#also I've been meaning to write this post for weeks

[destinationtoast]

Hello! I keep hearing that fandom culture has changed, and there are less comments now than there were years ago. Have you noticed this in your analysis? Is the percentage of comments being left today lower than before?

Hey! Thanks for the question -- it prompted me to start collecting data about comments (after procrastinating on it for a while, because I had to write new code to gather comment data). I've also seen other discussions from folks also thinking about how to do this kind of analysis (like in the fandom data projects community) -- hopefully we'll end up with multiple people attacking this from different angles and getting a variety of data about comments!

I'll give a sneak preview that partially addresses your question and contains some good news. If we look at the fraction of AO3 works that get at least one comment (focusing just on one-shots for now), I think things have gotten better over the past decade on AO3*:

In other words, it tentatively looks like more works were getting at least one comment in 2024 than in 2014 (for a variety of time periods). One caveat, though -- if a bunch of works with no comments got deleted in the interim, there will be survivor bias here. I'll try to look into that possibility later. Another caveat: this is based on only like ~100 randomly selected works from each year -- this may all change with more data!

Another interesting tidbit: I still see some of the 2014 works getting comments. In fact, ~30% of works have gotten new comments over 5 years after they were posted, and it looks like ~10% of one-shots posted back in Mar 2014 got a new comment in 10 years later, in 2024.

I'm still doing other analyses; there may be other factors that better match with the discourse around how comment culture has changed. It could be that comment activity peters out faster now than it did back then, for instance. Or the total number of comments left on the popular works is less now than it was back then (though my current methods may not be able to capture that). Edit thanks to quick eagle-eyed readers: it's likely that some of what people are thinking about is ratio of comments to hits -- that is hard to compare in 2014 to 2024, because we don't know which hits came from which years. But I am working on some analyses along those lines. :)

If you have other hypotheses about what's changed in commenting culture, feel free to share! I'll look into what I can.

Some methodology notes:

*I've been tackling this by comparing AO3 one-shots posted in early 2014 to one-shots posted in 2024, and comparing activity in the days/weeks/months immediately after the works were posted. (To start with, I'm only scraping the first page of comments for each work -- meaning the first 20 comment threads -- so there are lots of comments I'm potentially missing for the really popular works. But for many works, this captures all the comments, and I think it may be sufficient for a lot of the analyses I am interested in.)

I'm choosing to focus on 2014 vs. 2024 because 2024 is close to now (but it's been long enough for comments to have settled down a bit), and 2014 was well after AO3 was established (thus it was already a pretty lively time on AO3). I don't want to collect data about every single year because it's too time intensive/too hard on AO3's servers. But if people think that I should be looking at different years, I'm interested in feedback.

Because it's only been ~10 months since March 2024, I am limiting a lot of my analyses to only look at commenting activity the first ~10 months after works were posted in both cases.

[smoothie03]

Analysing the "Plagues Animatic"

Okay, so, it's been almost a week since I've posted the animatic about the Templar Trials and only now I get to write my analysis to the animatic. When imagining and drawing everything I tried to make as many historical easter eggs as possible. But lets start with the beginning.

At the beginning we see that it is morning and King Philipp IV. and a young Francis watch the city from above. Afterwards, the soldiers are wandering through the city.

This is a reference to the 13th October 1307 when the Templars got arrested in the morning hours. This action was planned beforehand as seen afterwards in the animatic:

We get a short flashback of a scene inside the king's castle and someone writing on a piece of paper.

The two people kneeling before king Philipp IV. are Guillaume de Nogaret and Enguerrand de Marigny, two of his ministers who were quite active during the Templar trials. Especially Nogaret was known for creating propaganda for him and he already played a crucial role within the conflicts of France with the papacy (which was also a reason that led to the Templar trials!) Therefore I drew him writing and preparing propaganda. This can also be interpreted as writing the letters that were sent to Philipp's bailiffs and seneschals. They were sent on September 14th 1307 and contained the royal order of arresting all Knights Templar within France which means that this "police operation" was planned thoroughly. Even the date when these letters were created had a meaning to them. It was the day of the  Feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross.

Now we have a scene where the money of the order got confiscated and the knights got arrested. We can see people watching the arrest unfold and whispering to one another. Then, the Knights Templar get sent to prison where they're getting inerrogated which often resulted in the usage of torture methods or the threat of torture.

The whispering of the people is also supposed to be a reference to the rumours about the Knights Templar that were told by people even years before the trials. Ever since the fall of the Holy Land people got more and more dissatisfied with the Templars and all the other knight orders, however, the Templars had the problem that they primarily saw themselves as a military order while the other orders like the Hospitallers and Teutonics also had hospitals to care for and started to focus on their presence in certain places within Europe (Teutonic Knights at the Baltic sea/Old Prussia and the Hospitallers on Rhodos and later on Malta). The Knights Templar didn't do that. (That whole thing sounds like an existential crisis)

Before we had on to the main part of the animatic we see a shot of king Philipp and pope Clement V.

Apart from their conflict because of the Knights Templar and Philipp shitting on the fact that he should've consulted with the pope first before ordering such a police operation (the pope was the Templar's boss and they were under his protection) Philipp had a conflict with the papacy overall, even with Clement's predecessor which is why Clement was under pressure a lot since the papacy lost its "good image". In general there was lots of Othering and preserving a good image within this mess-

The next part of the animatic when Gabriel and Francis start talking, they're looking older.

That's because this whole sequence doesn't happen in 1307 but in 1310 when the Templars had one chance to revolt and tried to save and defend themselves and the order. This is also the reason Gabriel is directly confronting Francis. Their whole fight within the animatic is - apart from their own personal history I'll explain in another post - low key a reference to the Templars' attempt to prove their innocence. (failed)

Francis: "And even now I wished that God had chose another. Serving as your foe on his behalf is the last thing that I wanted."

A direct reference to the Capetian attempt of pontification. (popes of Avignon, power imbalance between the church and the worldly rulers) In the propaganda of Philipp he even stylizes himself to be the angel of god with a sword in his hands to protect Christianity. In this narrative he made himself look like the good guy protecting Christians from the foul, heretic knights/sinners.

Afterwards we see a glimpse of Gabriel with a dark red neck.

This wound is another reference to the torture the knights of the order had to endure.

Gabriel: "This was my home..."

Referring to the district of Paris that belonged to the Templars. Especially after the Fall of Acre, they were there a lot.

Gabriel: "All this pain and devastation, how it tortures me inside. All the innocent who suffer from your stubbornness and pride."

Another reference to the imprisonment of his people and the torture and the pontification of the Capetian Court within that conflict.

