#and breaching it is frankly fucked???

[theonyxstate]

official plea to fanfiction authors

Please, I'm actually begging you all: stop making your sibling!characters so incredibly possesive. It's not healthy, and all the breaches of privacy I see from the characters are straight up abuse sometimes. They cannot just physically keep reader from their partner and friends, walk in on them all the time, intrude their space, go through their things, demand that reader leaves their friends/partner(s) multiple times & hell knows what else. What about supportive siblings? What about brothers who don't claim the right to control their sibling's life? WHAT ABOUT HEALTHY SIBLINGHOOD??

Just please, give us some siblings who won't make your sibling audience want to gauge your characters' eyes out.

~ sincerely, a sibling reader who would hex, curse, get into physical fights & worse the first time their sibling would try to pull up something that you describe as routine behaviour of your sibling characters.

tl;dr: posessive siblings controlling half the aspects of your life when youre like 16 are so incredibly frustrating (& unrealistic for me & all the siblings i know irl) i want to maim them through the screen, not to mention how unhealthy, toxic, & rare this kind of dynamic actually is

no hate towards any author, i love you all!!! im just asking

[drinkingdeadpeopletea]

i think what's really getting me about kozma claiming to have blown up the moon and also claiming to "be" the breach and basically equating "breach collaborators" and "my allies" in the same speech is that. the breach operative we've known since season one, the person who "is" the breach as far the story's concerned, is saskia. and midst is saskia's HOME! she built the black candle with her own two hands (metaphorically, at the very least), she LOVES it there and she loves those people :( and if we take kozma's story at face value, she just threw the "centerpoint" (according to imelda) of her own operation entirely under the bus and endangered the lives not only of innocent people but also of a bunch of her own operatives without their knowledge just to destabilize the trust and frankly that makes me kind of hope she IS telling the truth simply because that's the kind of betrayal i find absolutely delicious,

[arolesbianism]

Tiphereth suppression finally complete babeyyyy

[greeniegirl23]

Spilled Ink!! 🔏: Alastor x Reader NSFW!

(Minors DNI! Go clean your sneakers! >:(

Mentions: NSFW/ Overstimulation/ Begging/ Alastor having Dom energy/ Fucking Stupid - Stupid Fucking)

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Honestly, you're not too sure how it even happened. One moment you were reading a book in your room until Alastor came knocking, resulting in you both getting into a fuzz about his ability to snap stuff to fruition as he pleased, so why did he need to pester you and take your very high quality, very expensive ink.

You had to remind him that you worked for a living and he even tried to intimate it out of you by informing you that his day had been very trying. You were only supposed to tell him to go to double hell and slam the door in his face, that's all!

But before you could, he tried to snatch it off of your desk, resulting in a tussle and the ink to go flying on both of your clothes. Things got blurry for a second, but you remember blinking and be sat square in his lap with his length nestled in the deepest crevices of your body.

Your back was facing his as he pressed kisses to your neck, leaving bitmarks and hickies in the junction of your shoulder. The robe you wore was drooping down, giving him room to paint your body with his affection and leaving one of your breasts exposed to the warm air of the room.

Darkness caused your senses to be dialed up to eleven. You couldn't see a thing except for the soft crimson glow of his eyes out of your peripherals. Long slender fingers snuck themselves under your robe, a hand caressed your curves before setting on your stomach to feel the small bulge that was there. He had to admit, his chest swelled with pride as he felt himself through your body. Resting peacefully and warm, just how he liked it.

The other hand cradled your head as you leaned back on him for support. Hot tears traced down your face and over his fingers; he felt so good but it wasn't enough to dismiss the burn that ached in your core.

You thanked God that he allowed you to adjust. You tried to tell him he wouldn't fit, you really did but he wouldn't listen. Instead, he hushed you with sweet nothings into your ear. Wiping your tears with something disguised as love as he breached your entrance and pushed your body past it's limits.

Even when you shrieked in discomfort, he held you by your chin and kissed your forehead. “Shhh, relax darling.” He cooed. “I said I'd take care of you and I am a man of my word, but I have to get in somehow.” He said in a sing-song like voice, half dressed and disheveled.

Your claws shredded his clothing as he pushed inch, after agonizing inch into your tight heat. Kissing away your tears until he managed to fit all of himself inside you.

That had been about five minutes ago and you could tell he was starting to get impatient. Clicks and chirps from his internal radio grew in frequency, pressing his nose into your skin to inhale your sweet scent, and shallowly bucking his hips.

The soft clicking sound from where you were intertwined made your walls pulse around him, causing him to moan softly into your ear. The initial sound was so lewd and frankly embarrassing, but your body responded to it like a beautiful symphony.

Pretty soon his hips found a steady pace within you, using his powers to restrain your hands behind your back while his own moved to grip the fat of your curves. Soft clicks turned into soft slapping, quiet moans transitioned into something straight up pornographic.

He was so fucking big to the point where your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Each nudge to your cervix made you wanna cry but you were swimming in pleasure as he brought you closer and closer to a release.

Alastor huffed and puffed in your ear, letting out genuine moans that you were deemed worthy enough to hear. Whispering and whimpering your name into his kisses, the sharpness of his claws pierced your skin in a delicious manner as he picked up the pace.

You were hugging him so tightly, pulsing around him with a vice-like grip, and giving him the most intimate of cockrings straight from the heart of your core.

It didn't take long until you were begging for mercy. Begging for him to slow down because you just couldn't take him in his entirety. Everything was too much, he was too big, you were too close! Fuck! You were gonna!-

Alastor supported your body as you convulsed almost violently against him. Even as you screamed his name, as tears fell down the apples of your cheek, he still kept his pace up. Bullying your poor pussy despite your tightness trying to force him out so you could breathe for a damn second!

“Stop resisting..” He growled, fucking you seven ways to Sunday through your sensitivity. “You can take it darlin’”

You wanted to scream, but your voice was too hoarse from earlier. “I can’t!” You stuttered out. The tip of his length was hitting your g-spot so good it made your toes curl and your eyes cross.

“Just a bit more..!” He begged, fighting his Southern drawl as you pulsed around him again. He was so close but it wasn't enough, he needed more.

In a swift motion, Alastor had pulled out and threw you on your back. Shredding off your robe into nothing but tatters of fabric, he folded your knees back to reach your ears and plunged himself back into your heat.

The bundle of nerves between your body had grown puffy, your walls had grown weary of Alastor's torment. Every thrust had him practically shifting your insides around while the bulge from before was now more prominent given the new position.

In a desperate attempt, you stuck out your hands against his stomach with your palms flat. “..Slow down!”

Needless to say that didn't work, because in five seconds flat your wrists were chained by the commanding snap of his fingers, and placed around his neck so you couldn't move them.

“Know your place little girl..” He hissed. Extremely irritated that you'd dare interrupt him, much less demand him to do anything all in the same sentence.

As punishment, he buried his face into your neck as his body grew a bit in size. Just around his pelvic area of course, sending straight jolts of pain through your body as his thrust were even more forceful than before.

“AH! M’SorryM’Sorry!!!” You quickly apologized, while tuging at the restraints. Hoping that he'd forgive you because if not, you wouldn't be walking anywhere for a very long time.

“Too late darlin..’” His body curled itself over top of your smaller one, forcing you into more of a ball and somehow sending him deeper. You screamed profanities, struggled against your restraints, and begged for his forgiveness but it was no use.

He fucked you mercilessly, the kind of sex that could make you fall in love with even your most hated enemy. A second release was coming up on you fast, as you let out all sorts of sounds through gritted teeth and Alastor got lost in his own pool of ecstasy. It was almost impressive that he was fucking both of you into stupidity.

“Keep beggin’ like that cher, n’ you'll drive a man mad..” He whispered with a thick static lacing his tone.

“Al please, I can't take it!” You cried, only for him to kiss your cheek in comfort. “S’all most over Sweetheart, it's almost over…” Slowly his hand crept down between your bodies and began to give some attention to the bundle of nerves that had been neglected for some time now.

“Alastor, wait!-” He slammed his lips against your own as you pleaded between kisses, forced to take his onslaughts because he had ceased your every way to move. It didn't take long before your orgasm hit you like a eighteen wheeler, your body locked up so badly you caught a cramp in your thigh.

Wailing against his lips, Alastor took the opportunity to fuck his last bits of strength into you before his own realese finally finally came.

