#but that honestly like. i don't know. i don't really care is the thing

[hackmansmaze]

Ooh, I have a story about this! A friend of mine actually domesticated one of these guys!

Now before I start, I don't want people to take it this as an endorsement to start bringing these guys home. My friend (lets call him Bob) is a former forest ranger, retired. He knows how to handle creatures like this, so don't go ripping these guys out of their natural environment, okay?

So Bob had gone for a hike with some friends and before long a forest mimic had joined their group, as they do. This mimic was on the older end of the age range where they can do this sort of thing. Bob calms down a few of his city dweller friends who don't know how to handle these guys and it follows the group on their whole hike. Near the end of the day, they get back to the trailhead, but even after waiting a while the mother still hadn't shown up to claim their young. Eventually after his friends had all left, Bob distracts the mimic by pretending to spot a deer, gets in his truck and drives off.

The next day he goes back to the trailhead to check on the mimic, and it's still there, hanging around the parking lot. He doesn't have a lot to do that day, so he goes on another quick walk, and the mimic follows him. When he gets back to the parking lot, it still won't leave, even after he hangs around for a while. Eventually he lets it get in his pickup with him, and drives to the nearby ranger station to maybe drop it off with the local park service. Turns out, the rangers found a mysterious circle of standing stones in the area about a week earlier, and that's a common form for adult mimics to take when they die. So Bob decides to take this guy home with him.

Now it's not easy to house one of these creatures, like having a pet wolf or a raccoon, but Bob makes him comfortable, takes him on walks in the forest behind his house, names him Ben. He wanted to name him Hugh, but Ben kept insisting that he's called "Ben Mann". Bob thinks that one group Ben followed tried calling him Mr. Mann, and another called him Ben, and the names just stuck. Bob's got to be careful when taking him on hikes in case they run into a family of other hikers. Not because Ben is bad with kids, but because Ben is too good with kids, and it can be scary for a little kid to suddenly Always Have Had A Brother and not understand what's happening. But Bob explains things to the parents, and if the kid is an only child, they get to find out what it's like to have a sibling and go play tag or whatever for a little bit.

Bob feeds Ben on a diet of jerky, trail mix, and granola bars, with smores as treats. Weirdly, Ben loves any kind of trail mix with M&Ms in it, but won't eat them by themselves. Ben is pretty shy when they're alone, but when Bob has friends over Ben always acts really friendly to the visitors, he's *great* with groups (as you might expect), the bigger the better. Whenever someone new joins their friend group, Bob just… doesn't tell them about Ben until halfway through the party or barbecue or whatever when the new guy goes "wait, why do I think I know you?" because, frankly, it's always kind of hilarious when that happens.

Recently, Ben's started getting older and doing the "vanish into the environment with creepy silence and foreboding aura" thing, but with Bob's house as the environment instead of the forest. Scared the crap out of Bob the first time it happened at 2 in the morning, but now he just finds it comforting, like a dog sleeping at the foot of your bed to guard you. He's mentioned he kind of can't wait to see what happens if someone tries to break in, and honestly, same.

What, the forest-dwelling entities with imperfect human mimicry who insinuate themselves into groups of hikers? Yeah, we had one of those. Clocked it immediately, of course. Honestly it kind of fell in that so-inept-it's-kind-of-charming range. We just played along until it'd had it's fill of marshmallows and shambled back into the treeline. We might have been violating some kind of killjoy wildlife contact best practices but what the hell, can't plan around every little thing. Why, what happened to you guys

[gyaruhana]

HELLO MY DEAREST!!

May I PLEASE request headcanons for Kang Dae-Ho with preg!reader? Could be an au or not, up to you, whatever you'd prefer

My guy is UNDERRATED and I love him very much he is my husband <3

(Also could there maybe be a small portion abt the birth? If your comfortable with that only though!!)

Kang Dae-ho/Player 388 - Pregnant!reader headcannons

Synopsis: Daeho headcannons for when you're pregnant..

