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mikaleialt · 2 years ago

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Ride It!| Bada Lee

Bada Lee x Reader

Fluff, suggestive, smut, drabble

Synopsis: In a random instagram live, your newly found fans after SWF 2, started asking you random questions about what do you think of each team leaders. For a quick background, you are one of the team leaders in SWF 2, but sadly your team got eliminated after the Crew Battle Mission, after getting defeated by Mannequeen on the elimination round along with Wolf'lo and Lady Bounce.

C/w: based off of this post by @westwoodsvivi. Honestly I just wrote this to finally end my writer's block as I have been gone for more than a month now.

Street Woman Fighter 2 is finally over and although your team didn't make it to the top 4, you still continued to support the other teams until the end, especially when the winner of SWF 2 is the team leaded by your girlfriend.

And now here you are, preparing for the On the Stage concert. All of the teams are in one place again, practicing the dance routines they've performed during SWF 2.

You were finally on break and some of the dancers of each team started goofing around with each other, filming tiktok dances together with Redy who seem to just stand in the background of every video. You laugh at how Redy looks like a lost child standing behind Che Che, Debby, and Yoonji as the trio dance.

Bored in your own world you decided to set up your phone as you sat in the corner of the studio, and finally hit the 'Go live' button after getting permission from the staffs who told you that it is fine as long as you don't spoil anything about the concert.

Viewers immediately flooded the comments and you tried your best to greet everyone. The viewer count goes up by the second.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii 🤎"

"OMG Y/NNNNN 🥹"

"Hi from 🇦🇱"

"Ano ba tayo, Y/n 😩 (what are we, Y/n)"

You read each comments from fans greeting you, to trying to make you say a phrase in their language, to asking you how you have been.

"I'm doing good, as you all know, we're preparing for the upcoming concert. We're actually on a break right now and everyone is doing their own thing. And here I am, in my own space." You picked up your camera as you show the empty dance practice room that you are in right now.

"Honestly, I got bored during our break so I went live" you chuckled. "Everyone has been really busy these days, and I miss talking to you guys." You sent the viewers a flying kiss, which made the comment section go wild.

"AAAAAAHHHH"

"EXCUSE ME⁉️⁉️"

"THAT KISS WAS DEFINITELY FOR ME"

You immediately got embarrassed as you are not used to giving out fan service or acting cute for other people. You give it a few seconds for the fans to finally calm down once again.

"Hmm, there's still much time until we go back to practicing again, what should I do? What do you guys think?" You read the comments once again as each viewers suggest something for you to do. After a few more minutes you finally settled to do a Q and A.

"What is today's TMI?" You read one of the comments as you ponder to yourself what could you share to your viewers . "Hmm, today I arrived at the studio crying because I was watching that one video of that kid from My Golden Kid." You giggled. "It was a very sad clip, I was crying the whole time while I was on my way here."

A few more question pops up after that and you tried your best to answer each one. "Who do you find attractive among the SWF 2 leaders?" You read another question.

"Me, of course" you flip your hair sassily before laughing to yourself. "No, in all honesty, it's gotta be Kirsten or Bada. They're both really charismatic." You answered.

"What part of them do you find attractive?" You read the follow up question.

"For Kirsten, it's probably her hips. I'm not gonna lie, when I saw Kirsten dance for the first time, my whole attention was on her hips..." you shyly admit to your viewers.

"...as for Bada... I really like her nose" you said without any explanation as memories from a few nights ago came back to you.

♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡

"A-ahh Bada" your breath staggers as you move your hips, grinding your wet core on your girlfriend's face.

It was the night after BEBE won SWF 2 and you told Bada that you'll do whatever she asks for if they win, which leads you to the situation that you are in right now.

Bada's only wish from you as a reward is for you to sit on her face as she eats you out, which you did without any hesitation.

"That's it ride my face, baby" Bada speak against your pussy as she continues to eat it like a starved man.

You couldn't help but moan louder as your clit presses on the tip of Bada's nose. You continue to grind your puffy clit against it, each movement makes you shiver, as your girlfriend's tongue fucks your cunt relentlessly.

"I-I'm gonna—hah" your eyes roll to the back of your head as the pleasure in your stomach builds up. "Yeah that's it, come for me baby" Bada said as she continues to eat you out.

Soon, a loud moan escapes from your lips as you finally had your release. Your legs were shaking as Bada continues to lap up your juices, each movement of her head under you, the tip of her nose touches your clit.

"So good to me baby, can you give me one more?" Bada sucks on your clit before diving back again into fucking your cunt with her tongue...

♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡

"Ok let's get back to work" Funky Y announces as she enters the room which snaps you back to reality.

"So yeah anyway, that would be all. See you at the On the Stage concert everyone. Byeeee" You immediately pressed the 'End live' button, before putting down your phone.

"Oh Y/n, so you're here all along" The rest of the dancers enter the room one by one.

"Unnie, why is your face so red?" Sowoen pointed out your face. To which made you turn red even more. The whole time you are reminiscing about that night, you were blushing like crazy.

"It's nothing, I was just feeling hot." You excused yourself, but little do you know, a certain someone was actually watching your live earlier.

Bada approached you as she whispers something to your ears.

"So you like me nose huh, why don't you ride my face again once we got home?"

A/n: it's been a while omg, I missed writing. I'm slowly regaining my motivation to write again finally!!! I hope you like it, sorry if its not as good as you guys thought it would be. This is just a quick drabble to finally break my writer's block, I did not proofread this.

#bada lee fanfic #bada lee x reader #bada x reader #bada lee x y/n #swf2 x reader #bada lee imagines #bada lee smut #bada lee #bada lee fluff #bada lee imagine #bada lee x fem reader #lee bada x reader #swf #Spotify

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inoutoftherain · 18 days ago

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We did it!

No 24 hours, but fucking crushed HBGs record axolotl-less which was sub 30 and still got WR after 3 hours of 3 people doing nothing but breeding the blue bastards. Total breeds over 5000, median is like 700 or 800.

I had a great experience. The early game plan was so good, the gunpowder farm with Molly and Shoe went so smooth and finished ahead of schedule. Wither skeleton farm had a couple hiccups due to me forgetting to bring two items but we built it right and we built it on time and that's all that matters, thanks to Pocky and to Shoe again for helping to knock that out.

Mobs after that mostly with TJ, hardest part of the run and definitely the longest. I meant to take a break and sleep here and didn't. There were some mistakes made with mob death and lack of organization but mostly I just think all that stuff is a lot. I know TJ got really down that it wasn't fast enough and so am I. I have a lot of thoughts about it, my performance, mistakes and experience, organization and plans and who does what. I don't know. Bottom line is it's a lot.

Server held up great and I could fly the early mobs to the sh from the surrounding area, unfortunately couldn't fly them later on the nether roof due to lag breaking the leads but it was still so much better than last time. Bobby mod was great and TalkingMime loaning the server ahead of HBGs own attempt later this month was really nice, appreciate it.

Everybody got kind of down late in the run after it was obvious 24 hours wasn't happening there was a lot left and not a lot of people to do it. People needed to sleep. It ended up with me, Wonderfulegg and somebody else I think Molly was there at one point? trying to figure out if HDWGH was going to happen or if we had to give up. I was so tired. I was the only person there who ever did HDWGH in their life and I did it in this version once a year ago. I couldn't find the tutorial I used. The setup that somebody started by spawn wasn't going to work for the only version of it that I know. The beacon was in the end, I didn't know where the ingredients for everything were, I thought I did my 1.21 bac run on a different PC and that I wouldn't be able to find the recording. Plus the idea that I can do it correctly with how tired I am is so incredibly dubious. But no like my brain finally unfogs enough to remember it was the same PC and I find the world download and look at that, and I have the setup geometry, it's now possible. So I have to do it. Wonderfulegg gets Zesskyo on who was supposed to have joined the run but had something come up at the last minute. So Zesskyo unlike the rest of us is wide awake and full of energy. And zesskyo does know HDWGH though not in this version. I have the beacon set up by this point. Somebody finds a conduit. I drag over a villager from base. We move the shulker and the dolphin. I spend probably 30 fucking minutes during all of this explaining the whole HDWGH sequence to Zesskyo, who has done it before but not in this version. This 30 minutes has nothing to do with Zesskyo and everything to do with me and my sleep deprived brain, I have no fucking idea what I'm saying or what I've said and I repeat everythign about 40 times because I think I got it out of order or missed something the previous time and I probably did.

I show Zesskyo the raid and trial chamber locations, Wonderfulegg flies around with a riptide trident to locate a monument where the elder guardians aren't dead. Wonderfulegg finds all the potion ingredients and consumables and makes the potions. Zesskyo goes off to do the thing. Zesskyo hits the fucking advancement on the first try.

We're so back! At this point not counting blue axolotl there's like 10 random advancements left. I pick the two that are the most brainless and spend like 20 minutes doing five minutes of tasks because I'm that fucking tired. Its like whatever. Who cares at this point. Jilian's back and I think somebody else is too and they all knock off the rest. So it's just the axolotl now. I try to join them on the breeding but I give up and go to sleep when I realize I'm just staring at the axolotls and not doing anything. So the other three people there who I think are Jillian, Wondefulegg and Zesskyo breed axolotls for three more hours and they get it.

Thank you to TJ and Jillian for letting me be part of this again. Thank you to Molly, Shoe, Pocky, TJ, Wonderfulegg and Zesskyo for being so great to work with. Thank you to Jillian for providing the push to not give up. Thank you to everybody else who took part and got stuff done. You're all fantastic.

We did it!

#mcsr

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ao3scrapesearch · 2 months ago

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hi so, thanks to your tool i was able to figure out that every fic ive ever posted onto ao3 (from 2015 to recent, aside from three fics this last month i just posted) were all scraped, and its absolutely horrifying to me to know my works are being used in this way. this is hundreds of thousands of words of time, and is over 90% of all of the writing ive ever shared online, spread over multiple accounts and fandoms and im just feeling- so dejected. i know youre not an advice blog or anything, and i really appreciate the work youve done to help people find this information. im just curious- do you have any advice when it comes to dealing with this knowledge? i dont want to delete my fics and take them from people who enjoy them, and i want to continue to write and see others read my works. but its just so dejecting knowing what theyre being used for now. that i dont have any control over what is done with my own passion projects because some company can show up and just take it and use it in some environment-poisoning misinformation machine

I wasn't expecting to be ASKED for advice when I made the blog! But I give it my best shot for you guys when I can.

So to ME, it's a bit reassuring to see that the data isn't like. Amazingly collected, if that makes sense. If I were looking for a dataset to generate good writing, a huge thing I would want is a way to know what readers actually liked. For the record, having a low hit or kudos count or whatever does not mean your fic isn't good! (You can have a low hit count because your fandom isn't big or because you're not tagging your fic in a way to help the right people discover it, but the fic can still be amazing.) BUT if I were an outsider not looking to actually read the fics, just figure out what about the writing makes people like them, the top thing I'd be looking for is the stats like the hits, kudos, comments, and bookmarks. Nyuuzyou intentionally tried to exclude that data, which is... an interesting decision.

The choice of forum is telling, too. They chose to upload on Hugging Face, which is for AI hobbyists, not corporate models. These are people like you and me, just doing this as a hobby for fun, and it's pretty unlikely they'll ever create something they can sell from this. Yes, they're killing the environment with it, which I hate, but they're doing it on a much smaller scale than any of the commercial names in AI. Very similar to how you can post a fic and even get tens of thousands of hits and tons of positive interactions, but that doesn't mean you also publish traditional novels and make tens of thousands of dollars.

Again, for me, it also helps to remind myself that hey. They're already out there. Even if I take down all 60-ish of my fics that were hit in this scrape, that data is still out there, but if I delete them, it's ONLY out there as a stupid AI-training dataset, and I've cut out my readers entirely. Deleting the ones that were already scraped doesn't un-scrape them, and to me, it feels like letting the scrapers win if they get my writing AND I don't get to share my writing anymore.