His antlers sprouted high enough to scrape the ceiling, claws tore the couch stuffing in his office to mere tatters as the internal radio within him flipped through what sounded like a thousand stations all at once. His moans were intangible, thick, and distorted into a language you couldn't understand as he pumped thick ropes of his seed directly into your body. Filling you up to the point of overflowing as the buzz from the best fucking sex of your existence begin to settle in. His lips fought to stay stuck in yours, to soothe your cries as he cradled your body and muttered "I've got you cher, I'm right here." against your lips. The occasional profanity slipping out here and there from your body sucking him dry.

It took awhile for Alastor to remove himself, taking a second to observe his handiwork on your body and to also appreciate the white substance that leaked from your fountain of intimacy. Snapping away your restraints, he helped you sit up as best you could without wabbling and placed his trademark tailcoat over your shoulders, even securing it with his bowtie as he dressed himself properly.

“You can keep that for now, I'll purchase you a new robe from Rosie's sometime this week.”

In silence you sat as his finished straightening his clothes and grabbing the pen ink that he originally bothered you for in the first place.

“Don't worry about walking for the next few days, I'll have my shadows set up space for you in my room and if anyone asks I'll tell them you've come down with a fever.”

“I'm sorry.” You waved your hand in a circle. “You think you can walk into my room and pick a fight with me over ink that you could have snapped into reality by yourself, bang me like a screen door during a hurricane, and then expect me to take recovery in your chambers?!”

“Yes.” He said with a smile, cocky and condescending. “I did quite a number on you my dear, you're going to need some special attention for a while.”

“Uh, fuck you. I can take care of myself just fine.”

“Really now?” He smirked, placing a hand on his hip with the sass of a middle aged woman. “Stand up and walk.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me, darling I didn't screw you daft." He raised an eyebrow and looked down on you with a dark expression, grinning big enough to split his face in two.

"Walk.."

With an irritated twitch in your eye, you shuffled to the edge of the couch and stood up, taking a cautious step forward before a strike of pain knocked on the door of your brain, resulting in you limping forward and falling before you could even hit a second step. Luckily, Alastor's lanky arms were there to catch you as you curled in on yourself from the excruciating cramps that were blossoming in your stomach.

“The fuck did you do to me?” You groaned. “Ughh, it feels like I just got hit with my cycle!"

A smarmy chuckle left his lips as he fixed you bridal style in his arms. “That would be the bruising of your cervix settling in, hence why you're going to need my care for a bit. I've got some remedies from my time up above that should aid in easing the issue.”

Hissing from his purposely uncareful movements, you fought the urge to stretch him. “You motherfucker..”

He snorted as he carried you into his room in the dark of the hotel. “I'd hardly refer to myself as such a thing, however if we do have little hellspawns, twelve would do nicely, I suppose then that name would become a more applicable title. ”

“Twelve what?! Are you insane?!"

He shrugged. "Go big or go home Darling!"

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

hiii Can you do Sae byeok x fem reader Where she leaves you with a lot of hickey on your neck, chest, back and jaw. And readers brother deok su is not Happy about it. The next morning he goes to wake you up and thinks that Sae byeok went home but then he sees you and Sae byeok cuddleing 😰. Lets say his Day was not going to be Good at All. He also finds you two making out (french kissing😏) and seeing you two hugging with Sae byeoks hands up your shirt or under you pants at the hip. He scolds the both of you but Sae byeok is not going to stop lmao.

THANK YOU SO MUCH AND SORRY IF ITS KINDA LONG DONT MIND THAT BUT HAVE A GOOD DAY OR NIGHT!

fem!plus size reader, wc: 579.

a/n: hihi!! i love clingy sae-byeok so bad you don't understand, but! i left out the kissing part because the fic flowed through me, and there was no space for it, i hope that's okay :] this is equal amount silly as it is fluffy with that 0.00001% bit of smut!!

cw! smutty in the beginning but nothing really happens!

Miniature giggles escape your mouth as you run your fingers through Sae-byeok’s cropped hair.

“Sae!” You giggle at the feeling of her spit soaked lips trailing the sensitive skin of your neck.

You’re not sure how bad the damage is, because she’s been handsy all night; grabbing at the meat of your thigh, or stroking your cushioned jaw. She’s placed a few nibbles here and there, and you’d wince when she’d suck a particularly large bruise on your body.

“That tickles!” Your laugh quickly turns into a moan when she latches onto the skin between your jaw and ear. 

You’re already on your back when the tips of her fingers breach the hem of your shorts, the promise of touching you sending an electric shiver running up your spine. “Sae-byeok…” You whine. 

Just as she’s about to slither her way into your damp panties, you’re interrupted by three sharp pounds delivered to your - locked - bedroom door.

“Hey! Wrap it up in there!” There’s disgust weaved in your older brother’s voice. 

You sigh in frustration, slamming your head down on the pillow gently with a pout. Sae-byeok had already removed herself from your body, her own propped up by balancing the side of her head on her fist.

You nibble on your lip as you look at her. “Stay the night?” You ask hopefully. The corner of her mouth twitches, threatening a smile. “Sure.”

One thing about Deok-su, is that he is not an early riser, and there’s a lot of things that could ruin his morning; an alarm going off outside, a slam of a bowl here, a closing of a fridge there, and yet how come seeing Sae-byeok wrapped around you top everything else?

The both of you are sleepy, and he’s sure he doesn’t wanna know why. The girl is practically pasted to your back, her head buried in your shoulder as one of her hands disappear into the front of your shirt as well as in your pants; the imprint of her arm lazily gripping your hip causing him to scowl.

“I let you live here rent free and this is what you do to me?” Deok-su grumbles in irritation.

Sae-byeok doesn’t even bother to respond, but you tear your bleary eyes away from the slow cooking pancake in front of you. 

“I’m making pancakes. Does that help?” You yawned, and as he went to respond, he notices the pattern of purples and reds littering your neck. “Fucking hell!” He swears. “No. It doesn’t.”

“You’re always complaining about something.” Comes from a tired Sae-byeok. 

Deok-su’s glare finds her, and you’re sure she can feel the sheer heat of it, but she just simply doesn’t care. “You shouldn’t even be here. I thought you went home.” He bites back.

“You already know she was going to ask me to stay over. Don’t act naive.” She continues to chide. The vein in Deok-su’s forehead threatens to burst, but you break it up before it happens.

“Listen, she’ll leave after breakfast, because she has to see her brother, anyway.” You interrupt, “And quite frankly, it’s too early for this. So, you get your pancake and go that way, and Sae and I will take ours back to my room, deal?”

He seemed to be at war for himself before sighing. Loudly. Storming over to the coffee pot and dramatically making a show of pouring it into a mug.

“I never want to see this shit again.” “Yeah, yeah, go.”

[wee-larceny]

Time to Orbit: Unknown liveblog Chapters 011-020

Chapters 001-010">Chapters 001-010

So recently I've been reading Time to Orbit: Unknown by @derinthescarletpescatarian who may or may not appreciate being tagged in this thing again; a sci-fi mystery you've probably heard about if you're on this webbed site. I am definitely having Thoughts about it, so I'm abandoning my uncomfortably long post for a shiny new one, and also grabbing the opportunity to organise some of those thoughts; we have 180+ chapters and any minor detail might be key. It's only getting more complicated, so let us go through unanswered questions and assorted fuckery. Mysterious, frankly bizarre, and/or outright shady behaviour exhibited by characters:

Captain Joshua Reimann: grabbed an axe and started attacking the walls. Wrecked CR1 and his own arm in the process. Died of an untreated infection. Science Officer Claire Rynn-Hatson, possibly also Science Officer Mohammed Aziz and/or Maintenance Officer Ash Dornae: did some sort of experiment involving dangerous chemicals: the experiment ended in disaster killing Rynn-Hatson on the spot and Aziz&Dornae later due to poisoning. The experiment was conducted for unknown reasons despite the lack of any available medical professionals. Captain Kinoshita Keiko: did not authorise the jettisoning of CR1 even though it cut more than half the crew off from her and made it impossible to turn fore engines on from her position. To be fair it's kind of understandable considering the number of people in there. She also died trying to move a giant, heavy crate of protein bars for some reason. Engineer Leilea Arc Hess: spilled coffee all over a keyboard and didn't clean it up. Also kept a physical calendar even though I don't think you need the AI for the calendar or timed reminders to work. The ship's AI: so many things. Didn't wake any new crewmembers when the deaths started; didn't decrease "gravity" or do anything else to save Captain Kinoshita; woke Aspen and Aspen alone when the fore engines needed turned on; needed Aspen to identify by chip even though it was the one that woke them up just a bit ago, who the fuck else would they be; is definitely lying about CR1; is definitely acting outside its parameters; other stuff probably. The organisation that sent them up here in the first place: doesn't allow personal effects which is comic-book villain behaviour. Also made the AI. Doctor Aspen Greaves: upset the bees.