A/N: tried my best with this one !! hopefully it's good

Warnings: none

NOT IN THE GAMES:

➠ it's no secret that daeho is a total sweetheart

➠ got super excited the moment you found out you were pregnant

➠ secretly wants a girl (it's not a secret)

➠ absolutely talks to your stomach all the time

➠ Like he'll just randomly kneel in front of you and start talking to your stomach even if you're barely pregnant

➠ also kisses your stomach so much

➠ because he's such a sweetheart, he's there for ALL your pregnancy cravings no matter how weird

➠ he will literally run to the supermarket to get whatever you're craving for

➠ Highkey gets emotional with you

➠ like if you start crying out of nowhere he starts crying too

➠ and then you're both just there crying your hearts out on the couch

➠ do expect him to refuse to let you do anything that might be bad for the baby

➠ Not like he wasn't doing this before but he always cooks for you

➠ cooks twice as much because he's convinced you need to eat twice as much for the baby too

➠ he wants to know the gender the moment he's able to but if you don't want to know then he won't ever mention the gender

➠ just to really hide it, he buys both girl and boy baby clothes so you'll never know

➠ he may have brought too many toys for the baby honestly..

➠ He says it's because he "doesn't know what the baby wants" so he should "get everything" so your child can have "a range of options and never be sad"

➠ (He's overthinking about what toys to get)

➠ got an idea to buy one of those pregnancy simulator things so he could get an idea of the pain when you'll give birth and regretted it so bad

➠ Became a million times more doting afterwards because he is so stressed for you

➠ The closer you get to your due date, the more panicked and stressed he gets

➠ He's always watching you because he's scared that the baby will come any second now

➠ When the day finally comes and you're just in the hospital, he's by your side and holding your hand

➠ he's lowkey sweating

➠ he may have watched a few videos on birth and he's not looking forward to seeing it in real life..

➠ he still stays by your side though because he wants to be there for you

➠ he is highkey freaking out when you're giving birth because you're practically crushing his hand in yours and you're obviously in pain and that scares him so bad ..

➠ he just hates seeing you in pain so much

➠ do expect him to cry after you finally give birth

➠ he is just so eager to hold the baby in his arms but he waits for you to do it first

➠ totally fell in love with you all over again even if you look like an absolute mess right now

➠ Overall, best dad ever and i don't think anybody expected anything less

IN THE GAMES:

➠ Moment he sees you he just knows your pregnant

➠ He must have some sixth sense when it comes to you or something

➠ so panicked and nervous because what if something happens to you??

➠ can not stomach the idea of something happening so he's immediately keeping you close to him

➠ very cautious of other people who he hasn't already bonded with

➠ Always taking care of you

➠ shares his food and drink with you because he's convinced you need it more than he does

➠ every single game he's by your side

➠ always making you lean onto him for support if you have to run

➠ Honestly might even pick you up and carry you himself just so you don't hurt yourself

➠ asks you how you feel after every game

➠ when it's lights out, he whispers the cutest things while in front of your stomach

➠ he just finds it to be so comforting to talk to the baby

➠ always promises you that you'll all make it out alive and he'll give you and the baby the best life he can

➠ Overall, still a sweetheart but also very afraid for you and the baby..

"Are you okay? Nothing's wrong, right?" Daeho asks as he sits by you. He had been incredibly worried for you the moment his eyes landed on you during the first game. He could just tell you were pregnant and that scared him so much considering you were trapped here - a place where you could lose your life at any moment. The idea put him on a constant edge and he spent every waking second by your side to keep you safe. He knows he'd never be able to forgive himself if something happened to you so he promised both himself and you that he'll get the two of you out of here and find a nice place to live where you can raise the baby. "If anything feels wrong, tell me, okay?"

[sirxlla]

You're A Villains Daughter + Them Falling In Love With You (Batboys)

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Dick: Being a police officer he had seen you in and out of the police station. Your hair had been bleached so many times to the point it was falling out. Your father was amazing when he was taking his medication, but the second he forgot, he slipped back into that other persona, the Mad Hatter. He would go crazy and start claiming that you were Alice, and any bit of hair that you had grown out would be bleached, you'd have to dress a certain way to appease him and calm him down.

