#but stop treating characters like they are real people

[mikalilys]

Please stop publicly hating on fanfics. PLEASE!! Especially in a comment section of a video that’s about the fic or the fandom, because whether you’re aware of it or not, the author could have a social media account on that platform and see the hate. The hate on something they did for fun, for free. If you want more content then you have to stop hating. these authors aren’t celebrities they don’t have pr teams or people dealing with hate for them, they’re participants in fandom, and they’re real people.

Fanfics are not books, yes some are amazing enough to be, but you do not buy them, they’re provided to you for free. A fanfiction being popular is not like a book you bought sitting on your shelf, you should not feel obligated to read it because you spent money on it. Because you didn’t. it’s free. Fanfics no matter how popular should not be treated and reviewed like books, you do not get to publicly criticise or say “how are people buying this?!” Because they’re not. It’s free. It doesn’t matter if you think it’s overrated, it’s something someone did for fun, and you don’t get to criticise that, especially because it’s public for you to read!! Don’t be mad that something’s overrated, be glad that it was even up in the first place, someone could have easily just left it as a draft and never posted it, but they did. They decided to share this piece of themselves, to the fandom for anyone to read and that is a gift.

Ao3 is an uncensored website for fanfics, you can write about literally anything. And yet I see “no don’t read that fic it’s problematic!!” In a comment section. Fanfiction is not censored, if you want morals and every character being perfect and making the ‘right’ choices, then get off ao3. Also reminder that an author can write characters making decisions that they don’t agree with, for depth of the story. Just because your favourite character, that you see as the pinnacle of righteousness, makes a bad decision or says something mean does not make the story bad or problematic. It also doesn’t make the author agree with that decision. All the time authors of published books write about morally grey characters or villains. But when an ao3 author does it all of a sudden they must have committed the war crimes that they wrote their villain to commit. Do you realise how stupid that sounds?? 😭

Also don’t post vague negative videos about something/someone even if you don’t say who or what it’s about, it leads the comment section to gossip about who they hate and that’s just not cool. And tagging the fandom that they’re in??? 90% of the time they’re going to see that.

Public hate is not cool, if you don’t like someone, talk to you friends about it if you’re craving other peoples validation so badly. You don’t need to post something publicly. And I know hate gets more popular then love in fandom, no matter if it’s headcanons or fics or creators, but that doesn’t make it good. I don’t know why people are so negative all the time, like I don’t care what headcanons you hate, why do you even spend that much time thinking about something you hate?? I want to hear what headcanons you like, I want to know you fav characters, your kins, literally anything.

Sorry this is so long, it just pisses me off to see a fun video about fandom and then I open the comments and it’s filled with hate. This is a fandom, have fun with it!!! Please. 😭

[soupradio]

I miss s1 y'all I'm so upset about this

I'm half asleep and Tumblr crash when I wrote this the first time this app is really trying to piss me off. This is more rant I don't think I added anything to the conversation but I had thoughts and I needed them out.

"use minorities as a way to push conservative propaganda to a left leaning audience in a palatable way."

First of all great phrasing second of all a lot of y'all are falling for it.

I don't think it's just that people like a character I think it's people who genuinely defend billionaires and bad people like a lot of y'all are showing your true colors when you defend the actions of characters like Caitlyn and Mel and even Viktor.

Yes all three of these characters are complex great but are you just saying that so that people get off your ass about your favorite character being also kind of a bad person.

"Stop trying to put your real life issues on a TV show/stop treating fictional characters like real people" What lens do you want me to view media through? Reality affects Media. When season 1 in its entirety was just a mirror for the oppression we see in real life? Did that slip past y'all? It's not just because you like the character it's because these are your real morals. Y'all might not want to come to that realization because you might realize that you're morals don't necessarily align with the shit that you post on your Instagram story.

Like they gave us a fascist cop, a classist billionaire, and a cult leader. None of which had to suffer by the way I mean the cop and the billionaire lost their moms but like that's it meanwhile zaunites are still losing everything and have for thousands of years them losing their mom don't make up for shit. And Zaun still helped them in that war and every single zaunite became a piltover apologist.

It almost feels like they hid these centrist fence sitting leaning right politics under themes of oppression and generational trauma and revolution and familial relationships, just for the lesson in the end to be forgive and hope that you're oppressors are nice to you. But a lot of y'all are eating it up.

Because you aren't just liking a character that's a fascist in the story You are defending the actions of a fascist. Your defending the actions of billionaires and bad people. Y'all are so quick to say eat the rich in real life but the second your favorite character is a billionaire you are quick to defend. That's pretty telling. This isn't just fiction.

And it feels like the creators also hid behind the fact that this fascist is a lesbian and this billionaire is a black woman in order to reel people in and almost put like hazy rose-tinted glasses over the fan base and y'all fell for it. If you do hate Mel it's never for the right reasons, you'll never criticize her for the fact that she's actually a classist. For the fact that she is probably benefited the most from the oppression of the undercity, and done nothing for them.