Then there is a flashback of a younger Francis where he actually tried to speak with his boss to help Gabriel only to be handed the confessions of the Templars from their time in prison and the list of charges against the Templars (papal bull: faciens misericordiam 1308)

Francis becomes a victim of propagada and the pics in the animatic showcasing some of the charges are: stinginess/wrong approach with the order's wealth, idolatry (yes the sheep demon in the animatic is a reference to Helluva Boss' Belphegor because her design is similar to Baphomet the demon that was associated with the Templars later on), spitting on the cross/denying Christ (portrayed with a broken cross here as a "broken bond" to Christ) and sodomy (homosexuality)

After this we go on with the scenes of Gabriel, Francis and the king and Gabriel realises that Francis was influenced by the king etc. In the end the soldiers bring Gabriel away from Francis and the king.

Reference to the outcome of the Templar defense of 1310. The Templars that were trying to defend themselves were burnt at the stake.

Epilogue: The stake and Gabriel's remains.

Can be interpreted as the outcome of 1310 but I personally like to link it to 1312 (dissolution of the order) /1314 (death of the last grandmaster Jacques de Molay) when the order was officially gone. Since Molay was burnt in the evening I also made Gabriel's death happen in the evening.

Last side note:

I picked backgrounds from Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame not only because they're pretty and fit the scenery, time and place but also because of it's historical narrative. The last grandmaster - and in my hc Gabriel as well - died on the same 'island' (Île de la Cité) on the river Seine where Notre Dame is also located. Molay died at the other end of the island though, pont neuf. The last judgement for the grandmaster was also apparently announced at the square of Notre Dame.

The plagues | Historical Hetalia: Templar Trials

6 months of work, 106+ frames, my hyperfocus made me draw the entire second half in about a month with barely any breaks in between (thank god because I need the motivation kick to get such long projects done)

But I finally did it and I'm proud of me for pulling through 😭❤️

Anyways here we have a Historical Hetalia animatic about the Templar Trials and the conflict between Gabriel and Francis (who fell victim to the king's propaganda).

I might make an analysis post later on.

But I hope you like it 👉🏻👈🏻

[clementineofmine]

Not Looking for Happy (But Found it Anyway)

I've been writing this series of kinda stand-alone happy-fuzzy (or as close to that as my whumpy heart can get lol) Hargreeves-siblings-returning-to-their-timeline-and-figuring-their-shit-out epilogues for my Same Weird Family post S2 series for a while now and just posted the latest on A03 (hooray).

And, since we all live in the worst-timeline and maybe some of you could use a distraction as much as I could, I thought I'd put the latest chapter of Diego and Five eating breakfast up here on tumbles as well. Enjoy, and stay safe out there my friends...

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Diego was making eggs, concentrating on the way the whites bubbled in the cast iron skillet, when he heard soft footsteps approaching the kitchen. He glanced over his shoulder, and was mildly surprised to see that the footsteps belonged to Five. 

“Mornin’,” he greeted Five with a nod. Per tacit agreement, Diego pretended not to notice Five pretending not to notice Diego look him up and down, assessing his healing progress. Five had done a surprisingly adequate job of taking it easy over the last few weeks, and to everyone’s surprise he had even (mostly) tolerated Diego’s self-appointed role of charge nurse. 

Though they didn’t talk about it, Five had been in bad shape when they had arrived home. Diego wondered just how much Five remembered of that time, or ever thought about how close he might have been to not making it home at all. Between the abuse of his powers and the further abuse in Reginald’s dungeon, Five had emerged with the constitution and complaints of an old man, despite his previously healthy-ish teenage body. 

But that didn’t mean they had to talk about it. Just like they didn’t talk about how Diego’s broken nose was healing a little crookedly, or that he would carry an additional facial scar as a permanent reminder of his fight with Reginald. 

But today, things seemed to be looking brighter for both of them. Diego was pleased to see Five was standing squarely, if a bit stiffly, and most of the visible bruising had faded to pale shadows on his face and neck.

His assessment done, Diego returned his attention to the egg pan. Just in time too, as Lila didn't like her yolks runny (a preference that Diego thought bordered on the verge of obscene) but didn't like them hard either. 

Diego was pretty sure that she had made up the last preference just to be petty. Eggs should have a nice jiggle, like your ass in a nice pair of pants she had complained the last time he had overcooked them. 

“So what are you making?” Five asked, his tone a too-forced casual.

“Eggs,” Diego answered noncommittally, continuing to survey the eggs’ progress. He had heard from the others that Five was attempting small talk this week, and didn’t want to cut him off, but also wanted to avoid another reaming out from Lila.

“Hm,” Five said, and Diego could hear the frown in his voice. “Luther said you ate your eggs raw.”

“Luther’s a dumbass,” Diego retorted. 

They fell into silence again. 

He wasn't avoiding talking to Five, Diego kept telling himself as he used the spatula to pry up the eggs. 

“That wasn’t a no,” Five pointed out. “So why are you cooking them?”

Diego felt his lips pull up into a small, tight smile, not quite a grimace, but certainly not an expression that reached his eyes. “These are for Lila,” he explained, carefully maneuvering the perfectly cooked eggs out of the pan and onto a ceramic plate. 

“Oh,” Five said. “I see.”

Silence.

Diego felt a pang of guilt, sighed, then took pity on his brother still awkwardly standing in the doorway and waved him towards the table. “Sit down, Five. I'll make you some too. How do you like yours?”

“Not raw,” Five said dryly. 

As he wiped out the pan, Diego turned to Five and raised an eyebrow. “Come on, man. I already get enough shit from Lila.” 

Diego watched Five avoid his eyes, looking around the kitchen as if the answer would be found on one of the glass cabinets. 

“Over easy?” Five finally said. 

The way it was said, Diego was instantly certain that Five had picked a style at random. He felt a pang of frustration but kept his face carefully neutral. “Over easy,” he confirmed. Then, “You sure?”

As the words left his mouth, Diego remembered that Grace had always made scrambled eggs, so it was more than possible that Five had never been asked how he liked his eggs before. 

The way Five's lips suddenly set and his jaw tightened confirmed to Diego that he was right. 

“Look, it's not a big deal,” Diego backtracked. He turned back towards the stove, and added more butter to the pan. “Over easy it is.” 

A sudden jolt of panic hit Diego as he saw the plate of steaming eggs cooling next to the stove. “Hey, Five, you mind taking these up to Lila first?”

“Oh, uh, sure,” Five said. 

Once Five departed, Diego shook his head to clear his thoughts. He cracked six eggs into the browning butter in the pan. He looked at them, looked back at the package, frowned, then grabbed four more eggs and added them to the pan. 