My questions at this point: Why did Captain Reimann try to damage the ship? I've read Solaris, I know that sci-fi characters don't just go crazy for no reason. Why did no one treat Captain Reimann's wounds? Whose body is missing and where is it? There were only three frozen corpses for four potential dead people in the back of the ship. What is in CR1? How did the 120-something people die there? If a guy with an axe in the process of being subdued can actually cause a hull breach then that's not a spaceship I'd like to travel on. When and why was CR1 locked ? We know when it was damaged but not when it was password-locked. Which captain did it? Riemann probably didn't have the opportunity (it was still open during his rampage and I sure wouldn't have allowed him computer access after.) If it was Kinoshita, why? Why didn't the two halves of the crew reestablish contact? What killed the people at the front of the ship? What's up with the disgusting air filer? What was the experiment that killed three members of the crew? Why can't the new captain override the previous one's orders? Captain locks a door, dies, door is locked forever. That's just bad design. How did the aft engines get irreparably damaged? What happened when the ship lurched sideways? It can't have been just the rotations slowing, because that would decrease gravity unless there's a complicated science reason as to why it doesn't. There can't be a complicated science reason because Derin explains those immediately. Did the crew keep logs? If yes, read them. Current suspects:

Captain Reimann: convenient scapegoat but probably not the root of the problems. The AI: could be. Computers sometimes do stupid shit. My company had to change one of their domains once because a widely used cybersecurity AI decided that we're a phishing scam pretending to be ourselves and wouldn't let the programmers whitelist us. The organisation that launched the Courageous, whatever their name is: programmed the AI. Aspen: no, that's stupid.

[multi-stays]

Make You Mine

Paring: Omega!LeeKnow/Alpha!FemReader

Genre: 18+ Smut/Hybrid AU

Summary: Another boring day at school soon takes a turn when the new student steps in, turning heads with her Alpha scent.

Note: A Smut collab with @inkandtension

✨💜Warnings under the cut💜✨

Warnings: rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, pet names(good girl, Baby), dirty talk, knotting, making out, French kissing

Minho wasn’t sure what to expect when the teacher announced they’d have a new student joining their class. Honestly, nothing good ever came from those announcements. It was either someone who’d instantly become a teacher’s pet, or someone who’d break the curve on every test. The murmurs among his classmates were just as chaotic as usual:

“Is it an omega?” whispered one girl, clutching her notebook like the mere idea of another omega might shatter her fragile dreams.

“Maybe another Iota?” chimed in a guy from the back.

“Do you think they’ll be hot?” asked another, leaning so far forward in their desk that Minho feared they might actually slide off. Priorities, apparently, were alive and well in this room.

Minho sighed, staring at his notebook and twirling his pen like a bored drummer. Why did everyone always act like this was a game of “Guess the Newbie”? What were they expecting? That the door would burst open and some sparkling creature would walk in, tossing their hair? Reality was far less exciting. It was probably just another Kappa with a questionable sense of humor or an omega with an even more questionable haircut.

The highest rank to ever exist in the building is an epsilon, Seungmin.

But Minho didn’t care. He was far more invested in perfecting the little doodle of a disgruntled cat in the margins of his notebook than in yet another transfer student who’d probably cause a minor riot for a week and then vanish into the gray blur of mediocrity. He’d seen it all before: the hushed whispers, the speculative stares, the over-the-top introductions. It was always the same routine, and frankly, he wasn’t interested.

That was until you walked in.

The moment the door creaked open, it was as if someone had flipped a switch. The shift in the air was immediate, sharp, almost electric. Conversations screeched to a halt mid-sentence. Pencils froze mid-scribble. Even the class’s notorious gum-chewer accidentally swallowed it down.

Minho, still blissfully immersed in giving his cat doodle the perfect grumpy expression, barely registered the collective intake of breath around him. Then it hit him—the scent.

He blinked.

But every step you took radiated an energy that screamed, "Yes, I’m the main character, and yes, you’re all extras."

Your gaze swept the room, scanning the sea of wide-eyed faces, ranging from shock to something bordering on fear, some confused. Maybe this was what you got for walking into a room of alpha-scent-deprived omegas and humans—a cocktail of curiosity, unease, and outright fascination brewing in the air. It wasn’t entirely your fault; the odds of encountering anyone outside the standard rankings here were slim to none.

This place was the catch—a strange little bubble where no other rankings, except for the occasional omega and a handful of kappas, existed for miles. If you were lucky, you might stumble across two or three iotas or epsilon types in the wild, like rare birds someone whispered about but never actually saw. This wasn’t just a school; it was the breach, a shaky middle ground between werewolf instincts and human normalcy.

And here you were, freshly thrust into the mix, a human (used to be) and newly turned, still figuring out what that even meant. Adjusting wasn’t exactly your strong suit, especially with instincts that swung between “protect everyone” and “don’t touch me, I’ll fucking pluck your eyes.” The city was too much—too loud, too crowded, too full of conflicting scents that tangled up in your brain and made every second feel like a fight to breathe.

So you’d come here, to this quiet pocket of nowhere, hoping for something simpler. But the stares around you said this wasn’t going to be simple at all.

But what really made Minho’s pen falter mid-stroke was the scent rolling off you. It wasn’t the typical “oh, I’m new and slightly nervous” smell that transfer students wore like an awkward cologne. No, this was different. This was like a summer storm breaking through a stifling heatwave—sharp, invigorating, and impossible to ignore.

“An alpha,” someone whispered, as if the word itself might summon divine intervention.

Minho slowly looked up, and his eyes met yours. He told himself the clench in his stomach was just hunger. Or indigestion. Or maybe his body’s reaction to realizing that, for once, this might not just be another forgettable week.

“Sit wherever there’s space."

Your gaze settled on the middle row, right before the doodling guy. There, two boys sat next to each other—one, a kappa who looked nonchalantly at his notebook, and the other, an omega. His fluffy brown hair framed his soft features, and he had the kind of face that could light up a room.

Instinct kicked in, and you moved toward them. Every step closer made the omega’s scent more vivid—sweet, with a hint of vanilla.

Stopping beside the kappa, you tilted your head.

“Move,” you said, voice steady but not unkind.

The guy blinked at you, then at the omega beside him, before grabbing his things and relocating without a word. You slid into the seat, your presence filling the space as you set your bag on the floor and leaned slightly toward the omega.

“Hi,” you said with a small smile, voice low but friendly.

His eyes—round, wide, and startled—met yours. His scent spiked, sugary sweetness intensifying as his lips parted slightly. “H-Hi…” he stammered, voice barely above a whisper.

It took you a second to realize that his cheeks were flushed, his breaths coming faster, pupils blown wide. Then it hit you—the telltale signs of an omega thrown into a sudden rut.

The boy’s fingers gripped the edge of his desk as he looked away, clearly trying to compose himself. “I—I need to go,” he muttered quickly, standing and nearly stumbling as he hurried out of the classroom.

The teacher paused mid-sentence, eyebrows raised, but didn’t stop him. Omegas in rut weren’t uncommon, after all.

Before you could think too much about it, someone sitting behind you leaned forward. “You’ve got some presence,” they whispered.

You turned to see another omega—this one with dark, sharp eyes and a slightly annoyed expression. His scent was more subtle than the first omega’s, but it still carried an unmistakable undercurrent of tension.

“Did you have to pick his seat?” he asked, his tone almost accusatory.

“What do you mean?”

The boy scoffed lightly. “Jisung’s sensitive. You sitting there just flipped his whole system upside down, it’s his first time sensing an alpha, everyone told him it’s so good and he didn’t believe it”

“Is that so?” you mused, a smirk tugging at your lips, noting his name in your head, cute. “And you? Are you about to run out of here too?”

“If you’re going to keep sitting there,” he said, his voice steady but his scent betraying him again, “don’t think you’ll get to me that easily.”

You leaned back in your seat, amused. “What’s your name?”

“Minho,” he said. “And don’t think you’re all that just because you made him run out.”

Your grin widened. “I’ll take that as a challenge.”

Minho narrowed his eyes but didn’t respond. From the corner of your eye, you saw him fidgeting slightly, his scent wavering like he was trying not to be affected by you.

Jisung was still nowhere to be seen when the bell rang. Minho stood, grabbing his bag, and paused beside you.

“If you really want to cause chaos, keep sitting there,” he said, lips twitching into a half-smile. “Just don’t be surprised if the rest of the omegas around here can’t handle you.”

You tilted your head, watching him leave.

The next day, the energy in the classroom was electric. Whispers filled the air as students leaned into each other, exchanging glances and hushed remarks. The focus of their chatter? You.