That's why I don't like her. If she existed in real life I would be against her whole heartedly I would have hope she didn't make it out of that councilor room too, Y'all don't like her because she's a black woman we are not the same.

Like the desire for representation overpowering your critical thinking. I can criticize Caitlyn and Vi's relationship and say it's not healthy without me being against lesbians. You can want lesbian representation and not accept every single piece of it that comes your way. Vi can be good representation while the relationship can be bad, Y'all keep saying you understand complexity and yet these basic things fool you.

Or maybe the creators are just stupid and a bunch of white people who can't read a room it's probably the latter

Arcane ignores all of the intersectionality that comes between race, gender, sexuality, social class and use minorities as a way to push conservative propaganda to a left leaning audience in a palatable way.

And it works, because you guys are out here loving a fascist and a billionaire.

It's a power fantasy they sell.

...or maybe the writers are just really stupid, dunno.

[earthtojennaa]

trigger warning crazy controversial opinion here but what if we stopped looking into every detail of paige and azzi’s interactions and friendship and just let them live…

first off if they’re in a relationship they’re keeping it private for a reason! let them live! you’re being a creep trying to expose “pazzi” all over the internet and backing it up with “facts” that are just minuscule details you found in clips or on their socials and that makes you look like a stalker trying to out them.

second of all do you have nothing better to do?? sure they’d be cute together but their friendship and how they play together is awesome as well, let’s focus on that instead. i’m sure they’d rather that than have every detail of their interactions under a microscope because i’ve said this before and ill say it again, they are PEOPLE.

third, following the last point, THEYRE PEOPLE. you’re being odd and treating them like made up characters in a book series shipping them together like they aren’t actual people. obviously i read and write fics but you have to separate that from real life and remember that they aren’t characters in a book and they are people in college with feelings and lives.

it’s okay to have thoughts and theories; shipping is fun, but it gets to a point, and a lot of people are taking it too far!

[olderthannetfic]

www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/771823370694213632

You need the say the bit about the way canon treats characters way louder because I really think that the way the character is... framed, I guess? accounts for huge chunks of it.

I remember when the Disk Horse was about Finn vs. Kylo Ren from the Star Wars sequel trilogy and I got called racist for trying to point out that Finn was always framed as the comic relief/unserious by the canon. He has a character arc in the first movie, but his emotions and his trauma and his personality are mostly played for laughs (ha! ha! Black janitor guy is scared because he's a coward! - and him being a janitor is a change that came pretty late, he was originally meant to be the top of his class). OTOH Kylo Ren has the camera linger on his anguished face while sad music plays and he monologues about the moral conflicts that he's facing.

The average viewer/reader - especially in the case of visual media - doesn't really stop watching to form non-prejudiced independent opinions on every character (and really shouldn't if your narrative is well-constructed!), that'd take up too much of their mental bandwidth! They let themselves be guided by how things and people are framed, so of course they'd see Ren as Serious and Tragic and Finn as the funny guy, which is inherently less sexy to most people!

Same thing with F/F: when canon treats its women with any degree of complexity and gives them the sort of character traits that are conductive to blorbofication people are all over it!

My dash's been drowning in Rhaenycent for a year now, and that's a show that arguably sorta botched its female characters in the attempt to make them complex! But it doesn't matter, because they set up all these juicy dynamics and the fans are all over it!

Fans LOVE Claudia from IWTV even though the tragedy of her canonical role is that the guys always sideline her for each other.

I went to the Anora tag after seeing the movie and saw a bunch of Anora x reader fic in between the gifs the same way I did for Feyd Rautha from Dune or any other feral unhinged character fans love imagining themselves having sex with (and then blocked it lol).

Like, my taste in women and men is exactly the same but the large majority of characters that fit it are men, because we just don't get a lot of women who are composed, charming rogues on the outside and crippled traumatized messes on the inside, with a narrative that gives this sufficient weight, and also lets them be feral and unhinged. And I actually prefer minority characters because where I'm from I'm from a minority group myself, but again, most of them don't fit the bill personality-wise or framing-wise.

Fandom's a hobby and it's meant to be fun - I'm not gonna be constantly swimming uphill from what the canon is trying to present to me just because a character shares a demographic category with me. I think this is the case for most people, really.

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My read on a lot of this is that people are sad about the status quo (fair) and are lying to themselves that the culprits are nearby where they can reach them.

If we confront the fact that the real source is the director or the cinematographer or the studio head, it all feels so much more insurmountable.

Of course, one can opt for niche, indie media, but a lot of people don't want to do that, so they fall back on this shitty coping mechanism of pretending that they can yell at the people around them and effect meaningful change.

[mywitchyblog]

hello! I really love your content, and I’ve been following you for quite some time. i think your opinions on various topics are very thoughtful and accurate, so i have a question.

i’ve been noticing a subject (particularly on shiftok😭) where many people express their dislike of others scripting traumatic events into their realities, included to create a more intense backstory for them. for example, scripting that they lost a parent when they were younger or went through psychotic depression as a child.

i’d like to hear your opinion on this. do you think it’s okay to script some kind of trauma or disorder? personally, I don’t see an issue with it since it doesn’t affect my life or anyone else’s, but i’d love to hear your perspective on this topic!