For new writing going forward, that's definitely a place to make a personal decision! I've said a couple times I'm going to keep writing and sharing anyway because I love it, but that's not The One Right Way to do things.

I also am in the same boat as I've seen some people in my notes. A lot of my scraped fics were uh. Not my best work. Like I was prolific in 2018 and man... those fics were not super well-written. Text-based GenAI is trained to learn the order words should appear, based on probabilities. So if there's a lot of bad, boring works in there (and there definitely are! we all start out by posting mediocre writing!), that teaches the AI model to write bad, boring sentences. Most of us aren't tagging our fics in a way to tell a computer which fics are like this, so the AI doesn't know which fics are written by beginners who still don't know how to write well or who don't know English very well yet, and at least from what I know, the AI is going to treat those works like they're just as valid as the 100k+ novels we all know and love. All that comes together to make a shitty AI model that no one really wants to use, even if they're otherwise super pro-AI.

I'll round this off with a silly little book recommendation, but this book seriously changed the way I think about life in general and definitely impacted how I was able to take the scraping well enough and focus on being productive about it instead of just upset. The big takeaway from it is that no one can fully control their circumstances, but everyone has the ability to control the way they react to those circumstances. No one can control AI scrapers being scumbags, but we all get to choose how to respond to it happening.

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able-remedious · 1 month ago

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Aurora Light

Return of Light

Summary: this is the start of a one shot/chapter based story I’m making about Mr Ring a Ding aka Lux and my self insert Deliah. It is titled Aurora Light and this one shot chapter will be when they meet.

In the year 2025, about 73 years after the missing 15 people incident the Plazzo movie theater remains slightly abandoned and from that abandonment comes curiosity when a young woman enters the theater to explore and what she finds is something she did not expect.

A/n: Pictures and divider are not mine, the theirs one is a picrew and I used that for my drawing reference and to give you can idea on what Deliah looks like, not much trigger warnings here really, I have not watched any other piece of Doctor Who

A young brunette woman walks into an old movie theater that was pretty empty, why would an average woman walk into some place? Well Deliah was here in Miami for a small trip and she heard of this old movie theater and there was a 15 missing peoples incident in 1952. The rumor is that they all just disappeared into thin air then returned three months later no one really knows the real truth because from what witness said the police didn’t believe.

So being curious and wanting to do something then sit in an hotel room for her final day here. So she walked around the place it was mostly dusty and looked a bit oudated but it was said they were gonna renovate the place.

“This isn’t so creepy” she said to herself and walked into one of the theaters, it was dark and some debree on the ground she began to walk up the stairs and look between the seats then the sound of a light being turned on was heard and the whole theater was now lit up “what the heck?”.

Her nerves started to act up, was someone in here with her? She felt about leaving now, then the sound of someone walking with tap shoes on drew her attention.

It sounded like it was coming from the stage she just stood on the step she was on, too petrified to move, but she could at lest say something “is anyone there?”.

“Tada!” In a split second something that looked like it came from an old cartoon just came behind the curtain. Deliah was confused, shocked, a bit freaked out.

“Golly, I must of ended up in heaven cause I see myself an angel” he had an awe look on his face. Deliah was surprised from the compliment but still more surprised from the fact there was a living cartoon in front of her.

“What are you?” She asked and the being only smiled, “well dear ma’am, as you can see I am a cartoon”.

“I am Mr Ring a Ding, but although my true identity is Lux Imperator, the god of light at your service” he took a little bow while Deliah just stood there more confused.

He got off the stage and walked up to her “now, what’s your name sweetie pie?” He smirked and she realized she really shouldn’t be unfazed. “Um..I’m Deliah” she replied looking down at him, he was about below her waist in height.

“That’s a wonderful name for a wonderful woman, so from the looks of you, and this ol’ place much time has definitely passed since I last been here”.

He inspected her and she moved away “ok, please stop, this isn’t happening, did I hit my head or did I just inhale too much debris? Cause I’m not talking to a cartoon right now, I’m not talking to one, I’m finally going crazy”.

“Yeah keep telling yourself that, while I’m here and being very much real, anyway, I wonder how long I’ve been gone for..”.

“Ok, ok, look, what exactly are you?! I’m still confused! A living cartoon? God of light? Like what?!” Deliah yelled, she was feeling full on stressed from confusion at this point.

“Alright, I think you need to sit down for this” he gently took her hand and they walked down the stairs and he made her take a steady on the front row.

“Alright, I’ll spare you some details but long story short, I took on the form of this cartoon cause I had no physical form and then some Time Lord defeated me, I became one with all light in the universe, I was happy in the cosmos until I got bored, regained this form and came back to earth”.

Deliah just looked at him and was still a little more confused “you were bored? You were all light and you got bored?”. “Well what do your except when your all alone up there in the universe?”.

“Ok true, but what is a Time Lord?” She asked “that is another long story” he replied. “Anywho, so mind catching me up to date with everything? I’m sure I wasn’t gone for too long”.

“Um..how long do you think you were gone for?” Deliah asked “I don’t know, a couple of decades perhaps?”.

“Uh…when did you exactly leave? Like what year?” Deliah was feeling a bit more comfortable in the situation “it was 1952 to be exact!”.

“Ok uh..hang on” she pulled out her phone from her jacket pocket and Mr Ring a Ding looked confused “what is that?”. “It’s my phone, they’ve come a long way since your time”.

“That’s a phone?! It’s so small and thin!”, that’s made Deliah chuckle a bit “ok so apparently you’ve been gone for, 73 years”.

He went wide eyed “what? 73 years? That long? I really lost count” he looked over at her phone “and how did you figuer it out with your phone?”.

“I used the calculator app, so I guess 73 years being apart of the universe is enough to get a god bored” Mr Ring a Ding didn’t answer and still looked at the phone “light is emitting from this? Golly…”.

“Yeah…” Deliah got up and put her phone away “well, this has been a trippy experience to be honest, but I better go now so, nice meeting you?”. She awkwardly said and went up the stairs but Ring rolled her but that was tricky for his height “wait! You can’t leave! It’s been so long since I’ve talked with anyone!”.

She looked back at him and he had a desperate guilt tripping look on his face as he was trugglging to climb up the stairs “look I’m sorry but it’s not like I can stay here, I’m going home tomorrow and this is still unbelievable experience for me”.

“Then take me with you! I can make a good companion, or maybe more, I mean, you are a pretty woman” he winked and she got a bit embarrassed. “No! I just met you! And I’m not gonna take some so called light god with me, people will think I’m crazy or something”.

“Come on beautiful, have a heart” he managed to get up the stairs and look up at her “my answer is no”. He got a little frustrated “please, come on! You won’t regret it!” He bad a full on puppy dog look and some sad violin music started playing out of nowhere.

“Where is that music coming from?” She looked around and Ring kept this desperate act up “pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaasseeeeeee?????”.

“No, no, no, and still no, why me?” She was getting very annoyed “because I’ve been alone for so long and your the first person I’ve met so far so it must be a fate”.

“No, it’s just a coincidence, I’m sorry but I just can’t”. He let out a huff and the sad music stopped playing “look missy, not only do I want someone to talk to but also someone that can bring me light, this place will be nearly out of power and I can’t just be in the dark forever”.

“Can’t you just make your own light? You’re the god of light” Deliah said “I can control light, not necessarily make it” he replied.

“Then can’t you just go outside? There’s plenty of light out there” she insisted, “I can’t, that’s how I became one with the universe, just faded into everything and nothing, so if I take up too much that happens again”.

“Well uh..I’m sorry but I don’t know if there’s anything I can do then, I should really get going” she was about to make her leave but Mr Ring a Ding stood in her way “please don’t leave me here, your a good person I can tell, just think about it at least?”.

She sighed “I won’t make any promises” she went around him and went to leave and he let her “hey Deliah!” He called out “what?” She shouted back.

“Maybe put me in something to bring with you when you come back!” He replied “I’m not coming back!” She yelled and walked out of the theater.

Me Ring a Ding didn’t even go after her just stood there “she’ll be back” he said with smug look.

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During that night, Deliah just lied down in bed in her hotel room and couldn’t sleep, not after what she just encountered, and his pleases of wanting to go with her didn’t leave her mind, I mean he was out of pocket but she kinda felt bad for him. She didn’t know what to do! “If I do bring him how am I gonna get him on an airplane?” She asked herself, took her a good few minutes to think of a plan that just might work.

As soon as morning came she got her stuff and checked out and went to a hardware store nearby and got a metal like box and goes back to the movie theater.

She walked into the same theater where Mr Ring a Ding was and no one was there “hello? Mr Ring a Ding? Or Lux? Whatever, I’m back”.

She kept looking around but no sign of him, did she really go crazy? Was he just not real from all that debris? She almost felt like giving up until he came from behind the curtain and up on stage “sunshine! You came back! I knew you would!”.

She has a small smile “I thought about it, and I guess I can take you with me”. He had a huge smile on his face “that’s amazing!”.

“Yep, and we have to go now, sooo” she opened the metal box “get in the box”. He looked inside “what? You expect me to get in that dark cramped thing?”.

“Well if you wanna come with me yes, it’s so no one sees you”.

“But there will be no light!”.

“There’s a key hole, and I’ll put in a flashlight if you want”.

“But it will still be cramped!”.

“You’re a toon, can’t you shrink your self or something?”.

“I’ll definitely shrink with the lack of light in there”.

Deliah sighed “you won’t, now come on I don’t have time for this”. He crossed his arms “nope, I’m sorry angel, I wanna go with you but I am NOT going in there”.

“I don’t have time for this, I’m sorry” she said Ang got up on the stage. “Sorry for wha-HEY!” Deliah put the box above him and forced him in there, she thought with cartoon logic it will work.

And it did, but Mr Ring a Ding struggled and Deliah held the box close to her and closed it with all her might then locked it. “There we go! You ok in there?”.

“What the heck was that?!” He yelled “you didn’t corroborate so I had to, now come on it won’t be so bad”.

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After one five hour flight, somehow managing to get through security, Deliah managed to get home, it was an average apartment and it was pretty homey.

She unlocked the box and Mr Ring a Ding crawled out looking exhausted and layed on the floor “that was the most uncomfortable I’ve ever been, and I can go through small spaces but I still felt cramped”.

“But it was worth it right?” She put the box down and turned on the light “well this is my apartment”.

He stood up and looked around, this whole area was new to him, he’s only known the theater and all the universe. “Wow, this looks like a nice home”.

“Thanks, and you can probably sleep on the couch, that’s if you sleep”.

“What? On the couch? I thought we could share a bed~” he smirked and she looked at him with disgust “the hell? No!”.

“It’s either the couch or on the floor” she crossed her arms. “The floor? You’d really let poor little me sleep on the hard cold hard floor?”.

“Probably if you’re gonna be like this all the time”.

“Then our friendship is gonna be very interesting”.

Deliah sighed, she knew from this point on things in her life were gonna get intriguing.

#mr ring a ding #lux imperator #Doctor Who #Dr who #Doctor who lux #doctor who mr ring a ding #mr ring a ding x oc #Lux imperator x oc #mr ring a ding x reader #Lux imperator x reader #doctor who fanfic #Mr Ring a ding fanfic #I hope you enjoy this #It’s kinda rushed but I’m surprised I managed to do this without much procrastination

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tigergirltail · 9 months ago

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TIGER HRT CHAPTER 6 - MONTH 6 - THE CAGED BIRD

CONTENT WARNING - This chapter contains mentions of medical injections, bigotry, child abuse, self-harm, and attempted suicide. Reader beware.

