#and a lot of other couples and characters but i'm tagging the ones people blacklist and such

[raayllum]

25. a piece of advice for taking care of yourself in fandom spaces

I have two pieces of advice basically that loop back into each other honestly.

Don't ultimately care about what anyone else says or thinks

Not caring about or trying to manage what other people think of you or your thoughts ≠ being rude or disrespectful, that doesn't mean it never happen - tone and frustration are absolutely real and I express the latter occasionally,

Other people are gonna ship things you don't or ship the same thing but in a way you don't like or just have opinions that are coming from a fundamentally different perspective or reading of the text and... none of it really matters. You don't have to conform to popular fandom if it doesn't fit what you think (that's basically been me in every fandom But TDP, so it's quite refreshing, and even then I very much felt like a lil island in the immediate s4 aftermath), you can ship whatever you want and so can anyone else. I think the most important thing with this is being self aware, though... like yeah I could hypothetically get annoyed over characters in TDP being childish, but coming-of-age stories are about kids and maturation, so like. I can vent in the proper tags but it may just mean the show isn't ultimately for me, y'know? Or at least that it's something I gotta learn to live with if I wanna engage with the show in a way that balances the salt and the sweetness

Additionally, one of the side effects I've found of being '''popular''' within TDP fandom is that my opinion will be taken as gospel or made out to be more than what it is, which is just my subjective opinion / interpretations, the same as anyone else's. Obviously I think my opinions are Right / grounded in the text (as do many people about their own opinions, whether they align with mine or not), but that doesn't mean everyone else is wrong, like... it's a children's cartoon show, if you're getting regularly butt hurt about what other people think or if they do or don't agree with you or whether ur ideas are popular or not you're not gonna have a good time, and fandom is a hobby. It's supposed to be a good time

Avoid taking things personally at all costs

In a similar vein to "don't care what anyone else thinks/says" that goes double for what they think or say about you / what you think. For me this means that unless I get 1) name dropped or 2) something that is so specific me it couldn't apply to someone else, I assume it's not about me. "Rayllum shippers / stans are so annoying"? Not about me and even if I am annoying - isn't everyone sometimes? Being annoying isn't a death sentence lol. "I hope the fandom takes this well"? Not about me. "People who defend S4 just can't admit TDP has flaws"? Not about me. "Snake boi Callum content is so dumb" is about a tag categorization I started for Callum's characterization, but has since more than taken on a life on its own... and isn't about me.

And even when it is personal, it says a lot more about what frustrates the OP or what they're trying to potentially wrangle than it does about me. Like someone disagrees with me or thinks I'm dumb, specifically? Okay, I know I've thought that about people on occasion, I try not to post it or make it obvious, but I can't control what you do. There were a couple of ZK bnf I thought were horrendously bad at meta that I knew by name bc they were everywhere, and it just meant forming my own atla communities/tags and/or stepping away from the fandom.

On a similar note, I'm still gonna keep doing my thing and I encourage people to block me and/or blacklist tags I use if they don't wanna see my stuff. I know how annoying it can be in fandom to feel like you still see stuff you don't want to if it's everywhere, which is also why I don't put all my stuff in the main tags either, but I'm not going to Stop Posting unless I... want to, which won't be happening.

I guess this all basically amounts to:

Focus on finding your people in fandom, cause they are out there

If you find yourself being annoyed by the fandom every day, or find yourself feeling like you have to rebut every little thing that annoys you (for ex, people saying they don't like Rayllum doesn't bother me, that's a neutral opinion. Ppl saying they shouldn't be in the show feels like more of a theme misread, however) work on stepping away and letting things go

Cultivate being fucking weird and unabashedly enthusiastic with self awareness. If you love a ship or headcanon or plot point that's fucking out there or clearly not happening, fucking go for it! Make or enjoy all the stuff for it you want. That said, maintaining awareness that the story doesn't need to go there in order to be good, or that there's not a lot of plausible grounding in canon, can be important especially if you want to connect with other fans.

Like CHET is my pet theory that has also been wildly fortunate enough to get a life of its own in the TDP / Rayllum fandom(s). I've been prepared to drop it three times. I think more than ever that's where the story is going in S7, and that there's a lot of continued setup for it / Something Like It, but I could be dead wrong, and I'm sure I will love if not prefer whatever route S7 would take instead. I love it, and I have a certain amount of attachment, but the story doesn't owe it to me, similarly to how I'm not owed in fandom to have people Like what I make or make what I like

Like respect should be given for sure unless I make a routine ass of myself, but again, I've been very fortunate that some stuff has caught on as much as it has because it clicked with other people who were already thinking the same thing, or found xyz idea made a lot of sense. And that's really nice! I think it's those things that help build a community. But in fandom you kind of have to be willing to be an Island first, and then if you get stuck being an island permanently, it may be worth reflecting on why sometimes — whether it's because of aggression, shyness, preference, or no real reason except your people haven't shown up yet

[quietwingsinthesky]

Dear sir, I must use your inbox as a confession booth once again, because you're the only person I've seen express negative feelings about that stupid ass firefighter show, and I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings but… I am so tired of those bland white boys in that stupid firefighter show… I'm happy for the fans that got that character confirmed gay, but it's… it's like the blandness/lack of anything compelling of d/estiel, but somehow more bland, because they're not even in a monster hunting show. I don't even see the love interest(s) to the confirmed gay character, just that guy getting the "2013 pure cinnamon roll" treatment that castiel got. I've tried blacklisting several combinations, but half the posts I see aren't tagged at all 💀

Okay I think that's all, thank you for letting me complain in your inbox <3

IM SO TIRED OF SEEING THOSE BORING FIREFIGHTERS GET THEM OFF MY DASH I DONT CARE ABOUT THEM. good for gay people or whatever but i dont CARE. GET THEM AWAY FROM ME. just because gay representation in boring procedural tv shows is a good sign for the overall climate of queer acceptance doesn’t mean im obligated to like the fuckers. GO AWAY. I ONLY WANT TO TALK ABOUT GAY PEOPLE WHO WANT TO EAT EACH OTHER. ARE THE FIREFIGHTERS HAVING GAY CANNIBALISTIC FANTASIES ABOUT EACH OTHER? NO? THEN I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT!!!!!! EVERY GAY COUPLE ON TV THAT DOESN’T TRY TO MURDER EACH OTHER IS ANOTHER SETBACK FOR GAY RIGHTS.

alsjfkgjskdj but yeah god it is impossible to blacklist that freaking show, ain’t it. annoying as hell. i’ve mostly gotten it off my dash, and i only have like one mutual i think who likes it? and she’s allowed. i forgive her because i know she has good taste in other things. this insanity will pass for her <3

(also the destiel comparison is apt because. you know how people used to talk about the “roaming yaoi fandom” that just latches onto whatever two men are most popular at the time, forces them into the cookie cutter mold of a romantic relationship, and ships them to death? now, i don’t know about the validity of that theory on a wider scale, but it sure does feel like a lot of people who wanted destiel to be that cookie-cutter romantic relationship are happily jumping to the gay firefighters because they’re easier to fit to the mold. and presumably carry less baggage than all the stuff that supernatural does. which is hilariously honest to me about why some people cared about destiel in the first place.)

[quartergoblin]

a couple of people have asked about the why and worldbuilding of the non-human sexual things that i do and thats fuckin great! i love this part of worldbuilding - its so fun! so i thought i might share some resources? It's mostly artists I think are Good at That Part.

i never look at real animal photo references for these things - it feels. wrong and makes me uncomfortable. tho i absolutely do read scientific articles about animal mating habits - which are usually very silly and funny (why are rabbits so violent and dramatic? theyre out here chasing and punching each-other and passing out in the woods). There's no one catch-all for research, I'm usually finding small blogs or websites maintained by vets, breeders, or other professionals. Here's one called RabbitLife that I liked! i don't worry tooo much about picture-perfect accuracy, since this is just a jumping off point.

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Now the fun part! We look at what other artists do!

dick references - the basics! And not-so basics.

human, animal #1, animal #2, animal #3

E621. (e621. (it is a website.))

A porn website with a verrry robust tagging system. It's perfect for finding and filtering extremely specific things (like a species, position, kink, gender, whos giving/receiving, if people are wearing hats, etc.) since it's common for posts to have dozens of tags (which are apparently religiously moderated). Tho the site doesn't hide content that other sites automatically do (ex: cub, feral, etc.), so it might be worth it to familiarize yourself with the blacklist system before swimming in *gestures* all that.

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Specific artists who do interesting things:

Nine (twitter)(sfw bsky)(nsfw bsky)(patreon)

is an awesome artist and reason why i got into any of this at all, probably. They're amazing at worldbuilding and speculative biology and get really really weird with it, especially when it comes to more unusual animals or aliens. It's fun!

obviously i cant show the explicit stuff here so source... trust me bro (peep their socials) its very cool and interesting. I think about their mermaid development stuff from years ago all the time.

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taylor titmouse (twitter) (bsky) (patreon) (itch.io)

Phenomenal erotic author and illustrator. He leans towards fantasy and humanoid characters most of the time and sometimes does worldbuilding about different races, mating habits, hybrid kids, etc etc. His book "objects of affection" made me want to write again. 👍

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Braeburned! (twitter) (furaffinity) (patreon) (their website)

When I tell you it was so hard to find tumblr-acceptable photos. Right. So, mostly illustrations, a few comics, even a lliiitle bit of fanart - they draw anthro animals. Furries if you will. I'm pretty sure I started drawing yuichi with a pouch specifically because they said "but in a humanoid animal society with internal peens, they could still go bottomless." and then drew those pouches (and subsequently public sex) about it a whole lot. Very inspiring, honestly.

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Jasper (bsky)(robber robbert, 18+ comic)

Frothing a the mouth about R&R it's got everything - cool alien biology, weird dongs, background world-building about a uniquie setting and their background design... I'm losing the thread. I'm lost in the suspiciously colored sauce.... i need to get back to furries... but what is an alien but a space furry.

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anyway cool as fuck porn artists👍

[laylainalaska]

I watched Foundation S1-2 this week and really enjoyed it, for certain values of enjoyed, copying over my write-up from DW, now with corrected character names since I've looked them up rather than spelling them from vague osmosis from the show.

(Blacklist the Foundation tag if you don't want to be spoiled from gifs, as I plan to promptly go seek out the least hinged gifs from this entirely unhinged show and bombard everyone with them.)

This show is a bonkers SF soap opera with gorgeous production values, Lee Pace hamming it up in crop tops, and a series of increasingly off the rails holographic versions of a dead chessmaster mathematician deploying his 9999-step plan to save the galaxy. I've literally seen nothing about this at all in my social circles, to the extent that I didn't even really know about it until the spouse started watching it. I was kind of halfway glancing at the screen now and then, if I happened to be in the room, for the first half of season one (and have only the vaguest idea what happened in the first few episodes, based on later events), then got invested and eventually completely hooked in season two, which also picks up after a 100-year timeskip so the cast has changed a lot anyway. Although between stasis pods, cloning, and holograms, it's mostly the same actors. (We have a running joke that by season 3 the cast will be at least 50% Cleons and Hari Seldons by volume.)