Five was healing nicely, Diego mused, mentally checking through the list of Five’s injuries. He was on his way back to normal. But Diego also was very well aware that normal for Five Hargreeves wasn't something that he, anyone really, was familiar with. And would normal even be possible for a fifty-eight year old man stuck in a teenager’s body? Diego became again aware of the anxious knot that hadn’t left the pit of his stomach since they had found Five in Reginald’s basement. He knew he was driving Five, himself, hell everyone, nuts with anxiety. 

But he couldn't stop himself. 

Besides, Five had always driven Diego crazy: as a kid due to his overly competitive nature, and now, as an agent of chaos disrupting their lives. 

Five said it himself, he’s the four freakin’ horsemen, Diego recalled. And he was viscerally aware, more than the others, of the death that had followed in Five’s wake. 

Griddys. Patch. Kennedy. Dad (twice). 

How many countless others? 

Diego felt the knot twist in his stomach. He knew it was wrong, but it was hard not to blame Five for the destruction that they had all experienced. The chaos that seemed to follow him like a shadow. 

And Diego did feel a tiny bit justified being angry at Five’s antics. The killing sprees. Lying about the killing sprees. Normal people don’t act like that, Diego told himself. But he knew that didn’t justify blaming Five for everything else. 

Diego sighed and jiggled the eggs in the pan. What a fucked up family we are. But not so deep down Diego knew that he loved his fucked up family, and would hold onto them as long as he could. 

Even Five. 

And so Diego was doing what he could to take care of Five. Even though he knew it made him annoying as shit to himself and everyone else. 

Five came back into the kitchen just as Diego’s ruminations and the eggs were done. Diego shook his head to clear it, then divided the copious pile of eggs onto two plates. 

“Lila said ‘keep trying’, then some disgusting stuff that I’m not going to repeat,” Five smirked. 

Diego growled as he maneuvered the plates of eggs onto the table and went to grab forks. 

Five maneuvered himself into one of the chairs at the table. Interestingly, as he sat, Diego saw him lay a small package on the table. But he didn’t say anything about it, so Diego ignored it for now and simply slid a fork and a plate of eggs over to Five. 

“Goddamn it,” Diego muttered, clattering his own plate down on the table and taking a seat. “I've been making that woman eggs for weeks now and….She can make her own damn eggs next time.” Reaching for the salt and pepper shakers, he saw Five frowning at his plate. 

“Something wrong?” Diego asked, pepper shaker in hand. 

When Five ignored him, he kept talking. “Hey, look, Lila’s a limey idiot. These are good eggs.”

Five still said nothing. Diego continued adding his condiments, then shoveled a perfectly cooked egg into his mouth. They were good eggs. 

Five was still sitting motionless, now staring through the plate of eggs more than at it. 

“Something wrong?” Diego asked again, a new sense of unease limiting his enjoyment of the deliciously runny yolk. 

Five looked up, as if finally noticing Diego. He blinked, then shook his head. “No, I—nevermind.” He looked around the room again, as if seeing it for the first time. “Last time I was in here I, uh, used the stove as a bomb. It was—” he picked up his fork and stabbed at an egg. “—more kinetic than I expected.” 

Diego remembered witnessing the explosion from down the block. At the time, it had certainly been one hell of a distraction, and had given the Umbrellas the perfect cover to sneak into the Academy. “Well, we can’t all be perfect,” he scoffed. “Not even you.” 

Five’s face twisted. 

Immediately, Diego regretted the words. “Sorry,” he mumbled. 

Five’s mouth twitched again, but he said nothing. 

They ate in silence for a minute. “Lila’s wrong,” Five finally proclaimed through the last bite of eggs. 

“Come again?” Diego asked. 

“You do make good eggs.” 

“Uh,” Diego began, trying to hide his surprise. “Thanks,” he mumbled. He couldn't remember the last compliment he had gotten from Five. Hell, he couldn't remember ever getting a compliment from Five. 

Five reached down and slid the small package across the table to “Here. I got, well,” he amended. “I found something for you.”

Diego reached for the package. It was a small object, wrapped in yesterday’s newspaper. He unwrapped it carefully, feeling Five’s eyes watch him the entire time. 

When it was open, Diego placed the object on the table and simply stared at it. Then he looked up and stared at Five quizzically. 

“I thought,” Five began haltingly, “that you’d want to have it. A memento. To remind us that he’s finally gone for good.”

Diego looked down again at Reginald’s monocle. It somehow seemed to be staring back at him, which was creepy, so Diego palmed it, squeezing his hand around the glass and metal. It was cold, colder than Diego would have expected. “Where did you find this?” he demanded. 

Five shrugged and looked embarrassed. “There’s a secret compartment under dads liquor shelf. I saw it in the, uh, Sparrow Timeline. Thought it might be here, too.” 

“I…” Diego picked up the monocle and dangled it from his fingers, frowning at it. “Five, I threw this monocle into the river after Dad died.”

Five blinked, looked uncomfortable for a moment, then shrugged it off. “Reginald probably had a spare.” 

Diego twisted the monocle between his fingers and considered the idea. 

“Either that or we’re in a different timeline.”

At those words, Diego looked up sharply.

“I’m kidding, Diego,” Five said with a hint of a smile. Then, the smile transformed into a concentrated frown. “Well, maybe…the temporal math…hmm, it's not impossible…”

As Five rambled, Diego inspected the monocle. It was still cold, and he thought it was very odd that it hadn’t picked up any body heat from his hand. In fact, Diego realized that he now felt a chill in his fingers, as if something was draining the heat out of them.

On a whim, he put the monocle up to his eye and looked through it.

Immediately the world shifted and Diego’s stomach lurched. He squinted through the glass and panned around the room, frowning at seeing what had just been formerly functional kitchen appliances replaced by broken equipment and debris.

But when he looked up from the monocle, the image was gone.

He turned to Five, intending to interrupt his incoherent monologue to point out what he just saw. Yet the words died on his lips when Diego caught a glimpse of Five through the monocle’s glass. 

Where Five was sitting, Diego saw an old man with weathered cheeks and a scraggly beard. Diego blinked, and the image shifted to that of another stranger, another old man, this one impeccably dressed in a vintage suit. A pistol was expertly laid out on the table in front of him. 

Diego blinked again, and other versions of Five appeared through the monocle:

Five as a young adult, wearing a ripped and ratty version of Dad's hunting outfit, Diego’s own knife harness strapped to his gaunt frame. 

Five, still young and skinny, in a dirtier version of the Academy uniform. 