FIRST - PREV - NEXT

I had my six-month check-up with Dr. Erian, an online appointment just like last time. No particular medical issues this time around, bloodwork checks out, genetic reconfiguration is stable. We can't do a thorough physical exam over the internet, but according to him, I am "the very picture of health, by the standards of your species". I'm a bit curious what standards those are, given that I have yet to hear about any other tiger therians. Hopefully there ARE standards, and he's not just giving me empty reassurance.

We also spent some time going over dietary concerns - am I getting enough meat, am I reducing my fruit and grain intake appropriately, that sort of thing. I assured him that I'm eating real meat with every meal, just like the booklet said to, I've been limiting fruits and vegetables, and I don't even have an appetite for anything grain-based. I'll probably miss what fresh bread used to be like, but I just can't bring myself to want it anymore. Apparently not every therian is following the diet they're supposed to, but the doctor didn't have any concerns about me, "assuming your answers are honest, Miss Alexis". What, does he think I'm about to lie to the one person who knows how species transition works?

At one point during the discussion I thought I heard him mutter something about a "foolish undine", but I must have misheard. Undines are water spirits or elementals or something - a fictional creature. Then again, so are dragons and lamias, but the first well-known humanity remover was a dragon-girl, and I've been hanging out and playing online games with a lamia. At this point you could tell me there's someone out there transitioning to Sonic the Hedgehog, and I might actually believe you.

I've hit the point of full fur coverage, so no more awkward bald patches! Unfortunately, this does mean I need to start taking my estrogen in a form other than skin patches, because there's nowhere left to stick them. After a lot of agonizing over the pros and cons of potential liver damage from pills versus facing down my needle phobia, I opted to ask my endocrinologist to train me on injectable estrogen. She made a somewhat tone-deaf joke about not being trained in veterinary medicine, but she was otherwise very patient and reassuring, so I let it slide.

I do want to state for the record that I am a big scary tiger who's not afraid of anything and I only cried a little bit the first time I injected myself.

My ears are definitely becoming much more sensitive - I keep hearing really annoying high-pitch noises when I'm around heavy machinery, and that happens a lot more often than you might think. My office at work is right next to an elevator, and whenever someone uses it, the motor lets out this gods-awful whine and I have to plug my ears until it stops moving again. My local grocery also has a few freezer units that give off a similar sound, constantly, and I've had to start wearing earplugs to go on food runs.

As for visual changes, I can see in the dark reasonably well, but I've also started getting headaches and discomfort when I squint or try too hard to focus on something. I guess I should probably just… try to not do that. I have spent a significant portion of my life staring at a screen, so my eyes probably aren't in the best shape overall.

Now that my physical changes are pretty much done, most people just assume I'm wearing a very intricate costume - at least, until they get close. No costume has mouth movements or facial expressions this realistic, and believe me, our top furry scientists and engineers have tried.

At one point there's a conversation on the humanity removal chat server about the political climates in our respective areas towards therians. Obviously, a lot of the right-wing talking-head shows have been shitting themselves inside-out about the idea of people giving up their humanity, especially the ones with a more religious bent. "How dare these freaks forsake God's holy image", "Humanity is a divine blessing and must be cherished", "We call on the one true God to smite these worshippers of the Beast", and so on like that. Excuse you, but I've never worshipped your discriminatory god and I'm not beholden to their 'holy image'. My goddess is one of beauty, love, and artistic expression, and the entire reason I'm changing myself in the first place is as an expression of self-love.

Most of us agree, though, that the absolute worst of the 24-hour news cycle doesn't have anything to do with how regular everyday people see us. In fact, we're rare enough still that a decent proportion of people don't believe we exist - they think that tabloids made us up to sell more copies. I don't know if that's better in terms of acceptance, but I'll take it over a torch-and-pitchfork mob running me out of town.

The conversation shifts to us sharing our locations, those of us who are comfortable doing so at least. We generally keep it vague, but most of us are at least alright with saying which country we live in. I narrow it down to a province for myself, mainly because my province alone is larger than some countries, but also because once we start to get noticed by the media and the world, there'll probably be no stopping our locations becoming known.

It's also going to get interesting if anyone starts asking how most of us are going to the same medical provider when he requires that consultations be done in person, or why the location he operates out of - Hyper City - doesn't appear on any map. Truthfully, I'm still trying to wrap my head around it myself.

The next day, I get a private message from the girl with the corvid avatar:

"Hey I saw your post when everybody was talking about where they are! I live there too!! We should totally meet up sometime ^v^"

…This is a dilemma. Obviously, I'm worried about the optics of a teenager meeting up with a 39-year-old she met on the internet, there's all kinds of ways that could be taken the wrong way, but dammit, I still don't know anyone like me in this part of the world, who knows if I'll ever find anyone else who's local? …I really want to try, but I should at least give her a warning, and a judgement-free out.

"Uhh I get wanting to meet up, but I'm more than 20 years older than you, would your parents be anywhere near cool with that??"

There's a long pause. I see her start and stop typing multiple times. I'm worried I've upset her. Eventually, she sends another message:

"I don't give a fuck what they think"

I'm taken aback by the harshness of the reply, and don't manage to type anything before another series of messages pops up:

"and they don't care what I do anyway so it's whatever" "if anyone asks I'll just say you're my weird aunt" "you have no idea how bad I want to meet someone who GETS IT" "humanity is a curse and I want to be free"

'I want to be free'. Something about that phrase hits somewhere deep, in a source of pain that never fully healed. Freedom from pain, freedom from self-hatred, freedom at any cost, even if it meant my life. I remember how that desire for freedom feels.

The only thing I can think to do next is ask if she's okay. Her response is to ask if I can go on a voice call. I'm not sure if she wants some confirmation that I'm a real person or if she just doesn't want the next part of the conversation preserved in the text log.

"Hey…", I begin cautiously as the voice call starts. "Can you hear me okay?"

There's a suppressed sniffle on the other end. "Yeah… I hear you."

For a moment I entertain the thought of going all 'when I was your age' and explaining that I was always cautioned against talking to strangers on the internet, but it's probably not the time for that. Read the room, Alexis.

She's not saying anything. I'm going to have to start this off, I think. Something harmless, something value-neutral…

"So from your icon, I'm guessing you want crow HRT? Raven HRT, maybe?"

"Crow HRT.", she states simply. "Crows are everywhere here, and I've always loved them, always been jealous of them. They get to go anywhere they want, do anything they want…" She lets out a groaning sigh. "Augh, this is stupid. You probably think I'm stupid for wanting this."

I can't hold back from giving a little bit of a laugh. "Hah! Young lady, one year ago I went to a doctor and told him to his face that I wanted him to turn me into a recessive-gene variant of an endangered species that doesn't even live on this continent, and then I threatened to bite him if he wouldn't do it. Fantasizing about being a crow is just about the normalest thing I can imagine compared to that."

"…You said you'd BITE him?"

I grin, though without a camera set up she can't see it. "Every one of us who seeks out humanity removal therapy is already a little bit inhuman, even if we don't fully know it yet. After all, why would we remove something if we felt emotionally attached to it?"

Another audible sniffle. "Holy fuck, you DO get it…"

"I sure hope I get it, it's not like I can un-grow the fur and the tail."

She gives a laugh, then there's a long pause. "…Does it hurt? Is it scary?"

"Sometimes. My fingers were REALLY sore while my claws were developing, and having your entire facial structure rearrange is no joke. As for scary, well, I sure get stared at a lot more, but I think I scare people a lot more than they scare me."

"Heh, maybe I want to be scary."

I frown a little. "I don't. I just want to be true to myself."

There's an awkward silence. After a while, I decide to bring up something I was curious about:

"So I remember you asking if there was a way to get species HRT without your parents noticing. I'm guessing they're not exactly supportive?"

She lets out an uncomfortable groan. "Mmmngh… They watch a lot of those news shows, you know, the ones that only run angry sensationalist bullcrap? Dad gets furious at the idea of anyone changing themselves, something about the 'holy sanctity of the human body' or whatever. He even thinks tattoos are blasphemy. Mom says it's the most horrific thing she can imagine, she nearly fainted when she caught me watching a stream of this one dragon girl talking about her changes."

"And here you are, wanting to be a bird… I'm sorry, that sounds really rough."

"It… It is." I can hear her voice faltering. "Hearing nothing but how terrible a waste it is, and how awful and horrific they are, and the whole time knowing that I'd give ANYTHING for it to happen to me, I just… I'm sorry, I just…"

"Hey, you don't need to apologize… I'm not going anywhere."

"I just… don't know how much longer I can take it!"

"…Take what?" I'm afraid to ask my next question, but… I just have to. "…What are they doing to you??"

Somewhere deep inside her, the dam just… breaks. She starts sobbing as she tells me about how her parents yell at her over every single mistake, how she gets shoved or hit just for being in the way, how she hurts herself just so the pain gives her something to feel and to focus on, and how she… How she once climbed up to the roof of her building and took a flying leap off. She had every intention to end her own life, but in the moment her feet left the ground and she felt the air under her arms, she experienced a rush of euphoria, for the first time she can remember.

…And a moment later, she broke a leg and several ribs when she hit the ground.

She explains that she spent over a month in hospital, a captive audience for her parents to yell at more, when they even bothered to show up at all. I'm too stunned to even react.

She's spent the years since then chasing that high, climbing trees and jumping off, finding rooftops and hilltops to go stand in the wind, looking up online videos of parachuting and wingsuiting and hang gliding, and when she first heard rumours about medical treatments that can alter one's very species, she started frantically researching. That's how she started finding other therians to reach out to, how she got involved in the group chat.

"Have you… had an appointment with Dr. Erian yet?" I have a feeling I already know the answer - something something, 'letter from a physician, two psychologists, live as your preferred species for at least a year'. The same horseshit I had to listen to.

"No… I tried to get one, but he won't see anyone under 18 without parental consent, and fat chance of ever getting that."

Huh. I hadn't expected that, it feels surprisingly principled for him. Though at the end of the day, it's probably just another liability thing - ol' Teddy Erian covering his own ass as usual.

"I just…" She's started crying again. "I just want to turn into a beautiful black bird and fly away from all this, forever… I just want to live my life on the wind, going wherever I want, never having to see a single human again…"

I can feel my own tears welling up, and that's the moment I make my decision. I'm going to meet up with this girl, and I'm going to find a way to help her. Maybe she doesn't need humanity removal, maybe she just needs to know someone who understands.

We decide on a place and time to meet up. There's a little cafe I like nearby, run by a trio of neurodivergent queer women. It's a public place, and about as safe for weirdos like us as you can get. Corvid-girl tells me she'll be the one with a feathered headband and a crow-skull necklace. I tell her I'll be the one with white fur and a tail. That manages to get a laugh out of her. I choose to take that as a victory.

There's something about the way she laughs that sounds a bit like a crow's call. I wonder whether that's intentional on her part…

A few days later, I'm sitting in the cafe enjoying a hot chocolate and a roast beef sandwich - extra meat, naturally. Dr. Erian said I have to start cutting chocolate out of my diet because cocoa is going to become toxic to me, but… chocolate! I did ask for a lighter mix though, so what I'm drinking is actually mostly just hot milk. Maybe there's a cocoa-free substitute out there I can look into…

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by a squeal of delight emanating from the front door. There's a teenage girl standing there, staring directly at me with a look of amazement on her face. Dark clothes, pale skin, black hair, headband with feathers in it, and hanging from her neck, an amulet in the shape of a bird skull. I smile and wave a paw at her. She practically bounces as she walks up to my table and takes a seat.

"Holy SHIT, you're… And you even have the… Your face looks just like… Can I touch your paw??"

I laugh and hold out my paw. "Haha, sure, just watch out for the claws, they don't stay all the way inside just yet."

"Oh, it's okay, I'm used to sharp things!"

I wince as I think back to our voice chat from the other day. I REALLY hope she doesn't mean what I think she means, but I can't help noticing she's wearing long sleeves, even though the weather has been getting warmer.