Anyway, so it is good? Hard to say! It's sort of like if Expanse and Game of Thrones had a (somewhat more optimistic) baby, in which the budgets are huge, the planets are beautiful, the spaceships are shiny, and lots of Big Feelings happen. The Evil Empire is run by an endless series of clone emperors played by Lee Pace in Romanesque armor and capes with massive amounts of scenery-chewing and an immortal robot bodyguard he occasionally has sex with. They have All The Clones in storage, so if he gets killed, they'll just transfer his memories and activate another one! Meanwhile the rebellion is being orchestrated as a 4000-step multi-century Xanatos gambit by a guy who started by having himself killed and activating a digital copy. Interestingly though, there is so much going on, and it's taking so much time for his plan to come to fruition, that it never really feels like the two of them directly pitted against each other (at least not that much), it's more like all of the stuff that happens along the way, the planets and the pretty spaceships and the people we meet who struggle and fight and save each other along the way.

I have to say that while I'm occasionally reminded by certain plot points and tropes that this is a series based on books from the 1970s, they did a good enough job with racebending, presumable genderbending, and so forth that it rarely feels like it. (Also, though I only know the books from general osmosis, I'm fairly confident the plot has gone way off-book anyway.) In season two there are no less than four young female characters of color in major plot-defining roles, there's a central gay couple whose loyalty to each other in the face of the Empire is a major plot point, and in general it's just a pretty, pretty show full of pretty people and pretty planets (and occasionally some really dazzling space-operatic SF stuff). It is definitely the most OTT and operatic thing I've watched since probably the MCU, and I'm really enjoying it.

Under the cut, out-of-order and largely out-of-context comments on various things I had a reaction to (mostly season 2 since that's where I got invested).

This show is an emotional roller coaster of the highest order. How many different instances of presumed dead and identity-switching can we pack into a single episode?

CONSTANT MY BELOVED. Season 2 in general gives great female characters, I already loved Salvo (;__;) and I also really enjoyed the ladies from the Cloud Dominion, but Constant!! She's just so funny and fun and so absolutely deadpan about everything from conning randos on some backwater alien planet to kidnapping a guy. I was so glad she lived through all of the half-dozen times she almost certainly should have died.

I was surprisingly upset about formerly-trapped-in-the-Radiant half-crazy Hari's death, "surprisingly" because, well, Hari being Hari, and also, it wasn't like this leaves us entirely without Hari Seldons, there's still Creepy Monolith Hari and who knows how many other copies out there. But that one had been through enough with Gaal and Salvor that he really felt like a different person. He's still a manipulative sack of dicks but I liked him! I was sad, but at least hoping he was backed up somewhere! And then two episodes later the most excellent reveal that he and Gaal faked the whole thing! I thoroughly loved all of that. Gaal hugging him! <333

"Don't trust the planet of the creepy utopian space psychics!" Orion and I were chanting at the screen, while they proceeded to not listen to us and it was, predictably, a bad idea. Seriously, when in all of sci-fi was trusting the creepy psychic utopia a good idea?

I had guessed/hoped that the guy with the whispership (can't remember his name) was going to warp into the plaza and save Constant from execution, but I really wasn't sure, and even with an inkling it was going to happen, that was an AMAZING entrance, A+++, no notes. Especially after Constant gave her speech and everything seemed to be setting her up to be a martyr to the Foundation, I was less and less hopeful she was going to get out of it alive somehow. Excellent rescue, very pleased.

I really enjoyed the entire subplot with the Evil Empire Honorable Space Admiral (can't remember anyone's names here either) and the scene in which he justifies his continued loyalty to the Empire is really a good scene. I mean, it's awful. But you can see his reasoning. He can't overthrow the Empire, if he refuses orders it won't change anything, he and everyone he loves will die, and someone else will be put in his place and follow the orders anyway. But then the whole thing with Constant's rescue points out that it may not be possible to change the entire Evil Empire, but you can make a lot of difference for just one person.

But I still wanted him to make better or at least different choices on the blowing up the planet sequence! I guess it all worked out according to Hari's 9999-step plan (my death is only the beginning! the death of my planet is only the beginning!) but that hurted.

Between Honorable Space Admiral and his fighter pilot husband, I was absolutely *not* expecting the husband to be the one of the two of them that survived. However, Honorable Space Admiral and whispership guy got a dynamite final episode (the fistfight with Cleon! never has a man deserved so much punching! the airlock switch!) and they both got to go out in an excellent death scene.

The entire thing with Terminus getting blown up! And then Deus Ex Monolith! And Constant's dads and Space Admiral's Space Husband are alive after the whole exploding planet fell on them! (I was SO happy Constant's family got reunited, I was so afraid she and Space Dads were going to go down each thinking the other one had died.) I think this episode gave me emotional whiplash.

SALVOR NO. WHAT WAS THAT EVEN. She just randomly died at the end there?? Come onnnnn. We already got like 12 death fake-outs in the last couple of episodes! Why'd that one have to be real?!

If time passes differently in the monolith, does that mean the entire rescued Terminus population are still going to be around after the second 150-year timeskip? I have questions!

Speaking of time passing differently in the monolith, best dialogue: Whispership guy: Whoa, it's dark. How long was I in there, anyway? Constant: Three years. Paulie: More like three hours. Constant: We agreed we weren't going to tell him! I love them. <3333

That sure was A Lot with the Cleons. And now I guess there's an entire Cleon/Cloud Dominion dynasty out there somewhere just waiting to cause trouble.

So yeah, I'm really enjoying my bombastic sci-fi soap opera! Season 3 when pls.

[vole-mon-amour]

I'm not entirely sure how to put it into words but.

Let's say I see RK shippers. They tag them as a ship. Logical so far, right?

Then I see the same shippers reblogging RJ posts explicitly tagged by the creator as a ship. The same way the shippers do it, Roy x Keeley vs Roy x Jamie. Let's say it's a a scene in the show that's been shown to as in a romantic manner (also knows as riding the bikes at night together while romantic lines of the song play in the background, "let's get lost, lost in each others arms" & "let's celebrate the night we found each other"). But that scene is being reblogged as two separate names, not a ship at all.

And it really bugs me. I understand, it's your notp. But if you're running a big blog and people tag you, and you tag TedBecca the same way you do with RK, but then male/same sex ships suddenly turn to brothers or two platonic characters, I'm 🤨

Sure, I have my notps. I won't tag Sam and Jamie or Ted and Roy as romance if the post doesn't contain anything romantic. Most likely, I won't even reblog it and it was blacklisted for me if people post their romantic hc on those characters.

But. I feel like Roy x Jamie have different undertones compared to Sam and Jamie? It has actual canonical base? "You made me question my religion", "i had a poster of you above my bed", "you thought i was the best?", "you talk about him a lot and spend all your time with him", all the heart eyes full of hope and longing. Being called fav couple by Brendan. Roy being called Jamie's "love of his life". Do you see my point? So far I don't see any other platonic buddies getting that kind of attention from anyone in the writing room and actors.

Like, ship what you want. But it really bugs me when canon presents something with romantic undertones, especially same sex relationships (hell, even Keeley x Jack) & you only support a particular het ship and dismiss all the others. Especially if you're running a big fandom blog for the show.

P.S.: Would LOVE for RJK to go canon just to see those people's reaction. They love each one another, deal with it. Tag the damn romance, please. And don't tag romance when it's platonic.

P.P.S.: To be fair, I see the same people dismissing ships like Jamie x Keeley as well. It still has romantic undertones whether you like it or not. It's the way the show presents them! Just tag it properly, would you, please?

UPD:

[crystalkleure]

Finished the skateboard anime.

Oh, this was a mistake. I wish I had not watched this show. Because this is a very very good show and I love it a lot and I want to post about it and draw art and I am absolutely not willing to do that because I just looked in the tags.

The fucking fandom for this show is a fetid nuclear wasteland. Holy fucking shit. I knew there was Drama™ because this is a popular show right now and big fandoms always have a certain % of Loud Assholes, but this was horrifying. I can’t handle that level of extra stress. I don’t want to be anywhere near it.

Please do not talk to me about the skateboard anime. I am going to try really really hard to forget about the skateboard anime so that I do not feel the urge to post about it anymore. I do not want there to be any chance of me seeing any of these people in my inbox. I refuse to publicly engage with this piece of media.

[snowflake-of-destruction]

any fun, or maybe 'deleted scene' from Grass is Greener headcanons or scenes?

Let’s talk about Thanksgiving! Not quite a deleted scene, but probably something I won’t write now that the day is past. I had the idea/desire to write Thanksgiving themed GiG One-shots yesterday...in the middle of Thanksgiving when it was already too late (or seeming like it at least) to actually sit down and write them after cooking/eating/cleaning/lingering family time. 

1) The first one was going to be Roxas and Isa house. They would be hosting a family Thanksgiving, possibly the first year that they had completely taken over to be The Thanksgiving for all family, or maybe they had been The Thanksgiving before but it’s still a big deal that everything be perfect even more than it usually is for already perfectionist Isa and elaborate-planner-because-I-can’t-stand-to-be-bored Roxas. I hadn’t gotten as far as really thinking through whether either or both of Roxas and Ventus’s parents** stopped by, and Isa’s family were going to be staying with them over the holiday weekend, adding to stress, but they were also going to be made up on the spot. Ventus and Xion are definitely there and they bring a dish or two that are a combination of nostalgic and yet absolutely painful to include in the carefully constructed menu, something like sweet potato casserole made with canned yams and mini marshmallows and also some kind of veggie casserole with ritz cracker crust, both in dishes that clash with other servingware--and obviously that way on purpose. 

Axel and Kairi were going to be coming over for dinner. They had just been planning to do something small at Axel’s, just them and Demyx...and then somehow Demyx’s bandmates got invited. Their parents are off on some Counter-Thanksgiving getaway weekend and  Vanitas is (supposedly) flying out to his parents’ and told Kairi he thought it was best if she didn’t come, despite the fact that they are trying to reconcile and Kairi is in her feelings despite being the one that wanted a divorce. Roxas made an insistent invitation. Axel was reluctant but convinced. Isa questioned it even though Roxas framed it as inviting Kairi and Axel as an afterthought, but somehow was convinced idk how. 

So, the basic wants for this one-shot were:

Axel helping Roxas put finishing touches on something in the kitchen and reassure him everything is wonderful, and there just being this small, quiet moment in the middle of the domestic moment where it clicks how deep these feelings have gotten

In fun counter-balance, there would have also been a moment of Axel charming Isa’s parents and getting along so well with them that Isa is impressed and then realizes that it’s not exactly a detached, clinical feeling, which is made worse when one of the parents makes some kind of well-meaning/offhand remark to him in private about how relaxed he seems with Axel or something.

Some kind of heartwarming sibling moments

Roxas walking in on Kairi kissing Xion when the girls volunteered to grab dessert from the kitchen, and just being angry about them trying to ruin dinner/vowing to deal with it later, because he has enough going on with dinner, the parents, his own juggling and conflicted emotions, the suspicion he has about Axel and Isa after seeing them exchange a look at dinner, and he can’t get into their drama right now. . 

2) Big Xehaqus family meal. I didn’t have much planned for this one.Just Xehanort and Eraqus, with their kids. Aqua (and Terra) , Xemnas, and Ansem. Family fluff or drama. 