Oh, honey, you just brought up one of my favorite rant-worthy topics. Grab a snack because we’re diving in! 🍵✨

My ✨Personal✨ Take:

First, thank you for the love, darling! It’s always a vibe connecting with someone who actually gets it. 💅 Now, let’s talk trauma scripting, because whew, the discourse around this is hotter than Satan’s sauna.

Here’s the thing: your DR is YOURS. Period. Full stop. You can script a Disney princess life or the tragic backstory of a brooding anti-hero—it’s entirely up to you. If you want to script a life-altering trauma, go off, babe. As long as you understand what you’re doing, it’s valid.

Let’s debunk the idea that “scripting trauma is bad”: In your DR, you’re living that experience. It’s not just words on paper; it becomes your reality. So if scripting something intense—like losing a parent or battling a mental health condition—helps you process, heal, or simply add depth to your DR self, that’s your business. Trauma, when scripted thoughtfully, can even be therapeutic. For some, it’s about reclaiming control over a narrative that felt chaotic or unresolved in their CR.

But let’s be clear: this isn’t playtime. You will feel what you script. The loss, the grief, the psychotic depression? It will be as real in your DR as it is for someone who’s endured it in their CR. So, if you’re scripting trauma for kicks or because you think it’s “dramatic,” you might want to take a hard look at your intentions.

The Fanfic Shifters Rant (Aka I Hate These Hoes):

Now let me pop off on these Shiftok clowns for a second. 😤 You know exactly the ones I’m talking about: the “everything’s just a quirky little fanfic” crew who waltz into shifting spaces treating their DRs like a bad Wattpad draft.

These hoes (yes, HOES) script trauma the way they’d order a pumpkin spice latte—casually, without thinking. “Oh, I’ll just throw in some childhood abandonment and sprinkle in an abusive relationship for ✨character development✨.” Like, are you dumb? Trauma isn’t a fucking aesthetic. It’s not “flavor” for your DR backstory.

When these people romanticize trauma, they trivialize the pain that real survivors experience. And worse? They make the whole shifting community look like a joke. Imagine someone who’s genuinely trying to use their DR to heal from their CR trauma stumbling upon one of these idiots? Embarrassing. I hate these hoes with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. They treat shifting like a sandbox where nothing matters and then complain when they end up spiraling in their DR because “oops, I didn’t realize depression would feel like that.” 🤡

I cannot stress this enough: your DR isn’t a fanfic. It’s your LIFE. You’ll live it, breathe it, feel it—all of it. If you’re not prepared to shoulder the weight of the trauma you’re scripting, don’t do it. And if you’re scripting trauma because you think it’s cute or cool? Stay far, far away from me. You’re not just irresponsible—you’re dangerous.

TL;DR (But Make It Iconic):

Scripting trauma is okay—as long as you’re doing it with intention and understanding the consequences.

Don’t treat trauma like it’s a quirky little accessory for your DR backstory. It’s serious, babe. Respect it.

To the fanfic shifters romanticizing trauma: I hate you hoes. Y’all are the reason people side-eye our entire community. Fix it.

Remember, shifting is about creating your dream life, not trivializing the experiences of others or glorifying pain you’ve never lived. Be mindful, stay informed, and, most importantly, don’t be a clown. 🤡✨

[moonshinesonic-moonstarslight]

Bittersweet story notes:

God!Shang Qinghua works a little differently than usual here. Instead of having great powers, or memory of the plot, ect., Airplane is stuck with thoughts and ideas still affecting the world. Things get reconned and modified based on his ideas for new plants and beasts/plots or philosophical thoughts on certain subjects.

The catch? He's not the one who chooses these changes.

It's the System.

Who makes the changes as it wills while blaming Airplane for it should the idea not work to fix plot holes/worldbuilding. (No spending time to sit down and meditate on how the world should work doesn't please the System. Airplane tried. Only to get ignored and the System to take his random thoughts instead. He was so pissed about it.)

Airplane has found that there is three constants he has to keep regarding this world:

1: Porn (contrived, random, and apparently the biggest thing since the domestication of grain)

2: Misunderstandings and Miscommunication (which if avoided would have solved so many problems with the world)

3: Tragedy (though size of tragedy may vary)

And that the System has favoritism towards his random in-depth smut inducing ideas or taking his torture fantasies and making them reality on some random characters that Airplane has to interact with later.

It sucks and he's so very tired. (People long stopped being people to him, not because he thinks he is the only "real" person. But because the System doesn't treat them like people. Airplane has serious doubts that even he is real in this nightmare of a world. It's just better for his sanity if the people who has to suffer his contrived plots and fantasies are just canon fodder nobodies or fate bound puppets he is stuck watching move about to the script he wrote a lifetime ago.)