She turns my paw over and squeals. "OHMYGOD you even have the BEEEEANS!" I can't resist smiling as she starts poking and prodding at my pawpads. "You look SO!! AMAZING!!"

Corvid-girl starts frantically complimenting all my animalistic features - "Your stripes are so pretty!" "I love your tail!" "Ohh, your fangs, they're so COOL!!" - and I start uncontrollably blushing. I never would have thought species affirmation would feel this euphoric… Naturally, being a teenager, she takes this as an excuse to push even harder, and I start covering my face with my paws, thoroughly embarrassed.

"You look just like the tigers they have on stage for those shows in Vegas!"

"H-hey, that's actually not okay…"

"You know, I bet you'd look good up on a stage too! Everyone would love to see you!!"

Instinctually, I let out a growl, louder than I actually want to. It has the intended effect, in that she stops dead and stares at me, but so do a few other cafe patrons. Oh gods, here comes the embarrassment again… "H-hey, look, it's just…"

"Sorry." She's gone completely deadpan, and stiff as a board.

I close my eyes tightly. Gods, why did I DO that?? First the waitress at that seafood place, and now an actual CHILD. I REALLY need to start getting a handle on these predator instincts. When I open my eyes again, she's still standing there, and she looks like she's on the verge of a panic attack.

I need to calm her down, need to bring her back. "No… I'M sorry. I shouldn't have done that, I just… The animals they use for those stage shows get abused all the time, and it's kind of a sore spot for me."

"…Really?"

Okay, she's talking, she's distracted, maybe I can still salvage this. "Yeah… Every species has baggage, it's one of the shitty parts of being therian, and tigers, white tigers especially, they're treated like show pieces, or worse."

"…Well shit, I knew they're endangered, but… fuck."

"Yeah, it's a whole thing, I try not to -"

Our conversation is interrupted by one of the staff tapping corvid-girl on the shoulder and asking to talk privately. She reluctantly agrees to go to the back of the store and talk. At first I think maybe she's being chastised for being a disturbance, but the barista who pulled her away is giving me some very pointed looks. Worried looks, I might even say.

If I angle my ears just right, I can almost hear them through the noise of the rest of the cafe.

"…other patrons were concerned… …young lady so close to a dangerous creature…"

I wonder if the barista notices the indignant look that crosses my face when they describe me as a 'creature'.

Corvid-girl lets out that bird-like laugh of hers. Her voice is a lot more distinct and easier to pick out:

"It's just my aunt! She's not a 'creature', she just takes meds to look like that!"

The barista doesn't protest as corvid-girl returns to our table, but they're still giving me a very 'You'd better not try anything' kind of look.

Corvid-girl sits down, seemingly a little more grounded, a little more sobered. "…I guess I never thought to ask, why a white tiger?"

I lean forward, head in one paw, and give a bit of a shrug. "I relate a lot to them."

"To… being treated like a show piece, or whatever you said?"

"…Yeah. When I was little, they called me 'gifted' and put me in a separate school. I remember being excited about it, but it turns out it just meant getting more homework."

"…Ew."

I smile a little bit. "That's what I thought too! They wanted me to be some brilliant prodigy, a genius in the making, but the reality is I was just more observant and better at math than most people, that's all. I actually had to take an extra year of school because I was so bad at it."

"EWW!!"

"I KNOW, RIGHT?? But, then I went to college and graduated at the top of my class, so the joke's on them in the end."

"I wasn't even planning on staying around long enough for college…" She still has a bit of a depressed air about her, but she's not going into a panic. Maybe I'm better with kids than I thought.

"Yeah, I remember, you were going to turn into a beautiful crow and fly away forever." I try to give her a reassuring look. "But hey, the human world isn't ALL bad."

"Says the woman who's turning herself into a wild animal."

I snort quietly as I hold back a laugh. "Okay, fair, but wild animals don't get the internet, or nice little cafes where weirdos like us can just sit and talk."

"Hah, yeah… Weirdos like us." She gives a smile. An actual, genuine smile. Suddenly all the awkwardness is worth it, to see someone so deeply unhappy smile. "That reminds me, I saw on the server you're into witchcraft, can you… teach me?"

Somehow I feel like I should have expected this. The goth-looking crow girl is into witchcraft, big surprise. "I… guess? Maybe? I'm not like an expert or anything, I've just read a few books and cast a few spells is all."

"Ooh, what kind of spells??" And now she's back to her enthusiastic self.

"Just some protective charms on people who needed them, a few card readings with a tarot deck, nothing much really…"

"Does it really work??"

"I mean, the people I cast those charms on ended up safe in the end, but who knows if what I did made a difference? Some of the card readings were scary-accurate though, I think I might have a talent for divination."

She laughs. "Gonna have to get you to read my future sometime."

We end up spending the next hour or so making small talk, getting to know each other, talking about the ins and outs of humanity removal, complaining about Dr. Erian, until…

"Hey, I gotta go catch the bus back home, but… this was nice." She gives a bit of a smirk. "Cool to meet another weirdo."

Before she leaves, I ask her name - I still don't know it, I've been internally calling her 'corvid-girl' this entire time.

She gives me a disgusted grimace. "Ugh, it's 'Margaret'. I'm named for my great-grandmother, it's SUCH an old-lady name."

"Margaret, like Maggie, as in magpie?" I smile a little. "Those are corvids too, you know."

Her expression softens a little. "…Never thought of that. Still don't like it, though…"

"Well, is there a name you'd like better? I can start calling you that if you like."

She freezes. Somewhere in her eyes I can see her mind working to process what I've just said. "…Nobody ever asked me that before. I'll… think about it." She turns to leave.

"Wait, hold on a sec."

"WHAT!?" She outright glares at me, then seems to soften. "Sorry, it's… never mind."

That… was an EXTREMELY sudden mood shift. Trauma response, maybe? "I… was just going to ask if you wanted a sandwich or something to take home."

"…Didn't bring any money…"

I shake my head a little. "That doesn't answer my question. Would you like me to BUY you a sandwich or something?"

"…Egg salad if they got it I guess…"

I go up to the counter and buy her an egg salad sandwich to go. She looks like she's going to cry when I hand it to her. I… probably shouldn't make a big deal about that, but somewhere deep inside, my heart breaks a little. Does she never have anyone just… offer her food?

I'm beginning to understand why she wants to leave behind the curse of humanity. I chose this path, I wanted to be a tiger, I'm running towards something. Corvid-girl, though? She's running away from something.

I walk her outside, and she starts to walk away, but suddenly stops, and turns back to me. She walks resolutely up to me, then grabs me in a hug.

"Soft…" Her voice is muffled against both my shirt and the fur underneath. "You're very soft…"

Once I get over my surprise at the sudden gesture, I hesitantly put one arm around her shoulders and pat her on the back. She pulls away after a few short moments, and walks away down the sidewalk without another word.

I touch my shirt where her head was leaning, and notice a small wet spot.

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Time to play "Spot the References!" Intentional references below:

"something about a 'foolish undine'" - welldrawnfish (Fish HRT)

"the first well-known humanity remover was a dragon-girl" - ayviedoesthings (Dragon HRT)

"I've been hanging out and playing online games with a lamia" - ariathelamia (Lamia HRT)

"someone out there transitioning to Sonic the Hedgehog" - sonic-spirit (Sonic HRT)

"watching a stream of this one dragon girl talking about her changes" - Rain, by Jocelyn Samara D. (Dragon HRT)

#tiger hrt #therian hrt #animal hrt #species hrt #furry hrt #otherkin hrt #transgender #transwoman #trans #trans artist #lgbtq artist #my art

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Confessions - Finnick Odair x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW Content MDNI, Talks of Trauma from Hunger Games, Talks of Prostitution, emotional sex, vaginal fingering, p in v, i love yous during sex, friends with benefits, sex with feelings, unprotected sex

please guys this is 3,000 words 😭😭😭

based off of an ask to do finnick x shy reader and one where reader admits her feelings for Finnick because her crush on him is so obvious (i definitely did not make the crush part obvious but pls enjoy it nevertheless)

It all started when you had won your Hunger Games. You were the victor of the 69th Hunger Games from District 4. You had grown close to Finnick as he was your mentor during your time as a tribute. And the night before the Games, you had confided in him with all of your fears, all of your weepiness, your goodbyes.

So when you won your games, it was more than a shock to you. You were in a daze. You didn’t comprehend that you won right away. When you had gotten picked up by the hovercraft, you didn’t react. When Finnick greeted you with a bone-crushing hug, you thought it was nothing more than your imagination. Nothing felt real. Not after murdering all of those innocent children simply as a means of survival. Your victory interview passed like a blur. You didn’t even realize when President Snow had gifted you the crown. You didn’t even realize how you had gotten on to the train back home.

You had been in this daze until you arrived back in District Four and heard the ocean for the first time in two weeks. You had been moved to a house in Victor’s Village without your family. Being eighteen years old, you didn’t need to rely on them any longer. So, in your daze, when you saw the ocean for the first time, it hit you. Everything hit you all at once. You were lucky that it had been only Finnick who guided you to your home.

You immediately began to cry, shaking as you understood what all happened. You had killed ten of the twenty-three other tributes which is more than what previous Victors had. You went through hell and back, so much emotional and physical turmoil, and now the repercussions of it all were finally catching up to you. And Finnick? He hugged you immediately, rubbing your bath soothingly as he held you tight, squeezing you to ground you.

The next six months that had followed was all about Finnick being there for you. He made sure you ate, he helped you find a hobby to help you process everything, he was there for you through all of it. And when your victory tour had arrived, you were almost yourself again.

That was until you had spoken to President Snow and everything you had any hopes for came crashing down. To become the Capitol’s Black Bird, he said. You were so shy and humble, you’re attractive too. President Snow thought you were desirable. And therefore, you must become an asset to the Capitol or he will kill everyone you love.

And you couldn’t have that.

That night when you had gotten back from your victory party, Finnick had noticed something was off about you and asked if you had spoken to President Snow. To which you began to cry. You were eighteen years old when you did your games, now being nineteen years old. You hadn’t had sex yet let alone your first kiss. A week later when the news had finally sunk in and you came to terms with it back in District 4, you lost your virginity to Finnick. He suggested the idea saying “I know what it’s like to have that choice taken away from you. You can say no of course but if you’d like, I am here.” So you shyly said yes. It was magical.

And friends with benefits situations were made. Whenever you guys had gone to the Capitol to entertain the Capitol citizens, you both would end up going at the same time, attending the same events. And when you’d get back to the penthouse, you both sought comfort in each other.

Three years later, at the 72nd Hunger Games, you and Finnick were mentors like you have been in the past three years. You both had just gotten back to the District Four Tribute suite with your fellow tributes from the tribute interviews. Everyone had made their ways to their bedrooms, knowing tomorrow would be the beginning of the Games. You unfortunately knew what that meant. Sponsors in the Capitol tend to place bets on their favorite tribute. However, in order for your tributes to get sponsors, you practically have to whore yourself out. It was disgusting but unfortunately something you were used to.

You felt saddened by the thought, knowing tomorrow your tributes will be in the arena and rather than actively helping them, you’ll be getting fucked by some random Capitol stranger in hopes they’ll sponsor your tributes. It was disgusting.

You had gotten yourself showered and into pajamas, wanting to wash off all of the makeup you were wearing. And when you were finished, you had gone to Finnick’s room. He understood how you felt as he currently has to go through the same thing, even doing it before you became a mentor. He likely did it when you were in your own games. You sighed before knocking on Finnick’s door.

A few minutes later, Finnick answered the door in just a towel wrapped around his torso. He gave a small smile before letting you into the room, closing the door behind you. “Hello,” He greeted, walking back into his bathroom.