3) Sora and Riku dinner, which would be a ridiculous feast to feed far more than the number of people present. The real twist here is that Vanitas has not flown to see his parents. In a plot Shaky and I had discussed before and was supposed to unfold in the background at a slower/more natural pace, he is adopted, has known it for awhile, but in a move of trying to work out feelings/issues from his past, he's been trying to find blood relatives to add to his identity in his mind...and so tracked down Sora who is either a half sibling maybe or just a cousin or something. They were emailing and so he was invited for Thanksgiving (the only question here is how Sora wouldn't know the name Vanitas  and immediately already know or suspect he’s Kairi’s Vanitas. I mean, probably he’d only think it was happy fate, HOWEVER I don’t see him A. Not warning Riku, especially knowing that he has been counseling Kairi and Vanitas B. Not inviting Kairi along too in a misguided attempt that thinks it’s better if everyone talked)

THESE WERE JUST PASSING THOUGHTS YESTERDAY, SO, OTHER THAN SOME THINGS LIKE VANITAS AND SORA BEING BLOOD RELATED AND KNOWING IT WILL COME OUT SOMETIME WHEN IT’S MOST LIKELY TO LEAD TO AWKWARDNESS AND MELODRAMA, THE CANON-NESS OF THIS ALL IS DUBIOUS.

[kwanisms]

🎄Tales from Camp Holiday Special 02🎄

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➮ Chan × fem!Reader wc: 8.7k summary: After being put on wine duty for his family's holiday party, Chan heads to his local grocery store to snag the last few bottles where he sees a small group of girl scouts attempting to sell cookies. He is unwavering, refusing to buy into their corporate cookie empire until he sees who is helping run the stand: none other than Y/N. genres/themes/au: angst (but it only lasts for like 2 seconds lol), fluff, smut; holiday themes, scout themes; non idol au, scout au, camp counselor au, holiday au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, alcohol consumption, party setting, meeting parents, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist: @yoonguurt @dreamhannies @wonw00t @aikisbbq @hoshithinker @eneiyri @ninanyctophilia @everyw0nu @enhacolor @hybe02z @wonwoothinker @baldi-2 @1004luvangel @hellolittlequeen @duchesskaren @coupsiekkuma @yoonjin96 @sherituhhh join my taglists: permanent | group | special closes after part 7 goes up! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you.  MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED. 

a/n: hey hehe. I kept the same bondage themes from the original cause I feel like he'd still be very much into that lol I'm going to say about 3 or 4 years have passed since the events of Chan's story and the present time but don't think too much about it lol thank you so much for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: minor dry humping, unprotected sex (just use protection!), minor bondage (f receiving, necktie used as a gag and belt used to bind wrists), impact play (f receiving; spanking and he goes hard), choking (f receiving), spitting, degradation (uses slut, whore, and bitch), hard dom!Chan, sub!Reader, rough sex, and that should be it!

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Chan still didn't know how he of all people got roped into alcohol duty. One minute he was pulling onto his old street, heading for his parents house, the next he was turning around when his mother begged him to run to the closest store and grab a few bottles of wine because his father had mistakenly sent a couple of the bottles meant for their annual holiday party home with some of their friends.

So here he was, the day before Christmas, trying to find a stupid parking place at the local grocery store so he could go in and fight the crowds to buy a couple bottles of wine because his father drunkenly gave away theirs.

He grumbled to himself as he circled the parking lot for what felt like the fifth time, cursing each spot that got stolen by some family or little old lady until he pulled up as another person was leaving.

"Finally!" he whined as the person backed out and pulled away, allowing Chan to steer into the empty space and park the car. "About damn time," he mumbled as he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out, slamming his door a little harder than he intended.

He pat the top of his car, muttering an apology before turning and heading toward the entrance of the store, thanking the cars that stopped to let him cross with a wave.

It had snowed heavily a few days before but there had been enough traffic and crews out to clear the lots and sidewalks of most of the slush and snow banks. Chan hurried past an employee bundled to the max as he sprinkled ice melt on the sidewalk in preparation of the forecasted snow shower later that night.

It would be a white Christmas after all.

Chan followed the lines inside the building and bypassed the carts, opting to grab one of those little red baskets stacked near the doors. He was only grabbing a few bottles, he didn't need an entire cart, he reasoned with himself.

No sooner than he entered the main entrance did he stop in his tracks, eyes falling on the table set up inside the store.

A homemade poster made with poster board, craft foam, and copious amounts of glitter and glue read three words he hadn't seen in years.

Girl Scout Cookies.

It took all his willpower not to turn around and walk right out of the store in favor of finding another store to shop at to avoid the eventual begging and puppy dog eyes of third grade girls asking him to feed into their corporate cookie schemes.

He wasn't having it.

Except that he was.

He really didn't relish the idea of driving even further across town and struggling to find another parking place just so he could walk into another grocery store that probably had another troop of girls set up to sell their wares.

Chan managed to avoid being seen by sneaking past the stand with an elderly couple.

Dodging the scouts meant he could make a beeline for the wine and spirits section of the store and get exactly what he came for. And what luck he had. There were exactly three bottles of the wine his mother had asked him for.

Resisting the urge to do a little happy dance, Chan grabbed all three bottles and made his way towards the self-checkout. He scanned the bottles, showed his ID to the attendant and paid quickly, bagging the bottles of wine and grabbing his receipt.

He was just reveling in his good fortune as he headed for the exit, hoping to slink past the cookie stand when his luck ran out.

The crowded entrance was certainly not on his side. He stood on his tiptoes to see what the hold up was and of course, one of the motorized carts had died, blocking the only exit out of the store.

Chan cursed under his breath, pulling back his coat sleeve to check his watch. The holiday party at his parents wasn't due to start for another hour and forty-five minutes so this little snag wasn't going to make or break him.

As he waited for the way to clear, his eyes wandered to the only other thing by the entrance of the store.

That damn cookie stand.

He took in the small girls making monetary exchanges for overpriced boxes of factory made baked goods.

His eyes were wandering from one of the girls to one of the adults standing behind her, back facing him as she looked through the cardboard boxes. He watched as she turned and his eyes widened in shock as he recognized her.

Or should he say as he recognized you.

When your sister-in-law called a week ago, you expected it to be about the holidays, Christmas at the family's. What you weren't expecting was your niece to be on the other end, begging you to fill in for her mother and help sell girl scout cookies.

It was well known amongst your family that when it came to selling girl scout cookies, you were a professional. You'd manage to outsell all the girls in your troop every year as well as the other troops in the city. You were good at it as a child. A natural born salesperson.

So when you heard that little voice begging you for your help, you couldn't say no. You expected to just take the back seat while the girls did most of the selling but you soon found yourself falling into old habits, helping make the sign when the first one the girls made fell a little flat. You showed them how to enhance the sign by using craft foam letters, glue, sharpies, and an insane amount of glitter.

You drove to your brother’s house, ready to pick up your niece and one of her fellow scouts. Luckily, the girls helped load all the boxes into your car and the large sign which you looked at with a sense of pride and adoration.

The drive to the local grocery store was an easy one and finding a parking space wasn’t too bad since you chose to park towards the back of the lot. The girls were prepared, having packed a wagon in your trunk along with the cookies.

Inside the store was another one of the scouts with her mother who had already set up the table. She smiled warmly as you approached, carrying the few boxes that didn’t fit in the wagon while your niece, Talia, carried the sign and the other girl you picked up, Yuna, pulled the wagon.

It didn’t take long at all to set up the stand, decorating the table with the sign you’d helped Talia make and unpacking some of the individual boxes of cookies.

The first hour went by and you were surprised at how easily people came over and bought cookies. You, of course, worked your magic, creating sales and teaching the girls how to drive a bargain.

As time ticked by and the number of boxes dwindled, you were certain that the girls would sell all of their cookies before the store closed for the evening.

The cardboard boxes had emptied little by little and soon you were down to the last carton of cookies.

“Two boxes of Samoas!” Talia called to you over her shoulder as she made change for the store patron in front of her. You turned, leaning over to reach into the box and pull out the last two purple colored boxes.

“They’re the last two!” You chirped, turning to look at the patron but your eyes fell on someone standing behind them, looking directly at you with a shocked expression.

‘Chan?’

It was indeed him. Lee Chan. The same Lee Chan you’d met, and hooked up with, during summer scout camp all those years ago. The very same that tied your wrists together and fucked you on a picnic blanket in the middle of a forest.

The same Lee Chan that had disappeared without a trace after that summer, leaving you with a gaping hole in your heart.

Here he was, standing before you now and all because some old woman hadn’t bothered to check the battery on the motorized scooter.

“Auntie Y/N?” Talia’s voice snapped you out of your daze.

You tore your gaze away from Chan and looked at your niece who had been waiting for you to hand the boxes to her. ‘Shit.’

You muttered an apology and handed the boxes of cookies to her.

Your eyes wandered back to Chan who was still standing in the same spot as before, looking at you with the same shocked expression.

You silently hoped he would stop staring and just leave but the universe had other plans.

With a sense of determination he hadn’t experienced in a long time, Chan finally unfroze, crossing the short distance to the table with one thing on his mind: you.

“Hello sir!” A small voice said, drawing his attention away from your face as he looked down at the young girl in front of him.

She was smiling up at him eagerly. ‘Oh no.’

“Would you like to buy some cookies?” She asked and Chan felt his heart sink. He’d never purchased scout cookies before, preferring his mother’s homemade cookies.

Before he could answer, the other adult told the girls it was time to pack up. “But we still have boxes to sell!” One of the other girls said, looking up at the adult who spoke, a pout on her face. “But mom!” She retorted, no real argument to her name. The girl’s mother gave her a pointed look.

The girl who had asked Chan if he wanted to buy cookies turned to look up at you, eyes pleading for more time.

Chan watched as you stepped forward, crouching down to the girl’s level. “It’s okay, Talia,” you said in a soft voice. “We’ve sold most of the boxes,” you added, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“You girls did so well,” you continued, offering the girl, Talia, a smile.

Talia smiled back and wrapped her arms around your neck, hugging you tightly. “Thanks Auntie Y/N,” she said in an equally soft voice. Chan watched the exchange and felt an unusual tug at his heart. He knew he was going to regret this and his wallet was going to hurt but he cleared his throat, catching both yours and Talia’s attention.

“How many boxes are left?” He asked quietly, looking from you to your niece and back.

“Six~!” Talia replied quickly. Chan looked from Talia to you, waiting for you to confirm. You nodded slowly and silently, a confused expression on your face as he pulled out his wallet. “I’ll buy the rest,” he said, pulling a few notes out of his wallet and handing them over to Talia.

She let out an excited squeak, thanking him and taking his money to make change.

You stood up straight, still looking at Chan with a confused expression. Talia handed him his change as one of the other girls put the boxes in a cardboard box and set it on the table. “Thank you so much!” The girls said in unison. Chan smiled at them before turning to look back up at your face.

“Thanks?” You offered, clearly still confused by his actions. “Start cleaning up, girls,” the other adult said and the three scrambled to start collecting any trash and cleaning up the space.

“So,” Chan started, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “I didn’t realize you lived in town,” he added. You shook your head. “I don’t,” you answered. “I’m in town for Christmas and I promised my niece I’d help her sell her cookies,” you continued, gesturing at Talia who was currently helping break down boxes and put them in the empty wagon.

Chan nodded, silence falling over the two of you once more.