Shang Qinghua is a man of many masks. Even the "Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky" Shen Yuan meets and gets to know is one. (While people have many masks to go through life, Airplane treats each mask like a role to play and rarely lets his true personality come out. He's not sure who that is anymore, truth be told, and he's not comfortable trying to find out any time soon.)

One of the things Cumplane has to work through after the contrived smut at the beginning of the story is that Airplane's ideas do still affect the world. And that Shen Yuan hasn't actually been getting to know the man who wrote his most hated (*cough*and loved*cough) book over these last few months. But instead has been seeing his "persona of a hack smut author". Dragging Airplane out of his bundle of personas and masks is going to be a challenge...

Especially due to the fact that the idea that the System grabbed and used on them wasn't just a mere 'fuck it out and you're good' flower. Nope! It was Airplane's idea for a more romantic/consensual fuck flower. Basically it's a wedding flower. Used to help lovers get over wedding night nerves and used in some cultures (both human and demon) to elope. [Airplane hadn't figured out how it worked ecologically yet, just culturally and biologically/spiritually] The biggest thing about this flower is that it needs a kiss (on the mouth) and sex to have the marriage be complete and valid. It is possible to trick the senses into thinking that the "marriage rite" the flower promotes is done without actually going through with it. But it's a bit tricky to pull off as those who are under the effects desperately want to go through with it properly.

Because the flower doesn't merely promote sex, but honest feelings for their partner as well. (Can easily backfire, but in Airplane's defense he had just thought this up a few minutes before Shen Yuan ran into it. He hadn't had time to work all the details before the System went yoink!)

So yeah, Cumplane is married now. And getting a divorce from an elopement with this flower is extremely hard. Like you have a better chance fighting Bingge with no golden finger level hard.

Neither are taking it well to say the least.

[windyskiez]

BSD FANDOM: STOP TAGGING YOUR POSTS OR FANART WITH THE AUTHOR'S REAL NAME OR FULL NAME.

I know it's too late but PLEASE-

Reason number 1: It's making it hard for people to research the people that the characters are based on and certain information about them.

Furthermore, Asagiri switches the authors' relationships in BSD. For example, Dazai treated Akutagawa badly in BSD, but irl wise he idolized him. The more you use the authors' names around BSD related media, the more misinformation might be spread.

Reason number 2: If the wrong media gets to the wrong people, (let's say, the authors' relatives or into political issues) You might get yourself sued or backlashed.

Confused? Aight lemme explain. There was a fanartist in another fandom, bungou related but not from BSD. The character was also based off an author, and one day, a political newspaper company interviewed the artist, deciding to use their works. Without consent. (Because obviously the other fandom has copyrighted material, and tagging the author's name makes it seem like the character is associated with the author.)

Anyways, the article AS WELL AS THE ARTIST faced a lot of criticism. Even though it wasn't the artist's fault, they still got hate from fans because of it, and eventually they had to leave the fandom. Meanwhile the fandom faced backlash because a character, based on an irl author, is associated with politics.

And that's why people from that fandom started to separate irl author tags from characters. To avoid drama and such.

BSD FANDOM I NEED YOU GUYS TO BE AWARE OF WHAT Y'ALL ARE TAGGING.

You can tag your posts like #bsd dazai or #bsd chuuya, but DON'T tag them as #dazai osamu or #nakahara chuuya stuff like that.

[mullermilkshake]

The rose garden - Chapter 4

I will be uploading the whole thing here, it's just going take a little time, but if you want to read more right now, there's more on my AO3 <3

Summary - You are just an author wanting to put your writing out there and carry on with your life, but when two people end up murdered, things you write about seem to be more real than just pure fiction.

Pairing - Yandere!Suguru Geto x Fem!Reader / Detective!Satoru Gojo x Fem!reader (Sort of. One sided)

Word count - 3.9k

Tags (master list for the entire fic, will add TW for significant tags) - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!! PLEASE READ THE TAGS!!!,NSFW,SMUT,NO USE OF Y/N,Yandere!Getou Suguru, graphic depictions of violence, major character death Porn With Plot,Porn with Feelings,Established Relationship,PleasureDom,Codependency,Murder,Torture,Conspiracy,Cunnilingus,Orgasm Control,Multiple Orgasms,Minor Original Character(s),psychiatry,Medication,Power Imbalance,Vaginal Fingering,Disembowelment,Manipulation,Gaslighting,Rimming, Praise Kink,Grinding,mentions of blowjobs,Dry Humping,thigh riding,Dark,Autopsy,Aftercare,Hunting,Guns,Perceived infidelity,Body Horror,Smoking,Vaginal Sex,Misogyny,Public Stimulation,One sided sexual tension,Invasion of Privacy,Strangulation,Reader-Insert,Serious Satoru Gojo,Orgasm Edging,Obsession,Accidental Voyeurism,Angst,Questions of masculinity, stabbing, shooting

Fan mail.

Some people get fan mail. Some get copious amounts and they don't know what to do with it.

