fight with ushijima-kun first.” 

“why, you brat. do you want to find out what dirty secrets i know about you?”

“wah, scary, y/n-chan. remind me to never get on your bad side.” 

you make a face at tendo, which ushijima finds adorable. his lips quirk in a smile at the scene unfolding in front of them, finally responding to semi’s earlier question. 

“yeah. yeah, i think so.”

“ushijima-kun, you’re down bad.”

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Hi! I keep seeing posts about James Somerton on the dash but I've never heard of him before. Are you ale to summarise the issues surrounding him (only if you have the time and headspace to do so) or point to a post that does? Thank you!

Basically, James Somerton was known for his video essays about various queer subjects, and it came out that he'd plagiarised basically all of them in a really in-depth video from HBomberGuy.

Somerton subsequently disabled his Patreon, attempted to hide for a bit, attempted to come back, disabled it again and hid again, and has recently published yet another video saying he's sorry but that he had to plagiarise dozens of queer creators - many of them multiply marginalised, many of them women and QPOC - because of a childhood head injury.

Somerton is also a raging misogynist and the few things he didn't plagiarise were rants about how women are the cause of homophobia and everything bad, and antitransmasculine rants implying that nonbinary and trans male creators are just women (and that therefore they're the cause of homophobia and everything bad).

I really recommend just watching Brewis' video on the subject - it's obviously very long, but it's super in-depth and really gets into the whys and wherefores of plagiarism and its harms, it's funny, it's well-made, and it really cuts into the particularities of how Somerton plagiarised, his strategies, et cetera.

Brewis in the meantime has done a lot of work to remunerate the people Somerton has plagiarised, assisting in collating lists of victims and plagiarised works, giving ad revenue from this video to those people, and so forth.

[alekthesilly]

i know this probably isnt very relevant to most tumblr users, but if could take a bit of time to read this, id really appreciate it... i know portugal is a very small country in europe, but i just wanted to call awareness to the fact that two days ago, fifty fascists were elected to represent us in the parlament.

They belong to a party led by an openly transphobic, racist, xenophobic and misogynist guy. this on the 50th anniversary of our revolution agaisnt a fascist dictatorship, more than one milion people voted for the same thing again. the lider of the party (CHEGA) literally reused the motto of the old fascist leader, just added the word "work" to it. (its god, homeland, family and work) they want to "erase woke ideology from schools" they want to review our abortion laws, the laws in support of the queer community, review immigration laws, and are openly xenophobic and racist. they have stated they want to "fight" gender ideology, and are vehemently agaisnt trans people using the right bathrooms. there are multiple videos of them doing the nazi salute. its true, portugal is in very bad political state rn and the people want extreme changes, and thats why we now have a rightwing majority on our parlament. but its fucking terrifying. most CHEGA voters dont even know what they are voting for, but we still need to hold them accountable for this.

most of my friends are queer. its so deeply disheartening to watch your own country vote against you, against your right to exist. we dont feel safe anymore, and we know that in the next few years we will watch the already short list of laws that protected us be erased. they claim to want to build a "better future" for the young generations, but if we are queer, it seems that we dont belong in it.

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Exclusive: 'Namu Wiki' Community with at Least 240,000 Subscribers Becomes Hotbed for Sexual Exploitation Material Arcalive Posts Numerous Digital Sexual Crimes Using AI to Humiliate Acquaintances… Whistleblower Says "Management is Negligent in Preventing Crimes"… Avoiding Legal Scrutiny by Having an Overseas Address

this is an investigative article that’s originally in Korean, it’s machine translated and edited below. If you see any discrepancies lmk and I’ll fix it asap. Thanks everyone

. It has been confirmed that numerous channels are operating within the community "ArcaLive" of the participatory knowledge site "Namuwiki," with the purpose of sharing digital sex crime content. The number of subscribers alone is at least 240,000, making it the largest known group of digital sex crime perpetrators within a single community to date.

Users were promoting AI-generated photos and videos and conducting actual transactions via Telegram. Some posts included photos of women's underwear, belonging to mothers, wives, and other family members. Although ArcaLive stated that "pornographic material is strictly prohibited," a former Namuwiki representative exposed that "the current administrators are essentially allowing these crimes to persist."

This platform, although targeting Koreans, can only be accessed through overseas IPs, and the company is based in Paraguay, making it difficult for Korean law enforcement to intervene.