Oftentimes, you could usually get him back on his medication, but there were days that he would put you in the most dangerous predicaments. Either the cops would be called or Batman and Nightwing would show up.

"I know you love him, and I know you want to take care of him, but the best thing for him is for him to be put in an institution. I'd hate to see the day that we don't show up in time." Dick spoke honestly with a clear sign of worry in his voice. He shrugged off his coat and put it upon your shoulders.

"You're a pretty woman and I hate to see pretty women cry, much less hurt..." He had such a warm smile on his face; when most of the cops tried to comfort you, they tended to sound creepy even though they said similar things, but there was something in the tonality of his voice that sounded genuine and sweet. His thumb gently brushed tears off your cheeks.

You had finally listened to Dick about putting your father into an institution where they could take care of him and make sure he takes his medication. It was expensive, but it was nothing like Arkham.

Dick found out easily that you had been forced to move into a really shitty small apartment in a not-so-good part of Gotham; when he looked up your father on his work computer, he found that he'd been put in an extremely nice institution and realized that you were probably struggling with money.

He found their phone number and called the institution. Dick made sure that every month he would be the one to pay for your father's treatment and stay, the institution wouldn't tell you who had put forth the money, but after a while, you wore them down and soon as you figured out who it was, it brought tears to your eyes. This sweet cop, the one that had put his jacket around your shoulders.

You found your way to his work and quickly offered him dinner, it was 'the least you could do' you had said. Dinner was lovely and the both of you clicked the same way you did every other time you two had met up. He gave you that same safe feeling and those same butterflies when he's compliment you.

Obviously, one date led to another. He was more than happy to take care of you and to make sure that you never had to take care of your father alone again.

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Jason: Bruce had requested that Jason join him on a mission to Simon Stagg's labs. The both of them follow down such a long path of what looks like abandoned laboratories and vacant cells.

"Bruce, there's clearly nothing here we should just split." Jason wasn't entirely happy with the fact that he had to look for paperwork and investigate around the old and what seemed to be a barren laboratory; he'd rather be kicking ass.

"I mean it looks like the goddamn Back Rooms in here." Jason huffed with obvious irritation.

That feeling just about vanished as he made it down a corridor where he saw a glass room with a woman inside. Her skin was green, and she looked so similar to a villain he had seen before, one that tended to prefer eco-terrorism to the safety of human beings.

"Bruce! Bruce, there's a girl! We have to get her out of here." His voice started shaking, he was suddenly extremely worried about her...maybe it was how skinny and malnourished she looked? The hunger and thirst, he had seen that quite often before Bruce took him off the streets.

Jason pushed away the chairs that were sitting in front of the glass. He dreaded to think what they were used for, but he pushed the thoughts away. He gently tapped on the glass, hoping you would answer him. He could see the monitors attached to you and see that you were still alive, but every monitor seemed exceedingly slow.

"Sweetheart, I need you to look at me." He asked before your eyes fluttered open with confusion, it had seemed like months since you even spotted a single fly.

"That's it. Good girl, that's all I need from you I just need you to stay awake. We're going to get you out of here, I promise." Jason looks through the folder that sat within the container on the wall; he's desperate to figure out a way to get you out of there. He finds out who your mother is, Poison Ivy... the rest of the things he finds are vile and disgusting, but he pushes past it trying to find a way to get you out of there.

Jason then handed the file to Bruce and punched the combination into the keypad on the wall before rushing into the room that contained you.

"Jason! No, she could be dangerous!"

"Look at her, Bruce, she's too exhausted to be even remotely dangerous. She's been left alone here for lord knows how long." Jason disregards any part of him that tells him not to pick you up. He scoops are up and gently guides you out of the hell hole she was residing in.

"It's all right now, Babygirl, I got you. Jason speaks almost as if in quiet whispers; Bruce had never seen him be so soft and gentle to a stranger unless it was a little kid or something.