Tags for chapter - NSFW, Ass eating, rimming, cream pie, multiple orgasms, obsessive fan mail, crotch rubbing, kissing, oral / blow job referenced, murder mystery, grinding

I just wanted to tell you that I am your number one fan, Love. 

Keep writing and doing everything that makes you happy. 

You’re perfect. 

—

Fifteen hours prior to the discovery of the bodies. 

“Oh Suguru. Just like that…” You and your fiancé made it to the car after he returned late from work, but you hadn’t made it to the cabin. 

Not yet. That’s how the night had started.

About half an hour into the journey, the tension between the two of you was so palpable, Suguru stopped the car down an old winding road that frequented no one and switched the engine off.

Now, he had you bent over in the back, fingers straight inside you with his face between your cheeks, keeping an earth shattering orgasm away from you. You liked to be teased every now and then, and when you confessed to touching yourself after he left for work that morning, he could not help but voice his disappointment that he wasn’t there to do it for you.

“It’s my job to take care of you, isn’t it? There’s no place on earth where you should have to take care of that itch yourself.”

Being your former therapist meant that he knew what words to use to extract the right information from you without even making you aware of it.

“You left for work and I was all worked up-”

“I’ll be your husband soon. What sort of husband would I be if I let you come all by yourself?” He licked your hole with purpose, running his tongue the entire length between your ass cheeks and pumping his fingers like the pro he was.

He would be your husband, as soon as this book was finished. You’d walk down the aisle to join him in the next chapter of your lives and in a way it was one of the greatest anxieties you were going to face. Perhaps that’s why the book wasn’t even started yet.

No, you were ready to become Mrs Geto, for that you were so sure you would have bet your life on it, but it was a big leap nonetheless. Though you wouldn’t have gone this far with anyone else.

Here Suguru was, supporting you on your journey whilst also pursuing his own career among other things and he did it all with a smile on his face. The man was a god and treated you so well, better than most.

“Then let me come- please I can’t take it anymore.” It was as though he’d edged you for hours.

There was no other man like Suguru. You were way too lucky to not compare yourself to other women for him. Why you, when there were so many beautiful people in the world?

Though he squashed that intrusive thought down at every opportunity.

“You can’t wait another few minutes, sweetheart?” He cooed, placing precious kisses over the squidgy mass of your ass. “I love seeing you like this.”

No you couldn't. Not with the way he was using your body. “N-no. Don’t make me wait. Please, hon.”

It was like his fingers just knew what position to be in to prolong that tight knit suppressive orgasm until he allowed it. “You ask so nicely. It’s good you use your words clearly when you take my fingers so well.”

Every word of praise rolled off of his tongue like butter that dripped and seared and sizzled onto the scolding surface that was your naked body behind the condensated windows of Suguru’s old vintage car.

“Tell me again. Please? I’ll give you everything in the world if you do.”

Nothing equated to him. All you ever wanted was him. “Let me come, Suguru. Please let me come.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” All it took was a shift of his wrist and he changed the way his fingers curved, like it unlocked a new characteristic in a game.

Just like that, you were coming over his hand, clenched around his fingers in suspended silence as he kissed your sweat ridden skin. “Good girl, that’s better, huh?”

You finally found your breath and took a large inhale. “Fuck- Yes, yes it’s good!”

The orgasm shook your body, made it tremble and jerk but Suguru held you there in his firm grip. He was built like a bulldozer, far too strong for you if you ever decided to take him on in a flirtatious battle of physical strength. Suguru could throw you over his shoulder like you were nothing, so your body reactions held still.

Long, drawn out, numbing you from the waist down. “Fuck me Suguru, fuck me!”

Suguru pulled your bottom half towards him and he bottomed out inside you faster than you ever thought was possible, cock buried deep without so much as a sound except from your squeal of pleasure.

Your face laid against the leather interior of the seats, squashed down as he fucked you, grasping at your hands and pulling them behind to lay flat on your back in his one hand, the other gently holding the base of your neck in such a tight space.

The whole ideal made your eyes roll, still coming down from your orgasm, hoping and praying Suguru would come too. You wanted it inside you, deep inside you so that it wouldn’t drip out down your thighs at least until you made it to the cabin.

You’d hate for it to get all over the seats.

He wouldn’t do it unless you asked, you knew that. “C-come inside me. I want you-”

“Oh really?” His voice was still so calm and unbroken. “That’s what you want, is it?”

“Yes. Y-yes..”

“Alright then.” Suguru moved his fingers to your soaked clit and rubbed with such miniscule movements you hadn’t actually noticed until you were coming again unexpectedly.

Your moans were stifled by how your head and neck was, and in all that mess, Suguru pressed his hips into you, releasing himself just as you asked. Perfect. His pretty huffs of satisfaction filled the car as he filled you too.

There was no break in his voice. “Look at you, angel. That was a long time clenching, you must be so exhausted.”

Exhausted enough just to lay in the back seat and cuddle until morning, yeah. The last time you checked, it was already past eleven o’clock. The cabin was only another forty five minutes away, though when Suguru got situated and pulled you into a close embrace in the back seats, well, maybe the cabin could wait.