At least 240,000 subscribers to sex crime content… Largest in history

Whistleblower A, who was involved in the founding of Namuwiki, met with OhmyNews on the 3rd and said, "All five members involved in the early establishment of Namuwiki were 'incels' (involuntary celibates), and some of the people who applied to become community administrators were teenagers. Instead of regulating digital sex crimes, they have either condoned or neglected them." He added, "There were no sanctions against misogynistic or anti-human rights descriptions either."

He said, "At first, I enjoyed making key decisions necessary for Namuwiki's operation, but the current behavior of Namuwiki and ArcaLive has become unbearable. Their claim that 'pornographic content is prohibited' is essentially nonsense."

According to data obtained by OhmyNews, numerous digital sex crime materials were posted on ArcaLive through channels such as the "Erotic Pictures Channel" (82,620 members), the "Women's Body Channel" (60,881 members), the "AI Semi-Realistic Channel" (46,696 members), the "Global Traditional Massage Channel" (28,931 members), the "AI Realistic Channel" (22,012 members), the "Wife/Married Women Channel" (353 members), and the "Stockings Channel" (238 members). Combined, these channels had over 240,000 subscribers (including overlaps).

Recently, OhmyNews and a group formed by members of the Democratic Party, “doubleoplayer" and the X (formerly Twitter) account "Publicizing ArcaLive Sex Crimes" obtained and analyzed ArcaLive-related data from 2021 to 2024.

The analysis revealed that ArcaLive users frequently produced and distributed AI-generated sexual exploitation material and shared and sold illegal filming material. Sex crime content was sold with specific prices, and purchases were only possible through Telegram, making it difficult to trace. One post mentioned that the videos were hard to find on other "porn" sites, listing prices (2,000 won per video or 8,000 won for a bundle of five) and providing a specific Telegram ID for purchasing. Promotional comments like "I have lots of videos, contact me if interested" were posted frequently.

Users also uploaded pictures of women's underwear, with some explaining they belonged to their mothers or wives. Other users posted photos of underwear used by their sisters, girlfriends, or acquaintances. So-called "humiliation" crimes also occurred frequently, with users posting illegally taken photos of women, spouses, or young girls in public places, commenting on their appearance.

"ArcaLive administrators cannot be unaware of sex crime material" "Likely switched to VPN-based site to avoid regulatory sanctions"

Namuwiki was founded in 2015, and ArcaLive was founded in 2016. Both are owned by a company called "Umanle S.R.L." based in Paraguay.

ArcaLive and its sub-channels are operated in a private state, making them unsearchable, and some posts can only be accessed through overseas IPs. As a result, access from Korea requires the use of VPNs (Virtual Private Networks).

A said, "Initially, the site wasn’t VPN-based because requiring overseas IPs would make it inconvenient for users, potentially decreasing user numbers. However, it seems they transitioned to this model to avoid being blocked by the Korea Communications Standards Commission (KCSC)."

The KCSC announced on August 22 that it had requested the deletion of 37 illegal and harmful posts on ArcaLive. The KCSC noted that it was "extremely unusual" for ArcaLive to comply with the deletion request, as the platform had never previously responded.

In response, ArcaLive claimed that "the mentioned posts did not exist in the database" and attributed it to bugs or errors. They also stated that "all pornographic material involving real adults or inspired by real children is strictly prohibited," and that they "immediately delete and close channels upon confirmation."

A countered the claim that the posts didn't exist, saying, "Technical manipulation is entirely possible. It's hard to trust their explanation, as it wasn’t verified by a credible third-party civilian group or investigative agency."

He emphasized, "ArcaLive and Namuwiki administrators cannot be unaware of the digital sex crimes happening within the community. While only encrypted information like passwords is invisible to server owners, all raw data is stored on the server."

When asked if the administrators might not have noticed due to the sheer volume of raw data, A responded, "Even if they can’t check every single post, server operators would still know which boards are being used the most and what types of posts are being uploaded." In fact, internal statistics from ArcaLive users in January showed that digital sex crime-related channels ranked among the most frequently used.

KCSC: "Plans to pursue cooperation with foreign operators"

A KCSC official told OhmyNews, "We have proposed a meeting with Namuwiki to explore ways to strengthen self-regulation and mutual cooperation. We received a reply requesting a detailed explanation of the purpose of the meeting." The official added that they would continue pursuing cooperation with both domestic and international businesses to block the distribution of illegal and harmful posts and protect users.