Then, the scene changed slightly and the uniform was clean, but blood spattered. 

The perspective warped dizzyingly, and suddenly this version of Five stood over Diego clutching an axe, his face contorted into a feral grin. Diego’s felt his heart palpitate as he looked up into Five’s eyes, glinting with madness, staring straight down into his own. 

Diego blinked rapidly, and the monocle responded with more visions. 

Five in suits and rags, his hands clutching weapons, briefcases, or unidentifiable objects. 

Five in a Sparrow Academy uniform, a black eye and a bloody lip complementing the ensemble.

At one point Diego could swear he saw a woman's face, with blond hair and a kind smile. But he blinked again, and the vision was gone.

Diego wasn't sure how long he was captured by the spell of the monocle, blinking through what seemed like an almost infinite number of portraits of Five.

“Diego? Diego?”

Suddenly Diego saw a familiar version of Five: Five as a child again, a young child who wore a frown too old for his face, his eyes pleading with Diego. 

With effort, Diego ripped the monocle away from his eye. For a moment, the world swam, then snapped back into focus.

“Diego?” Five said again, his voice tinged with impatience. “Are you okay?”

Diego stuffed the monocle into his pocket. “Uh, yeah,” he said. “I'm fine. Thanks for the present.” 

Five worked his jaw like he was going to say something, but Diego decided to quickly change the subject. “So, do you want to train sometime?”

The non-sequitur caught Five off guard and he raised an eyebrow. 

“I mean, you’re almost healed,” Diego explained. “And I don't know what you did at the Commission…and I know you’re probably not at your peak, but…” he trailed off. “Look if I were you I'd be itching to get back in the gym,” Diego admitted. “And I started boxing again so…”

“Diego, are you asking me to fight you?” Five asked, the corner of his mouth twitching. 

Diego rolled his eyes. “I mean you don't have to spar with me or anything. Luther used to, but it's fine there's plenty of people at the gym. For someone of your age—”

The words dried up in Diego’s mouth as his memory superimposed the older versions of Five in his vision. Diego instinctively felt the monocle in his pocket. He could feel the coolness even through the cloth. “There's older…I mean younger…” Diego threw up his hands in frustration. “Fuck, I don't know how damn old you're supposed to be, Five!”

Five’s raised eyebrow went even higher, and the corner of his mouth twisted into wry amusement. He seemed to be relishing Diego's discomfort. He held the beat for a moment, then turned serious. “Sparring with you would be fine, Diego. I think….I think I'd enjoy that,” Five admitted. 

Before Diego could say anything, he continued. “I mean, as long as you don't mind your friends watching you get your ass handed to you by someone who looks like…” Five trailed off and gestured to his body. 

“Oh, I don't mind,” Diego said, leaning over the table and looking Five in the eye. He flashed him a ruthless smile. “Because, you see, that is never going to happen.”

Five stared back at him. For a moment, Diego could have sworn he saw that glint of madness flash in his eyes, and his adrenaline spiked.

But just as quickly the moment was gone, and only his brother remained. Five flashed Diego a wide, sardonic smile. “Challenge accepted.”

[whinlatter]

Hello 👋

I've been re-reading the last 4 chapters of Beasts (as a Xmas treat I guess 🤭) and here's some details I've picked and loved :

- Cho entering Sirius' room at Grimmauld to get a change of clothes from Ginny and stepping into Harry and Ginny's intimacy - I'm picturing clothes on the floor and those eggcups on the mantelpiece

- Neville sending his friend some bulbs to plant in Hagrid's garden 🥹🤧🤧🤧

- Ron helping Mrs Granger unpacking and keeping an eye on her, whithout telling anyone he's doing so, just because he's a generous and caring man 🙏- those little labels he put on the photo !

I hope you still have some time to write and I can't wait to read more from you. You've got a very special gift, making us dive into the world you've created with such complex and endearing characters.

Do you have any future plan for Ginny and her inquiry?

Cheers ✨

mate! i really hope you are well and 2025 is being good to you, even in the dark global days... i am obsessed with you re-reading and pulling these out, pleased as punch about it (these are all the little moments and details that are most fun to add into chapters - plot, blegh, eggcups, slay - so makes my day to have them noticed. your kind words mean the world, honestly, as do the very very kind words other people have left the old inbox in the past few weeks, all of which are very much appreciated.

please be assured i have many plans for ginny and her inquiry. i'm in a weird position rn where i'm writing more than ever (o lawd she writin), churning out stuff i think is some of my best shit (fr) and thinking about beasts constantly as i try to rework these next few chapters about ginny's war (am having to write chunks of them together for complicated reasons - mostly to keep track of plot threads, but also because the next chapters are all in the past, so it requires me to write with the canon narrative/timeline, which takes ages if you are as forgetful as me and have to keep going and checking canon/calendars constantly). i am very aware that i am quiet on socials/not posting chapters yet and causing annoyance and frustration, which i feel very badly about. it will always be weird to have people ask if you have abandoned a fic you work on a little bit every day (life would be easier if the ideas for the fic would leave me alone, believe me). candidly, i have found guilt for taking more time with writing to be a real demotivator: equally i have tried not to be on tumblr too much (as people tend to get mad when i am posting on tumblr but not posting chapters), but then feeling less connected to the source material when i'm not having regularly engagement with fandom. so am trying to remember this is my hobby too and it's supposed to be fun and a source of joy, because that approach is a much deeper font of motivation and inspiration than guilt (who knew). the main thing is no-one need worry about official hiatus or abandonment - i am just taking my time and enjoying doing so, especially as i turn a corner and feel i'm writing my way out of a sticky patch. and unusually for me, i think i will be proud of the stuff i put out when i do put it out, and hope people will get a lot out of it when i do. loads of love!

[itzzz-briseisss]

(not really proofread, smut for sure, not my best writing, also let me know if you guys like small writing or normal writing!!)

Only us.

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I'm sitting in Matt's room on his bed. His brothers and him when filming for their daily video once a week. They used to be post more videos but they like it like this. It's calm, they get to do more. Meaning Matt, Nick, and Chris get to spend more time on their personal projects and lives. I decided to pass on this video of being in it. I walk out of Matt's room going to the kitchen seeing the disaster they had left. "I mean this is their house. But clean up a little" I say softly to myself as I pick up all the snacks, putting them in the cupboards, and looking over at the dishes with a sigh. "Now this wasn't even my job tonight" I mumble as I roll my sleeves up of my cute pink sweater Matt bought for me as a Valentine's Day present last year. After a good 20 minutes of washing dishes, drying them, and putting them in their respected places, I was finally done with THAT chore. I walk to the closet getting out our vacuum, vacuuming the floors and the little carpet in the living room. I fold the blankets that were sprawled all over our off white couch earlier from the day, placing them in the blanket basket. After about an hour and a half of cleaning the down stairs was clean. Me being the nice best friend I was I grab Matt's laundry and put it in the washer, starting it.