“Y’know, maybe we should just stay here until the morning.” You squeezed your thighs together to make sure nothing dribbled out.

He’d probably agree. Suguru usually did, except when he didn’t. “I’ll give the whole world, but I don’t think it’s wise being out here in the lanes for too long.”

You pouted, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “No one is around, the doors are locked. It’s getting pretty late.”

The forwardness made him chuckle. “And you don’t know what sort of deranged people lurk around the woods at night. I’ve treated some of those people.” He pressed his lips to your forehead. “As much as I’d love to, we should be getting on our way… before I get distracted again and then we’ll never get to the cabin.”

Looking up at him, you could see the adoration in his eyes, “Fine. I guess we could wait until we get there.”

“You’re never this forward. Did getting that award go to your head, Miss author? Maybe I should encourage it. This confidence is way too important to ignore.” 

His words could have lulled you into a deep sleep, and for a moment, they almost did. “I don’t know, I guess I’m ready to just write my book and I’ll work hard to be the best writer I can be. I guess that starts at home, right?”

Suguru nodded, the pads of his fingertips grazed your skin absentmindedly. “It does.”

“We worked on my confidence for so long in those sessions and I know you still try and encourage it.” Well, sex just turned into an impromptu therapy session. “I guess I was just feeling a little invisible, in the background with all of those people.”

The award ceremony was the straw that broke the camel's back for your confidence. No invite, no consideration and no one cared. All you wanted to do was write, but there was a barrier every step of the way.

“I think I’ll feel better when I hear back from the publishing house.” Five publishers, five chances. You were unmistakably certain that all five would not agree, but you held out hope that one would come back at least.

“What can I do?”

“You do everything I could ask for and more. You make me feel seen even when no one else remembers me… I’m pushing my confidence in hopes that it’ll help me write this book.”

“Still having trouble, huh?”

“A little, but I’ll get there. I want to walk down that aisle soon enough.”

Suguru smiled sweetly, bringing you in but an inch, kissing you just as sweetly with just a passionate flair he always had down perfectly to add a touch of electricity down the base of your spine.

“I look forward to it, sweetie. Let’s get you dressed, I can already feel goosebumps over your arms. Why don’t we get going and put the fireplace on when we arrive? There’s still wood cut from last time.”

The fireplace was the best place in that cabin to snuggle and fuck. It was certain that you were not going to sleep much tonight and had to try and start your book on little sleep. “You drive a hard bargain, Doctor Geto.”

“I guess I do.”

It was way past midnight by the time you had reached the cabin. A quaint little place tucked away past the various web-like lane roads and settled nicely by a picturesque lake like something out of a horror-thriller movie.

It was perfectly perfect. Even in the pitch dark, the moon bounced off of the lake like a glass mirror that lit up the entire surrounding area. 

You remembered the first time Suguru brought you out here, now making it a thrice yearly solid get away for some isolation and well needed rest. 

Many things had changed since you came here for the first time. Plenty of additional furniture to the once bachelor pad to make it homely and welcome. Suguru did all of those things, adding whatever you liked and surprised you with the most romantic gestures as was his love language.

His love language extended out into the garden as well.

“I can’t wait to see the rose garden.” You searched your best in the dark, but the bushes were put to sleep.

The rose garden took up most of the outdoor space except some furniture to admire the view. It was your favourite place to sit and write, drink your steaming morning beverages, and as it was getting colder during the nights, the morning dew dripping off of the red petals and onto the pretty pea gravel made your heart melt.

He did all of that for you. Another surprise.

Suguru pulled up into the driveway. “I came to check it a few weeks back. It was doing pretty well, but with the cold, we'll need to prune them back before they die.” 

That meant having umpteen vases rammed with fragrant roses around the cabin and more to bring back with you.

“I wanted to bring roses home for you tonight, but the florist had closed early.” He said, taking off his seatbelt and climbing out to open your door himself.

“That’s alright,” You smiled and took his hand. “Those in the garden are my favourite. Just the thought is enough.”

“I can still do this though.”

“What do you mean- Oh!” Suguru scooped you up in an instant. You yelped and chuckled as he closed the car door with his foot and carried you to the cabin door.

“I have to get practice for when we do this for real. It’s the only way to get it perfect when I carry you over the threshold.” The wedding. 

You tucked your face into his neck and listened for the jingling of his keys and click of the locked door. “I get the feeling you just like carrying me about.”

“Maybe I do. Perhaps I should have you on my back so I can make dinner, then you won’t have to walk around at all-” The door opened and it sounded like an avalanche at the front door.

“What is that?” Envelopes. Lots and lots of envelopes.

Suguru placed you down gently and flicked the main hallway light on. You knelt down to study them and pick one up. “They’re… addressed to me. Wait- all of them?”

How odd.

Scooping them out of the way with your foot so Suguru could close and lock the door was easy, but reading them and counting them were not. There were literally hundreds.