Jason took on every single duty of taking care of you. He would help nurse you back to health, and he would change your saline drip as often as it needed to be. His eyes lit up the first time he got you outside and your skin started turning even more green as if thriving in even the most minuscule amount of sunlight. He was there for you in every sort of moment of need you had. You're beautiful, gentle and kind, and he be damned if he ever let anything happen to you. In his mind suffered more than enough.

He is extremely attentive to you and anytime you notice a shiver he would cover you with a blanket or his jacket. The second he heard your stomach growl or even the slightest indication that you were thirsty, he handled it immediately.

Dick wanted to introduce you to everyone and Jason made sure that you understood that you didn't have to if you didn't want to. They invited you to watch a movie, but considering how exhausted you were, you ended up falling asleep on Jason's chest, his fingers brushing through your hair like it was natural for him. Not a single person in that room couldn't see the fact that he was falling so deeply in love with you.

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Bruce: Bruce was running a few samples, he heard of what Scarecrow had done. Crane had been slipping a new version of fear toxin into several other drugs around Gotham.

Normally, he would go to Mr Freeze, but because his wife just recently got unfrozen and they were putting her through bouts of therapy for her case of Huntington's disease, he didn't want to bother him.

Victor had recommended a young doctor from Gotham General, Y/N Strange. The daughter of Hugo Strange, but from what he could tell, you didn't have much to do with your father anymore.

Bruce sent the samples over before he showed up several hours later. You had never seen Batman in person so it was a bit startling to see such a tall man clad in black, his blue eyes peaking out from under that black mask.

"Ah, Hello...Um, Mr. Batman." It was obvious you were nervous, and in a way, he thought it was really cute but he ignored tge feeling for now.

"Did you receive my package?" His voice deep and menacing.

"Oh, of course, I received everything. If I'm honest I never expected to receive a package from Batman but anyways..." In a way you were trying not to fangirl. 'Batman needs my help? Oh wow!' But you tried to pull it together.

"Yes, of course, Mr Batman, I cross-referenced the drugs that you sent me via the test tubes, and I...um, it would appear to be a Ecstasy, Heroin, and Weed... of course, they've been modified, so there's a component in here that looks to be Datura. Datura plants contain tropane alkaloids such as scopolamine, hyoscyamine, and atropine, which has led to their use in some cultures as a poison and as a hallucinogen for centuries. It would seem, from as far as I can tell, that this is what is also contained in these drugs. The hallucinations can be just downright terrifying."

He tries to look as if he understands but some of these words he's just not picking up on. Maybe it's because he's tired or maybe it's just that he doesn't understand or it could possibly be by the fact that he is distracted by how cute you look in that white lab coat but he's not going to let that show.

Even after Mr. Freeze is back in working order, has got a job at a very similar lab and has started to redeem himself for his past issues, Bruce still goes back to you for information everytime.

You find yourself in the elevator going from one level to another, and who pops in but Bruce Wayne? There wasn't a single person in Gotham who didn't know who Bruce Wayne was. In a bit of shock, you dropped all your papers all over the ground.

"Oh my god, Mr. Bruce. I am so sorry." You said as you kneeled down to pick up all of your papers. He joined you on his knees, helping you with all of the papers, his hand brushed against yours.

It was nice to be able to touch your skin and not have the barrier of a glove between the two of you, he thought.

"I- um, I usually don't ask out strangers, but if you would like to... I- I believe there's a connection between us." Bruce said as he gave you his card as he got out of the elevator, he knew what the connection was obviously, but you were none the wiser.

'Did that just happen? Did Bruce Wayne just ask me out? Oh my God. Oh my God!"

You didn't question it when you found your phone number. You had thought, 'Of course, he's got connections. He's Bruce Wayne.'

The date was lovely, and he found himself extremely entranced by the way that you talked about the things that you were passionate about, even if he didn't understand what you were saying. He also found it extremely adorable the way that you seemed to be so nervous around him but relaxed as the night went on. It didn't matter that you were Hugo Strange's daughter; you were adorable and he found himself completely enchanted by you.