The thing between me and Matt was confusing to say the least. Me and him were best friends. We all were. But me and Matt were more then that. Everyone could tell. On the internet, in person, in the house, you name it. We just click. We sleep in the same bed, we cuddle, we're basically a couple. But no, we haven't made it official, and that's okay. We like it that way.

I've been sitting at home waiting, the clock ticking. I'm just watching tv as I hear the garage door opening from down stairs. I smile to myself before cozying up more into the couch with a blanket. Matt, Nick, and Chris stomp up the stairs. Nick goes to his room with an attitude. I'm guessing from filming. "Goodnight Nick" I say softly "Night y/n" Nick says. He climbs up the stairs to his room slamming his door. "Who made him mad" I ask sitting up from the couch, folding the blanket back up, and throwing it back in the basket. "Chris did" Matt sighs. "I'm gonna go to the store" Chris says. "Need anything?" He asked. Matt and I shake our heads. "Nick wanna come?" Chris yells from downstairs. Nick comes down the stairs nodding as they leave the house. Matt smirks at me. "Matt" I say softly as I slowly walk up to him. "I've missed you so much" Matt mumbles into my hair, wrapping his arms around my waist lifting me up with ease. "I've missed you too sugar" I coo softly as I gently kiss his neck. Small whimpers exit his mouth as I suck and nibble on his soft skin. He walks to his room, kicking his door shut and gently placing me on the bed. He climbs on top of me. "Please." He mumbles as he kisses down my neck leaving a trail of fire in his movement. My core heats up as my arousal soaks through my pajama pants. "Fuck" I mumble softly. "Can I?" Matt asks as he gently pulls at the hem of my shirt. "Of course" I nod. He slips my shirt off then his shirt off after. He tattooed arm only making me even wetter. "Matt your so handsome" I mumble against his lips, slowly kissing him. He fiddles with his belt, the clanking noise and our heavy breathing filling the the what was once silent room. His pants pool at his feet, stepping out of them he breaks the kiss. "Can I take these off baby?" He asks gently looking at me. No lust in his eyes. Only love. I nod. "Baby words, Can I?" He gently pushes. "Yes Matt you may" I giggle softly. I lift my hips up, helping him pull my pants off. He practically drools over me as he kisses down my tummy and all over my hips. He laughs softly as he tickles me. "HEY!" I laugh softly as I wiggly underneath him. "I'm sorry I had too" he smirks as he unclips my bra. "gorgeous." He whispers softly as he runs his tongue along my now hardened nipples. "Oh fuck" I moan softly as I arch my back off the bed. "That feel good baby?" Matt mumbles as he trails down to my panties. "Can I take these off?" He asked. "Please" I whimper. He slides them off, the cold air hitting my hot core making me hiss softly. "-need stretch you out before." He mumbles softly. "please" I beg. "you want it baby? Tell me how bad you want it" he taunts softly as he slips his boxers off, his cock springing up and hitting his tummy. "I need it so bad. Please. So bad. Matt please. Please." I beg as I look up at him. "Good girl" he coos softly, pumping his cock in his hand. "You ready?" He asks softly as he rubs the head of his cock on my slick hole, slicking his dick. I nod as he slowly pushes in, his girth stretching me out, making my eyes roll back. "Fuckkkkk your tight. Spread baby. Spread them open for me sweetheart." He coos. I spread my legs open even wider as I moan. He bottoms out leaving me feeling so full and stretched it burns. "Please." I whimper. He starts thrusting into me. "Goodddd girl" he praises, shoving his cock into me. I moan loudly before covering my mouth. "Shhh baby it's only us." He coos. "Fuckkkk" I moan as he slams into me. "Fuck I'm gonna cum" he warns as he starts fucking into me faster. Broken moans and whimpers leave my mouth as the knot in my stomach breaks. My legs shake as I grab onto him breathing heavily as he slams into me one last time, hot silky spurts of cum shoot into me filling me up as he groans loudly. "Fuckkkkk" he collapses on top of me. "God damn" I say softly. "You alright baby?" He ask softly. "Did I go to hard" he asked worriedly. "Not at all" I say running my manicured nails through his soft chocolate curls. "Okay." he says softly.

"Let's get you cleaned up doll." He smiles gently pulling out of me with a wet *pop*. He gently picks me up and takes me to his bathroom, placing me on the toilet. He starts running a towel under warm water to gently clean me up. "Let's get you cozy now" he gently kisses me. He takes me to his room, handing me a pair of panties, sweats, and a tee shirt, helping me change after. "Thank you baby" I say softly as I cuddle into his bed. "Of course darling" he slips into bed with me, pulling me into his arms. "Go to sleep darling you look exhausted" he coos. I hum in response as he rubs my back in a comforting way. "It's only us."

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[baphometsss]

It's so funny reading people try to be condescending on tumblr dot com and failing miserably. 'Sweetie' lol shut up karen. I wanna do a dramatic reading of this post a la Rough and Ready. Complete with air horns every time you use the BIG format

See I can use it too

bitch

Tbh this fic most likely is written by AI. Someone who is supposedly employed full time and is also supposedly married will not have time to write spam levels of text, unless they subsist on thin air, and never sleep. If you read the original post (which I don't think you did), you'd see that OP accused them of either using AI entirely or partly, meaning that it's most likely AI generated and then edited here and there to make it more purple (or rather, shittier)

Read something besides AO3.

I think they did, bro. That's how they know it's AI. Most trashy novels are written by AI these days or are at least stolen from them

The easiest way for these accusations to be put aside is for them to get a beta reader who does more than check for spelling and grammar errors but also helps with flow and characterisation and the like, and then have them vouch for them that it isn't written by AI.

Unfortunately that takes a. effort, which, if they're using AI to generate fic, they're obviously adverse to. B. the existence of a reputable beta reader they most likely don't have and c. The ability to actually understand and implement everything a good beta reader would suggest and finally, d. humility, something severely lacking in fandom

Look, I've been reading fic for almost 20 years now and I also read a lot in my free time. Not so much trashy romance, since it's not my thing, but a lot of different genres, both fiction and non-fiction. I'm well aware that purple prose is a thing both in published fiction and fanfiction. AI is trained on both. It's not hard to spot it, mainly because of the way it is written, and because the rate it's being posted at is unrealistic.