“She’s the only alpha in the whole school,” one girl murmured, her eyes flicking to Jisung, who sat slouched in his seat, face burning red.

“Bet she smelled Jisung’s rut yesterday,” a guy teased, grinning.

“Leave me alone,” Jisung muttered, sinking lower in his chair. His scent spiked slightly, a mix of embarrassment and lingering arousal, which only made the others laugh harder.

“Relax, Jisung,” another boy said, smirking. “Maybe she likes you. She did choose to sit next to you.”

“Shut up!” Jisung snapped, voice cracking, which only made the teasing worse.

Minho, who sat a behind, clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Would you all stop acting like pups? It’s pathetic,” he said, his sharp tone silencing most of the group.

But even Minho couldn’t completely hide the tension in his scent, a subtle undercurrent of something heated and restrained.

Before anyone could reply, the door opened, and the room instantly fell silent. Your scent hit them first—a commanding presence that rippled through the air like a shockwave. Omegas and betas alike straightened in their seats, their teasing forgotten as they instinctively lowered their gazes. Even Minho stiffened, his fingers curling slightly around the edge of his desk.

You walked in with the same confidence as the day before, your sharp gaze scanning the room before settling on your seat beside Jisung. You offered him a faint smile as you sat down, and he practically choked on his own breath, fumbling to look anywhere but at you.

The tension in the room was palpable, and you could feel it—the way every gaze lingered, every breath hitched. It wasn’t just curiosity; it was instinctual. They couldn’t help it.

A moment later, the teacher walked in—a middle-aged omega woman whose scent was laced with the faintest trace of nerves. She cleared her throat, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on you. For a brief second, her scent wavered, and you caught it—a mix of apprehension and something else she quickly suppressed.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice a little too tight as she began calling attendance.

When she got to your name, she hesitated, glancing up at you before quickly moving on. It was subtle, but everyone noticed.

By the third day, the classroom dynamics had started to shift. Initially, everyone had been on edge around you, their instincts hyper aware of your alpha presence. But you made an effort to be approachable—smiling at your classmates, helping pick up dropped notebooks, and even laughing at their jokes. Slowly, the tension eased, and people started to warm up to you.

Even Jisung, who had been a nervous wreck at first, now managed to talk to you without tripping over his words. “You’re surprisingly chill for an alpha,” he said one afternoon, offering you a shy grin.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, raising an eyebrow but grinning back.

“Just…you’re nice,” he said, cheeks tinting pink. “Like, you don’t act like you’re better than everyone.”

“Why would I?” you replied with a shrug. “I mean, sure, I’m an alpha, but that doesn’t make me more important than anyone else.”

Your casual attitude quickly became a topic of conversation. People in the class started to joke about how “cool” you were for an alpha, and some of the braver students—especially the omegas—began to test the limits of your friendliness.

One afternoon, as you were talking to Jisung and Minho, a group of omega girls approached. They giggled among themselves, their scents sugary and playful, as one of them leaned a little too close.

“You smell really good,” she said, her voice soft and sweet.

You blinked at her, caught off guard. “Uh, thanks?”

Another girl chimed in, her tone teasing. “Can we…smell you? Like, just a little? You’re an alpha, after all.”

You hesitated, glancing at Jisung and Minho. Jisung’s face was bright red, his scent spiking with embarrassment, while Minho rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath.

“Um, sure?” you said, scratching the back of your neck. “If it makes you happy.”

The girls squealed in delight, leaning in closer. One of them brushed her shoulder against yours, while another pretended to adjust your collar, her fingers lingering a little too long. You couldn’t help but laugh nervously, unsure of how to handle the sudden attention.

“Wow,” one of them said dreamily, inhaling deeply. “No wonder everyone’s obsessed with you.”

Minho let out an exasperated sigh. “You’re letting them take advantage of you,” he muttered, loud enough for you to hear.

“They’re just curious,” you replied, glancing over your shoulder at him.

“Curious, my ass,” he shot back, his sharp gaze cutting to the girls. “They’re practically rubbing themselves on you.”

At his words, one of the girls giggled, leaning even closer to you. “Don’t be jealous, Minho,” she teased, her tone playful.

“I’m not,” he snapped, his cheeks faintly pink.

The tension in the room shifted slightly, and you decided it was time to put an end to the situation. Standing, you stepped back, creating a little space between yourself and the girls. “Okay, that’s enough sniffing for one day,” you said, laughing lightly to keep the mood relaxed.

The girls pouted but didn’t push further, returning to their seats with lingering smiles.

As you sat back down, Minho leaned forward, his voice low. “You’re too nice for your own good.”

“I’m just trying to make friends,” you replied with a shrug.

“Friends don’t grope each other,” he muttered, his scent spiking slightly with irritation.

You smirked, leaning your chin on your hand as you looked at him. “Oh, really? What about you and Jisung?”

Minho froze, his expression shifting into something between horror and indignation. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re always smacking him on the butt,” you said, your grin widening. “Isn’t that technically groping?”

Jisung nearly choked on his drink, bursting into laughter as Minho’s ears turned pink. “She’s got you there,” Jisung wheezed.

Jisung leaned closer to you, still giggling. “Welcome to the group,” he said.

“Thanks,” you replied, grinning. “I think I’m going to like it here.”

Minho took a bite of his sandwich, trying to ignore the low hum of tension in the air as the other students filtered through the cafeteria.

"Hey, you," a voice broke through his thoughts.

He turned to see a girl standing in front of you, holding her tray with a friendly smile. She was one of the more outgoing girls from their class, known for her habit of striking up conversations with just about anyone. Her omega scent was subtle but noticeable in the sea of mixed smells.

“Hey, um… you. I was wondering if you’d like to come to the sauna with the girls after school?” She asked, almost nervously, glancing around to make sure no one was listening too closely. “We all thought it’d be fun, you know, a little bonding time. Plus, I heard you’re new here, and we’d love to have you join.”

The other girls sitting around the table exchanged glances, some of them clearly waiting for your response with bated breath. It wasn’t unusual for the omega girls to invite new students to these kinds of social gatherings, but there was something about this particular invitation that felt a little more… deliberate. The scent of the group shifted slightly as the girls around her leaned forward, hoping to gauge your reaction.

Minho glanced at you from the corner of his eye, still chewing his sandwich but now far more aware of the situation than before. He had to admit, the idea of a group sauna sounded strange to him. He knew the way omegas could act when they were in groups—clustering around an alpha like they were about to do something they couldn’t do alone.

Would you go? Minho wondered. Something about it seemed off to him, and he wasn’t sure whether he should just ignore it or step in.

You glanced up at the girl, the faintest smile tugging at your lips as you assessed the situation. The air around you was thick with anticipation, the other girls practically holding their breath, eager to hear what you’d say.

You let the silence hang for a moment, letting the tension build, before you tilted your head slightly and said, “A sauna, huh? Sounds fun... but I think I’ll pass.”

The girl blinked, taken aback by your response, her hopeful expression faltering for a moment. You could practically see the other girls' shoulders slump in disappointment, the air around them deflating.

The girl who had asked you stepped back, her cheeks flushed with a mix of confusion and slight embarrassment. "Oh… okay, no worries!" she stammered before turning to leave, her friends quickly following suit.

...

A few months had passed since you’d first joined the class, and Minho had started to get used to your presence. It was strange how you could throw the entire class into a whirlwind just by walking into a room. The scent of an alpha—strong and commanding—had made everyone on edge at first. But as time went on, he found himself becoming more accustomed to it.

However, for the past three days, you hadn’t shown up.

Everyone noticed, of course.

The usual buzz of chatter and whispers had been a little quieter without you there.

For those three days, Minho sat beside Jisung. It wasn’t like you to just skip class, so naturally, they both worried. What happened? Was she sick? Something else? Minho couldn’t help but feel a nagging concern in the pit of his stomach.

As they were leaving school together, Jisung, who had been unusually quiet that day, turned to Minho.

“Do you think we left something under the desk?” he asked.

“In case we forgot something.”

Minho shrugged and crouched down beside the desk. He slipped his hand under the desk, feeling around.

He paused when his fingers brushed against something soft. A cloth. A handkerchief, to be exact.

Without saying a word, Minho pulled it out and tucked it into his pocket.

“Nothing there,” he said casually, trying to mask the odd sense of familiarity he felt as he looked at the handkerchief. Something about it seemed like it belonged. Something about it felt... personal.

Later, when Minho was alone at home, his thoughts wandered back to the handkerchief. His curiosity got the best of him, and he took it out, smelling it. The soft fabric had a faint trace of your scent—your unique, unmistakable alpha scent was strong enough to intoxicate him.