You swayed awkwardly in place before clearing your throat. “Well, I’d better help them…” you trailed off, gesturing to the girls as they started clearing the table.

Chan felt panic rise in his chest. ‘This might be the last and only time you see her you idiot! Do something!’

He took a step closer, bumping into the table and causing you to turn, eyeing him with wide eyes as he startled you.

“Do you have plans later?” He suddenly asked. Your eyes searched his, flickering between them.

“I’m sorry,” Chan said quickly, shaking his head. “That was stupid of me to ask. I mean,” he said, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips. “Who doesn’t have plans on Christmas Eve?”

You shook your head. You didn’t have plans. The tradition of the cookies and milk left out for Santa as well as what your sister-in-law called “Santa Watch” was theirs, not yours. You were going to go back to your parents’ house and probably curl up with a glass of wine.

“Me apparently,” you answered, a smirk forming on your face as Chan looked up to meet your gaze.

A smile spread across his face. “Wait, really?” He asked, to which you nodded.

“I’m staying with my parents, but we don’t do anything for Christmas Eve,” you answered, watching as Chan’s face lit up. “Do you want to go to a Christmas Eve party with me tonight?” He asked, hoping you’d say yes.

This could be your only chance to see him before you left the city again after the first of the year.

You nodded wordlessly, watching as he reached into his pocket and fished out his phone.

He unlocked and tapped the screen a few times before handing the device to you, which you accepted.

He had opened a new contact on his phone and had your name typed in. You typed your digits in and tapped the save button before handing it back to him. “The party starts at six but I can pick you later,” he said, pocketing his phone. “Sure,” you said with a nod and a smile. “So, let’s say six-thirty?” He asked, smiling widely when you nodded again. “Six-thirty sounds great,” you replied.

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You sat at the breakfast bar in your parents’ kitchen, checking the time on the clock above the range. The tiny black hands told you the time was six fifteen. You had half a mind to cancel but you knew you'd probably never get another chance to spend time with Chan again.

Picking up your phone on the counter, you unlocked the screen and checked your texts with him from earlier.

Chan: send me your location and I’ll come get you You: [location sent] Chan: perfect! See you soon

Letting out a sigh, you locked the screen and set your phone back on the granite countertop, face down and looked over your shoulder to the sliding glass doors leading off the living room onto the snow covered deck in the backyard. It had started snowing again, lightly, as you were getting ready.

You hoped the snow wouldn’t pile up too much. You dreaded the thought of getting snowed in at Chan’s parents home, especially when it was on the opposite side of the city than your parents' home.

You drummed your fingers against the countertop, chin resting in your hand as you waited, trying not to focus on the ticking of the clock.

You wondered if you were overdressed, glancing down at the dress you’d chosen. It was one of your favorites for any holiday themed event but it could work for any other time of the year.

You were drawn out of your thoughts by the vibrating of your phone on the stone countertops.

You snatched the device up quickly to see a couple texts from Chan.

Chan: I think I’m here? Chan: yeah. I’m here. I see your car lol

You got up, ignoring the scraping of the barstool legs on the wood floor and grabbed the small clutch bag you’d chosen for the evening, a smaller black velvet rectangular clutch with gold metal detailing and a dainty gold chain strap.

Inside you had a tube of lip gloss, your lipstick, a small compact mirror, and your wallet. You slipped your phone into the space and moved to grab your coat from the closet by the front door.

As you pulled it on and buttoned the front, the doorbell rang and you rushed to answer it.

On the other side of the door stood Chan. He smiled as you came into view, his eyes sweeping over you quickly. You allowed yourself to take in what he was wearing and knew you’d made the right choice.

He was wearing a pair of fitted black dress pants with a black corduroy thick jacket. Under the jacket, he wore a light khaki sweatshirt with a black trim neckline over a white collared shirt, the top of a black tie barely visible.

His shoes were a simple pair of oxfords in the same blue as your dress.

You pointed down at his shoes, a smile on your face. “Oh look!” You said before pulling back your coat just a bit to flash him the material of your dress.

“We match!” You said with a laugh, causing him to chuckle. “So we do,” he said as you stepped out of the door onto the front porch.

The frigid winter air hit your legs and made you shudder as you pulled the front door shut, making sure it was locked behind you before turning to Chan.

“Holy fuck it’s cold,” you hissed as he laughed, leading you down the steps, holding out his hand for you to steady yourself.

“Thanks,” you murmured as you drew level with him on the sidewalk leading to the driveway. You followed him to his car, a black mid sized sedan with tinted windows.

You felt your cheeks burn as he opened the passenger door for you.

Thanking him, you climbed into the surprisingly warm car that you realized was still running. He must have left it running to keep the interior warm.

Chan jogged around the front of the car and got in the driver’s seat, buckling his seatbelt before looking up at you with a smile. “You ready?” He asked, putting the gear in reverse. You nodded wordlessly, turning to look out the window as he backed out of your parents’ driveway.

‘As ready as I think I can be.’

Pulling up to the house, Chan cut the engine and turned to you. "If they start asking questions, I'll jump in and explain," he said, giving you a warm smile. You thanked him and moved to unbuckle your seatbelt.

Chan was quick, moving around to your side of the car and opening your door for you. "Wow, what a gentleman," you said, a hint of amusement to your voice as the tips of his ears turned red.

"Oh shut up," he scoffed but the smile on his lips was unmistakable.

You glanced up at the house before you and felt your stomach sink just a little.

You had suspected Chan came from money from your summer spent together but just how much money his family had always seemed to elude you until you were standing on the doorstep of his family home, feeling completely out of your comfort zone.

You felt Chan's hand grab yours gently and looked down at your hands before looking back up at him. "Nervous?" he asked, eyes searching yours.

Not wanting him to know just how nervous you actually were, you flashed him a smile. "A little," you said with a small shrug.

'Liar.'

Chan gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before his free hand landed on the doorknob and pushed the level down.

He leaned into the wood, pushing the heavy door open and stepping up into the house. You allowed him to lead you inside, pulling you along gently by the hand.

Inside the house was simply stunning.

It was clear this house had been standing for some time. It was old but extremely well preserved.

The foyer was grander than any house you'd been inside recently. The high ceiling paired with the massive crystal chandelier gave the room a very regal and elegant look.

The floors were white carrara marble. The small polished black diamond shaped tiles in between the squares of marble made the ornate black wood paneling stand out even more.

You quickly unbuttoned your coat and shrugged it off, allowing Chan to take it and hang it up with his.

Chan closed the sliding door to the den after hanging your coat up with his in the darkened room his parents designated as the coat room.

Upon returning to you, he allowed his eyes to wander, taking in the dress you’d chosen to wear.

It was a fitted bodycon dress made of a dark blue velvet with corset bone striping down the bodice and a ruched tulip hem skirt that ended just above your knees.

The straps were thin with gold chain detailing.

He could hardly take his eyes off you and the way the dress fitted your body and hugged it so well.

He placed his hand on the small of your back, reluctantly tearing his gaze away to lead you through the crowded house in search of refreshments and hopefully some wine or champagne.

The kitchen was just as gorgeous as the foyer, the same black wood paneling stopped to make way for a much more modern looking kitchen with black wood flooring, white cabinets and counters with black subway tile walls. You were surprised by the sudden change in architecture and style but it was still amazing.

The counters were covered in any sort of snack, appetizer, or hors d’oeuvre imaginable. In the middle of the kitchen stood a massive kitchen island where plates, bowls, ramekins, cutlery, napkins, and cups were stocked.

The breakfast nook had been emptied of any furniture and instead a bar had been installed where two bartenders stood, mixing drinks.

You glanced at Chan, an eyebrow raised. “A full bar?” You questioned, chuckling as he shrugged his shoulders. “My parents don’t play around when it comes to parties,” he answered, leading you to the kitchen island.

After grabbing plates, napkins and cutlery, you followed Chan through the line, inspecting the spread and grabbing a few things you knew you were going to love as well as a few things you’d always wanted to try.

After filling your plates, Chan led you to the bar and the two of you ordered drinks before you followed him to an empty space and sat on one of many seats placed around each room.

“This is crazy impressive,” you said, grabbing a small cracker appetizer with some sort of cream cheese mixture on it and popping it into your mouth.

Chan snorted in response. “These parties just keep getting bigger and bigger,” he admitted, looking up as a couple passed in front of where you two were currently sitting. “My parents probably invited half the town,” he added.

You giggled before taking a sip of your drink.

You opened your mouth to respond but you were cut off by the sound of someone calling Chan’s name. He grimaced at you before mouthing an “I’m sorry.”

You watched as he got to his feet and smiled as an older woman, most likely his mother, approached and pulled him into a hug. You stood up, awkwardly brushing your dress to make sure you looked presentable.

The woman pulled back, smiling at Chan and you could tell instantly it was indeed his mother.

Her eyes fell on you and widened quickly.

“Who is this?” She asked, looking from Chan to you and back.

Chan took your hand and pulled you closer.

“This is Y/N,” he answered, turning to look at the woman. “She’s my date, mom,” he added, confirming your suspicions that this was his mother.

Her shocked expression upon seeing you morphed into a warm smile as she let go of Chan and immediately wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a hug.

“It’s so lovely to meet you!” She said in your ear, hugging you tightly.

A man, no doubt Chan’s dad, stepped forward to peel her off you and hold her firmly. He offered a kind smile as well, introducing himself as Chan’s father, as you suspected.

The conversation shifted as Chan’s parents started grilling the both of you about how you met, when you started dating, and more questions you’d expected. Chan took it like a champ, answering everything so you could nurse your drink and empty your plate.

One your plates were empty, Chan’s mother took you by the arm firmly but gently, and proceeded to lead you through the house, introducing you to various guests as well as showing you around the house.

You were on the second round passing through the main living area and greeting people when Chan finally appeared by your side, handing you another drink and leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“You want to step away? Get some air?”

You took the crystal glass he handed you with some amber liquid and nodded, looking at him with pleading eyes. Chan smiled and leaned in to his mother, whispering something in her ear. She nodded and smiled at you, patting your arm and turned to engage with her guests while Chan took your hand and led you through the crowded room to a staircase and up into the darkened hallway.

You let him lead you past closed doors until he reached the end of the hall and opened the door, pulling you into the dark room.

He moved through the darkness and flipped on a small table lamp, illuminating the room in a dim light.

Peering around the room, which turned out to be a bedroom, you noticed various trophies for sports and academics. You stepped closer to a bookshelf next to the door and looked at all the various encyclopedias and fictional stories, reading off the names softly.

You were inspecting a series of personal academic awards when you remembered you weren't alone in the room and turned to find Chan was watching you look around what was no doubt his old room. You smiled sheepishly, mumbling an apology before turning away from the shelf and taking a sip of your drink.

You weren't the biggest fan of whiskey but this stuff wasn't bad.

"So…" you trailed off, not knowing where the conversation should go, if you should even talk, or what else could possibly happen.

"Your room?" you asked, nodding at the trophies. Chan chuckled lightly. "Yeah," he answered, suddenly feeling very nervous and self conscious. "My childhood room," he added, taking a sip of his own drink. You moved slowly, walking over to the opposite side of the room, the side he stood by.

There were lots of drawings and a bulletin board full of postcards, notes and other scraps of paper hanging above an old wooden desk. The desk itself was neat and tidy, no doubt having been cleared of whatever sat upon it when Chan moved out.