On August 5, OhmyNews contacted Namuwiki using the same official email address the KCSC communicated with, inquiring about A's allegations. However, they only received a reply stating, "We are only responsible for temporary measures. Any unrelated issues will not be answered."

from previous posts on this blog: If you remember, ArcaLive was the site KGCS specifically called out as the site where the pedophilic Blue Archive fans gathered in their statement about the Illustar Fest event . There was also info dropped by guiltyarchive here. at the time of that post happening these forums were being revealed because incels wanted to delete the entire Genshin subforum. why? Genshin Impact wasn’t responding to their shitfits or “protest balloon” but instead had deleted their comments and then immediately responded to female fan concerns, making it a confirmed “femi game” to them. the decision was blocked, so they instead tried to take the entire ArcaLive site down by revealing these illegal secret forums.that’s not the first time those forums were revealed but it’s just the backstory as to why they were revealed in that situation.this is a short post on namuwiki.

[peachi-blossom]

Non-Hazbin Hotel characters that are better than Niffty

I don't hate Niffty, I just hate how she was written in the show since Vivienne Medrano is a massive misogynist in the past and still is today.

I know I put Sun on the better than Charlie Morningstar post, I just wanted to added him on the list because some of his characteristics applies to Niffty, but there are differences too.

Now that I've done Charlie, Alastor, Vaggie, Lucifer and Niffty, I will try to do Angel Dust, Husk, and Cherri Bomb (I should've wrote this first when I started doing the Non-Hazbin Hotel characters that are better than "HH main cast" series). I won't be doing Sir Pentious since he is based off on DollCreep... I will make another better than Charlie post but this time with princesses.

EDIT: 7/11/24

Also there was this one video by a professional therapist who analyze Niffty and the therapist thinks she has OCD. I watched her video and I was like, "Uhh, Niffty never got any development yet. Why are you saying she has OCD?". OCD ≠ overly clean or organized, it's a lot more complicated than you think it is. I don't actually have OCD myself, but I'm on a autism spectrum. I'm really good at math and video games, but it's difficult for me to put the words together whenever I try to say or write something. Like, I know what to say, I just need to actually say it. Although I struggle, I will keep improving.

[balkanradfem]

List of misogynistic users who have harassed radfems in the past!

You can block these people if you want to make sure they can't harass you, or you can ignore this if you hate blocklists. If you want to add someone to the list, add their username/reason on a comment or a reply.

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allhailtheslothoverlord* bawlboiii bizarrolord

be03055 -> amx26336 * (updated 4th of June, this is the one who sends anons trying to get radfems to say gross things) bobloblawslawwblog

cloudcuckoolander527 * count-incel f3mboyfucker

herald-to-the-dark * (death threats to lesbians) idiosyncraticrednebula isaacsapphire leboi987 lnocent -> lesbianbirth -> menlez -> johnnyhogg -> un0bject (apparently they changed again but I can't find the latest) lostelvenqueen mango-flowers mpov narukorankofan nerdylilpeebee officialmacgyver papirouge prince-of-goths radiofreederry sonia-marmeladova sophieinwonderland still-oxford-comma-forever -> new-oxford-comma-forever sygol terfs-translated terfsdiechallenge thatbaraguy themasculinevoice thoughtsarestupid wjh5

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BSM X MBF Collab Pt. 1: Maria Rambeau!

Refresher on the rules/goal linked here!

For this one, the ship options were:

1- Carol Danvers

2- Someone else?/No Ship!/Pass (First author chooses)

3- Reader

MBF(@mybonafidefeelings) chose #2!

Disclaimers:

As always, all main characters are BLACK and all content is written by GENDER EXPANSIVE BLACK SAPPHICS.

We do not, under any circumstances, give consent for our works (collective or individual) to be used to train AI, copied or stolen. If you have any questions, please reach out to either of us.

Some of the dividers are from @firefly-graphics

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Word Count: 1,197

CW: Slightly misogynistic joke made by a woman to another woman, mentions of menstrual products

MARIA RAMBEAU X BLACK!OLD FRENEMY/LI (OC)

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"What's the damn difference between extra strength and extra strong dish soap?" Maria huffed to herself as she did her best to hurry down the nearly empty isles of the grocery store.