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Tim: He had been hacked, which was really odd considering the fact that he had top-of-the-line security equipment on his computer, and not even he could hack it. The second that it happened, he knew he needed to figure out who did this, not only out of admiration but because someone with this skill could be a danger to Gotham or anyone they pleased really.

He found a really old way to track an IP address that most people didn't even use anymore so most hackers didn't protect themselves against it and you weren't an exception to that rule. He found your name and information, Y/N Nygma. The Riddler's Daughter?

It took a lot of time and doing, but he got the both of you sending messages back and forth, leaving little bread crumbs for each other to find like a little game, it was fun. He could sense you didn't have a desire to harm anyone so he talked to Bruce and offered you an opportunity to get away from your father and his dirty deeds.

You loved your father and of course you didn't want to have to leave him but recently he's been acting psychotic, controlling and dangerous so you lept at the opportunity.

"You must be DxrthSkywxlker." You said as the man approched.

"Only if you are ButtSniffler2000." He said jokingly, his voice was just as you imagined it, smooth and playful.

"Oh, my god. No, but I guess I got the right guy." You laughed, that was something that drew you to him was the fact that he made you laugh so easily with such the dumbest things.

"Yeah, That's me. Honest to God, I didnt expect you to be a girl." He was swooning as soon as he saw you in the dim lighting, your humor and now this? He was done for.

"You're gorgeous." He had meant to say in his brain and not out loud but as soon as he saw the blush on your cheeks he"d realized he didnt say it in his subconcious.

"Thank you." You said as you hid your smile behind your hands.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to say that out loud." His cheeks were turning pink as well.

"It's okay, I believe that if you have a compliment to say someone, most of the time you should. It's just a good way to put goodness into the world especially in such a shitty city." The second those words came out of your mouth he knew he was done for, Tim's such a positive and optimistic person. Having someone else say something so similar to his outlook on life just makes him even more in love with you.

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Damian: Of course, it made sense after he pieced it all together the way that you were so skilled with a blade and the way you weren't scared of him when you first met him.

He wasn't mad, Damian just wished you'd've told him. He laid everything out there on the floor for you, him being in the League, his mother, him being Robin, his dad being Batman but you couldnt tell him this? It stung, it felt like you didn't trust him.

"You're Deathstroke's daughter?" He asked randomly while the two of you were eating dinner. It was out of the blue, he didnt want to give you a chance to lie to him or prepare to answer.

"Yeah...I- I am but I haven't talked to him in years." You wanted nothing more than to put your father in the past and act like he doesn't exist especially after what he did to your mother. Damian instantly saw the pain in your eyes as he pieced it all together.

"Was he... did he...that was him?" He knew the story of your mother and how she had passed away but you never had mentioned who did it. You looked down, not really wanting to find his beautiful green eyes. You knew the second that you peered into them you'd be a sobbing wet mess.

Understanding immediately falls across Damian's face. Unfortunately for him he understood that you may be your father's daughter but that doesn't mean you are your father.

When he initially did his search on the computer Damian was very judgemental but he realized he was being hypocritical because if everyone just saw him as his mother's son then he would be doomed.

"I get it, nothing makes you want to crawl out of your skin more than remembering that you share blood with someone so horrible. It's like that with me and my mother. She's done awful things and she wishes I would forget all of them but we can't forget such cruelty." He speaks from the heart because he knows exactly how you feel. His hand reaches across the table and he grabs yours in his.

"He did it cause he hsd another family and he didnt want my mom interfering. I found her after school one day."

The pain and cruelty of your parents was just another way the both of you bonded. Damian loves training with you it's one of his favorite things to do because most people can't keep up.

"Just admit it you've been defeated." You smiled as you sat on top of him having tripped him and then quickly pinned him onto the mat.

"Alright, Alright. I've been defeated." Damian smiled a mischievous smile before he quickly flipped you both over and pinned you down.

"Just admit it, you've been defeated." He mocked you with a shit eating grin before leaning down to kiss you, pushing his body between you thighs. He kissed your neck, his words causing you to giggle.