“Hey Minho, sorry I’ve been missing the past few days. I’m kind of... out of it. Could you bring me some mango juice? I’m craving it right now.”

Minho blinked, staring at the screen. There was something off about the message, something that triggered a sudden awareness in him. He knew you weren’t just sick—you weren’t the type to let something like that keep you down for long.

Before he could stop himself, he was already typing a reply.

“Of course, I’ll bring it to you.”

He didn’t tell Jisung. There was no need to explain, not when he wasn’t sure how to even explain his own feelings. You hadn’t shared much with him about your personal life, and he certainly didn’t know much about your habits—besides the scent of an alpha that always seemed to hang around you. The idea of running errands for you wasn’t a big deal... but there was something about the request that felt different now, more urgent.

After school, Minho found himself standing in front of your house, the mango juice clutched in his hand, his mind racing. This wasn’t the first time he’d done something for you. But this time felt different.

He hesitated before knocking. When you opened the door, his senses were hit by a wave of your scent—sharp, heady, and overwhelmingly potent. It hit him like a physical force, almost suffocating in its intensity. It wasn’t just the usual traces of you—this was something entirely different. Something raw, primal, and undeniably irresistible.

His breath hitched in his throat as the scent wrapped around him, clinging to the air like an invisible thread pulling him closer to you. His heart rate quickened, his body reacting to the overwhelming sensation. He hadn’t been prepared for this, hadn’t anticipated just how much your presence would affect him in this state.

You stood there, still slightly flushed, watching him with those eyes of yours—eyes that were both distant and yearning. Minho’s body tensed, caught between wanting to retreat and feeling like he couldn’t move away. It wasn’t like he could just turn and leave; the guilt, the helplessness in your voice, made it impossible to just walk out.

“Minho?” you asked softly, and that was enough to bring him back from the haze the scent had cast over him.

There was a sheen of sweat on your forehead, and your eyes, usually sharp and focused, were clouded with something else.

“I… I’m sorry,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, trembling slightly. “I didn’t want to burden you, but I’m in heat. I didn’t know who else to ask.”

Minho's knees buckled and his mind went foggy, unable to put together a sentence let alone a word. With the look Minho gave, you started to have second thoughts, perhaps this wasn't such a good idea after all. “I'm sorry, I can see your uncomfortable. You can leave” you said with a heavy sigh “Thanks for the juice tho.”

“N-no no no it's fine, girls walk around school in heat all the time,” but none of them were Alphas, none of them smelled as powerful and overwhelming as you.

“Do you want to come in then?” you asked, trying your best to still look friendly despite the situation. Minho knew it was a bad idea, didn't know if he could control himself. He'd never been in the presence of an Alpha in heat. He was still just now getting used to being with an Alpha period.

“Uhh, sure I'll come in,” he blurted out. He didn't mean to say yes but it was too late, from then on his fate was sealed.

Once inside Minho was scared to move, everything smelled like you and his mind was still racing a thousand thoughts a second. You shuffled your way around him and sat down on your couch, opening the small drink to take a sip.

“You can sit down, you look weird just standing there,” you said patting the seat beside you.

Instinctually, Minho darted to the seat beside you, unable to control his movements and completely lost in your scent.

Minho sat down on the couch half confidently, but you could smell the nervousness under everything else. His pinky finger slid to yours causing you to look up at him, with those eyes of yours.

The moment lasted for what seemed like forever, the two of you staring at each other. His face plastered with a half-smirk, yours blank trying to read what your next move should be.

“So whatcha wanna do?” you said, devilishly placing your hand on his thigh.

The nervous in Minho smelled faint now, with his hot gaze never leaving your body. He was looking you up and down like some nude magazine and you were loving it.

“Can I be honest?” he said raising an eyebrow. All scent of Minho left the room, that sweet smell you came to love just left and was replaced with something else. What, you couldn't put your finger on but it smelled good.

“Honesty is the best in a relationship right? No matter the context.”

Minho grabbed your hand and began tracing small circles on your palm, delicately his skin brushed against yours, as he continued.

“I want you,” he said, leaning in so close his nose almost touched you. “I want to touch you, smell you, be with you, and quite frankly be in you. You have to feel something or you wouldn't have invited me over tonight, right?”

He tilted his head like he was asking a question, he obviously knew the answer to and you knew just how to respond.

“Challenge complete Minho,” you said looking down with a smirk at the bulge that was now forming in his pants.

Minho didn't mind your words or expression, almost as if he couldn't hear you. He scooted closer and placed his hand on your neck, pulling you closer to him.

“Just relax,” he said kissing you and passionately slipping his tongue in for a taste.

You let yourself fall deeper into Minho and his seductive kiss, even though you were the Alpha, you just wanted to be touched and Minho obliged.

Sliding his hand down, he flipped your skirt up and rubbed his knuckle into your clothed cunt, deep enough to be wet with your slick.

“Fuck your already wet for me huh, such a good girl,” you moaned into his mouth, as he slid your panties to the side and dipped two fingers in, stretching you open in preparation for his cock.

Slowly you rocked your hips, grinding your clit into Minho's hand as you became desperate for friction. “Want me, want my cock in your wet pussy do ya Baby?” he asked, putting your hand in his pants. You wrapped your fingers around his hard shaft and muttered a soft “please” in his ear.

Your whispers sent shivers down Minho’s spine, as you slowly pumped his penis that was now leaking with precum.

“Wanna fill me up?” you whispered, licking his ear trying to entice him. Quickly you learned you didn't need to.

Low growls started pouring out of Minho as he laid your head down on the couch and swiftly whipped his cock out of his pants.

He hoisted your legs up and lined his tip up with your soaking hole. The sight of Minho’s veiny cock, hard and twitching just for you, was enough to send you over the edge right there, until he pushed in.

Putting his hands on either side of you for support he pushed in hard, wasting no time trying to cum in your tight cunt.

You never had sex with an Omega before but knew, none would compare to Minho. His penis made your back arch with each deep thrust and your nails dug into the fabric of his sweater when he would drag it slowly against your spot.

The soft squelching of your slick and his cum churning in your vagina filled the room, making it feel dirtier and sexier while he fucked you.

With each fast slap of Minho’s balls against your ass was another slap of his necklace in your face, tickling you on the nose and earning a smile, despite being fucked roughly by an Omega.

Your room now smelled of sex and his soft spicy scent. No matter how much you cleaned you knew the smell would never leave, especially now with his cum dripping down your ass and onto the fabric of your couch cushion.

“Yes Baby take my pups like a good girl.”

~

You felt your orgasm crash over you as Minho’s thrusts became sloppy and your cunt even sloppier, walls fluttering and clenching around Minho.

“Fuck your so tight, can't hold on.”

His big knot stretched your hole and soon made it impossible for Minho to move any further. For an Omega, he surely had a big penis, perhaps his confidence and arrogance came from there you thought, as you were looking him in the eyes, stuck but very much where you wanted to be at that moment.

“You're so pretty,” he said placing a soft kiss on your cheek, his sweat making his dewy skin stick to yours.

“Don’t say something you don't mean Minho, it’s fine if you just wanted to fuck the Alpha of the school” you said, hoping he would correct you, hoping he would say your wrong and that he really did love you.

You swallowed your spit hard, when he spoke again.

“Don’t put words in my mouth, I really do think you're pretty and I want you to be mine.” He stared you straight in the face with his cute earnest eyes, intimidating you whilst somehow still comforting you, a mix of emotions you've never felt before, like smells that didn't match. The only thing you could blame it on was his big soft sweater against your skin as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I think you've made me yours Minho,” you said motioning to where the two of you were still connected.

“You know what I mean,” he said rolling his eyes. Leaning up you chased him into another kiss, sloppy and wet, both your lips now swollen and red from all the desperate kissing that happened just a minute ago.

“You know, for an Omega you have a great penis.”

Minho looked at you with a cute toothy smirk and pretended to whip a piece of his hair out of his face.

“You know, when I'm rutting my knot is way bigger. You plan on taking that in your tiny pussy?”

“Of course Minho, I accept the challenge.”

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[facts-i-just-made-up]

Fib Daddy how many Star Trek series are out there?