It had taken her nearly the whole day to make it to the grocery store, which only added to her already sour mood. It was hot, her hair was sweating out in the back, work was hell, Monica was home with the chicken pox, and she only had 15 minutes to get everything she needed and check out. And now she couldn't figure out what dish soap to buy. She couldn't wrap her head around why people couldn't just be straight forward with what they were trying to sell you. Is being strong not the same as having strength? She huffed again, trying to pull herself together. She knew it didn't matter which one she chose, the dishes would still get washed - she just wanted at least one choice she made to mean something. Sighing and grabbing the one closest to her, she ran down the isle and turned to the next as she pulled out her crumpled up list from her pocket.

Repeating it's contents to herself, she ruffled through the isle with jagged agility. Pulling boxes of elbow noodles off the shelf while her cart was still rolling down, grabbing it just in time to stop in front of the crushed tomatoes. If someone was paying enough attention, they might think she was a superhero, which her daughter often called her. She shuddered at the thought usually, for reasons she seldom gave herself the time to think about - but Monica often wondered if she'd feel differently if she could see herself outside of herself, when she did things like this.

She made her way through the store like this until she only had two things left. Ground beef and tampons. Both necessary, both across the store from each other. With an even deeper sigh, she darted across the store to the isle with hygiene products. She grabbed a few boxes without looking and ran back, hoping no one had touched her cart. Thankfully there really was hardly anybody in the store aside from some middle aged white guy with an attitude problem, but he was already checking out. She was thankful that she wouldn't have to deal with him, although she felt bad for the teenage cashier. After ringing the bell for the meat counter and finally accepting that no one was going to serve her, she settled for the cheaper beef and headed to the front with her cart.

As she rolled her cart into the isle and finished unloading, she browsed the shitty magazines and considered a candy bar against her better judgement, not noticing the person walking up behind her.

"You could use a candy bar. You look thin." A smooth, almost mischievous voice saunters in from behind her, sending a rise of tingles up her spine. Although it registers as somewhat familiar to her, Maria is exhausted and definitely doesn't have time for whatever sleaze is about to piss her off. Turning around with a mostly justified fury (because only some of it is misdirected today, which is better than most days), she's ready to burn whoever dared to tell her what she could use.

"Who the hell do you think-" "Most women would take that as a compliment, but you're certainly not most women, are you Maria?" says the tall, handsome, definitely mischievious woman standing behind her. And for one, much longer than it should've been moment of confusion, comfort, and most importantly - the absence of any fury, Maria Rambeau is speechless for the first time in a LONG time.

While she's stuck, the woman puts her few items, including the candy bar on the black conveyor belt and chuckles. As her arm retracts back, Maria's senses are overcome with the jasmine, cade and that familiar distinct sweetness of juniper berry mixed with vanilla and shea butter. Only the sound of the person speaking over the intercom shakes her from this unexpected trance, a moment too late as she blinks herself back while the woman who's now snuck in front of her is paying for everything, including a tip for the cashier who's now blushing as she begins to bag the items.

"I didn't need you to do that!" Maria exclaims, shocking even herself with how shrill her voice sounds as she pulls bills out of her wallet. "I know you don't, but you were standing there like a deer caught in some headlights and the store is closing. I don't want your money, Maria." Maria nearly shudders at the use of her name being wrapped in this familiar cadence and tone. The woman is grabbing the bags now, walking away with that annoyingly smug demeanor she always has. Maria snaps out of it again, closing her wallet and running behind her by the time she's already out the sliding doors.

"Rowe." The taller woman stops and takes a moment before turning around, holding both bags with a smile that's definitely hiding something. "What are you doing here?" Maria asks. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Rowe teases back, testing the waters. "Give me my stuff. I'll send you a money order." Maria welcomes back the fury like a shitty roommate she's used to living with. Rowe just laughs as Maria snatches the bag and walks past her to her car. "You'd need my address to do that, my love." Maria holds back another shudder. She keeps walking, determined to force this out of her mind in the next 20 minutes and pretend it never happened. Determined not to think about it, determined not to wait for her to leave and follow her. "Alright, alright! I thought you'd laugh but I can see nothing is very funny to you today huh?" She says as she walks up next to Maria, still trying to poke and prod at least a smile out of the pilot. "What are you doing here, Charles?" "Ouch, back to last names." She says dramatically as she pretends to be wounded in the chest. "I'm here for work." She says, waiting to see Maria's reaction - which she won't give her. Maria feels some sort of relief, knowing the woman will have to leave sooner or later. "6 months, if you were wondering, Rambeau." Maria once again stops in her tracks. She looks up at the woman with a mix of confusion, bewilderment, and excitement? "Enjoy your dinner. See you around?" The taller woman asks with a smile as she drops the candy bar into Maria's bag and walks off, not getting into a car but walking straight out of the parking lot. Maria just stands there, stuck and stuck and stuck for what feels like forever.