“Hi,” Came the soft tone of your voice. Your cheeks were slightly red at the sight of Finnick. You’ve seen one another naked so many times and yet he never failed to make you blush. “I just didn’t feel like being alone, i-if that’s okay.” You said as you sat down on the bed.

Finnick walked back out of the bathroom in a pair of underwear, taking a seat next to you on the bed. “Of course that’s okay,” He replied, giving a soft smile. “Anything on your mind?”

You gave a small and sad smile. “Just what tomorrow brings.”

Finnick nodded in understanding, reaching an arm out to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. “It’s going to be tough. It always is.” He said, sighing. He pressed a kiss to your forehead which definitely made your heart flutter more than it should.

You didn’t reply, just allowing yourself that moment to be held by Finnick. You’d never admit it out loud, it would be too embarrassing, but you loved just being in his presence. You loved the feeling he gave you when you were with him. How he always listened to what you had to say, how he never failed to comfort you, just like you never failed to comfort him, he’s helped you through so much. And you couldn’t help the feelings you had for him. But with your current positions, a relationship would not be possible. And it was the sad truth.

You and Finnick sat there in silence for a few minutes until he placed his pointer finger and thumb under your chin, lifting your head up. “I’m going to kiss you, okay?” He murmured softly, his green eyes looking into your beautiful [color] one’s.

You simply nodded your head. And Finnick gently placed his lips on yours. His kisses were always so soft and gentle, like you were the most delicate thing in the world. It warms your heart. You kissed him back just as gently, your eyes closing naturally. Soon the kiss began to get more heated, his tongue exploring your mouth as you allowed it to. And eventually, Finnick’s hand was at the hem of your shirt. He pulled away briefly. “May I?” He asked breathlessly, asking for your permission to take your shirt off.

God he was perfect. You shyly nodded your head, biting your lip as you did so. Finnick gave a small smile as he lifted your shirt up, throwing it onto the floor. You weren’t wearing a bra underneath so your breasts were just exposed. “Can I touch you?” His voice held the same breathless tone as he asked.

“Yes.” Your voice was so soft and quiet.

Finnick leaned in to kiss you again, bringing his hands to grip your shoulders briefly before cupping your boobs. He kneaded the flesh, massaging them gently in his hand. You let out a small whimper into Finnick’s mouth as he began to play with your nipple while his hand played with the other one. You ran your hand through his hair, careful to not tug on it. Finnick pushed you down gently, laying you on the mattress. His mouth never leaving your boob as he leans on you.

He moves his mouth to your other breast, doing the same with it as he done previously so. You bit your lip to avoid moans escaping your mouth. You’ve been sleeping with him for so long and yet, you were still too shy to make noise for him. Finnick trailed his hand down your body, stopping at the hem of your pants. His green eyes look up at yours, as if asking for permission. And you nod your head in confirmation. He sneaks a hand into your pajama pants, realizing you weren’t wearing panties. “Going commando tonight, huh?” He teased against your skin.

You blushed. “Uh…” You bit your lip. Finnick simply chuckled as he began to kiss your chest and abdomen. His fingers trailed your slit, causing you to gasp as he spread your wetness around.

“You’re always so wet for me,” He murmured, kissing right above your naval. His thumb began to toy at your clit, rubbing it in sweet and slow circles. You continued to bite your lip as you inhaled sharply. He slowly eased a finger inside of you, causing you to whimper as he continued to rub your clit with his thumb. He immediately curled his finger, causing you to actually moan. You covered your mouth with your hand, embarrassed. “Don’t hide your moans from me, darling. I want to know that you feel good,” Finnick said reassuringly.

You were still quite shy, being embarrassed of making noise. Finnick moved his thumb off of your clit to give him better access to finger you. His finger moved slowly inside of you, hitting your g-spot so nicely. You closed your eyes as you relished in the pleasure. And after a few moments he added another finger and then a third. And you couldn’t help the small moans escaping your mouth as he fingered you. You felt the familiar clench in your abdomen as your orgasm approached, causing you to arch your back. “Cum for me darling, you’re doing so good,” Finnick praised, pressing a kiss on to your stomach.

When your thighs clamped shut, your walls contracting on his fingers and your body began to quiver as your orgasm overtook you, Finnick was praising you, telling you how beautiful you were and how lovely you felt around his fingers. It was actually quite magical. And when you came down from your high, you were breathless and couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped you as you looked at Finnick. His eyes were full of such…adoration and there was a softness to them. He looked almost as though he were in love. But you quickly pushed that thought away.

“Do you want to continue or are you done for the night?” Finnick asked softly, taking his hand out of your pants.

You bit your lip before replying. “Need you, Finnick.”

And with that, Finnick grinned. He stood up from the bed, standing at the end. He reached forward to grab the waistline of your pajama pants, pulling them off of your body as gently as possible before throwing them to the other side of his room. He took off his own boxers, revealing his cock to the cool air.

He crawled back on to the bed, hovering over you as you opened your legs to him. He held himself up by his arms. “You’re sure you want this, darling?” He asked you softly, looking into your beautiful eyes.

“Yes.” You nodded your head, reaching up to caress his cheek. Finnick kissed your wrist as he reached an arm in between the two of you, guiding his cock to your pussy. He spread your wetness around with his cock before lining up with your entrance. He leaned down to kiss you as he slowly eased himself into you.

You moaned into the kiss, wrapping an arm around Finnick’s neck. And as he entered you all the way, he pulled away slightly, leaning his forehead against yours. “Fuck you’re so tight.” He whispered, already breathless. You looked into his eyes, your heart fluttering in your chest. He gave you a few moments to adjust before he slowly began moving inside of you.

Finnick let out a soft moan as he thrusted slowly, leaning down to bury his face in your neck. Your other arm wrapped around Finnick’s shoulder as you moaned softly in his ear. The closeness to Finnick, the feeling of him inside of you, making you feel so good. You closed your eyes in pleasure as he fucked you slowly. It felt different than all the times you guys have had sex. In fact, it felt very similarly to when you had lost your virginity to him.

Finnick began to move a little bit faster, still maintaining a slow pace as he relished in the pleasure of your wet cunt on his cock. “You feel so good, baby.” He murmured, moving his face to look you in the eyes.

You looked up at him as he continued to thrust into you. Your cheeks were red, your hair was sprawled out on the pillow. You looked absolutely beautiful to Finnick. And he looked so handsome as well. His cheeks were dusted red, his eyes were just so comforting and warm as you looked up at him. He always made you feel so good and just so wonderful. And you couldn’t help it when you moaned out “I love you,” in such a soft tone.

Finnick froze, stopping his movements as he heard you. “W-what did you say?” he stuttered as his heart fluttered in his chest.

Your eyes widened as you realized what you had said. “I-uh” Your heart was beating fast, suddenly worried about ruining this moment and even your friendship with Finnick. But as you looked up into his green eyes, you could see a flicker of hope. “I-I said I love you.” You whispered.

And suddenly Finnick whines, thrusting into you faster. “Fuck. I love you so much, baby,” He says, leaning down to kiss you. You whine and moan, arching your back as he fucks you so deeply. Finnick grabs your hand with his, intertwining your fingers as he holds them near your head. He pulls away from the kiss, breathing heavily with his forehead on yours. “I love you,” He murmurs.

You look up at him so prettily, your eyes glistening with tears of pleasure and also of emotion. “I love you,” you murmured back, breathing just as heavily as he was.

Finnick’s pace quickened as he fucked into you hard. It was all so passionate and romantic as emotions were high. Your second orgasm of the night was approaching as you felt that pressure in your lower abdomen. Finnick must’ve been getting close too as he moaned, repeating the words “I love you” over and over again as he kisses your neck.

And after a few more thrusts, you’re cumming on his cock, your walls clenching around his member so tightly. Your fingers grasped his as your eyes closed in pleasure and you’re moaning. Shortly after, Finnick is cumming deep inside of you, burying his face in your shoulder, with a loud moan.

You both stayed like that for awhile, coming down from your orgasms as you stayed close to one another. And after a few minutes, Finnick pulled out of you, causing you to whine, but he stayed on top of you. He held himself up to look into your eyes. “Did you really mean it?” He asked, his tone holding a level of vulnerability to it.

You looked up at him and nodded your head. “I’ve loved you since I came out of the arena.” You murmured.

And Finnick couldn’t help it when his eyes began to water. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly to push away the tears before looking back at you. He cleared his throat. “I’ve loved you for so long, Y/N.” He said, removing his hand from yours to run it through your hair before caressing your face. “God, I love you so much.”

“I love you so very much, Finnick.” You said, reaching your hand up to his face as well.

And thus began your relationship with Finnick. You guys stayed relatively the same but now with your feelings out in the open, you could enjoy more romantic evenings together in District Four. And every time either of you had to go to the Capitol, the other was always there to comfort them. You guys loved each other more than anything in the world.

Which is why it made it hard when you were both chosen for the 75th Annual Hunger Games.

END.

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eyebawll · 19 days ago

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I saw your Jeff interpretations and I must say I am VERY impressed with your ideations.

Though, I was curious. Specifically about Jeff having some kind of "obsession" with Kate. In his eyes, would you think that he perceives this obsession of his as romantic love? Or is it just platonic admiration? If it was either, what made him have that kind of interest in her?

I hope this doesn't come off shallow-- I really am amazed with your writing and this is the first time I have come across something that includes a relationship between Jeff and Kate.

Thanks for your time!

Hello! Firstly I wanna say thank you so much! It seems to be doing really well and I'm glad. I wanted to make something thats mixed with classic elements, realism, but also fun and where I'm not making him a heartless monster (since not many have made it balance as I've seen). And I'm still working on him! Those were just main ideas.

Funny enough, my whole thing with him and Kate was inspired by my one friend's Kate interp I rped with my Jeff interp over a year ago on Quotev when it was still a thing, and we had the idea that they've grown a bond. This was before the obsessive stuff and I even fully fleshed him out—just that he was a gremlin and basically a demon inside a human body. That type of personality.

I'd forgotten about Jeffrey until recently when my obsession began hitting me with a thousand bricks again. But when I came back, I reached out to my old friend who I hadn't spoken to since the beginning of this month. We immediately started reminiscing on our Kate and Jeff, which is a bit complicated, and hence the Kate section in my Jeff interp!

Although the parts about Kate threatening him, avoiding him etc—that's based on my interp of her. My friend's interpretation is more fond of him, although of course understandably uncomfortable at times. Plus, her version of Kate's alter ego (which she calls it, aka Chaser) definitely likes Jeff. Kate herself is more iffy, and if there's a connection (which there is), it's more just platonic with intimacy, although Jeff (for multiple reasons) is in the delusion that they're in a relationship for a multitude of reasons:

1. Kate acknowledged him. They met for the first time when Slenderman sent them out on a mission together to get rid of rogue proxies. Kate didn't go running and screaming like most women (and others) would. She was confused, cold, and curious. And not a total dickhead. So, Jeff took this as a positive sign.

2. Before they "bond", she's not a major dick to him. Friendly/neutral. That makes him grow fond of her way too quick.

3. When she's in her Chaser state, she seems to really like him. She'll make moves, be feral, much like he is. Although when she snaps out of it, or any hallucination she has, she's repulsed and immediately pulls back. This confuses Jeff but he thinks she's just being playful or playing hard to get. She's never completely rejected him so he doesn't freak out that much at first, especially since Slender would kill him if he tried to harm her. And he's terrified of Slender.

This is all based on my interp and my friend's Interp—although my interp is a little harsher and a little more cold, and probably doesn't like him much more in her Chaser state. As for the attraction, it's a mix of both. He's so hungry for affection of any kind that even a platonic relationship would drive him wild—but he hasn't had a girlfriend since teen hood. He's missed romance so much and is, deep down, a hopeless romantic. He truly yearns for Kate and her love, but he has no idea how to go about it—especially considering his mother was obsessive towards him, and his girlfriend was just...odd. Not great. Possibly abusive. So the two most important females in his life fucked him up even more. We know what that does to a child's mind.