You heard shuffling against the carpet and felt the heat of Chan's body behind you as he set his now empty glass on the wood of the desk in front of you. You wondered when he finished that because it looked much fuller a moment ago.

You felt one of his hands move to your hip, not moving either up or down, just resting in one place, while the tips of his fingers skimmed down your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake and sending shivers up your spine.

"Why did you bring me here?" you whispered, eyes fluttering shut as you felt his breath on your neck.

"I thought you could use some space from the people downstairs," he whispered back. You forced your eyes open and turned to face him, his hands shifting to your waist as his eyes studied yours.

"No," you replied. "Why did you bring me here, to your parents' party? Why did you invite me after years of not seeing or speaking to each other?"

Chan's expression changed as you spoke, going from confusion to understanding in a split second. One of his hands moved, cupping your cheek tenderly. "Because I thought if I didn't ask you, I might not get a chance to see you again," he answered after carefully considering his words.

Your eyes danced back and forth, looking into his as his thumb gently caressed your cheekbone. "Why did you disappear that summer?" you finally asked. It was the question you'd wanted to ask since you first laid eyes on him in the store.

The expression on Chan's morphed quickly, confusion, concern, understanding, and finally regret passing over his features in quick succession. He let out a heavy sigh before taking your drink out of your hand and setting it on the desk, taking your other hand and leading you over to sit on his old bed.

He sat beside you, turned slightly so he could face you properly.

"I'm sorry," he started. "I am so sorry. I never intended to just vanish," he continued. You sat motionless, listening as he started to apologize and explain.

"I had every intention of continuing things that summer. I didn't want things to end between us. I wanted to get your number, your Instagram, anything so I could contact you but there was a family emergency," he said, taking both your hands in his.

"My brother was in an accident. A really bad one," Chan said, trying to keep his voice even but you could hear how the memory seemed to affect him as he spoke.

"My parents didn't even give me a heads up. They sent a car to come get me. I didn't even have time to leave a message for you. I had time to pack my stuff and then we were gone."

You looked up at his face and watched as his expression of torment morphed into one of shock. "Oh, Y/N," he said softly, hands moving to gently take your face. It was then you realized you had started crying. You apologized, trying to carefully wipe the tears away.

"I'm sorry," you said, chuckling awkwardly. "I don't know why I'm crying," you mumbled.

"It's not like you were my boyfriend."

Hearing the sadness in your voice as you said those words felt like a stab to Chan's heart. Sure, he wasn't your boyfriend. But that didn't mean he didn't want to be.

"I guess I just felt like I'd done something wrong," you continued. "One day you were there and everything seemed to be fine and the next, you were gone. No note, no calls, nothing. I thought you had grown tired of us. Grown tired of me-"

Chan took your chin in his hand, forcing you to look up at him.

You didn't have the chance to say anything else before his lips crashed against yours. The kiss was rushed and over much too quick for your liking. Chan pulled back to gaze into your eyes.

"I would never intentionally do that to you, Y/N. I cannot tell you how sorry I am. I didn't want things to end that way and I certainly did not want you to feel like I didn't want you. I tried to find you, to find a way to contact you after I got home but I couldn't find you anywhere," he responded softly, thumb moving to brush over your bottom lip gently.

"To me, you were gone, too."

The way he looked at you had your heart aching. It had been mutual then. The pining, the regret, everything.

He'd wanted more, just as you had back then and even now. You couldn't deny that what you felt then and now were feelings of more than just sexual or physical attraction.

Each time you spent together that summer was more than just sex. The two of you had talked about your hopes and dreams, poured your hearts and souls out to one another.

And hearing those words from Chan now were confirmation that he was feeling the same way you were.

"Well I'm here now," you said softly, causing Chan to look up at you. "I'm right here in front of you now, Chan."

Hearing his name tumble from your lips ignited something deep inside him. His lips were on yours in an instant, hands moving to your hips as he pulled you forward and onto his lap.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you straddled him, lips moving against his before parting, allowing his tongue to meet yours for the first time in years.

It was as if nothing had changed.

Chan groaned into your mouth, his hands grabbing your ass firmly as he pulled your hips against his. "Fuck, I missed you," he groaned, his hips bucking up into you, his growing erection pressing into your core. You let out a moan, hands moving to his chest to push him back against the sheets of his old bed.

You rolled your hips, grinding against him and watching the way his eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. "You always knew how to ride me," you heard him mutter. Feeling a little bolder than before, you let out a chuckle at his words.

"You look so cute like this," you said softly, slowing your movements just enough to tease him, and yourself, but not give him the pressure and friction he wanted.

"Don't tease me, Y/N," he moaned. "You remember what happened the last time you decided to act like a brat?"

You shook your head, putting on an innocent facade.

"No. I don't," you answered before a smirk appeared on your face.

"Maybe you should remind me."

Your words had Chan flipping you onto your back on his bed and hovering over you in seconds. He rolled his hips against you, rocking his hard cock into your lace-covered sex, the feeling sending a wave of pleasure through your body.

You let out a whine, your back arching off the bed as he continued rutting against you, causing your panties to stick to you, your arousal seeping through the fabric.

"God look at you," he breathed, watching the way your face contorted in pleasure with each roll of his hips.

"I haven't even touched you properly and you're acting like such a needy slut," he added. You moaned again at the use of the term, thighs clenching around his waist, trying to draw him closer.

"You're so eager for my cock, baby?" he asked, leaning down to kiss you hungrily and not give you the chance to answer him.

"Yes," you finally managed to gasp out when he pulled back.

"Of course you are," he responded, one of his hands sliding up your side to cup your breast through your dress.

"You knew exactly what you were doing when you wore this dress. Parading around like a bitch in heat, showing off your body like a little whore," he growled, hips rutting harder against you.

"Fuck, did you wear this so everyone would see what a slut you are?" he asked, hand on your chest squeezing again. You shook your head quickly. "No! I only wore this for you," you moaned, not noticing the way Chan's face lit up at your admission.

"So you're my little slut?" he asked, slowing his movements as you nodded in response.

"Only yours," you breathed, chest heaving.

Chan pulled back, making you whine until you felt his hands grab your hips and roll you over. He pushed your thighs together and climbed over you, straddling your thighs as his hands moved to your ass, grabbing your cheeks firmly before you felt one of his hands land a firm smack.

The material of your dress helped absorb the shock of the blow but Chan, realizing this, moved quickly, pushing the material up and exposing your ass to him. He groaned, fingers skimming over the material of the black lace thong you were wearing.

"Did you wear these for me, too, baby?" he asked breathlessly. You nodded, murmuring a 'yes' in response.

You felt his hand land another harsh smack to your ass, causing you to yelp. Chan's fingers threaded into your hair and pulled back as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"Keep your voice down, baby. Unless you want everyone in the house to know you're about to get fucked."

A shiver ran down your spine, a rush of arousal shooting through your core.

Another sharp smack to your ass had you whimpering into the sheets to muffle the sound. "I'm gonna teach you a lesson," Chan murmured, hands working to undo the tie around his neck.

You looked back over your shoulder as he pulled the material loose and leaned forward, rolling it up and holding it to your face.

"Open that pretty mouth, babygirl," he ordered. You obliged, opening your mouth and allowing him to stuff the rolled up tie past your lips and against your tongue.

With your voice effectively gagged, he started his assault on your ass, delivering sharp smacks before running his hand soothingly over your skin. He made sure to ask if you needed to tap out but each time you shook your head.

After a good ten to twelve blows, your ass was red and raw. Chan made sure to gently rub the sensitive skin, asking if you needed a break or anything. You shook your head again, wanting him to continue.

You felt his fingers fumble with the back of your dress and heard the unzipping of the zipper as he pulled it down. He helped you shimmy out of the material, leaving you in just your panties.

"Fuck," you heard him gasp, hands moving along your skin and up your back. "You're so fucking gorgeous," he murmured. You felt his fingers skim over the lace of your thong, thumbs toying with the waistband briefly before his hands disappeared, making you glance over your shoulder at him.

His hands made quick work of his belt, pulling it from the belt loops of his pants as his eyes were trained on your ass. “Give me your hands,” he ordered, eyes moving up to meet yours. You hesitated, eyeing the belt in his hands and wondering what he was planning on doing with it.

Chan gave your thigh a quick tap with the belt. “Did you hear me, baby?” He asked, cocking his head.

“Hands, now.”

You moved faster than you were able to process his words, offering your hands behind your back. Chan positioned your arms behind your back, elbows bent before he started to wrap the belt around your wrists and forearms, effectively binding you. You couldn’t move much, only squirm under him as you heard the rustle of his pants as well as the zipper.

Chan leaned over, grabbing one of the pillows near the headboard and sat back, one hand reaching under you to lift your hips and stuff the pillow underneath you.

His hands were back on your ass, barely skimming the skin that was still sore as he muttered to himself. “Never imagined I’d be doing this in my old bedroom,” he said with a low chuckle as you felt his fingers dig into the skin of your hips. His hands moved, nails raking down your skin and pulling your panties down until he was able to slip them past your knees and off entirely.

You were now completely exposed to him and entirely at his mercy with your arms bound.

Chan let out a groan, sliding his hands up your thighs until he was able to spread your cheeks, displaying your wet core to him. You heard another growl rumble from deep in his chest. “God,” he breathed out. “Look at how wet you are,” he continued. “Practically dripping.”

You wiggled your hips, one of the only things you could do at this point. Chan chuckled lightly before falling silent. You were about to look back at him but felt him circle his fingers around your entrance, gathering your arousal before he pushed two fingers into your wet cunt.

You moaned against the gag, eyes rolling back at finally getting some friction as he slowly worked his fingers in and out of you at a torturously languid pace. You wiggled your hips again, trying to push back against his hand but Chan removed his fingers, harshly slapping your ass, sending a jolt of pain through your body that was immediately replaced with pleasure as his fingers were back at your slit, rubbing up and down slowly.

“Stop acting like a brat,” he hissed. “You’ll get what you want in time.”

You used your tongue to push the gag out of your mouth. “Chan please,” you whimpered, voice hoarse. You heard him tut lightly, feeling him lean over you, pressing his hard cock against your ass. “Now you want to be a good girl?” He asked, ending his sentence with a scoff.

“I promise I’ll be good,” you continued, feeling your eyes and cheeks burn. “Please Chan,” you begged again. "You made me wait long enough," you added, hoping he would give in. “You gonna be a good little whore for me?” He asked, lips brushing against your ear as he ducked his head. You nodded quickly. “I promise.”

“So eager to please,” he said, smiling against your skin as his lips trailed down to your shoulder. “I suppose I could give you what you want.”

Your stomach bubbled with excitement as he sat back up. You didn’t dare look back as he pushed his pants and underwear down, pulling his cock out finally and giving himself a few strokes before taking your ass in his hands again, spreading your cheeks once more and spitting on your already soaked pussy.

You let out a lewd moan as you felt him line the tip of his cock with your hole and before you could register anything else, he was pushing himself into you, stretching you out so deliciously.

“Oh,” he said, surprisingly calm as if he wasn’t nearly balls deep inside you. “Can’t forget this,” he added, reaching over you and grabbing his tie before holding it to your face. “Chan,” you whimpered, trying to calm yourself as you adjusted to his size.