Finally getting into her car, she prays it doesn't stall again and reaches around for her sunglasses. Looking next to her, she sees the candy bar and sighs. Taking a bite and trying to level her breathing, she pulls out. Still determined to pretend the interaction she just had didn't happen, and praying the woman won't be at work on Monday.

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lmk how you feel! can't wait to see what @mybonafidefeelings does with this!

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It's Heaven, Bitch - Chapter 4

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Adam Hazbin Hotel x Reader

Story Summary: Reader is new to Heaven and assigned to work underneath Adam. Adam takes an interest in them, exploiting the power imbalance that comes with it and enjoying it like the misogynistic sadist he is. Story warnings: Mature MDNI -Adam is an asshole, he can often be manipulative, controlling, misogynistic and just overall a jerk -Power imbalance and dom/sub themes -Dubious consent at times -Age gap (by literally thousands of years) but nothing underage Chapter Summary: You meet Carson and his friends for a fun night out, despite the constant text messages buzzing in your pocket from a certain someone.

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Nerves churn in your stomach as you stand at your kitchen counter, re-reading the invite that was scribbled on a napkin corner for the millionth time.

‘Plume Palace in the main square.

Meeting at the ruby fountain at 7.45 pm :)’

The directions from Carson naturally meant nothing to you until you had looked up the place on your phone.

You found the so-called ‘Plume Palace’, listed online as a highly popular and somewhat fancy-looking bar/club. From the pictures online you could see that at the exterior of the club entrance, there was a stunning fountain. Unmistakably that was the meeting point he had mentioned.

You wished he’d left a phone number or something, you wondered if maybe he didn’t use a phone at all?

You’re sure Adam would’ve laughed his head off at your expense if he knew that all you’d been left with was a place, a time, and a blind hope that the guy would be there when you showed up.

You had used your Saturday morning to visit the local mall for the first time, there were a lot of things you needed to pick up given the fact you had only been provided with the bare minimum in terms of clothing and other necessities. But your boss Sera had provided you with a lump sum of money to use for this exact purpose.

On your trip, among the general casual clothes and other items you needed, you picked out a nice outfit for the evening. Given how nice this bar looked, you wanted to try and match the vibe.

Your choice had been a black halter-neck dress, the fit was body con but the material had small ruffles that complimented your curves and added some texture. It was fairly simple, yet elegant nonetheless.

It was already just past 7 pm and time for you to leave, you fight to slip into the small, simple jacket you had picked out, still getting used to finding the wing holes in new garments.

You had looked up the time to travel to this bar earlier, discovering that the map app on your phone showed that flying would take 20 minutes.

Given that wasn’t an option for you, you had selected the next recommended way, a public transportation called the SkyLine which promised to get you to your destination within just under 40 minutes.

The SkyLine was an interesting experience, it was a tram-like shuttle that lowered to the group at each stop and raised above the buildings flying through some sort of heavenly magic between destinations. You felt comfortable to see many others with wings just like yours using this transport, it was the first time seeing newer angels like you since your intro.

You arrive at the final stop, the sky was gradually darkening as the evening progressed, although you’d noticed it never got uncomfortably dark in Heaven.

You spot the fountain that you had briefly seen in the pictures online. It was even more stunning in person, the base was huge, with a massive statue of an angel reaching their hands upwards towards the sky.

In their hands sat a large red ruby stone, it glistened beautifully in the fading light. Water poured from the palms of the hands too, giving the whole scene an ethereal look.

“Hey!”

A voice interrupts your gawking, and you look to the other side of the fountain to see Carson, you’d been so distracted you hadn’t noticed him, he waves you over with a smile. You see that he is standing with two other angels, another man and a woman.

The man looks a similar age to him…or at least, a similar age in body. Did everyone keep their body at the age they died or did they get to choose how their physical appearance manifested after death? Yet another question for another time.

Both Carson and the other man were dressed in suits that erred on the side of smart casual. You couldn’t put your thumb on what, but you just knew from looking at them that the suits were not quite the kind you’d see people wearing in your century. Which made sense given Carson’s origination from the 19th century.