It's still a bit to flesh out but I definitely do ship Jeff and Kate one way or another. And when I think of that, I just see Jeff being the gremlin who needs serious help. He needs to learn how to express things properly, but...I don't think he ever will.

If you, or anyone else reading this has any questions, feel free to ask!

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giggly-squiggily · 25 days ago

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In honor of Senku’s depetrification-aversarry:

Senku has a collection of something insane like shells or coasters or magnets. Anytime Byakuya travels, he brings one to his son. Senku doesn’t have the heart to tell his old man no.

Do not make this boy write an essay. He HATES HATES HATES it. He’ll 10,000,000,000% procrastinate until the last minute because he just doesn’t want to. Problem is, he’s so goddamn good at it that he exceeds expectations. “What do you mean there’s a word limit?” His professors usually give up and give him full marks without even reading.

Yes he gets pissy bc “I worked hard on that damn it.”

Absolute TERRIBLE patient. He has medical anxiety something awful—he knows because diagnosed himself with it before an actual licensed psychiatrist could.

But he cannot stand going to the doctor. He actually sits down and apologizes to his physician before his appointment. Like- “I want you to know that I know as much about medicine as you do. I am apologizing in advance because I will try to diagnose myself with everything that exists.”

His doctor is always like okay :3 here’s a lollipop.

Senku is probably a Vocaloid fan. Likes the Kagamine siblings and Araki. Hates Miku though.

GIVE THIS MAN TRES LECHES RN I THINK HE’D LIKE IT.

When he’s in the zone, he moves his legs a lot. A bouncing knee, tapping feet, dangling legs, kicking feet while laying on his stomach, etc.

MASTER of the New York Times games. Wordle is solved in 3 tries, connections are done easily—and he thinks anyone who can’t do them are morons—spelling bee is always beaten.

And finally, for personal enjoyment, he has the most adorable genuine laughter. Like a true belly laugh after hearing a joke, getting his sides squeezed like no tomorrow, watching Chrome wipe out while trying parkour, etc. his laugh is adorable and highly contagious!!

I’m a slow answerer but an answerer I am! 😎💪🏻

-HQBXNWNSN HELP THE BYAKUYA COLLECTION 🤣🤣🤣 It’s probably a little of everything: shells, magnets, the occasional snowglobe- Oo, he gets Senku maps too! It’s a treasure trove of random things and like you said Senku simply doesn’t have the heart to refuse any of it (sometimes he wishes he treasured them more-especially after the passing of time)

-REAL- essays can choke 💀 Senku creates them last minute like you said, thriving off a combination of energy drinks and sheer audacity- no word limit he wrote an entire books worth on the topic no matter how vague or simple- sources and everything; him getting pissy is so funny- he starts including TLDR’s at the front of his essays cause if your gonna skim it you might as well have the base idea of what he’s on about qhbxbwndnsns 🤣🤣🤣

-HANXNWNDNND Bless him- he’s overdiagnosing himself to the extreme- a slight cough? Some rare lung disease. His belly hurts? Male pregnancy. His neck hurts- he must have some sort of newly discovered disorder. His doctor is so used to Senku’s medical anxiety he’s quick to reassure him he’s not dying or patient zero and always has a pocket of green apple lollies on him cause they help him calm down

-Ooo, YES! Like- he’s not really a super fan? But definitely enjoys the twins’ songs and Araki (who I didn’t know was a vocaloid 👀 it’s been so long since I was in the fandom)- I declare he also really likes Teto and Gumi, but Miku and Kaito not so much. He can’t stand “I’m thinking Miku” after Taiju played it so much it got stuck in his head for months. Now anytime he even hears the beginning of the song he immediately hits skip.

-HE ABSOLUTELY WOULD!! ITS HIS FAVORITE CAKE EVER- Byakuya made it for him once after Senku showed it to him and that’s been his birthday cake for years cause it’s so soft and delicious! (He likes those super soft cakes! Anything firmer than that he’ll eat but won’t enjoy as much); the day they learn how to make it in the stone world he’s nearly in tears after the first bite (not that he’d ever admit to that)

-YES! Our boys got them fidget legs! He’s always wiggling it about- kicking, tapping, bouncing, rolling his ankle about like a composure for ants- Gen once as a joke played patty cake with his swinging feet- it went on for five minutes before Senku realizes what was going on bxbwnxnwndnd If he can’t move his legs, he’ll fidget his toes or his fingers- he’s just gotta move something!

-YES! Puzzles are child’s play for him; crosswords, sudoku, wordle, (never heard of connections but that sounds fun!)- all of the things! He’s sitting there genuinely confused on how others don’t catch on sooner to the word whenever they do village wide wordle. He’ll get impatient after awhile and blurt out the word after the fourth bad guess and looks like an absolute genius to everyone from the village (the modern crew is both amused and kinda annoyed he gave it away so soon sans Taiju who is terrible at Wordle and genuinely impressed)

-HIS LAUGH!! He’s got that loud contagious giggle- the kind where he absolutely collapses on the floor and kinda flails about during! It’s hilarious and infectious- the kind where he’ll snort if he laughs hard enough with tears in his eyes. Tickles works wonders on him, Chrome flopping at parkour (while screaming “PARKOUR”- that’s what really gets him), Taiju’s endless expressions and Gen’s deadpan sass: it gets him laughing and once he starts he can’t stop. Very prone to laugh attacks!

-I got one more for ya: Senku has a weakness for dad jokes. He will groan and moan over them whenever someone lets one rip, but they bring him such joy and will leave him giggling later when he remembers them.

These make me so happy- thank you Ducky 😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻💖💖

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bigcats-birds-and-books · 5 months ago

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Books of 2025: January Wrap-Up.

I read a lot this month! Finally got around to the novella kick I had been hoping to do after NaNo (thanks, Tor!), PLUS the weather was fabulous for reading through some Snowy Winter Books, and I managed to daisy-chain between them really well!

Photos and/or reviews liked below:

TIME'S AGENT - ★★★ I had outrageously high hopes for this one (Pocket Worlds?! dimensional fuckery?! scientist MCs?!? queer?!), and unfortunately it turned out to be Just Okay for me. Very much a grief-centered book, very much a corporate hellscape future (I suppose it does have some Murderbot overlap, in that regard). How time worked in the Pocket Worlds was wild and cool, but I found the grief-strained relationship between the MC and her wife exasperating--maybe it'll hit right for allos, but it was not my cup of tea.

WELCOME TO THE GODDAMN ICE CUBE - ★★★½ I don't usually peruse non-fiction, but I'm doing a subscription box of nature writing this year, and they sent me this! Interesting cultural window to far-north Norway, very winter-approved, and pleasantly surprisingly queer. Glad I read it! (CW for much sexual assault/abuse, though, broadcasted clearly in the first couple pages.)

CAMP ZERO - ★★★½ This near future cli-fi was comped to Station Eleven (which I loved) and The Power (which I have not read), and takes place in far north Canada where something sus is going on at a building project. I was really enjoying it up until the last hundred pages or so, when things suddenly felt very rushed and thrown together--I might've given it 4 stars if she stuck the landing. Another good winter read!

BLACKFISH CITY - ★★★½ I can't decide if this is 3.5 or 4 stars, but since I didn't slam the 4-star button on Goodreads, I'm going to leave it as 3.5. I really liked this one, though! Love a good futuristic floating city in the Arctic. The worldbuilding was very cool, and the polar bear was appropriately terrifying. Had a lot of POVs and jumped kind of rapidly between them, which I didn't have a ton of bandwidth for this month. Overall had a good time! Might reread when the time is right.

LOST ARK DREAMING - ★★★★ I thought this one was also about a floating city based on (not looking closely enough at) the cover art, but it turns out those are Super High Rise Skyscrapers where the first few floors are underwater. More climate fiction, but this one takes place off the coast of Nigeria, and the comp to Rivers Solomon's THE DEEP is absolutely loadbearing (affectionate). Enjoyed this one a lot, too, to the tune of Some Of The Interspersed Poetry Made Me Feel Shrimp Emotions, And I Busted Out A Sticky-Tab To Flag A Few Lines.

THE DEAD CAT TAIL ASSASSINS - ★★★½ This was a lot more fun than I anticipated! I've really enjoyed all of Clark's novella-length work, and this one was funny and surprisingly weird and perfectly fucked up and unfortunately I cannot state specifics without being spoilery. Definitely worth picking up, if you like assassins and mind-bendy plot twists.

ADRIFT IN CURRENTS CLEAN AND CLEAR - ★★★½ One of my favorite January Traditions is reading the latest installment of Wayward Children. I really enjoyed the waterworld in this one, and All Things Russian are my jam! I should go back and reread Sugar Sky, though.

OVERGROWTH - ★★★★½ I received an ARC, and it was SO GOOD HOLY SHIT!!! I actually wrote a Thoughtful Review about it. Out May 6, 2025! Great things to look forward to!!

THE LANGUAGE OF THE NIGHT - 94*/259 pages read; will report back. Really enjoying this so far! It's very thoroughly introduced, and I appreciate the thematic organization over chronological. (*asterisk: By the page numbers, I'm up to 94, but there are definitely xl pages of General Introduction before the book itself starts--I am not exaggerating about Thoroughly Introduced haha.)

Under the Cut: A Note About ~*★Stars★*~

Historically, I have been Very Bad™ about assigning things Star Ratings, because it's so Vibes Heavy for me and therefore Contingent Upon my Whims. (Example: I don't like that stars are Odd, because that makes three the midpoint and things are rarely so truly mid for me)(I have hacked my way around this with a ½, which is really only applicable for me at ★★★ and up). Here is, generally, how I conceptualize stars:

★ - This was Bad. I would actively recommend that you do NOT read this one, no redeeming qualities whatsoever, not worth the slog. Save Yourself, It's Too Late For Me. Book goes in the garbage (donate bin).

★★ - This was Not Good. I would not recommend it, but it wasn't a total waste or wash--something in here held my interest/kept my attention/sparked some joy. I will not be rereading this ever. Save Yourself (Or Join Me In Suffering, That Seems Like A Cool Bonding Activity).

★★★ - This was Good/Fine/Okay/Meh. I don't care about this enough to recommend it one way or another. Perfectly serviceable book, held my interest, I probably enjoyed myself (or at least didn't actively loathe the reading). I don't have especially strong feelings. You probably don't need to save yourself from this one--if it sounds like your jam, give it a shot! Just didn't resonate with me particularly powerfully. I probably won't reread this unless I'm after something in particular.

★★★½ - I liked this! I'll probably recommend it if I know it matches someone's vibes or specific requests, but I didn't commit to a star rating on Goodreads. More likely to reread, but not guaranteed.

★★★★ - I really enjoyed this!! I would recommend it (sometimes with caveats about content warnings or such--I tend to like weird fucked up funny shit, and I don't have many hard readerly NO's). Not a perfect book for me by any means, but Very Good. This is something I would reread! Join me!!

★★★★★ - I LOVED THE SHIT OUT OF THIS, IT REWIRED MY BRAIN, WILL RECOMMEND TO ANYONE AND EVERYONE AT THE SLIGHTEST PROVOCATION (content warning caveats still apply--see 4-star disclaimer). Excellent book, I'll reread it regularly, I'll buy copies for all my friends, I'll try to convince all of Booklr to read it, PLEASE join me!!