“I know how loud you get, baby,” he cooed, leaning over your body. “Unless you’d rather everyone, including my parents, know I’m fucking you up here,” he added. You shook your head.

The idea of walking back into the party after having your brains fucked out by the hosts’ son was one thing, but returning to the party when everyone might have heard mortified you.

Obediently, you opened your mouth and allowed Chan to shove the cloth back into your mouth.

“Good girl,” he praised, softly kissing your temple, the action making your heart flutter and your stomach do flips.

And just like that, the sweet and shy Chan you’d grown accustomed to during the day was gone, replaced with his much more confident and dominant side.

The first thrust was shallow, making you gasp, despite the gag in your mouth.

The second and third thrusts were harsh and soon the room was filled with the sound of Chan’s hips meeting your ass, skin hitting skin as he pounded into you, his fingers digging into your hips as he held you in place.

Your walls clenched around him, sucking him back in each time he pulled out. “Fuck,” he moaned. “I forgot how tight your cunt is,” he continued, voice cracking as he tried to keep up his dom persona.

You whimpered, letting out muffled moans with each hard thrust as you tried to push back to meet him but with your arms bound behind you, there was no way of grounding yourself and you were at the mercy of his grip.

One of his hands moved, grabbing your bound arms and pulling you up, not stopping or slowing the movements of his hips. Your body moved with the force of each ruthless thrust into your drenched pussy.

Even with the gag, you were still able to make plenty of sound for him to hear and each one of your moans had him digging his fingers into your skin a little hard, moving his hips a little faster.

It had been years since he’d had you like this but it felt like no time had passed since scout camp. The way your body reacted to him was almost exactly as it had back then. He knew how you liked it then and it wasn’t any different now.

You liked it rough and he liked to give it rough.

You let out a loud moan, the gag slipping out of your mouth and falling to the bed soaked in your spit. Chan let out a growl, letting your body fall back against the mattress as he stopped, stilling inside you and worked to undo his belt and remove it, releasing your arms.

Despite the harsh and hard way he fucked you, his hands were gentle as he repositioned your arms above your head and grabbed his tie from the bed, ignoring how wet the material was as he tied your wrists together before resuming his assault on your core.

With your hands in this new position, you were able to grab onto the sheets and keep yourself in place.

“You have to keep quiet,” you heard him pant. “You really -ah!- think i can keep quiet when you’re- oh fuck!- when you’re fucking me so hard?” You whimpered, cursing between each stroke.

“You’re going to have to,” he growled, stilling inside you again. “Or I’ll stop right now,” he added.

You peered over your shoulder at him. “When you’re so close to coming?” You questioned, cocking an eyebrow.

“Are you trying to push my buttons, baby?” He asked, thrusting forward with his cock buried deep inside you.

“I thought you were going to be a good girl,” he continued, pulling back slowly only to snap his hips forward.

“I am being a good girl,” you answered. You felt one of his hands reach around to grab your throat. “Good girls don’t talk back, baby,” he cooed, his voice low and sending shivers down your spine.

He squeezed lightly, fingers holding your neck firmly but not harshly.

“That’s what I thought,” he scoffed. “Stop acting like a little bitch and take what I give you,” he growled, his hips gaining speed as he fucking you against the mattress.

You let out a gasp, quickly turning into whimpers and mewls as Chan proceeded to fuck you dumb. Your lips parted, no sound coming out as you arched your back, allowing him to reach deeper inside your walls, each drag of his cock having you see stars as your orgasm approached. “Fuuuuuuuuck,” you moaned out. “M’gonna cum,” you whined.

Chan chuckled, his grip on your neck loosening. “You gonna come for me?” He whispered in your ear, making you nod vigorously. “Such a good little slut,” he mumbled. “Gonna cum all over this cock?” You whimpered, nodding again as you felt your orgasm wash over you. “Good girl,” Chan breathed, releasing your throat as he helped you ride your climax out. “You take me so well, you always have,” he continued to praise you as you came down from your high.

“Wait, what about you?” You whined, slowly coming to your senses. “Be a good girl and lay still for me, okay?” He whispered. You nodded as his hand covered your mouth and for good reason.

The next moment, he was pounding into you like his life depended on it, chasing his own high. His hand muffled your cries and screams of pleasure as he abused your cunt, bringing himself closer to his climax.

As your second orgasm rolled over you in waves, Chan let out a moan, hips stilling as he came. You felt his teeth dig into your shoulder as he released inside you, painting your walls white with his hot load. You moaned against his hand as he filled you up, your walls fluttering around him and milking his cock.

As you both came down together, chan released his hold over your mouth and groaned, kissing the spot where his teeth had dug into your skin. “Sorry,” he murmured, more to your skin than to you. You winced as he pulled out of you and sat back, looking down where he could see his cum seeping out of you. “Shit,” he cursed as he pulled his pants and underwear back up. “Let me get something to clean you up with.”

He was gone for a moment before he returned with a clean towel and spread your legs to clean your skin off. You felt two of his fingers gather his cum and push it back into you, causing you to moan into the sheets.

“Let’s get you dressed,” you heard him say softly.

He had your panties back on and your dress zipped back up in no time as you tried your best to salvage what was left of your appearance. “Do I look like I just got my brains fucked out?” You asked, hoping for an honest answer. Chan smiled, reaching up to take your chin in his fingers.

“Yeah but to be fair, you did just get your brains fucked out,” he answered, causing your cheeks to burn as you let out a whine and leaned into him, hiding your face in his neck. Chan let out a laugh and wrapped an arm around you.

“You want me to take you home?” He asked softly. “If I say yes, will you stay with me?” You asked quietly, fingers playing with the collar of his white shirt. The silence between you lasted for only a moment before he answered.

“Of course,” he replied. “I’ll stay with you as long as you want me to.”

The two of you left his room, making your way back down to the first floor where the party was still in full swing and no one even batted an eye. Chan left you for a moment to get your coats but a moment was all it took for his mother and father to find you.

“You were upstairs for a while,” Mr. Lee said, smiling at you as Chan returned. “We were looking at all his awards,” you lied, looking up at Chan who smiled as he helped you into your coat before fumbling with his. “Your son is quite accomplished,” you added, noticing the way Chan’s cheeks burned and he tried to hide the pleased smile on his face.

Once his coat was on, he turned to his parents, explaining he was going to take you home and spend some more time with you. His mother and father bid you a goodnight, his mother pulling you into a hug and inviting you to come back for their New Years party. You might just take them up on that offer.

As you and Chan made for the door, his mother let out a squeal of delight, causing you to stop in your tracks and turn to look at her. Chan was also looking at his mother like she’d lost her mind. Her attention wasn’t on you however, it was directed to a spot just above your heads.

Looking up you noticed the mistletoe that hung above you. How had you not noticed that the stuff was hanging everywhere? In every doorway, from random places over hallways. Its placement must have been deliberate.

You glanced at Chan who looked from the holiday greenery to you, his expression blank for a moment before he shrugged, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him, his lips pressing against yours.

You kissed him back, ignoring the way his mother reacted as if you two had just gotten married or something.

When Chan pulled back, he smirked at you. “Shall we?” He asked, nodding towards the door. You nodded in response. “And you’ll stay with me?” You asked, eyes looking between his own.

His smirk softened into a smile as he pressed a short kiss to your lips. “As long as you want me to,” he answered.

“If you want me to, I’ll stay the whole damn night, baby. I’m not going anywhere this time.”

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[alolaluna]

THIS BLOG HAS MOVED!

Yes, I know, I've moved Selene a LOT, but this will be the last time for quite a while (yeah yeah I said that last time too but then I had my big crash and got overwhelmed, I feel like I was a bit justified this time around), provided the blog doesn't get all glitchy or anything. But before I drop the @, a couple things. The first two bullets specifically involve Alola protagonists so if you do not have one of those muses then you can simply skim over those.

At this current time, if you are an Alola protagonist who primarily focuses on USUM, I'm going to have to ask you to refrain from following. I hold nothing against you all, I think you all have amazing and unique, beautiful portrayals of your USUM protagonists and your headcanons surrounding. This is simply because self-comparison syndrome has reared its ugly head too many times for me. This may change in the future, but for now, this is a firm boundary that I have. Multimuses are fine to follow as long as I am able to blacklist that muse's tag, and you are welcome to follow my other blogs (@spacialrznd @iridaascence @wishesofliving) if you so desire.

Protagonists who primarily focus on SM as opposed to the latter are okay to follow, but if you have an USUM verse, I ask that you please have a tag for it so that I am able to blacklist it.

If you are one of those people that posts untagged OOC negativity, do not even bother to follow me. I understand wanting to vent sometimes, especially about the Pokemon RPC given how awfully toxic it is. I get it, I really do, and I've vented about it myself quite a bit in the past. All I ask is that if you want me to follow you, then you keep it tagged or under a cut so that I am not seeing unsolicited negativity, unless it is involved in a large change to your blog. Also, if your blog is 90% OOC negativity, I will not follow you. It's pretty awful for my mental health, I simply do not want to see it all the time.

Anonymous is off because people are already very weird about female protagonists, and I feel like this will only amplify considering that Selene is now transfem and intersex on the new blog, and people tend to have.. very bioessentialist things to say about both of those groups.

If you are following for a sideblog, please tell me, one way or another. Reply to a random OOC post (I'd recommend the pinned just bc it's easier for me to track that way), shoot me a message through inbox or DMs, or literally just have it on your main blog somewhere. It's exhausting to try and play a guessing game.

DO NOT follow the blog if you are a Ghetsis or Lusamine apologist. (or if you're one of those weirdos who thinks liking and/or rping a character = condoning their actions)

With all of that being said, feel free to shoot @mahinalola a follow if you so desire!

[blackgirlsuperherorants]

Honestly, the topic of shipping in this Black Panther fandom has gotten so utterly violent that I'm afraid to even mention other ships, for fear of angering the self-appointed fandom captains.

Like, how Martin Freeman and Danai Gurira casually shipped Okoye and Ross on that one British talk show, which was a fun-sounding unexplored ship to me, but like... am I allowed to say that? If I say it, does that mean I am committing to a lifetime contract of DEEPLY shipping this ship even though I only think it might make a good AU for a fic? Even though I don't care that much, I just think it was cute that these two actors said so? Is it gonna be problematic? Am I supposed to ship anyone else, specifically, with Okoye?

Or how about Ayo and Aneka? Like... I would rather be writing about them than Shuri and Riri, because they're a canon, established Black lesbian couple. But are we supposed to only be focusing on the idea of Shuri and Riri? I like Shuri and Riri, but do I have to want them to be canon?

Is all of this just me covering for my deep, unending love of Shuri x Namor? Am I so deeply into that even I don't know that I'm lying about not caring that much?

Also, like... I have people coming to me because they feel so attacked. And like, every time I go into the tag (you gotta look at new posts, because top posts is just all the posts you've already seen), it's just the same person over and over again telling everyone how much this one group of shippers hates Shuri and "doesn't care about her trauma" (meanwhile, this person cares more about a fictional character than the real, living Black women they're attacking.) And it's like... there's a reason tumblr fandoms created anti tags. So that people who hate stuff can go into the anti tag, and people who like stuff can go into the main tag for the thing. Or at least blacklist each other. Even the most controversial or combative ships, people respect that (with like Reylo and Stucky and Steggy and whatever else causes fanwars a lot). Like, what are you getting out of spending DAYS (and literally only days because the movie just dropped!) just utterly trashing strangers because they don't agree with you.