Also your white knighting for luxannaslut is kinda embarrassing I'm ngl. We can, in fact, criticise the way people handle heavy topics, just like we can critique them for anything else. Calling anyone who criticises a user's alleged use of AI (in other words, stealing) a 'jealous little bully!11!!' is also childish. No one on the internet is beyond reproach or criticism and your little ad hominem isn't working. Not least because the fic itself is garbage and my 13yo ass writing SasuNaru in a '~carnal miasma of lust~' wouldn't be jealous of this horseshit.

ETA: They have a second fic called The Garden and the Grave which they started posting at the same time and also has 350k words. So they've actually posted 700k words in 5 weeks. Do with that what you will.

we need to talk about The Silence and The Song

as per my last post, i have received a lot of encouragement to go public with this, and the more disappointed people i have in my dms, the angrier i get. so i will.

the silence and the song is an ancient arlathan au DA fic on ao3 by luxannaslut, and it is partly, if not entirely, written by an ai. i have no wish to be involved in any kind of fandom drama or witch hunting or bullying, but as a writer myself there are few things that piss me off more than watching people steal the work of others because they can't be fucked to write. it's disrespectful to your fellow writers, it's disrespectful to your readers, and it's disrespectful to the authors of the works the ai is stealing from.

ai is a plague that has no business being in creative spaces and you must do better.

the writing pattern

there was something very odd and monotone about the sentence structure of tsats that i couldn't quite place, so i fed chatgpt a prompt along the lines of "two people in a fantasy novel hate each other, but they secretly desire one another, and they kiss", and the screenshots above are the results. the third one is an excerpt from chapter 40 of tsats. the writing pattern is identical and it doesn't seem like the "writer" has even bothered to pretend they wrote it. if you're going to use ai, at least be sneaky about it. you know, paraphrase a little.

nonsense descriptions

"her nimble fingers worked with quiet precision" (ct. 1), "his grip firm but tender" (ct. 33), "her gown pooling around her like embers" (ct. 1).

fingers don't make sound, so what does quiet precision mean? as opposed to what? her joints cracking with every movement? how is a grip firm but tender? what does that mean? since when do embers pool?

the entire fic is littered with these adjectives that contradict each other or just straight up do not make sense, because all an ai does is generate descriptive language with no understanding of what the words it's spitting out actually mean. i could spend hours picking out examples from the seven billion pages worth of text, but i quite frankly have better things to do and would simply challenge you to try getting through a chapter or two without noticing the pattern.

repetition at structure-level

all the scenes in this fic are described in pretty much the same way. they open with purple prose vomit of the surroundings; solas is standing somewhere looking "unreadable as ever"; ellana's fiery golden molten fire copper ember ginger red hair is flowing this and that way; there's some dialogue with whoever is present and it leaves ellana feeling different variations of "something she couldn't name". this is, once again, a blatantly obvious sign of ai. below is the result of me feeding chatgpt the line "write me a scene from a fantasy novel where a woman with red hair is sitting on the ground in a magical garden at night", and side by side with that is the opening scene of the fic. make your own judgement.

repetition at word-level

this one speaks for itself. we fucking get it. her dress is orange, her hair is red, mythal's presence is heavy in the room, solas looks unreadable, compassion is sitting on her head like a crown, solas' ears are betraying him and ellana's move with every thought she thinks. we get it. the issue here is that an ai remembers the info you feed it, but not necessarily the info it shits out. if it's being told to write scene after scene of an elven woman with a gown that looks like fire doing xyz, it's going to do so with no regard for how many times the reader has already been informed of these details.

lastly: the breakneck speed

359,6k words in four weeks by a person who allegedly is employed and married and hasn't pre-written anything? no. any writer will tell you that this simply isn't possible. it absolutely infuriates me to see how much praise this "writer" gets for posting up to three full chapters in a day without anyone calling bullshit. i am pulling out my hair, you guys.

why i'm not going to live and let live this one

perhaps i would be less angry if the fic was some silly bullshit court intrigue Y/A stuff, but this is a text that handles very heavy and triggering topics such as SA, coercion, domestic abuse, and other things of the same vein. to sit back and put your feet up while having a robot write these extremely sensitive and very real human experiences with words it has stolen from texts written by actual persons is fucking heinous. the "writer" should be deeply ashamed of themselves and i'm sick and tired of watching people eat up their bs.

and on that note: the amount of people in my dm's telling me that they feel stupid and naive for not clocking this has infuriated me more than anything else. you're not foolish for this. being fed ai-generated bullshit is not what is supposed to happen on any creative platform and much less a fandom-centred one, so of course no one approaches a fic through that lens. fandom and fic writing is supposed to be about passion and the only person in this situation who needs to do better and change their behaviour is luxannaslut. polluting our creative spaces, wasting the time of your readers, and minimising the effort of actual writers who are working hard to provide content for us all to share and enjoy is vile and so, so lazy. i beg of you: do better.

[hinata6uchiha]

Upcoming HinaxPairing Fanfics

I've been working on a few Hinata x Male Pairing stories (HinaSasu, KakaHina, ShikaHina, etc.) on and off. I wanted to share previews of the stories I’ve been working on. I don’t have a set date for when they’ll be posted, as I’d rather complete each story before posting or at least complete it halfway. That way, I can update daily instead of sporadically...no waiting days (or weeks 😅) between updates.

None of these stories have titles yet, so I’ll list the theme, pairing(s), and how many chapters I’ve completed so far. Progress is being made, but some have more written than others! I won’t give away too many details, but the themes and brief summaries should give you an idea of what to expect.

1. PR Relationship Story

Pairings: SasuHina (main), SasuSaku (minor, some one-sided aspects due to the PR relationship...don’t hate me! 😭 I promise you I'm not a fan of this couple, but I will write it if it's needed as a barrier for SasuHina), GaaHina

Brief Summary: Sasuke is a model who’s been in a relationship with Hinata (his childhood friend) for three years. He’s placed in a PR relationship with Sakura, a rising pop star, which causes a rift between him and Hinata.