Fan mail. 

“I have more fan mail than I thought I’d ever get- I mean I didn’t think I’d get any at all…” You had managed to get them all up onto the coffee table by the fireplace.

“I’ll get the fireplace lit and make us some coffee, why don’t you give them a read?”

Some letters were short, like a few sentences long, and others were pages with words of affirmation and admiration to not only your writing, but to you as well. You weren’t sure how to take it in this quantity.

The writing was different most of the time, but your gut was telling you that it was the same person. They were not graphic or threatening, rather, they were pleasant and content to comfort you if you were ever feeling down. You just didn't expect someone to care about you like this besides Suguru.

—

Please keep writing. 

Ever since I read the first sentence on page one for the first time, I was entranced by the beauty of each word you put down on paper. Your beautiful storytelling and way with details makes my heart simply leap with joy. 

You are truly amazing and should never give up, even if no one sees. I know you'll get your first award soon enough and I’ll be right there waiting and watching that big moment. The whole fan base will and we’ll all be there to support you forever. 

I’m your number one fan and always will be. 

You’re doing a great job. 

—

Hello, 

I saw your interview on that podcast. I thought it was amazing, you did so well speaking  publicly and really made us understand the twists and turns of ‘A fate sealed’ and even got me to understand more of where your head was when you wrote this. 

I know there's a lot of dark stuff in all of us and you just harnessed that energy and made the most amazing art piece with it. I’d love to see you do another podcast, but maybe with a different guy, because he seemed really pushy on what questions he was asking.  

You did so well in standing on your own. Well done! 

—

Hello,  

I just want to say that I read your book front to back in a day because it was so good. I have to let you know that I cannot wait for your new book to launch and I will be there right up front to receive it and slam my money down. 

The first sentence always gets me and I’m just as excited to read the first one of this new book too. Your agent has done a fantastic job at advertising and I have told all of my friends to pick up your book and read it.  

I’ve even told my mother to recommend this to her book club. 

—

“Wow, I’m… I don’t know.” The fire crackled in front, spitting little embers against the fire guard. The letters were all opened, all one hundred and twelve of them. “I knew some people enjoyed reading my book but… This is- I’m humbled that I’ve made this many people happy.”

Suguru had stayed up with you the entire time. “I hope you can put your confidence behind these. I think they’re a great way to support you if you ever get side tracked.”

He took a sip of his coffee and covered the two of you in a knitted blanket as the chill through the cabin came in. You leant back into him and fiddled with his fingers where they draped over your shoulder from the back of the sofa.

“I guess I could, yeah. These letters are so thoughtful and people took the time to send them to me.” You noticed the various different coloured picture stamps and handwriting.

Each one meticulously written and sealed with love and admiration just for your eyes only, just because your work crossed their mind at some point during their day.

“Letters are great ways of having physical reminders.” Suguru wrapped his fingers around yours. “It shows you how far you’ve come too.”

That much was true. You were only a timid thing when you met Suguru, walking up to his office with the address you wrote down in your trembling hand. You weren’t sure what to expect when you finally met the man you had yet to speak to.

You didn’t expect the man sitting in the leather padded armchair with a clipboard and pen over his lap to be the man you shared a bed with just eighteen months down the line.

Suguru adjusted his glasses and took them off of his face, taking the little cord that attached them around his neck and placed them down on the coffee table and piles of paper. He shifted down and turned, getting you between his legs and cradling you in his arms.

“I never thought I would be so privileged to have you here in my arms. I really am the luckiest man in the world.” He held you lovingly.

“I think I’m the lucky one.” You were in a place you felt safest. “I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you at my side…”

And that is where you left it, falling asleep there on the sofa next to the crackling fire and warmth permeating your cheeks until it died out in the morning, the little embers disappearing in the dark to wait for the sunrise to flutter your eyelids open.

You didn’t want to move, nor did you want to even open your eyes. Suguru’s chest rose and fell smoothly under your head and almost sent you back off to sleep. You were on vacation after all, there was nowhere you needed to be, but you did need to start making notes on your book.

It wasn't going to write itself.

Little did you know that Suguru was actually awake, he tightened his grip around you when you made an attempt to get up.

“Not just yet.” He said, his sleepy gruff voice was hushed. “Give us another hour. I’ll keep you warm.”

You did very little to rub the sleep from your eyes, still in your clothes from last night. “An hour? If we don’t get up now, I don’t think we ever will today.”

He huffed with much amusement. “So let’s leave today and try again tomorrow.”

So lazy… “There are other ways to keep me warm y’know?” You squirmed around with much difficulty and faced him. “I can name a few just off the top of my head.”

“Tempting me with sex, huh? You just know I can’t ever refuse you, don’t you?” Suguru’s eyes remained closed, but he adjusted his hips and allowed you to straddle them.

“I do.” Because Suguru lived and breathed pleasing you. He made that frequently clear. “And what would make me really happy is letting me do this…” His cock was hard, it twitched as soon as you touched it.

“I'm the one who should be pleasing you, not the other way around.”