I mean, I be talking shit about ships, too, but damn, I usually make a post and move one.

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I started SPN in 2013 as a bibro that shipped destiel. The thing that finally brought me to the fandom was the podfic of Two Boys From Kansas in King Uther’s Court (a BBC Merlin/SPN gen crossover), and I binge-watched s1-7 a couple times with my baby bro until new episodes started coming out and watched those as they aired until s10. Came back to fandom in 2020 and couldn't enjoy much destiel content. The culture of heller fandom and my preference for a canon-adjacent aroace relationship that doesn't sideline Sam or change Dean's character has made my enjoyment of most deancas content a thing of the past. (Also I'm like 200% more obsessed with SamDean since the finale.)

On the very rare occasion I rb something destiel related, I will tag it so people can blacklist.

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No random friend requests, please. I honestly don't really DM on discord except for one-offs of things that can't go in a server discussion. If we don't already interact or exist in overlapping interest circles/servers... I'm pretty much already at capacity for conversation about real life.

[raayllum]

im new to the fandom, so I miss a lot of the discourse (helped ofc by the fact you're kinda the only dp blog I follow), so everytime you mention the s4 backlash I'm like....how in the world could people hate that season or rayllum in it? It doesn't compute for me!

The last ship I was particularly engaged with, has a lot of similarities with rayllum. They were best friends, life partners before they were ever /romantic/ life partners. And they went through a /lot/ of trauma, miscommunication, and being on opposite sides of the same fight, etc etc.

the difference to rayllum was that they never rlly gave each other the grace they need. They also never talked on screen, but unlike rayllum it wasn't because it was the best option for them, it's just that the writers didn't want to include it ever - to the point that when they finally did an episode addressing it, it landed...very flat? Because it was about six seasons in, addressing things as far back as the second season, that they'd apparently never spoken to each other about before (they were tragically engaged when this happened).

Rayllum GENERALLY but especially in s4 have a really special place in my heart, because they feel very realistically messy - but it doesn't feel like it's there so there's some drama to keep audiences hooked. It feels authentic, and is one of those rare cases where it strengthens their relationship. I definitely could buy that rayllum would survive anything that hit their relationship by the end of s3, but getting to actually SEE that and see how much they're willing to work through out of love and respect for each other? Fantastic.

(also like it's such good character development....i am with u in the s4 defense squad. is there a squad? If there is I'm in it)

First off welcome to the fandom and I hope you're having a good time!!

The fact that my blog is mostly discourse free cause while I tag accordingly (fandom nonsense and dragons gets salty for potential blacklisting purposes) I always worry I can dip too far into that on occasion (I do my best not to unless being called out by name, and even then mostly do my best to ignore stuff), but there's not too much discourse within TDP in general — at least not in the Rayllum corner, luckily.

I think that's why the S4 backlash really surprised and threw me for a loop, because my partner and I finished the season at like 7AM on release day and while different than expected, we loved it and thought it was great from the start. Then we went online and people in the fandom who I'd largely always agreed with were having a really hard time with the season and it was disheartening at least to not have many people to talk to about why 1) S4 is TDP's thematically strongest season thus far and that's still true, 2) it's Ezran's best season imo, and 3) it does a lot of things really really well in really interesting ways.

I always try to never come down Too Hard on the s4 backlash just because people are of course entitled to their feelings/opinions then as well as now (even if some people's tunes have definitely changed), but a lot of it did feel sometimes short sighted if not immature.

Like soo many people are still mad that Rayla and Callum broke up in an offscreen graphic novel, when S4 would still be S4 regardless of whether TTM existed and like... if Rayla worrying that she failed (again) and went off on her own (again) to protect Callum was a big logical leap, then that person honestly just wasn't paying attention; there's not much else to say there. I also think it's just a strange choice to assume that Nothing Major would change the second you find out about a timeskip; like, almost everything else is status quo, Rayla being gone is the One Major Change and people couldn't handle that being a Surprise?

Like you said, conflict between a couple is not inherently a bad thing; it can be good and interesting, and this was always a relationship hurdle I think a lot of Rayllums (myself included) expected Rayla and Callum to have to tackle. Not liking how extreme or 'dramatic' it was (ie. season long arc > just a few episodes, or Rayla leaving > just trying to leave) is fair enough, but given that it's rooted in so much of Rayla's character, I'd much rather take a long way around approach that's in depth. I'm also just Glad and Grateful that the show is tackling it and treating it like the issue it is rather than sweeping things under the rug.

The fact that Callum's version of anger wasn't the one people wanted is another issue, but again — his anger went the way I'd always thought it might if he just went through enough trauma, and even if he had yelled at her, I don't think the season would've necessarily gone any different than it did other than them crying more early on. Which I've written and wouldn't have minded, but I also don't dislike the alternative route canon took — of course they were never going to get all variations out there, but Callum is cold as hell and being a bit of a jerk while also being valid and tempering himself because he doesn't want to hurt her anymore than she wants to hurt him (and Callum has always been very very bad at being/staying mad with Rayla or Ezran anyway).

I saw a lot of pushback against Rayllum being 'platonic' (which was annoying as an aromantic person lemme tell you, as though platonic is lesser), being "broken up for no reason" (Rayla being hyper-independent was not a secret and always going to be what threatened to rip them apart; they are also still Visibly and Repeatedly In Love with each other how is that broken up), or that they didn't get to have a Big Feelings Time in S4.

With that in mind, there's a lot that also matters in a relationship beyond just Open Communication, tbh. There's going to be times in life where you're not able to or unwilling to talk about certain things (given that S4 is maybe a week, I think that's reasonable; especially when Rayllum still haven't talked to each other about it as of s5 and no one I saw have an issue in S4 about it has complained about it there) and like... how do you treat each other when you're still mad or confused and haven't talked everything out? Do you still take care of each other, are you still doing your best to be considerate of each other (even if you're also not going to be perfect)? That shit matters just as much if not more as people able to sit down and hash things out.

I think the truth is a lot of the things that pissed people off about S4 would've been true even if the opposite things had happened:

N'than is flat and under developed unlike Ellis → N'than is more developed → why is N'than taking away from screentime for other characters?

The Sunfire plotline feels disconnected from the rest of the story (nvm that Viren's arc from 1x06 onwards doesn't affect any main character again until 3x04) → the Sunfire plot line has more connections to the main cast crammed in → more complaints about pacing and things feeling overly stuffed, as scenes already change from one to the next quite clearly

Callum and Rayla have a big talk sometime between 4x03-4x07 → this doesn't give Callum enough time to be angry / makes him seem unreasonable because he's admitted he was mostly worried but is still not fully letting her in despite her spilling her guts to him (and in what world would Rayla give excuses, again, when she knows he's the one hurting and taking priority in her mind)

S4's humor was bad because there were fart jokes (in one episode) → the crowlord's joke is so much worse than the fart jokes imo and is on par with the walnut joke in 1x06. also 1-2 scenes with jokes that didn't work for you out of 9 whole ass episodes is like. you're just a wuss i'm sorry

The Sunfire plot line is boring → will never not feel like "I just can't connect or be interested in politics and religious disagreements when it's mostly about Black people for Some Reason (racism)" to me tbh

There was no way to please everyone especially after a three year hiatus (because people think, For Some Reason, that how much time it takes for a story to come out should change how that story is written and it really, really doesn't) but yeah. The internet showed their asses and I was Not Impressed lmao

TLDR; a lot of the S4 backlash was "I'm mad this isn't happening now and I'm stressed out/worried that it won't be" as opposed to "this is only a problem if it never happens at all, but I have faith that it will," and I will love S4 forever. The Callum-Viren parallels being ramped up, the theme of duality and moving "doing terrible things for love" to the forefront with multiple characters (Rayla, Terry, Viren, Claudia), seeing Ezran step into his role as king, Callum's arc being shown > told, the set up for the possession plot line, Janaya's engagement and relationship development + Amaya and Janai's independent arcs? Chef's kiss. S4 is my best friend and its Rayllum dynamic is on par with S3 for me, and I am very grateful the fandom's attitude towards s4 and s4 Rayllum is a lot warmer / more reasonable now

When Callum says "unconditionally" in 5x01 and all their stuff in S5 we know and believe it because we've seen them fight and work so hard to come back from some pretty terrible brinks in imperfect ways, and I'll always love s4 for that. The most aspec Rayllum season by far

[redeyesandchilifries]

Rules

((I'm gonna try to leave this kind of short, since in practice I really don't have a whole lot of strict cutoffs. Metagaming and godmodding are boring (outside of very specific, discussed in advanced circumstances), booooo, all my homies hate metagaming and godmidding (outside of very specific, discussed in advanced circumstances)

Magic anons- I'll accept them! They can be a fun twist on things. Time limits are appreciated, preferably around a week.

Blog style role play- Meaning that this RP blog will be run as if Joey, himself, is the one sitting in front of a laptop and reading his own dashboard and typing his own replies. This includes the DMs, though if you make it clear you want to speak with me, the mun, and not Joey, that's totally cool. OOC communication is important and appreciated!

Not a drama fan- I respect people's boundaries, but I very much don't appreciate when things get hostile or even just catty. I don't trust callout posts, I trust block lists even less, and if you lay an ultimatum at my feet you probably won't like my reaction. Communication is important to me, and who I choose to do that with is my own business. Who you choose to do that with is yours. Block and blacklist as needed, as I tag the urls of people I interact with.

IC =/= OOC- Joey is a nice guy overall, but that doesn't mean he can't be pigheaded from time to time. He's competitive, and can be aggressive, two things I am very much not. An insult at Joey will not be read as an insult to me, the mun, and the same is meant in return; if Joey starts a fight, that's an in character interaction, and does not reflect my own personal feelings about either that muse or the mun that plays them. This also extends to darker themes. I like me some angst as well as fluff, so I won't tolerate people treating me like depicting or enjoying darker themes in fiction means I endorse or want to see it IRL. Joey has a history of child abuse. That doesn't mean I want to abuse children. This goes for just about anything in fiction. Don't treat real people on the same level as fictional characters. Don't treat fictional characters on the same level as real people. It's very uncomfortable.

I'm fairly loose with tags- I remember to tag people's urls, and also long posts, but aside from that I'm pretty flighty. I remember a couple things mutuals of other blogs need tagged, like clusters or fish eyes/bones or needles, so if there's something I forget or if there's something specific you need, absolutely let me know! Politely. We are all only human, after all.

I had another thing but I forgot it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ If anything needs clarifying, just let me know! Always happy to answer questions!))

[unforth]

Alright in a few minutes I'm gonna get this show on the road (literally, in more ways than one) and so a few notes/warnings:

I have been a Wheel of Time fangirl since 1994 and it ain't gonna change now. This doesn't mean I'm uncritical (on the contrary, there are things I detest about the series) but in the end this is one of my original fandoms and it matters a lot to me. I was trading theories on where things were going from the minute I met other readers, when I was in high school. The first Internet People I met in "real life" were folks I chatted WoT with on an internet forum run by WotC (I ran a table top game for them, in fact, at my first Gencon). I sobbed my eyes out when Jordan died. This series is an integral part of my fandom soul, for better or for worse, and I've waited nearly 30 years to see it live, so whether the show sucks or rocks or somewhere in between, assume I'm going to be a feral fanswirly mess over it.