There have been over 30,000 Star Trek television shows, webisodes, movies and books over 50 years of the franchise. Here are all of them:

Star Trek

Star Trek: The Next Generation

Star Trek: Babylon 5

Star Trek: The Motion Picture

Star Trek: 8 More Motion Pictures

Star Trek: Animated With Some Respect

Galaxy Quest

There are also several horrible derivative fan works that are not canonical to the real show including:

Star Trek: Something Bad Happens To Harry Kim Weekly

Star Trek: The Film's Director Never Actually Saw Any Star Trek

Star Trek: Let's Retcon And Explain Absolutely Everything

Star Trek: Star Wars: The Force Pre-Awakens

Star Trek: Star Wars 2: The Screenwriter's 9/11 Theory

Star Trek: Star Wars 3: This One Isn't That Bad Frankly

Star Trek: Let's Retcon Absolutely Everything Again

Star Trek: At Least The TNG Cast Made More Money

Star Trek: Animated Like Fucking Family Guy

Star Trek: Animated Like The Clone Wars

Star Trek: New Worlds Of Retconning Everything Even More

There is also an upcoming show, Star Trek: 90210 from the same people who have pissed on Star Trek's grave so hard they made it spin in said grave so fast it breached the transwarp threshold and turned the writers into chubby salamanders with mustaches that left their babies in on some random planet in the Delta Quadrant.

[jewreallythinkthat]

I hate the phrase "mainstream media" it makes people sound like conspiracy theorists. As someone who works in media, as a producer and previously as a reporter, I cannot even begin to explain the hoops you have to jump through and experience you need to be allowed anywhere near journalism (at least in the UK) in professional institutions.

This isn't to say people don't have their own bias, make mistakes, or twist a story. They do, and they need to be called out for this. That being said, pretending that professional journalists are always lying to you and the only place to get truth is on things like YouTube, twitter, tiktok etc is straight up anti-intellectialism conspiracy.

Examine sources, check for known bias in a media company; put in the work to read multiple sources which have different views on a topic. Just because a company says Fact XYZ and ignores Fact ABC, it doesn't mean that XYZ isn't true.

I'm writing this thinking about the fucking insane documentary the BBC put out (and has now pulled from it's website). It should never have been aired and is a massive breach of journalistic standards. I'm certain people will lose their jobs over it (and frankly, good). That being said, no matter how connected to Hamas the narrator was, the footage of areas of Gaza reduced to rubble is something that happened. The enormous numbers of people displaced and high death toll are things that have happened. These should be intolerable things no matter what's going on because the point of things like Human Rights is that you have them because you are human and they aren't revoked when people don't like you or you do awful things.

The BBC have been, frankly, awful the past 16 months. Other than a week of semi reluctant reporting after the simchat Torah pogrom, the reporting had been hugely one sided. But that doesn't mean when they interview people hurt in an airstrike that this is a lie. It means you need to put in the effort to check other media to see if there are other facts which contextualise the situation. Innocent children being harmed is a tragedy whether or not they were caught in a crossfire or were sheltering in a place which had it's protected status revoked because Hamas turned it into a military stronghold.

The so called "mainstream media" is just the trained media and not liking them doesn't make you cool and edgy and "seeing through the propaganda" it makes you sound like someone who doesn't trust trained professionals. Being trained doesn't make you infallible and doesn't get rid of bias, what is does is make you able to be held to account.

[bangtanfanficarchive]

"how they'd take the virginity of their s/o when she's a virgin."

gosh i love your writing 💘

yes, i sure can! thank you for your service to my ask box *salutes*

NSFW BELOW THE CUT MINORS DNI

Jin

he just wants to keep it light. no stress. words of affirmation. "you're so perfect. your body is perfect." lots of giggles. sweet kisses. lots of foreplay. like...jesus, the man could spend hours with his head between your legs if you'd let him. your pleasure is of the utmost importance to him. just wants to make sure that you have an enjoyable and comfortable first time.

Namjoon

acts far too cool for school when you tell him this will be your first time. inside, though, bro is freaking the fuck out. his brain is going into overdrive trying to think of ways to make sure that you're comfortable and cared for while also making it not seem like a big deal...even though it is a big deal and...frankly, you end up having to comfort him. but the slow, gentle sex that culminates in your connected, tandem orgasms is well worth it, you both agree. once he gets over the initial first time stress, he just can't get enough of you. and you'll let him take whatever he wants.

Yoongi

lets you take the lead. he wants you on top, so that you can learn how to take your pleasure in whatever way you want. and he gets the perfect view of all of your expressions while you do just that.

Taehyung

you had told him weeks before, when things began getting serious. he hadn't forced you at any point. when it was clear that the time was upon him, though, he was dead set on making it special. i'm talking flower pedals, candles - the whole nine. it's sexy and sweet and thoughtful in a way that you're sure to not forget any time soon. he's methodical with his prep of your body, giving you at least two orgasms from a combination of his fingers and tongue before he ever considers breaching you. and when he finally does, he showers you with words or praise, kissing and sucking at your skin until you feel like you might suffocate with him.

Jungkook

it's just...so unbelievably comfortable. it's not as though he's dismissive about your virginity, when you tell him that it's your first time. he's careful with you, reverent, focused. but he doesn't treat you like glass. he's beyond eager to show you all of the ways that he wants to pleasure your body. once he starts, you better believe you're in it for the long haul. it's going to be nearly impossible to get him to stop.

[enbypotat53]

I think I've kinda been able to put my thoughts into words? I dunno, just some ramblings after Pyr0's stream because honestly hearing them sound so exhausted and stressed hit like a fucking truck and I'm feeling so conflicted right now.

I loved this show. A lot. The crew are amazing, the friends I've made are amazing, and it genuinely inspired me to make more art in the span of 3 days than I otherwise would've made in 3 months. I found comfort in finding a character I could relate to and project onto, and (as someone in the discord server put it), there's a sense of grief there that I feel guilt for experiencing? It feels so much easier to tell the crew not to blame themselves and that we'll support them, but coming from an audiences' perspective, I.. don't know how to feel. Or act. Or just.. whatever. I don't want to assume something is okay or push the boundaries of the crew just because I'm not quite ready to let go of a character from a show, and I know Khoreo said it would still be fine to continue enjoying C2BC and separate it from Cole and his actions, but.. I'm having trouble doing that? I guess in a selfish way I want to continue making fanart of a character that I genuinely fell in love with, but I also don't want to appear like I'm shoving C2BC content down the fandoms' throat whilst the emotions are still so raw. It feels too much like a breach of boundaries, but I don't know when, if ever would be an okay time to do so?

I guess now that the anger has died down I'm just devastated. I do not, and will NEVER support Cole's actions, and my heart goes out to the crew and to those affected. Regardless of whatever apology he puts out, it's not my place to decide if what he did was "okay" or "justifiable", although quite frankly it fucking wasn't. That's entirely up to the crew to decide if they forgive him or not though, but I sure as hell won't.

I suppose 3:45am has become my new "vent about my emotions" time - this isn't like my usual posts and I'm sorry for that. I usually try to keep my blog fandom-centric and away from drama as much as possible, but I've realised just how much this has affected me and I didn't want to just leave this blog hanging without a post for two weeks or whatever whilst I try to gather my thoughts. I'm probably gonna be taking a step back from posting for a little while, and I'll ultimately leave it up to you guys if I should keep making C2BC fanart and seperate it from the creator, or just leave it behind and draw from different fandoms (OSC or otherwise).

Strange, I've seen this happen so many times in other fandoms but it never feels like it's gonna happen to one you're in. This whole situation has felt like a fucking tidal wave honestly.

[a-heart-of-kyber]

Whenever anyone bitches about Reid in Proof I'm just overhere like, "I would've been worse."

I'm not gonna beat around the bush and both sides this; imo Reid had a right to his anger and JJ was in the wrong.

Whenever I see the anti Reid arguments for this episode, it's always "Reid's anger was valid, but-" and then they proceed to invalidate his anger....

Now this is very Anti JJ, and not exactly pro Emily or Hotch either, and I am not looking to be convinced otherwise. There are tags and a readmore and now a warning. If you are bothering to read this any further and you disagree... you made that choice, not me.

Starting with s6 Emily. She literally put them all in danger and Knew it. She never would’ve prepared them until Doyle did what he did despite knowing they were threatened even before meeting with Doyle. Meaning one or more of them could've died probably without even understanding why. It's only because Doyle was looking to trap her that none of them were hurt.

Now, Proof opens and we immediately find out that JJ had already been bugging Reid to hang out before the episode. Which she clearly had been doing despite her knowing he was actively avoiding her. "He hates me." Makes it clear this wasn’t a one-time ask.

Hotch then, ignoring the tension, pairs them up.

Is Reid passive-aggressive? Yep. Is his passive aggressiveness based on her (JJ's) actual actions and the breach of trust and deconstruction of character caused by those actions? Also, yes.

Not once does JJ open one of these potential conversations with "I'm sorry." Because, guess what, even things you view as Necessary and Right can genuinely Hurt People. Best way to handle it? Take Accountability for your damn actions and apologize.