#books of 2025 #books of 2025: january wrap-up #time's agent #brenda peynado #welcome to the goddamn ice cube #blair braverman #camp zero #michelle min sterling #blackfish city #sam j. miller #lost ark dreaming #suyi davies okungbowa #the dead cat tail assassins #p djèlí clark #adrift in currents clean and clear #seanan mcguire #overgrowth #mira grant #the language of the night #ursula k. le guin #SO MANY THINGS TO TAG HOLY SHIT #anyway. i also finished the knitting on two [REDACTED] this month (but they still need Actual Finishing)#and i've been Primary Caregiver for mom following open heart surgery (and still mostly working) so like. full month.#oh and we watched SWEET TOOTH and i watched some of ARCANE #AND i'm trying new meds lol #i may have burnt myself out on reading slightly but shhhh #i'm gonna finish binging this show and do a review for a friend and we'll reevaluate

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phoenix-eclipses · 6 months ago

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Our Scratched Record - Perfection is so Quick to Bore

The first time their paths crossed wasn't on purpose. They sat atop the highest part of the playground, staring at the sky and the clouds creating their own unique shapes until a volleyball flew over them. It narrowly missed the young child before bouncing off the playground material and landing on the grass, the opposite side it had come from.

Curiously, they peeked over to see two boys their age run to grab it. One caught their eye, flushing a little bit as he made his friend look up and muttered something.

"Hey! Sorry if I hit you!" he bowed down with a smile, earning a hit from his friend, lecturing him on manners but the one on top just laughed.

Their paths crossed once again at the park. A folder in their hand as they swing, staring at the clouds above. Instead of a volleyball crossing their sight, they're interrupted by the same boy peeking over on the side of the swing with a smile.

"That's a Kitagawa uniform, isn't it?" there was a brief moment of silence as the swinging stopped to properly stare at the boy. "I go there too! I'm a first year."

"...I am too. I just started last month."

"You came in the middle of the year?"

"My mom didn't like the school I started in, so she moved me. Apparently Kitagawa is better connected to some good high schools in the area."

"Oh! Like Aoba Johsai! That's where I wanna go! Their volleyball team is really good!"

"You play volleyball in school?"

"Of course! I'm a setter!"

"...I see... I don't know much about volleyball. Is it fun?"

"I can show you! It's a lot of fun!"

The boy grabbed their arm, the folder abandoned on the swing as he ran to where he left the volleyball in the grass. The papers inside filled of imperfect grades which seemed to fade from their mind as their new friend taught them volleyball.

The first time they ever felt that their paths were connected in a deeper way was when they saw how much he strived for perfection in his sport. He carried a nonchalance for his grades, laughing off a B. When it came to volleyball, even the slightest change in his form that effected him negatively tore him down.

They started going with his friend to drag him away from the junior high's gym and treated him at a nearby convenience store to ensure he wasn't pushing himself.

But they saw that look in his eye each time they dragged him away, a look of desperation to return to volleyball before they managed to distract him with their presences. And yet, despite the amount of times they helped drag him away, it never felt like it was enough.

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I'm going to be honest, this randomly became a thing within the last few hours because I couldn't sleep

at this point (obviously) they're just finishing up at aoba johsai

based off what Ive seen (and what Im sticking with) Oikawa is in class 6 and yn is too, iwa is in 5, makki is in 3 and mattsun is in 1

everytime yn drops a pic thats mostly shadows, especially if oikawas hair is cut off/hard to see his fan girls frantically retweet trying to figure out which shadow he is

yn once joked about styling their hair like his just to mess with them so then there would be two

i cant decide on the general tone of this smau but currently its definitely more like serious with some light heartedness

like they still goofy but like a dang im suffering with some occasional jokes

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MAJOR JRWI: THE SUCKENING EP 4 SPOILERS UNDER CUT (a really long post theorizing about what’s going to happen)

Okay, what happened to Emizel?

I’ve done some reading, and he might be alright. So here’s me showing how damage and death works in Vampire The Masquerade v20. Also known as stage 1: denial.

(Fair warning, I’m putting a few screenshots from the official book, and some of the language used is outdated and potentially offensive.)

So, damage is pretty simple in VTM, there’s 3 basic types: bashing, lethal, and aggravated.

Bashing is like your everyday cuts and bruises, which is the least worrisome type of damage you can take in this game. Depending on the severity, it takes a couple hours to recover at most.

Lethal is a little more scary. Lethal damage is basically anything that would cause a mortal to die upon receiving it. To kindred, these sorts of wounds can be healed but need time and attention.

Aggravating is the worst, and if you remember the fight that Emizel got into, that’s the type Daybreaker (I think that was his name? Correct me if I’m wrong) was dealing. It is basically any sort of supernatural damage taken, from vampire fangs, the sun, or something like werewolf claws. This type of damage can basically insta kill a vampire, causing them to skip a health level and go straight to The Final Death.

Which, brings me to my next point. If Emizel suffered so much damage, how is he alive?

Basically, it’s fingers crossed he’s just entered Torpor. Torpor is like a half step away from the Final Death (which is exactly what it sounds like, it’s basically permanent game over for any vampire).

This is too much info to summarize so give these screenshots a quick read to better understand health levels in this game:

From this we can assume that Emizel is definitely either in Torpor or in the Final Death, but for now I’m just laying everything on the latter.

He’s not just Incapacitated as, based on Charlie’s description, he was actively losing his blood as it evaporated in front of his eyes. He’s definitely unfortunately all dried up atm.

Before the second hit, Emizel took 3 points of aggravating damage and was described somewhere between mauled and health level -5. A very bad place to be. When he tried to flee, Charlie made note to say he could only get about 1 yard away, which is exactly as health level -5 describes.

After he takes another hit, he loses consciousness. We can assume at this point he immediately enters Incapacitated, but as he was rapidly losing blood and was not offered the chance to use blood points, we can also conclude he probably entered Torpor.

Torpor is very close to death and very much not good news, and we can’t expect to see any Emizel for the next good bit. While I didn’t screenshot it all of it, I did read into humanity to figure out just how long that is.

Humanity levels 10-8 are considered above humans. Kindred with this level of humanity go above and beyond when it comes to ethics, and it’s safe to assume Emizel is not there.

7 is considered normal, upset with death and crime, your sort of everyday citizen stuff. This is where most mortals sit.

6-5 is your average vampire range, and it’s safe to assume Emizel is somewhere in there. This range is noted as being okay with certain crime, and considering Emizel’s love for arson and repeated attacks on rival gang members, it suits his character. 4 is where thing start to get iffy, so I’m unsure that Emizel is that low yet.

It’s also important to remember that Emizel lost a humanity level due to his nightmares in episode 3. That’s not great, as the time period for Torpor recovery is dramatically different depending where he is between 6-5.

If he was at level 6 in this episode, he will be out for the next month. To be at level 6, it is assumed that he started at level 7 before ep 3, which given the description and what we know of his character I am a little unsure. With him having killed those Fang members, I think that pushes closer into the 6 range for the beginning of the campaign.

If he was in level 5 in this episode, assuming that he started at level 6, he will be out for the next year. That is a long amount of time considering the stakes of the story currently, and would render him out of the main game.

It really all depends on how Condi and Charlie decide to play this, there’s a very real possibility that Emizel may just be unplayable. Simply put, it’s up to the DM on how nice he wants to be here. I’m not sure how close to this book they’re staying, or if exceptions might be made.

This also completely relies on the idea that Emizel isn’t just in Final Death. Considering he’s lost both of his arms, all of his skin, and who knows what else, that’s really up in the air right now. It’s completely possible his body is just too far gone. Who knows, maybe by some miracle he’s just Incapacitated, that’d be great!

There also might be more exceptions to these rules I haven’t read (I really only read like 5 pages out of the 500 or so) or I could be missing some other important information, so take everything I said with a grain of salt. I’m just… really hoping he’s okay and this is how I’m rationalizing the way he could be.

If you made it to the end of this long long post, congratulations, please tell me what you think and how you feel this is going to go!!

I just spent like an hour typing this out on my phone and I don’t think I’m going to proofread it as it is just rambling 👍 but kudos to you for sticking through it

#jrwi spoilers #BIG ONES DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVENT SEEN THIS EPISODE YTE #jrwi #jrwi the suckening #jrwi emizel #emizel tucker #jrwi theory #anyways these next two weeks are going to be tortuous. Not pumped for the wait 🙃#also if anyone knows more about this system and wants to correct me please do i have absolute bare minimum knowledge about it and i could #very well be wrong

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ao3usermelancholyhues · 5 months ago

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Fanfic Writer Interview

tagged by the delightful @itcanbepalped 💚

What fandoms do you write in?

bandom rpf was my stomping ground for many, many years but while i still potter around there, my inspiration lies heavily in stranger things these days! occasionally another tv show does sneak its way in but it's a rare occurrence.

How many words did you publish in 2024?

43,194! i was scared to check; definitely not as much as i could've written, i had killer writer's block for the last 6 months of the year.

What are your top three fics you wrote last year?

dirty with harmony alex gaskarth/collin patrick walsh (of all time low & grayscale respectively). E. 3k words. filthy, filthy ass-eating based on two different songs. it was my first fic of 2024 and i'm still very proud of it. treasure finder steve harrington/billy hargrove. E. 6.2k words. canon divergent billy's journey from childhood to adulthood growing up with a foot fetish, and the shame that comes with feeling like there's something wrong with him. the feedback i got for this one made me genuinely emotional, and i intend to complete a couple of sequels for it this year! touch so soft (but where's the kill?) steve harrington/eddie munson. E. 13k words. steve's a cecaelia and eddie graduates to monsterfucker status after becoming enamoured with his tentacles. this one nearly didn't get finished and posted in time so it deserves the mention.

What was your biggest pit of despair moment?

when i finished that fucking tentacle fic with not even 48 hours to spare, in the middle of the night when i had work the next day, and for whatever reason on this occasion... the formatting didn't save when i tried to post it. so i had to comb back through the entire fic the next day to make sure it was all formatted correctly and i was about CRYINGGGGG.

What have you learned?

that writing for tv show characters rather than rpf is sooooo much more intimidating. so it takes more work to try and block out the insecurity in writing and posting because people have extremely strong opinions about how to interpret canon and how a character should behave. it's rough honestly and i struggle with getting the 'voices' right the way i want them but i'm getting there, i think.

Did you beta any fics last year? Any faves you want to shout out?

i am super anal and i love beta reading; i did comb through a portion of a friend's fic and help them with a couple of little plot-hole errors but it was very minimal and their fic is far from being done so i can't even shout it out. i don't really have the time to beta read these days!

What three fics from last year did you love?

THIS IS HARD AS FUCK BRO. when the bones are good by @un-buttoned steve harrington/billy hargrove. E. 28.4k words. beautiful canon steve character study that expertly weaves billy into it and gives them a happy ending. the stancy of it all was highlighted perfectly and it's just... so good. a good few years old now but i only read it last year and i'm so glad i did! this author does harringrove so perfectly. double by @itcanbepalped steve harrington/eddie munson. E. 4.8k words. it was soooooo hard to pick just one of mads' fics because i read a lot of them in 2024 and they're all excellent but so many of them were absolutely stellar to me personally. i had to go with this one though because scoops!steve, the double penetration IN PUBLICCCCC, the gagging... stunning work. and trans eddie just hits. excerpt from my comment on the fic if you're not sold on reading it yet: also your tag "unrealistic sex" made me laugh. what do you MEAN it's unrealistic to double-slam your best totally platonic bro's hairy hole with your straps selected specifically to remind you of him in public sugar hiccup by 02tilt steve harrington/eddie munson. E. 9.1k words (chaptered, completed). i don't know this lovely author's tumblr so i can't tag them but this short chaptered fic is a fucking delight. i love their writing style, their eddie voice is perfect to me, it's funny, it's smutty, steve is portrayed wonderfully through eddie's eyes. i think it's a fucking sin this fic doesn't have more comments, i love it so much. easy but lovely read.

What ideas are percolating for this year?

many! but most pressingly, i would like to participate in femslash february this year, as well as @subeddieweek, and maybe later in the year, kinktober. i would also like to complete a sequel to treasure finder!

tagging, but no pressure: @ao3userwalkingonfirex @griefabyss69 @zombiethingy + any other writer who sees this and thinks it would be fun!