The woman looked a touch older in the face, perhaps in her late 30s, and she was dressed much differently. She wore a long ankle-length beige and white dress, with puffy elbow-length sleeves and a corset cinching in her waist. Her dark brown hair was curly and beautifully voluminous.

“Hello sugar, glad to see you came along”

Carson greets you with a warm smile, he stretches out a hand behind your back, welcoming you into the group.

“This is the little lady I told you two about”

He says to the other angels with him, who both give welcoming smiles.

“This here is Travis, we hung in the same circles when we were alive, we were partners in crime eh?” He introduces the other man.

Travis grins at that.

“Indeed we were, lovely to meet you”

The man gracefully takes your hand in his and presses a delicate kiss to your knuckles.

“And this is Anne, mother of the group, ain’t that right darlin’?”

He addresses the woman, who bats his arm away from your lower back playfully.

“Manners Carson” She scolds playfully with a light-hearted laugh. She has a strong British accent, and you idly think how much that makes sense given her attire.

“It’s a pleasure to have you here, hope you can hold your liquor though, these two drink like fish”

Carson and Travis seem to chuckle in agreement at that.

“Thank you, it’s lovely to meet you both” You smile.

“Right let's head in, got a whole bunch-a friends already inside, they didn’t wanna waste time when there were shots on the horizon”

Carson ushers the group to begin moving towards the entrance. Anne and Travis walk ahead of you two and the man leans over a touch closer to you.

“You look ravishing by the way, sugar” He comments, and it catches you a touch off guard.

“Oh, th-thank you! As do you” You return the compliment, flattered by his words.

Hm, maybe Adam was right - you think to yourself.

Well, fuck him either way, you were open to getting to know Carson, besides it was just a small compliment. AND the first man had no claim on you regardless, as you had made a point of in his office yesterday.

The inside of the bar was astonishing. You weren’t sure if bar or club was the right word, it was a buzzing atmosphere.

Music rumbled through the entire building, the inside was dimly lit with light effects beaming across the vast dance floor and bouncing off bottles that lined the multiple bars dotted around the room.

The pair walking ahead of you seem to immediately spot a rather large gathering of angels huddled around one of the booth seating areas, and they begin waving and hurrying over. Carson however stops and offers a wave and a smile from a distance but stays by your side, he then leans in closer to you once more.

“Shall we grab a drink?” He asks loud enough to be heard over the music, and you’re grateful to see he didn’t just abandon you the moment he saw others he knew. You nod appreciatively and approach the bar with him.

“This one’s on me, sugar. As long as ya let me surprise you with my choice”

You smile and agree with a thanks. Suddenly you feel your phone buzz in your pocket.

As Carson turns his head away, focusing on grabbing the attention of the bar staff, you pull out your phone and check your notifications.

You feel a concoction of dread and annoyance when you see who you had received a message from, but behind those emotions was a slither of excitement that made you question your own sanity.

~ How’s the date going ~

It was a pretty blunt and simple message from Adam. One that you weren’t even sure if you should humour with a response, before you can decide Carson is handing you a drink, prompting you to put your phone away.

“This here is my favourite cocktail” You take the glass appreciatively and he raises his to cheers you.

“To your first week in Heaven!” He says.

“To your 140th year in Heaven” You correct, smiling.

He chuckles and you both take a sip. It’s ironic to say, but it tastes heavenly. It was some sort of fruity cocktail mixture that immediately burns in your stomach in a pleasant way.

Carson seems pleased with your reaction and leads you both over to his group of friends, you’re grateful to have the social support of a glass in your hand.

The group must’ve been over 25 people, many chatting away in their own smaller circles, but the vast majority turn to Carson and greet him with a resounding chorus of cheers and ‘Happy Ascension anniversary’s as you suppose that’s what they called this kind of day.

The man gives you a small reassuring touch at your lower back again before moving into the group to do the rounds and give a proper hello to his friends.

You anxiously stand there clutching your glass with both hands and taking slightly overzealous gulps to quell your nerves.

You feel your phone buzz again, another confusing flurry of annoyance mixed with excitement buzzing at your fingertips as you pull it out to check.

~ leaving me on read? cold af babe ~

You scoff at his self-importance.

~ I told you, it’s not a date. Just meeting new friends at a bar ~

His reply is instant.

~ suurreee, watchya wearing then ~

You can't help the amused smile that crosses your lips. Before you can reply there’s another message.

~ send me a pic ~

You nearly laugh. No way were you doing that.