-> Masterlist <-

[sugawhaaa]

🥀HAN ONE-SHOT🥀

🍄•♡°[ trust me ]°♡•🍄

Warnings//genre:: SMUT! Mentions blood, Virginity loss, FLUFF, oral (f rec) fingering (f rec) handjob, body exploration, body worship, sm praise bro, protective hannie, protected sex,

Pairing:: SOFT!dom!Han x sub!virgin!fem!reader

A/N:: bro I wrote this in like...three hours but I think it's the best fanfic I have EVER written. Like he is so fucking sweet I wanna kiss him

Skz masterlist:: 💕

🎧::

Things between you and Han progressed surprisingly fast throughout your entire relationship thus far. You thought Han would like things to be slow paced but, once again, surprisingly he was the opposite. That's why you weren't overly shocked when he abruptly asked about having sex.

"I know this is kind of abrupt but we've been dating for a while so I was thinking maybe we could try..." He's very tense as he asks you, nervous to see your reaction. "Having sex? If you wanna," The way he asked made you feel so important somehow, like this wouldn't happen without your enthusatic consent.

"I mean I'd love to, but," You pause for a moment and Han looks intruiged, showing that you have all his attention. "I'm a virgin," You sigh and Han looks taken aback.

"Really?" There's a long pause as he processes what you said. "That is surprising..." He chuckles and you laugh at his comment. "I just thought, you know, you're so beautiful and attractive that some man must've approached you by this point," He explains and you shrug, not bothering to touch on the subject of other men. "I don't mind by the way! I could be your first, show you the ropes, and I'll be oh so gentle," He promises with a confident nod. "But I will wait until you are ready,"

"I never said I wasn't ready," You smile and he looks at you, wide-eyed, and his cheeks flushed.

"So...Do you wanna..?" He smirks, trying to contain his excitement. You nod and he smiles sincerely. "Okay, wow this is exciting okay," he chuckles nervously and shifts on the bed to face you. He takes your hands tenderly in his. "Are you sure?" He confirms and you nod.

"Absolutely," you smile and he blushes softly. "I can't think of another person I'd want to be my first, experiencing something like this with you has honestly been my dream, my fantasy, everything," you blush and look down as you confess your inner feelings. "I trust you," you keep eye contact with and he smiles sincerely.

"Thank you Y/N," he lifts your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly. "Let's get you nice and comfortable first," Han gets you to stand up while he fixes the bed, making sure the sheets are flat without a single crease. He then turns the lights out before turning on the fairy lights in the room, creating dim and warm lighting for an intimate and romantic night. He then turns to face you again. "Now, shall we undress?" He smiles and you can't help but blush at his care for your first time, all his efforts to make you comfortable. "I'll start," he takes off his shirt and tosses it aside in the pile of laundry. He holds your hips and guides you to sit on the bed as he finishes undressing. "Should I go all the way or just to my boxers?" He smiles down at you and you giggle.

"Mmm all the way," you smirk slightly and he laughs.

"Alright my little minx," he kisses your forehead quickly before pulling down his sweatpants. You watch as the baggy fabric falls to reveal his toned legs, his thighs muscular from lots of training, but what draws your attention the most is the bulge in his boxers.

You had seen his bulge before, whether it was intentional or not. Almost every morning it's hard to keep your eyes off his crotch. "Do you wanna do the honors?" He offers and you blush, a little flustered by the offer but you can't deny that you want to. You hook your thumbs on the waistband of his boxers and pull them down, watching his cock slip out of its confinement. Your face flushes as you see him for the first time, your lip subconsciously tucking between your teeth.

He rubs your head teasingly, ruffling your hair. "Like what you see?" He jokes and you huff at him. "I'm teasing," he caresses your cheek, rubbing his thumb over the squishy skin he loves so much. He then sits down beside you. "Would you like to...touch me a little or undress first?" He puts a hand to your back, offering comfort.

"I guess I'll undress a little," you nod and take off your shirt and pants, leaving you in your undergarments. You notice hans eyes chasing your breasts as you set your shirt aside.