#tag games

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sickonthedancefloor · 9 months ago

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Sicktember Day 2 - Too much of a good thing / Overindulgence

Sicktember Prompt: Day 2 – Too much of a Good Thing / Overindulgence Fandom: BTS Sickie: Hoseok Caregiver: Yoongi Content: Alcohol use, vomiting

I wanted to crack out at least one last one before the end of the month. Based on Hoseok's Suchwita episode.

It’s wild. Yoongi, way too inebriated for this kind of disaster, stares at his best friend in front of him. Hoseok’s leaning forward, hands on his knees, puking his guts out right in the hallway. And all Yoongi can hear is water. Every loud retch comes with an odd, wet splash, but as he stares at the ground, the floor shifting a little too uncomfortably for his own good, he realizes this is definitely happening. And it doesn’t look good.

After all, his floors are white over here. Were. Were white, white marbled because it made for a really cool floor according to the interior designer. But here? It’s just… purple. And it’s odd, all wet and bora-esque and it smells of stomach bile and wine.

They drank so much wine.

Well, Hoseok drank more wine.

Hoseok vomits another mouthful, and when he looks up, bora staining his designer shirt, dripping down his chin, the younger rapper laughs. Yoongi ends up cracking up over this.

Nothing about this should be funny, but it’s hilarious to the two of them.

“Hyuuuung,” Hoseok squeaks out. He’s a little pale, and not sure where to move. There’d purple on the house slippers he’s borrowing, and Yoongi is so glad he bought a cheap pair last time he ended up at the grocery store. “Hyuuuung, how am I s’posed to move?”

“Why’d you throw up in the hallway?!” Yoongi squeaks out. He can’t stop laughing, but the not-water is dripping down the hall, approaching his own slippers. When it soaks into the fabric, he cringes—of course it’s warm. And nasty.

Oh it smells bad. Yoongi grimaces for a moment, then just gives up and steps right into the middle, just as Hoseok leans forward—and pukes right on his right foot. Yoongi’s at least closer now, so he just rubs Hoseok’s back until he stops.

“Hyung, it stinks,” Hoseok says.

“I’m gonna make you mop my house,” Yoongi answers.

Both of them laugh. Hoseok loves cleaning, it’s not even a real punishment. But he’s catching his breath and feeling better, so Yoongi loops an arm around his waist. Both of them pause—Yoongi’s center of gravity shifts for a moment. He’s too drunk for this. Hoseok’s too drunk to be helpful, but he clings to the shorter one, tiny fingers gripping his shirt. Hoseok uses the bottom of his shirt to wipe his mouth; he’s gonna regret that later, Yoongi’s pretty sure. Hoseok loves this shirt, and it’s gonna be a hard clean. The slippers are gonna get trashed.

“C’mon, Seok-ah, let’s go to the bathroom. You can throw up the rest of the wine in the toilet, yeah?”

But when Hoseok takes one step forward, he clamps a hand over his mouth. Yoongi hurries him down the hall into the bathroom, and Hoseok just pukes on the floor in there. At least it’s a wet bath. He lets Hoseok squat near the drain and just moves to the shower, turning on the shower head. He’s immediately blasted in the face by cold water, and with a scream he stumbles out, half soaked. Hoseok squeaks when the cold water hits his slippers, and Yoongi has to brave the spray to aim it down and turn it warmer. By the time he gets it warmer, Hoseok’s settled on the ground, and he’s cracking up.

And before he knows it, Yoongi’s cracking up too.

#whit writes #bts sickfic #sick!hoseok #caretaker!yoongi #cw: emeto #sicktember 2024 #sicktember day 2 #cw: alcohol

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koolades-world · 11 months ago

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alright so, quick idea regarding reopening requests! please read more if you're interested in making a requests :) yapping and some probably scuffed math ahead just fyi lol. if you've made one while requests have been closed, please read this too!

i've been thinking about it, and as soon as I get down to a manageable amount, i'd implement this system. right now, i have 77? i think which is a lot but much better than it was before. i believe i started with about 120 something. considering that, i don't think it would go into action until november. if i reopen them in november, if i make a request post everyday and am keeping up with spellbound secrets, i would have 12 requests left, which seems like a good number to reopen on. that's only if i don't go on a reduced posting schedule, and if i solely make posts based on requests. fall term begins in about a week for me, so i'll be getting busier with schoolwork and may not have as much time as i do now. i also love to write things that make me happy, and as well as making posts for holidays, which would mean more requests gone unwritten.

so i'm thinking for the first week of every month, they'll be open. they wouldn't close until midnight of the seventh day or until i hit 30. i hope it never gets to that point, but i figured it would be good to add a cap. this number may change either if i feel like it needs to be raised or lowered. then i'd shut them, work on what i received. rinse and repeat for the next month. it ensure my inbox isn't too full, and that you get your request done in about a month! of course, when we get closer to reopening them, i'll make another post and update my pinned :)

i'm not sure how many other people have been having this problem, but i've been noticing that things i know have been in my inbox aren't there when i haven't touched them, requests will duplicate themselves, or they'll be in an order that they definitely weren't in before. i think it had to do with the fact that i have so many items in my inbox. of course, these issues resolve themselves, but there's no set time for when they'll return to normal. i don't think anything has vanished for good, but i have no way of knowing. i don't want any requests to slip through the cracks. if i accidently do one that was duplicated, it just further delays requests that actually need to be done.

this is the reason i've been deleting requests that have been made while i've had them closed. i hate to sound rude, but it's not too hard to read my pinned post especially when the text for my inbox is "read pinned post" or something along those lines. i even made it simpler to see that requests were closed by not having it under a read more and bolding it. it hasn't been easy to just straight up delete them, but they're just further adding to the number of items in my inbox, which i'm trying to reduce and may be contributing to much earlier requests having issues that i talked about above. i also didn't want to go back on what i said. if i do it for one person, i have to do it for everyone which just isn't fair. if you're one of these people, hey! thanks for reading this. know i'm not mad or upset with you but just ask that you please check if requests are open or not next time :)

just wanted to give a heads up! sorry it's taking so long, but i'm sure you guys understand. if i'm in a good mood and have time, i might double up some days to help cut back on those leftover requests and get them done sooner. thanks for reading! this was way longer than i thought it was going to be haha

have a wonderful day <333

#koolade khats

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ladytauria · 2 years ago

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trick or treat!

thank you for asking! 🎃

have a snippet from the vampire!tim wip~ tentatively titled icy hands, icy heart, and based around this summary:

Tim assumes the others know he’s not, and never has been, human. He's wrong.

tentatively am thinking it's going to be jaytim but right now all i have is 2k words of jason, damian, and duke discovering tim's vampirism, and tim discovering that, in order for people to know things, you have to tell them.

in his defense, he did tell alfred, bruce, and dick. (& maybe babs)

“So you’ve been a vamp this whole time?” Jason is scrutinizing him—particularly his neck.

“I was born one.” That gets Jason’s eyes on his face again.

“Vampires can have babies?” Duke blurts.

“Yes,” Tim says. Though not without difficulty. If one of his parents had been human, it would have been easier—but they weren’t, and it hadn’t been. His parents were… protective as a result. Their jetsetting hadn’t been born out of a desire to see the world at any cost—though, Tim was sure it factored in—but, rather, decreasing the possibility they could be exposed. It’s hard to suspect someone of vampirism if they’re never around, after all.

That was also why they had so little in the way of domestic help—especially after a near-miss with Tim’s last caretaker. And why they moved him schools so often. (He had to miss so many days, especially in the summer and spring months, when everything was bright and sunny. Online school would have been easier, perhaps, but inspired its own problems. Tim needed to be as normal and human as possible.)

Tim isn’t sure those had been the best decisions—and neither, in the end, had his father. But it was too late to go back and change them now.

“I’ve… definitely seen you out in the sun,” Jason says, though he sounds as if he’s suddenly doubting his recollection.

“You have,” Tim agrees. “It’s… taxing. I have to feed well before I head out, and even then, I make sure to cover up as much as is reasonable. It helps that Gotham is the way she is, though.” Nearly perpetually cloudy, the sky clogged with pollutants despite environmentalists’ (and Wayne Enterprises’) best efforts.

“I’ve never seen you drinking blood, though,” Duke says.

“Yes you have,” Tim counters. “You just didn’t realize that’s what I was doing. I don’t usually feed from people. I buy pig’s blood from a local butcher.” A discreet one, who catered to people like Tim. “I don’t drink nearly as much coffee as it looks like I do.”

“Oh.”

“But you do drink coffee,” Jason says, the skin around his eyes creasing suddenly. “Don’t you?”

Tim remembers the bag of expensive coffee grounds Jason left at the Nest, a few weekends ago, and smiles. “Yes. I can drink and eat human food. Mostly for the taste, but I do have to be cautious with caffeine and alcohol. Hits my bloodstream much faster, you understand.”

“You don’t feed off of humans?” Damian asks, scrutinizing him again.

“Not usually,” Tim repeats. “There have been a couple of emergencies, and I’ve had to drink from Bruce and Dick a time or two.” And, of course, there had been Tam, during his time away. That had been the most he’d ever fed from a human before, and he understood why some of his kind refused to feed from anything else. The taste had been exquisite, and the power—

Tim mentally shook himself.

“What about…” Duke gestured vaguely towards the medical bay. Everyone—except Tim—had a cache of blood there, to be used in case of emergencies.

Tim shakes his head. “Too processed. It’s like eating a snack cake, except it also tastes disgusting.” He had tried it once, during that first emergency. He hadn’t wanted to bother Bruce. Just the smell had made him want to wretch, but the actual taste? Ugh. And even draining the entire bag had done very little to quell the hunger. He hadn’t tried it again since.

Jason snorts. “Tracks, I guess,” he says, like he’d never thought of it before. Which, to be fair, he probably hadn’t. “So, s’that how you were able to stalk us for so long? Vampire magic?”

Tim snorts. “Oh, no, I didn’t have the energy for that,” he says, shaking his head. “It maybe helped that my reflexes were quicker, and I was still a bit faster than a human kid, but. No, that was all me.”

“What do you mean you didn’t have the energy?” Damian crosses his arms. “You were going out into the field impaired?” Despite being a head shorter than Tim, even with Tim being seated, he still managed to look down his nose at him.

Aw. Baby bat is worried.

“No,” Tim says. “Well—yes? I guess? Kind of?” He grimaces, and tilts his head. It’s been a long time since he’s had to explain any of this. “My parents didn’t want word getting out that we were vampires. There’s a lot of stigma, still. Few bad apples spoils the bunch, you know how it is. So, we pretended to be human, as much as possible. That meant I had to go to school. During the day. Which, like I said, is draining. I wasn’t—“ He paused, raising his cup to his lips. It’s coffee, this time, though now that he’s no longer consumed by his work, he can tell he needs to switch to blood soon, if he wants enough time to get down to normal strength for patrol.

“I wasn’t impaired in the way you’re thinking. By the time it was time to chase Batman and Robin—or, later, be Robin—I usually had time for a nap and some blood.” He didn’t always take the nap. “I wasn’t at ‘peak performance’ per se, but, I wasn’t exactly impaired, either.”

Damian’s face is pinched.

Tim sighs. “Look, physically, I was fine. Magically, I couldn’t do much. That’s all that means.”

The skepticism on Damian’s face gives Tim a bad feeling. Oh well. That's future Tim's problem to deal with.

#ngl it was v hard to cull the snippet down to this #but i think!! i have shared the beginning section somewhere #i will try to dig that up #asks and answers #lovely anons #icy hands icy heart #tauriawritesfanfic #also this is kinda rough i’m sorry #a lot of the repetition will be fixed once i do edits <3

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