Hotch takes accountability in 7x01 and the first words out of Emily's mouth are "I'm sorry."

Instead, JJ puts the onus on Reid to open up because, to JJ, she is entitled to know his feelings. To JJ, she is entitled to his forgiveness.

During their period of grief, JJ should have steered him elsewhere to grieve because she was Lying to Him. To Reid, she spent months lying to him and play acting at a grief that he perceived as mutual. That would be mortifying to discover. It'd make someone feel foolish and betrayed. It's incredibly fucked up.

Then JJ goads Reid into a fight by insulting his intelligence and essentially calling him arrogant by suggestioning this was all just the result of a bruised ego, after spending the episode clapping back instead of apologizing. Their fight's foundation is steeped in a feeling of broken trust and manipulation/betrayal on one side and righteousness on the other.

And people have the audacity to say that Reid telling the Truth is being manipulative....after literal months of JJ doing that to him. The only difference being that she was Lying.

Frankly imo, when you push for a fight by hurting someone Even More (Reid had been actively trying to leave), you do not get to play victim when their truth hurts you.

And only after that does she even think to say "I'm sorry."

Plus let's not discuss the bit of this necessary secret where no one seems to actually consider the safety of those who didn't know if Doyle came knocking. Reid, Morgan and Garcia were potential and unwitting pawns/sacrifices the entire gd time. (Rossi says he figured it out....swell.)

In 7x01, Reid wasn’t requesting reinstatement. He would've quit/taken the fall. He was at the very least considering it.

He can't be mad at Emily because she came back to life and said sorry. He can't be mad at Hotch because that's his boss, and he didn't melt down in front of him.

But JJ acted as if his forgiveness was assumed, mandatory almost. That was his Best Friend who let him drown right in front of her....again.

I would've told All of them to get fucked and ghosted because I wouldn't have been able to trust them ever again. And while I have abandonment issues, I don't have them to the extreme that Reid does. The fact that he stayed is a miracle.

[fandom-gt]

FANDOM: MCU

REQUESTED SUMMARY: ”Another continuation of the adventures of Steve in Natasha's panties!”

Previous Installment

CHARACTERS: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Secret Third Male

WARNINGS: Insertion, Unaware

COMMISSION TYPE: Full Page + 1 Add-on

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To say that the thick intruder breaching Natasha’s lips began to drag itself over Steve would be, frankly, a little too reductive to the whole experience. The reality of it felt far more chaotic and far more slow-motion than all that, and were he in charge of his own retelling, he’d say the enormity of it deserved the greater detail. Let’s back up a few seconds, then, to really appreciate poor Cap’s experience.

The world around him is dim, and it’s only due to the serum in his blood that he can see anything at all. What he can make out is basked in flesh-obstructed red lighting, painting everything in intimate and organically surreal color. As an artist, maybe he could appreciate that, if he weren’t… you know, in it.

The entire front of his body is plastered to a bundle of nerves, stuck with sticky sex like thick glue that internittently floods and attempts to drown him. The ridge he’s pressed against throbs with Natasha’s heartbeat, a quick and excited thud-thud, thud-thud, thud-thud that would bely how turned on she is, if it weren’t already abundantly clear.

And then real, white light breaches again. The closed-up wall of wet, thick, plush flesh that became impenetrable the moment she closed her legs parts effortlessly, with strings of that same slick fluid spanning like spiderwebs across the gap. While he might’ve had a fleeting, two-second nothin of trying to scurry his way out, any such thing was immediately eradicated by the sight of what began to obstruct his exit.

The thick, bulbous head of something phallic. Only the head, that’s all he can see from here; her entrance is too tight, the angle is all wrong, he’s far too small. It braces itself right at that ring of flesh, pausing, waiting, giving Steve plenty of time to feel himself consumed with dread. “No… Nat, come on, man. Don’t do this to me… Nat, don’t fuck while I’m in here, Natasha, please-”

The question about whether or not the member preparing to overtake him is real or artificial answers itself for Steve in the worst way. As though it heard him, as though taunting him or encouraged by his pleading, the shiny round head of the thing pulses once in a distinct, visible throb of lust, of heat, of excitement. He can see the beginnings of pearling precum bead at the slit, and the whole thing nudges forward just a teasing inch or two. Closer, but not yet overtaking him, as Natasha and whoever this is drag the first thrust out to a painfully suspenseful slow-motion.

“Oh, god damn it-” Steve breathes, disbelief and fatigue and bewilderment mounting in him as he stares down Natasha’s pulsing inner muscles at the steady accumulation of new fluids building on the cock below him. As if worrying about not drowning to Natasha’s body wasn’t enough, the amount of fluid this guy’s generating before they’ve even really gotten started is easily a few gallons.

If he comes- when he comes inside her, when she comes around him, Steve’s going to be absolutely drenched, trapped between two desperately clenching and throbbing organs far stronger than he is, overpowering him and virtually eliminating his ability to maneuver himself out of the flow of it all.

Shit, shit, shit- he thinks, renewing his struggle abruptly, desperate to be anywhere but the direct path of that cock, the perfect position on her g-spot where he knows it will focus. If he can get deeper inside her, deeper in her body, maybe he could-

His movements rocket through Natasha so thoroughly, her whole pussy quivers, clenching around the head of the cock at her entrance. Both Natasha and her partner gasp at the sudden spike in lust and pleasure, and the cock plunges deep and hard into her wanton pussy, slamming Steve face-first against Natasha’s bundle of nerves again.

And from that point on, there is no chance for him to crawl deeper to escape. They shift positions, gravity changes so that he’s not against a wall anymore but rather a floor, a downward force, presumably with Natasha face down so her partner can move behind her. The thick length of cock doesn’t let up during the entire transition, with a rigid line throbbing so roughly against Steve’s back, he can feel it pop in a few precarious places. He’s being smothered, crushed, pulsed into the flesh beneath him and the guy isn’t even moving properly yet. That’s just the steady pounding of blood from his still-motionless erection.

And then… and then the real moving starts. That slick cock drags itself backward, running every inch and every vein along Steve’s back, catching him even harder on the rounded and implacable head, but never pulling out enough that he fully lets up off of Steve’s body. He’s he’s just barely given some freedom along his top half to suck down a breath, only to feel another pulse and a fresh, hot wave of wetness spill down his back, along the side of his face.

Then it drives in again, and Natasha’s core tightens in coarse, sweet pleasure, gripping and grinding and milking every sensation she can get out of both the cock that’s filling her, and the unknown, accidental little toy more sweet than a vibrator writhing around on her sweet spot. Neither her nor her partner know what’s so particularly good about this round, only that it is, and those slow back-and-forth drags quickly escalate into something harder, faster, more frantic.

Soon, there are no pauses on this in-and-out. Soon, the rippling of Natasha’s body around him becomes constant, nauseating wave of clenching movement, squeezing the life out of him, grinding him into the cock he’s accidentally adding an inch of thick padding to. Steve loses track of which one of them is flooding him at any given time; hot from his back, hot from above, constantly drenched in new arousal as pleasure spikes in either member of this entanglement over and over and over again, until finally- finally, Natasha swells and clenches so tightly, the cock at his back goes so rigid, that he thinks this must be it. He can’t possibly survive anything more than this, he’s at his very limits-

And a groan so deep and thorough that it vibrates his fucking bones runs through Natasha. The fluttering muscles go into wild fervor, the river becomes Niagra Falls, as both Natasha and her partner come together with Steve crushed in between their organs, accidentally facilitating their pleasure.

At least it’s over, he thinks, as Natasha slumps forward and the cock at Steve’s back begins to soften. At least it’s finally, finally, finally over. This guy’s going to pull out, and he’ll be able to escape this hell that is Natasha’s body when she stands to allow the rush of fluid to leak out of her.

Any minute now.

Any… minute… now.

The cock does not pull out.

[askganon]

I used to really like this blog because I thought you were a very talented writer who respected the source material and I thought you had completely mastered Ganondorf and his voice. But over the past year, I've watched this blog turn into a cesspool of sexually-charged asks wherein they all say the same fucking thing: "you're hot, will you please rail me? do you like dudes and will you fuck Link?" Unfortunately, this hasn't gotten old for you and you continue to tolerate the degeneracy of these horny twenty-somethings on tumblr, and because of that, I have to unfollow. Normally, i'd just say nothing and unfollow without a word because what you post on your blog isn't my business, dude, but... I can't help but say something... I really respect you and I'm sad to see this project devolve and, frankly, fall apart like this. :( Thank you for letting me bear witness to this blog for the years I have, thank you for your hard work as Ganondorf.

Let me make sure I understand your point of view.