~ No ~

~ no one says no to me babe ~

~ That’s pretty funny considering I just did ~

You were getting bold, the physical distance between yourself and the first man paired with the low burn in your stomach from the alcohol was making you feel overly confident.

~ careful girlie ~

His warning dulls that confidence just a touch.

From your peripherals you see Carson re-approaching you and so you put your phone away.

“You newer generations and your addictions to those little rectangles” He chuckles light-heartedly.

“Sorry hah, do you not…have one then?” You ask softly, not wanting to seem like you were desperate for his phone number or anything, even though that would be nice.

He shakes his head.

“Nah not me, Travis however is a little tech addict, he found it a lot easier to get on with them new age screens and devices and such, as for me though I’m stuck in my ways I’m afraid”

“Nothing wrong with that! Just means we will have to communicate via post, and…I don’t know…smoke signals?”

You joke, and it earns a hearty laugh from the man.

“You’re a funny gal y’know. Hey, maybe I’ll get one, even Anne has a mobile device and she’s a good couple of centuries older than I am! Been nagging me to catch up, the pair of them”

You spend the next hour and a half chatting primarily with the initial trio, however as time goes by, and as drinks are sunk, you gain more confidence and more of the group’s friends join your little circle. You feel your phone buzz in your pocket again but are too busy chatting to look this time.

You enjoy holding conversations with more of Carson’s friends, finding a pattern in how they react to learning what kind of job you had been landed with on your first week in Heaven.

It was a confusing mixture of reassuring and concerning. You were glad that you weren’t wrong for feeling something was strange about the decision, however equally uneasy at the confirmation. But you were having way too much of a good time to worry about work.

Carson and his friends had ensured a very steady flow of drinks your way, and before you realised it, you were definitely feeling quite drunk.

“I need the toilet” You announce unceremoniously at some point after finishing another drink.

“Oh the toilets are just round that corner, deary” Carson directs you. You make your way to the toilet, head feeling like it wants to float up into the clouds.

Once you’ve finished and washed your hands you absentmindedly pull out your phone, you see an unread message from Adam and laugh to yourself, realising you’d forgotten all about him until now

~ what bar did u end up going to anyways? ~

The message read, received about 45 minutes ago.

You weren’t sure answering that question was a good idea, you felt you couldn’t entirely put it past him to show up uninvited.

~ One that has drinks ~

You smile at your own stupid sarcasm. His status flicks to online quickly. Desperate much - you think to yourself with a giggle.

~ ur fucking kidding me, a bar with drinks, never seen such shit in all my years. u little smart ass ~

His teasing words make you grin like an idiot. The sober part of your brain buried somewhere deep under at least five cocktails murmurs that you should put your damn phone down now. But nah. You decide you aren’t listening to her right now.

~ hey, fuk you, you’re a waaaaaay bigger smart ass than me ~

Your message is playful, and you pause for a moment to consider your next message before giggling to yourself and deciding you’re following through.

~ and tbh youre also super annoying, like, has anyone ever told you howw annoying you are? ~

You’re now full-on laughing to yourself, alone in the bathroom.

~ ur totally drunk lol ~

~ and how would you know ~

~ u wouldn’t be talking back to me like that if you weren’t wasted af ~

~ it’s not talking back its stating facts actually ~

You’re rather happy with your retort.

~ if I was there with u id have u on ur knees with ur mouth too full to give me that sass. theres a fact for u ~

Your thumb freezes, hovering above the keypad poised for a witty response. But the message had completely stopped you in your tracks as an embarrassing wave of arousal shot straight between your legs at his words…It was just the alcohol making you feel this way, right?

~ how bout this, u send me a nice lil pic and I won’t bring this up on Monday morning, hmm? ~

You blanch at that, not considering until now through your alcohol-clouded haze that your taunting words could potentially haunt you when you’re next forced to see him again.

~…what kind of picture exactly ~

You ask, sceptically.

~ Hey, im not a total creep babe, just wanna see u all dolled up 😉~

You beg to fucking differ on that first statement, given one of your first interactions involved him urging you to get undressed in the middle of your lunch break.

But you didn’t want to dig a deeper hole, and part of you revelled in the idea of showing off how you looked. He had been so intent yesterday on telling you all the ways he’d have you wanting him, maybe you could make him see it might be the other way around.

You cast aside your pride as you intentionally hike up the hem of your dress, just a touch, making sure he was going to get an eyeful of your upper thighs.