Chapters Completed: 4/20

2. Mafia Story

Pairings: KakaHina (initially the main), SasuHina (arranged marriage), ShikaHina (one-sided)

Brief Summary: Hinata has been secretly involved with her father’s bodyguard, Kakashi, for the past year. However, their relationship is put at risk when an arranged marriage with the Uchiha clan is announced to secure an alliance. (This story was initially planned as KakaHina, but it’s shifting toward SasuHina as the main endgame!) Sasuke in this story has a bit of a playboy streak, inspired by his RTN version. Think of his usual stoic self but with a player attitude. 😂

Chapters Completed: 5/25 (give or take)

There’s a one-shot prequel, for anyone interested, which takes place a few years before the main mafia story begins. You can read it here: Snowfall Promises

3. Broken Marriage Story

Pairings: SasuHina (married), KakaHina, SasuSaku

Brief Summary: Sasuke and Hinata were each in relationships, Sasuke with Sakura and Hinata with Naruto, before an arranged marriage contract was found between the Uchiha and Hyuga clans forced them to break things off. Now married to one another with no real love between them, they both engage in emotional cheating: Sasuke with Sakura, and Hinata with Kakashi. Sasuke barely spends any time with Hinata, remaining hung up on Sakura, and typically sees her more often than he does his own wife. Naruto, though hurt by the situation, chooses to keep his distance and focus on his Hokage duties. So he won’t appear much in the story. The main focus is on the dynamics between KakaHina, SasuHina, and SasuSaku. Fair warning: you’re going to *hate* Sasuke for a while. He’s not exactly a good husband here. 😅 I originally planned for this story to end in KakaHina, but I love SasuHina too much (though I’m sure many of you will be rooting for Kakashi for quite some time, even as I'm writing it, I'm rooting for him, haha). Trust me, you really won’t like Sasuke at first. 😬 Also, for those curious, Hinata and Sasuke are in their early twenties, which means there’s that 15-year age gap between Kakashi and Hinata. This will be a recurring theme throughout the story, especially with Mr. Contradicting-and-Jealous Sasuke bringing it up constantly.🤭

Chapters Completed So Far: 10/??? (This might end up being a long story, similar to Glass Tears.)

4. Roommates Story

Pairings: SasuHina, NaruHina, NaruSaku

Summary: Sasuke and Hinata share an apartment, while Hinata is dating Naruto, who hates the fact that his girlfriend is roommates with another man. Sasuke has had feelings for Hinata for a long time (SasuHina are childhood friends). Sasuke keeps his feelings to himself, afraid of ruining their friendship if it isn’t mutual, and aware that she’s committed to someone he doesn’t exactly get along with.

Chapters Completed: This is a one-shot, and I’m already halfway finished with it.

5. Time Travel Story

Pairings: SasuHina, SasuSaku (brief), NaruHina (brief)

Summary: Set during the Blank Period, Sasuke is in a relationship with Sakura, and Naruto is with Hinata. However, their lives are thrown into chaos when a jutsu goes horribly wrong (not from Sasuke, Naruto, Sakura and Hinata), and two teenagers from the future become stuck in their timeline, claiming that Sasuke and Hinata are their parents. This shocking news shakes the couples to their core, creating tension, awkwardness, and plenty of unanswered questions as they try to make sense of what’s happening.

Chapters Completed: 2/??? (This might end up being a short story, though I haven’t decided on the final chapter count yet.)

6. A Rewrite of a ShikaHinaSasu Story

Pairings: ShikaHina, SasuHina, SasuShika (👀), SasuSaku (brief)

Brief Summary: In the original story, Hinata was the new girl at school, and Sasuke was assigned as her tour guide. At the time, Sasuke was already in a relationship with Sakura. Sasuke and Shikamaru couldn’t stand each other, but no one really knew why. It eventually came out that Sasuke and Shikamaru had been in a secret relationship in the past. Sasuke, afraid of being judged or made fun of, didn’t want their relationship to become public and ended up leaving Shikamaru (and somewhat cheating) for Sakura. (This backstory was mentioned in the original, but not shown.) Shikamaru then used Hinata to make Sasuke jealous, a plan Hinata was aware of, though Shikamaru started feeling guilty as time went on. His plan did work, but not how he intended, as Sasuke began to develop feelings for Hinata, and so did Shikamaru, all while Shikamaru still had lingering feelings for Sasuke. It was a chaotic love triangle (or square?) that I’m honestly embarrassed about now. 😅I’m planning to rewrite it to improve the story and smooth out the messy drama while keeping the tension intact. I haven’t decided if the rewrite will end as ShikaHina or ShikaHinaSasu, so stay tuned!

Chapters Completed So Far: None. I haven’t gotten around to starting the rewrite yet.

7. Rekindling a Friendship Story

Pairings: SasuHina, NaruHina (minor, one-sided), SasuSaku (one-sided)

Brief Summary: Similar to how Sasuke and Hinata were portrayed as siblings in my ShikaHina story, Shadows in Bloom, this new story takes a similar approach but removes the sibling dynamic, focusing instead on their past friendship before the Uchiha massacre. For those who haven’t read Shadows in Bloom, Sasuke was friends with Hinata (and her family) before the massacre, and when he returned to the village, they rekindled that bond. This story will be set during the Blank Period with a few changes: Sasuke accepts having his arm repaired, he never leaves the village, and Naruto and Hinata aren’t a couple. Sasuke stays in Konoha and reconnects with Hinata, eventually turning their renewed friendship into something deeper.

Chapters Completed So Far: None (just an outline).

8. Bonding Over Grief Story

Pairing: SasuHina

Brief Summary: Set after the Fourth Great Ninja War, this story explores how Sasuke and Hinata each withdraw from their friends in different ways due to depression. They repeatedly cross paths at Konoha’s Cemetery and begin to form a connection through shared grief. Sasuke wrestles with nightmares of Itachi, guilt over killing him, and the burden of being the last Uchiha, while Hinata mourns Neji’s death. This will be a heavy story touching on themes of loss, mourning, survivor’s guilt, and unhealthy coping mechanisms. Trigger warnings include suicidal ideation, depression, trauma/flashbacks, and more. The narration will alternate solely between Sasuke and Hinata (one chapter from Hinata’s POV, the next from Sasuke’s), which may make for an intense read at times. I did consider including other characters’ perspectives to show how they perceive Sasuke and Hinata’s behavior, but decided to keep the focus on the two of them. Despite the heavier tone, there will be moments of hope as the story progresses. It’s also likely to be a slow burn, as I want to keep their emotional journey as realistic as possible.

Chapters Finished So Far: None (only an outline).

Out of all these stories, the Broken Marriage story and the Bonding Over Grief story, are the only slow burns, but the Broken Marriage story will be longer. I can’t wait to start posting these, but for now, my main focus is completing Glass Tears. Once I’ve finished at least half of the chapters for any of these upcoming stories, I’ll start posting!