I have not finished reading the series because Time. I don't care much about spoilers, for this or in general, but I will murderate anyone who tells me the details of Rand's ending (I know the general gist).

Flip side, this blog is not and will never be spoiler free for Wheel of Time. I will try to remember to tag spoilers if I'm talking about stuff beyond what the series depicts, but no promises.

I will tag all Wheel of Time posts "wot." Liveblogging posts are always tagged "live blog" or "liveblog" (sorry, I never remember if I use a space so I tend to use the two interchangeably). Spoiler tag is "wot spoilers," if I remember to use it.

If you're new to WoT and wondering what the fuck I'm talking about...The Wheel of Time is an epic fantasy series by Robert Jordan. He started writing it in the 80s, and so while it does have representation problems, it has way fewer than you'd expect from a work written at the time (for example, cast is roughly 50/50 male/female, PoC exist in the books, that kind of thing...no queer rep, though, at least not really...it's complicated...). It spans...13 books? 14 books? That came out between the mid-80s and like 2010 or so. Something like that...and the books average roughly 800 pages each, so there's a fuckton of it. Jordan died before he finished the series, and the last three were completed by Brian Sanderson based on Jordan's notes. The series follows three young men (Rand al'Thor, Mat Cauthon, and Perrin Aybara) and two young women (Nynaeve al'Meara and Egwene al'Vere) from the same village as they set out to find out why Bad Things Happened to their home, and ends up spanning a huge world, involving a cast of literally hundreds (if someone told me there were over a thousand named characters I'd honestly believe it), and of course there's a Big Bad Evil that must be faced.

I love Rand al'Thor a Very Normal Amount, which is to say, I literally copied his tattoo onto my arm.

I love this entire series a Very Normal Amount, which is to say, my first-born son is literally named after a character from it.

All of which is to say: I'm kind of out of my mind excited right now. I will be screaming about this. It's not my normal fare and I don't care. If you're into it, please scream with me (I know I've got at least 4 moots and a couple followers who are right here with me). If you're new to the fandom, be warned and blacklist accordingly. If it's not your thing, I can at least promise that, as always, I tag every post.

The kids are heading to school.

And I'm a lump.

And I'm gonna watch the thing.

And quite possibly literally actually cry my own real physical wet tears. Because. It's my fandom, one of my original, founding fandoms, made living breathing flesh, and wow.

[feynavaley]

How do you tag AO3? I've had an account for a couple of years but never used it much and I'm still a bit confused...

Thanks for the question! Honestly, I’m hardly an expert and I don’t know if I use tags correctly, so I’m probably not the best person you can ask to, but I can definitely explain my process. I hope it’s not too wrong! 😅

Obviously, you need to use the right fandom category, rating (I honestly miss the FFN distinction between K and K+, but I guess everything goes under G), and then there are the warnings and kind of pairings.

I have to admit that, at first, I was a bit confused by the warnings – especially, the ‘Graphic Depictions Of Violence’ one, as I really don’t know what qualifies as ‘graphic’. I used it on I See Fire because there are some serious injuries in the first chapter, but I’m still unsure if it was actually needed, haha. Probably not. At first, I used a lot the ‘Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings’ tag, then I learnt that readers tend to be wary of that as it’s often used to avoid tagging sensitive content that is actually included in the fic but the author didn’t want to spoil. In my case, I was just being overcautious, and I have since changed that to ‘No Archive Warnings Apply’ as I don’t think any depiction of violence in my other stories is strong enough to be considered ‘graphic’. Of course, I’m always receptive to feedback if any reader were of a different opinion.

As for the kind of pairing – they obviously depend on your story. I tag fics as ‘gen’ if none of the main characters is in a romantic relationship, I tagged both ‘gen’ and ‘f/m’ in Chrysalis because there is obviously a romantic relationship, but the focus is also on other non-romantic relationships that are developed through the story. The only advice I can give you here is to think only about the pairings (or lack thereof) involving the main characters, I don’t think that background ones warrant a change of category.

I follow a similar logic for tagging the pairing themselves: I tag familial relationships/friendships that are focused on with a ‘&’ between the two characters’ names, and the established or eventual romantic ones with a ‘/’. I don’t know if this is right, but I personally tag only the relationships involving the main characters – if there are other pairings, they are relegated to the ‘Minor or Background Relationship(s)’ tag as I don’t want to clog the tag for people who are looking for stories centred on that pairing. I also used that tag for the relationship between George and Aila in Arthur Kirkland’s Guide to Being a Big Brother, for example – I kept the category as ‘gen’ because their relationship was never the real focus (moreover, they were OCs, readers probably didn’t care about who they were paired with), but I thought it was better to warn the presence of a background relationship. Once again, I don’t know if this is the right way to do it, but nobody complained.

Now, on the characters: I think it would be better only to tag the ones with a significative role, but how do you define what ‘significative’ means? Personally, I’m still trying to find a balance – I also tag side characters who are recurring or have a significative impact on the main characters’ actions – and I’m afraid I’m overtagging, in this department. What I do, however, is to specify in the additional tags which characters the story is actually focused on, so readers will have more elements to decide. I also always add the ‘Other Hetalia Character(s)’ tag if there are some characters who appear in the story but I don’t want to tag because they have some truly minor roles.I don’t tag OCs if they’re not focused on, though, even if they have a role I would deem significative enough to tag a canon character. I don’t know if this is the right etiquette, but I do it keeping in mind my preferences: I don’t like stories focused on OCs and I won’t read them, I’ll even blacklist the tag when I’m looking for stories to read – but the only thing that bothers me is the OC being focused on, I don’t mind side OCs. So, I don’t even tag them because they aren’t truly important.

After the characters, there are the additional tags, that I still have no idea of how to use, haha. I used to overtag a lot, using them as tumblr commentary tag because I had gotten the impression that it was what most people did, but I’ve since learnt that many don’t like it so I cleaned them up (I only left some tags on Overheated because they ended up featured on ao3tagoftheday, haha). I see additional tags as the place for further specifications. I tag the main genres – usually, the ones I use on ffn plus other ones that might apply (and that’s why like all my fics will be ‘family’, ‘hurt/comfort’, ‘angst’, ‘drama’, ‘brotherly love’, and ‘fluff’, haha) and if the story is an AU, for example.

One important thing to keep in mind, in this department, is the existence of subtags, that show up in the specific search but also when looking for the parent tag. To make an example, ‘Alternate Universe – Human’ is a subtag of ‘Alternate Universe’. Obviously, you’ll find a work tagged ‘Alternate Universe – Human’ when looking for something tagged like that, but it will also show up when looking for ‘Alternate Universe’. Therefore, tagging also as ‘Alternate Universe’ would be redundant, and this is something to keep in mind to avoid using too many tags. Unfortunately, I don’t know where you can find a list of subtags and parent tags, so you’ll have to rely on logic and maybe try a bit.

For the rest… honestly, I really don’t know. Always in the optic of specifications, I tag other things that I think the readers might want to know. As I’ve already mentioned, I specify which characters are focused on if others are tagged as well, use tumblr-style tags to elaborate on the meaning of other tags or mention themes/elements that come up in the fic, and write other stuff I think I should warn readers of (for example, always in Chrysalis, I mentioned which name I would use for Nyo!Canada because it’s not the most widespread one). I also add warnings that weren’t included in the main ones – violence that I don’t think crosses the threshold of graphic, abusive situations, and other things that might bother somebody.

I want to stress that I actually don’t know what I’m doing, but I hope this was at least a bit useful. Good luck with your writing! 😊

[robitherat]

I already said this all in the notes but I'm gonna rb with it too because I can and pandora said they were okay with it <3

I hate hate hate dictating how other people post so much because like. I get it! A lot of people's interpretations of masky and hoodie even as creepypasta characters draws from or even correlates with marble hornets. Like there's definitely gray areas in it and if mh is relevant even just in the way you interpret masky and hoodie, or if you include like Alex and Jay in your interpretations that's cool! Marble hornets and the related tags are relevant there! Absolutely use them! I'm not into creepypastas as anything more than like, idk, looking st what people do with the classic characters out of nostalgia or something, but I do sometimes like to see the overlap between marble hornets and crp! It can be a lot of fun and even if it's not for me it is for other people and I like seeing people enjoying things

The thing that really bugs me about it is this: tumblr's tag system is for organization. Its not like Twitter or Instagram or tiktok where ypur tags affect your reach. Tags are for tagging relevant fandoms so people in them can see your posts, tagging triggers for blacklisting, blog organization, but not reach. So when you add marble hornets tags to a post for creepypasta, and ESPECIALLY posts that don't even mention masky or hoodie in ANY way shape or form, you are actually spamming the tag according to tumblr TOS. Like, people can report you for it, and it would have the potential to get your post taken down.

Personally, it's just a major bummer to go into a tag specifically to see content for something I enjoy, and instead be met with a stream of posts for characters I either don't care about, or don't even recognize because they aren't actually relevant to that tag

If it were just a couple posts here and there it'd be one thing, but this is a CONSTANT issue. And it's not just here! Plenty of other fandoms and tags have the same issue. Hell I remember discourse in the Ethan Winters tag over one specific blogger tagging a post saying howuch they hate his character in the Ethan winters tag. And then they got upset because people were pointing out how stupid and shitty that was. I didn't see all of it, I'm sure some people got way too into it and were also being shitty, but point is: using the relevant tags and ONLY the relevant tags is just basic etiquette. If you're saying how much you hate a character, don't put that character's tag on your post, because then people who like that character will see it, they'll get mad at you because they go to the tag to see stuff about a character they LIKE, you get mad because you have a whole bunch of people getting mad at you, everyone loses. If your post has nothing to do with a fandom that's maybe sometimes adjacent, don't tag it, because you're not actually getting any more notable interaction than you would have normally.

Basically, we need to keep in mind and continue to make sure others know that Tumblr doesn't work like other sites, and that goes especially for the tag system. There's no algorithm, tags aren't for reach, stop fuckin with the system. It'll make the ride way smoother for everyone. PLUS, it means I won't have to block you for being annoying and clogging up the tags.

If people want to look at your posts, they will. Trust me, if you post enough your people will find you. You've just got to post in the right tags so they can.

i also wanna say, i get a lot of the crosstagged creepypasta marble hornets posts comes from a place of ‘oh, thats where xyz character originated from, ill tag is so fans of that character can see!’ 

but in my experience as someone whos been into mh actively since around 2015, (which, considering mh started in 2009, isnt actually all that long) the majority of mh fans want to keep marble hornets and creepypasta separate. and a lot of us are creepypasta enjoyers! but when i wanna see content for, like, tim wright, i dont also wanna see toby and jeff the killer. its not the content im trying to find.

yes i can blacklist certain tags so they dont show up for me but the point of the matter is that for the most part, when you go into a fandom tag on tumblr, you expect to see only content for that fandom unless someone is explicitly posting about their crossover au (which is totally fine and a totally diff situation to this)

but i got into the mh tag nowadays and its like… majority creepypasta posting thats been crosstagged. yall are… youre aware you can post about your creepypasta versions of masky and hoodie without tagging marble hornets right. like its what everyone did for years before this. 

maybe i missed a memo or smth but this is kinda ridiculous as this point