“This is what pleases me.” You cooed, palming him slowly to get a reaction. It was incredibly rare that you could corner him like this, letting his walls down enough to get the drop on him.

“Does it now?” 

Your response was a good way to give him what he wanted out of it, even though you just wanted to take care of him like he did to you most nights.

“Yeah… So let me take care of you, hon.” Massaging his thighs was always a good way to get him riled up.

Grinding your hips over his cock was too.

Suguru kept his eyes closed, his hand felt up your shoulder and neck, thumb brushing your cheek with irregularity. He was hard enough to sit on already, though you contemplated what you could do to really let him enjoy it.

Sucking him off seemed like a good idea. He always enjoyed that when he let you.

Planting a short kiss on his lips, you moved your way down his neck, sucking and nipping his throat, each time getting lower and lower, moving your hips back and forth using the friction to ramp things up.

“You’re so pretty, Suguru. Always taking good care of me. Always being-” There was an unexpected knock at the door.

Suguru’s eyes finally opened, though he didn’t pay the door any mind. “Ignore it. It’s probably the mail.” To add the emphasis, he grasped your ass and pushed you further into him.

It felt good, the sensation against you. “It’s me who should be doing that. You can’t turn it off can you-” The door knocked again, louder and more forceful with purpose.

“I guess we better get that then.” Suguru huffed and shifted his weight so that you could climb off.

“It’s alright, I’ll get it. Wait here and when I’m back, we’ll carry on where we started.”

There was one silhouette at the door, and upon opening it, there was a man in sunglasses and the most strikingly snow white hair you had ever seen. Suguru had made his way off of the sofa.

“Can I help you?” You said, adjusting your hair to being somewhat presentable from the way you slept.

He held his police badge up. “Sorry to bother you, I’m Detective Satoru Gojo. I’m making house calls and I have some questions surrounding a homicide that took place the night before last.”

“A homicide?- what time is it-” You hadn’t looked at the clock yet, must have still been early.

The Detective rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s four in the afternoon, actually.”

Suguru opened the door further and got between you and the man. “Of course, Detective. Please, come in and I’ll put the coffee on.”

A homicide…

A Detective turning up out of the blue…

Something you never actually thought would happen right on your doorstep. It sounded like something out of dark-thriller fiction.

But who was this involving?

Your stomach lurched just thinking about it.

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[metalcorebarbie]

i do find it so baffling and weird when people start defending fictional characters like they are real people, like, i genuinely do not get the point?

[thegreatyin]

while on the topic of iron posting. a very small very insignificant thing that i really enjoy is that nobody really harasses it for not speaking. and like. we don't know precisely why it doesn't speak. it could be because it's mute, it could be due to an unseen injury, it could just be a selective choice, it could be that it never bothered to learn human language to begin with, etc etc. but there's never been a scene (at least as far as i can recall) where mr iron is specifically called out or pressured or anything of the sort. not even by its own haters 4 haters coworkers. and yeah this is realistically probably because its an ESPECIALLY deadly space bat that could kill you six ways from sunday if you pissed it off, but also, y'know, sometimes it's really nice just having a mute character that's treated Normally for once

[hanzajesthanza]

also i realize i'm saying all these noble and beautiful things about the channel from the purest depths of my heart. but actually i'm also just doing this because i fucking love the witcher books and it pisses me off that people don't know about them that much in english and i can only go for so long (seven years) with people not knowing that there are books. or that the witcher is from the 90s. or polish.

[theliterarywolf]

Not that there should ever be anything Twitter does better than any other platform, but at least the 'Mute this person for everything except for the art you actually followed them for' function was S-tier when it worked because some people on here really like to talk shit about self-made problems and act like their art is enough for people to suffer through shitty takes.

[contagious-watermelon]

y'all i don't think it counts as aro representation if they never actually show it in the source material

[aitsuheart]

I don't like Hojo but his character is interesting, but what's more interesting is that he was inspired by a real person or people who did messed up experiments regarding humans and animals.

[cleromancy]

"why does jason have a white streak when other characters who die or use the lazarus pit dont 🤔" bc its a visual representation of how death and resurrection changed him in a way it didnt for the others you chud

[bylertruther]

some of you never grew up in a small conservative town as a (gay) nerd that was bullied, harassed, and excluded for years on end for not fitting in and for visibly and enthusiastically liking geek things—geek things that then branded you a satanist in everyone's eyes and as something Other, Lesser, and Undoubtedly Unworthy of Basic Human Decency even though you were literally just an actual child with harmless interests and not a satanist or an evil disgusting subhuman thing, and it shows.

you cannot apply modern views and beliefs to a show that is set in the eighties, especially not when it's set in conservative midwest eighties which is a whole other beast. being a socially awkward and nonconforming geek is something that people STILL get bullied for if you don't do it in a way that the majority deems "acceptable", especially if you live in a conservative, religious area.

your experiences are not universal and your inability to relate to a certain motif or story does not make it "lesser" or "bad writing."