You snapped a picture in the floor-length bathroom mirror, flashing a sweet and innocent smile.

The way your dress hugged each and every dip and curve of your body was perfect. The picture you had taken definitely did your figure justice in the tight, black dress.

You sent him the picture and shoved your phone back into your pocket, too nervous to wait around for his reply. You forced yourself back out of the bathroom, intent on distracting yourself from your nerves with the company of friends.

You discover the group you had left in the same spot and rejoin them, instantly finding Travis handing you another drink. These angels were dangerous for your health.

As you listened to the current booze-fuelled ongoing debate around whether it’d be easier to fight one horse-sized duck or 100 duck-sized horses, you felt your phone buzz once again.

You pulled it out tentatively.

~ Good girl, u look hot af. Hot enough that I'll let your sass slide ~

Your knees go entirely weak at his response. Something about earning his praise sent pure shockwaves of excitement through you in a way you could have never predicted.

You quickly put your phone away again, not wanting anyone to see the messages between you and the first man.

A little more time passes sharing laughs and jokes amongst the group before Carson places a hand at your lower back like earlier.

“Hey sugar, I don’t know about you but we were thinking of making a move, you coming?”

You’re glad for his question, because you did in fact feel ready to call it a night. You exit towards the fountain along with Travis and Anne. The outside air is incredibly refreshing as it hits you and you breathe it in deeply.

Carson tells the pair to give him a moment to walk you the short distance (literally across a single walkway) to the SkyLine stop, and they both give you a drunken hug good bye, chattering about how good it was to meet you. You chuckle and return their sentiment, finding it rather hilarious how wasted the pair were. Even if you were a touch unsteady on your own feet.

You walk with Carson over to the stop where the SkyLine was due to arrive any moment.

“Well thanks for joining me t’night darling, I had a great time”

“As did I! It was so nice to meet people, your friends are wonderful…thank you for inviting me” You smile sheepishly.

“Y’sure you’re alright getting home like this? I could always fly you there, y’know”

You blush at the offer.

“That’s kind of you but really, it’s okay thank you”

As the SkyLine is approaching the stop Carson pulls you forward gently and places a single kiss on your cheek which you don’t resist.

You couldn’t help but internally compare the man before you and the man whose messages had been buzzing in your pocket all night, they were like night and day.

One soft, respectful, and clearly taking things slow. The other rough, rude, and unforgivingly forward. How you’d attracted the attention of solar opposites within mere days of being here you weren’t sure.

“Get home safe, sugar”

And with that he steps away and opens his wings, fluttering off into the sky with Travis and Anne bidding you a final wave and following closely behind, although not at all in straight lines which makes you chuckle.

[killjoysmonth]

Here are the prompts for Killjoys Month 2024 this September!

List A

Favourite character(s)

Favourite dynamic(s)

Favourite scene(s) / episode(s) / season

Quotes

Outfits / hairstyles / looks

Colours / scenery / location

Free choice!

List B

"The warrant is all."

Emotions

Memory

"When the nights were long and the days were deep..."

Comedy

Mirrors

Endings / beginnings

Guidelines:

tag #killjoysmonth (and optionally @ this blog) to make sure everyone sees it! If it’s been a day and it doesn’t show up in the tag because Tumblr’s being difficult, just shoot me an ask with the link.

posts welcome any day in September 2024 (and after, too, for overflow)

if you're posting on AO3, you can add to the collection here if you'd like

the prompts are meant to provide structure or inspiration to those who’d like it, but there’s no rules to them! interpret them as broadly as you like, feel free to repeat or mix & match from different lists, do as many or as few as you want, whenever you want throughout the entire month. i'm tagging the posts by prompt for organizational purposes, so you can mention the prompt(s) used in the post/tags, and otherwise i'll just tag 'free choice' :) if i mistagged feel free to let me know!

gifs / art / fic / videos / playlists / edits / analysis / any post type i'm not thinking of right now, all welcome!

there's a list of content warnings that will be tagged on this blog in the 'guidelines' page, feel free to message me if there's anything you'd like to see added!

not compulsory, but very much appreciated if you could add alt text to images, or add an image ID to the post.

this show’s colouring can be all over the place, but if you’re editing please try to make sure you don’t whitewash anyone > some basic advice here

don’t post anything racist / misogynistic / transphobic / etc., but you don’t need me to tell you that.

and of course: have fun! :) <3