You gaze upon the common drivel of the countless masses who come to me, debasing themselves for their eagerness to be seen and considered important. You bear witness to all the shameless requests of those that have none but their own selves and the promise of safety to utter and demand anything they desire to me, and you choose to blame me on their behalf?

You claim to have existed in my presence for ages. Have you, once, witnessed a moment where I requested such attention? Have you, once, witnessed my attention to these demands breach anything further than dismissal?

It is indeed unfortunate that all I receive are letters of lust. I grow tired of it all. Know that I do not answer everything that comes to me. For every bout of thirst you witness, I burn a hundred more with more debased urges.

perhaps if I was granted an inquiry of quality, I would answer with quality.

What I find more unfortunate is your eagerness to play the role of the Hylian and the male, placing blame not on the violators of perversion, but the one the perversions are placed upon.

Perhaps you should place less blame upon your King, who answers what he is given, and place more blame on the shoulders of those that refuse to ask what they desire to see answered.

If you are too weak to deliver to me an inquiry you deem worthy of my eyes, then perhaps it is indeed best you left my halls.

[msfbgraves]

Things I am excited to see in The Karate Kid: Legends

Ralph and Jackie Chan, like in, general

Daniel in New York! I know it is blatant pandering to the Chinese market, because the Chinese do not care about The Valley (what valley, who cares?) but I like Daniel getting his Jersey on. Don't tell me he hasn't felt weirdly homesick watching The Sopranos in the 90's and 00's. It's frankly odd that Cobra Kai never ventured there.

The cinematography.

Ben Wong looks cute and respectful and out of place as Daniel was.

What I won't get but am wondering about: with these tariffs, LaRusso Auto is getting fucked. Deeply fucked. They have contracts with European brands if they will of course have to switch more heavily to Japanese ones in the long run. Let's hope they could pre order and stock up... Because there will be a minimum volume they have to order or risk breach of contract, presumably, tariff or no tariff.

[mdhwrites]

Why Is Liar Reveal So Big?

It's hated after all. Maybe behind fridging and some other miscommunication plots, it seems to be one of the all time hated tropes ever. So why would a writer be dumb enough to use it? Let alone so many writers, even ones considered to be great, use it?

Because on paper it's a perfect plot structure.

I'm not exaggerating and I'm not setting something up. I'll of course talk about why so many of these plots face plant but from a writer's perspective, the use of lies like this is tantalizing. It comes with a three act structure baked in after all:

The cause for the lie and using it.

Growing closer to those you have lied to and realizing that other people and the truth are better than whatever you're getting out of the lie, creating a character arc for the main character and an underlying tension to everything.

Big climax when the lie comes out, people get upset and something has to be done to showcase that growth before a denouement that highlights how the liar is a better person now.

And even better is that you don't have to justify the conflict essentially at all beyond why the person is lying. After all, lying is one of the very few universal taboos that someone can do while still be redeemable to a general audience. You can't really walk back murder without it being almost entirely altruistic after all. You can have someone lie for selfish reasons though, or even good reasons, and have everyone understand that you just need to learn a lesson but that people will be justifiably pissed at you, even if you claim to have a good reason.

This is actually a really big deal with how The Liar Reveal trope is seen nowadays because, frankly, I think some people have been desensitized to the fact that lying is a big fucking deal actually. Everyone focuses on what the lie was about. Why the person lied. If they lied for a good reason or the thing they were lying about is nothing major, doesn't affect anyone in the grand scheme of things, what did it matter?

Well... Why did the person lie then? Lying is a universal taboo because it is a breach of trust and a show that someone around you doesn't deserve honesty. For one reason or another, lying to them was preferable to even a short conversation explaining what the fuck happened. This is weirdly actually why cheating, or more so getting caught cheating, is such a big deal. It's not that you cheated, it's what cheating represents: A break in how you let your partner see reality, a breach of trust and a dismissal of their worth because they didn't deserve to be talked to about these issues but instead, you decided it was better to run around behind their back. In both cases, worse yet, you only do it like this because you KNOW you wouldn't get away with it otherwise, or you believe that, so rather than own up to the consequences or put in the work to earn what you want to do or make up for the mistake you made, you lie.

That's genuinely reprehensible and will hurt people when they find out regardless of the reasons you had. You still broke their trust and they now have to deal with that. It's frankly why when I talk about Luz lying in The Owl House, i emphasize both how she's willing to tell the truth to some people but then explicitly, after being called out multiple times and making a promise to be more open/honest to her girlfriend, she lies to her partner more than ANYONE ELSE in the entire show. That is just strictly unhealthy and Amity should be fucking losing it by the end, either with self loathing by the diminishment of her person hood that having her partner so flippantly dismiss any reason to communicate with her would cause, or with fury at Luz for the fact that despite so many times seeing how lies hurt her, Luz just keeps fucking doing it!

But that would lead to the classic third act breakup in a romance story and EVERYONE hates that... Right?

Yeah no. The Third Act Breakup from lazy writers is admittedly where a LOT of the hate for this trope comes from but that's usually because the lie itself is dumb. You've already been chafing at the lie the entire time because frankly no one in their right mind wouldn't have just told the other person. That or it wasn't actually a lie and instead just the other person finding out something that their partner had literally no reason to ever bring up and then wildly overreact to. The lie only exists for this moment of cheap drama rather than having actually been a conflict in the story.

BUT. A good romance that has lying as a part of its premise will recognize that that's not okay. That it's just a dog shit foundation for a relationship. So... Then we get the climax I talked about. We get this big moment where the liar has to prove that they've changed, that they've learned and are willing to put the work into fixing the trust they broke and abused and come out the other side stronger for it. You know, actually give a satisfying conclusion to the fact that we've had to put up with this character lying about this from anywhere from ten minutes to fucking HOURS. Without that payoff, especially if the character doesn't appear to learn anything or grow without it... Why the fuck did we put up with the lie?

It's why SpyxFamily's conclusion can ONLY be when the three lies are likely revealed at the same time to Loid and Yor. Or, potentially better, Anya's lie is revealed first and as they deal with that, they realize each other's lie. Now SpyxFamily is actually one of the best examples of a liar reveal plot because you understand the stakes of these lies and why they must be kept, even by the child, VERY WELL. After all, in that story, if the lies come out, everyone? dies. Maybe Anya just gets sent back to an orphanage but that already is pretty bad but there's no doubt that Loid dies and Yor's job going public would still mean the Secret Police likely having to kill her. There's no doubt in any viewers' mind that these secrets HAVE to be kept.

But that tension has to pay off eventually. If the whole series goes by without our principal cast learning these secrets... Well, it's a Chekov's gun that never fires. You're waiting for it, it clearly needs to happen to resolve this plot point... And then it never does. If it does happen and Yor goes "Oh, you may be an enemy of my country but you're a good guy so I'm going to skip along," that's equally dissatisfying. It was such a big deal that an anti-climax like that would just kind of rob every bit of weight to it and probably cause rewatches to be a lot less satisfying than a big, knockout brawl over it or a big, heartfelt speech about how it doesn't matter what country they're from, what matters is that they're good people.

TOH spends like an hour and a half having the main character freaking out about how everyone will hate her for her what she thinks she needs to lie about... And then it never leads anywhere. It even gets resolved and then continues, making the very small, minuscule bit of payoff feel like nothing for a plot point that has been making the tone of the show MISERABLE. It's not even like we get a big group hug with Luz being overjoyed about being wrong to payoff all that angst. We get essentially nothing and the arc is left pretty much unresolved for no reason despite them having such a clear opportunity to wrap it up when her friends do get told the truth.

But people praised it because it didn't follow the formula. But... Did that actually make it better? Tropes exist for a reason. The Liar Reveal trope especially exists for a reason. They're very good at giving audiences the satisfaction they may want or to create good drama. If you do all the initial steps, include all of the deeply frustrating elements to a trope like this, all of those that have good drama and tension, and then only subvert the payoff?

I'm sorry but that's not clever storytelling. That's just bad. It's like when a tutorial makes fun of hand holding tutorials as it's painstakingly holding your hand through every step of the process. All you're doing is making the pain of the tropes worse while patting yourself on the back. While lying to me about not doing the thing you're doing.

And sorry but... Apparently you need to go through your own arc of this trope then since even only okay/mediocre versions of this trope like Over the Hedge recognize that by the end, it's better to be honest than being self congratulating and lying. Almost like themes like that are baked into the trope.

So maybe stop jumping on the band wagon and actually ask what the other problems are with how this trope is used rather than claiming this trope as a whole should never be done. It's a tool in a writer's toolbox like any trope and (besides fridging) it shouldn't be thrown out just because it has a bad rep. Not when it so clearly exists for a reason.

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