Stay tuned! 💖

[woulddieforperrytheplatypus]

How the fuck did Perry's lair come to be? Like OWCA had no freaking idea that the Flynn-Fletchers would be adopting a secret agent until they'd already adopted one, so did they have to somehow build a whole lair and seven million secret entrances while the family was living there? Did they somehow send the family on vacation just to get them out of the house to build the lair? Wouldn't that have raised questions from the neighbors? Or does every house in Danville — and, likewise, every house in every city that OWCA operates from — have a secret agents' lair underneath it? I just have so many questions about the semantics of OWCA like how the actual fuck does this work

[jonathanbiers]

i think in 2023 i am going to stop bumping ppls content who always ignore mine. just a thought

[infinitebread]

reasons why i love taang because this ship is beautiful and won't leave me in peace:

- their differences: the contrast in the way they were both brought up just fascinates me to no end. like she's basically a billionaire heiress and he's a simple nomad with barely anything to his name. toph is blunt and strong willed. aang is gentle and with his head often in the clouds. this dynamic is so *chef's kiss*.

- their similarities: i will literally never shut up about how both their journeys began with them running away from home or how the aforementioned running was born from a powerful desire to be free from the roles they were born into. they both love to travel. they're both child prodigies who mastered their native elements at outstandingly young ages.

- he was her first friend and the first person she told about her seismic vision using earth bending!!!

- that they both had feelings for a water tribe sibling (i mean who could blame them). i could totally see an alternate universe where they bond over heartbreak and first loves. they then both make a pact to help each get over their crushes and to protect each other from further hurt only to fall for each other instead...

- they challenge each other: nobody gets under aang's skin quite like toph. and like we saw during the dinner scene in the 'blind bandit' he can definitely challenge her right back. he was able to discover an unbendable rocklike aspect of himself thanks to her. he could also help her get in touch with her spirituality through meditation and the like. i just feel like they'd have a lot to teach and learn from each other :')

- i feel like earth and air is such an underrated opposite element pairing. there's something so lovely about this combination especially when you take into consideration that many creation stories (as in the creation of the world) across multiple cultures include an earth mother and sky father. there's just something so epic, so mythic about this combination.

- "best friends to lovers" trope. nuff said.

- "childhood best friends to lovers" trope. like the former but even better. especially in scenarios where aang has to leave for avatar training and they reunite years later and have to reconcile who they remember each other as with who they've become.

- the fact that king bhumi foretold their meeting. bhumi would ship them so hard, dont @ me. and he would affectionately embarrass aang in the process, much to toph's amusement.

- the fact that he saw a vision of her in a mystical swamp where you see visions of people you "loved and lost". and how she turned out to be nothing like the demure, giggly vision he saw in the swamp but was still awestruck by her and her power anyway and was determined to meet her almost like he was inexplicably drawn to her.

- the fact that there is a, very convincing, theory that toph is the reincarnation of avatar kuruk's slain lover, ummi. that that's why toph was born blind because her face was stolen in a past life so not all of her features were reincarnated with her and that their spirits found each other again after nearly 1000 years.

- the beifongs reacting to taang: toph's dad canonically believes that aang kidnapped his daughter. it's hilarious on so many levels. he probably thinks aang is some dangerous, bad boy who's influencing his daughter. which just sends me into space tbh. also lao beifong probably always pictured a wealthy suitor marrying his daughter and contributing to his vast fortune. but the man his daughter loves doesn't have a copper piece to his name. "i mean yes he's the avatar sure but his only possessions are the clothes on his back and a literal stick. a stick, poppy!"

- i think poppy would be cold to aang at first but after seeing how hopelessly in love toph and aang are and how much he genuinely cares about her daughter she'd grow to love and accept him wholeheartedly.

- the thematic and elemental symbolism: i mean technically yes, every ship in atla has this at least to some extent, but i once read a taang fic with the phrase, "she keeps him grounded and he gives her wings" and y'all... i haven't been the same ever since. because like, yes! that's it, that's the ship!

i say all this just to say:

i love them. i love this ship.

thanks for coming to my ted talk.

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***NOTE: PLEASE DO NOT USE THIS POST TO HATE OR CRITICIZE ANY CHARACTER OR SHIP (CANON, FANON OR OTHERWISE) I'D REALLY APPRECIATE IT IF THIS POST COULD REMAIN JUST FUN AND SHIPPY AND DISCOURSE FREE. THANK YOU :)***

[ichiigotsukii]

Aido is man of science and logic and was absolutely positive of his views on the existence of the supernatural. But after having Kaede as a business associate for the last handful of years, his resolve on that belief has been shaken a little. He can't say exactly what he thinks is different about the coroner, just that he knows something is different.

Ilya has only met him a few times and thinks Kaede is just about the weirdest person he's ever met. He definitely sees the man's brilliance in his field, but thinks Aido is thinking too seriously about it. Ilya waves it off as the man having more than a few screws loose.

[warmthpdf]

if i don’t write down all my thoughts about surviving this summer sometime soon i think i will explode !

[eijiroukiriot]

i was actually just about to make a post like this before i saw the boy on my sidebar but i just wanted to say welcome into the new year everyone! whether this year brings the end of bnha or not i hope your heart’s able to rest easy and you make some memories that make this year feel like this year. much love everyone and i’ll see you again soon 💞

[cookinguptales]

*writes flirting into this fic like I have ever successfully flirted with another living soul in my entire life*

[ihatebnha]

kirishima + c*ck slapping

Kirishima loves to slap his fat cock against your face, your cheeks wet with your own saliva, one eye covered by the flushed head that’s been leaking precum all night. 

He loves the way you rub your lips over his shaft without actually opening your mouth, his warmth radiating on the apple of your cheeks as you do your best just to breathe him in, one hand on his balls, the other playing with your perfect tits. 

“Good girl,” he’d say, in between breaths, as your lips move further down to suckle where his thigh meets his shaft, “that's my good girl.”

He can’t help himself when he cums, either, your lips finally having met his balls, your face never having looked better than with his cock resting across it as you suck gently on the folded skin. 

He can barely keep himself from groaning when he releases, thick fingers knotted with the hair at the base of your skull as your forehead and bangs get splattered with the mess of him. 

His cheeks flush as you smile up at him from the underside of his dick, so pleased at seeing his expression of pure delight and adoration at your selfless act of love. 

As you wait for him to catch his breath, you kiss his cock again; the base of him, his balls. He reaches out a hand to lovingly smooth his thumb against the mess he made on your forehead, and when does finally move his dick off of your cheeks, he smears the still-leaking tip against your lips one last time, your tongue peeking out to catch any remaining spunk that missed your face the first time.

You really are too good at this.

[albatris]

I'm in the mood to post atdao content but I'm not in the mood to MAKE atdao content do you see my dilemma