"Fuck..." he mutters softly and it draws your attention. "Sorry, sorry," he puts his hands up in surrender as his cock follows suit, standing up. You chuckle softly, brushing him off.

"Don't apologize, I like it when you get flustered," you nod before your eyes flutter down to his length, standing proud and tall as it twitches against his stomach. "Is it okay if I touch you?" You bring your hand to hover over his most intimate area.

"Y-Yeah, of course, baby, I'm all yours," he leans back a little, his arms propped up behind him, exposing his cock to you. You hesitate before making contact with his cock. You can feel the throb of his heat, the silkiness of his skin, the wetness of his arousal, it's all so erotic and enticing. He moans softly, his head tossed and hair falling back, before chuckling softly. "Your hands are so soft...I've waited so long to feel you baby," he smiles blissfully as you continue to explore him.

You feel around his hardness, taking in the size and length of it, and watch it twitch in your palms. You then shift your hand into an O shape and slip his cock through the hole. He lets out a shaky breath before smiling. "That's good, yeah," he moans lowly, his voice raspy in pleasure. You felt your blood rushing at the sight of him like this, hearing his moans and praise got you so excited. He brings a hand up to your head, playing with your hair. "You're so good to me," his eyes fluttered shut in bliss. "Go a little faster, please," he chuckles in embarrassment at his request. "Fuck, yes like that," he praises as your hand moves faster, effortlessly gliding thanks to his precum.

You began to feel more bold and confident in your performance thanks to his praise and reactions. Before you know it his body is twitching and acting on its own. "Keep going," he encourages, gripping the sheets next to him hard. You weren't sure what else to do so you just kept jerking him off faster and faster until he started letting out these guttural groans. "Shit! I'm cumming baby," he cries out his head thrown all the way back as his back arches, his legs twitching slightly.

Cum spurts out onto your hands and a rush of excitement courses through you. The lewdness of feeling someone else's cum on your hands and seeing him reach such a high peak due to your ministrations was indescribably arousing.

Eventually, he calms down, his breathing evening out as he chuckles sincerely. "You did so fucking good babygirl," he holds the side of your face to kiss you deeply as a reward. At first, the kiss catches you off guard but you fall into it, bringing a cum coated hand up to his shoulder. Your tongues mingle and twist around each other as he leans in closer to you. He rubs your thigh softly with his free hand before pulling back, his hand still lingering. He looks up into your eyes and you can tell exactly what he'll ask next. "You ready?" He tilts his head, his fingers drawing closer to your panties.

"I'm ready, more than ready," you blush, the puddle of wetness in your panties now obvious. He throws your thighs around his waist and he picks you up. He sets you on the bed, laying back against the plush pillows he coordinated to support and comfort you. He gently helps you remove your undergarments, making sure you feel worshipped along the way.

"You have such perfect tits," he admires your breasts after removing your bra, gently cupping the soft flesh. "So soft," he kisses your nipple softly making you release a little squeak at the new sensation. After giving your tits a little attention he moves lower, giving tender kisses to your tummy. He peels off your panties, tugging them down your legs and tossing them aside. You reflexively cross your legs, hiding your vulnerability. "Hey, hey, don't be shy now baby," he brings his hands to your knees, prying your legs open.

"I'm embarrassed," you admit and he stops, looking up at you sincerely.

"Why babygirl? I've been waiting for this for way too long," he whines and you chuckle softly.

"I just...I didn't shave or anything because I didn't know we'd be doing this anytime soon..." you explain and Han sighs, thinking of how to respond.

"Listen...I don't really care," he explains, instantly making your expression change. "If it makes you feel more comfortable to shave you go right ahead baby, but if you're shaving on my part or if you are simply embarrassed because you haven't shaved, don't," Jisung nods determinedly and you blush, a smile creeping upon your lips. "Now, can I please see this pretty pussy?" He looks up at you with lust-filled and desperate eyes. You nod with a smile and he smiles back, proud that you are now comfortable with him.

He pulls your legs apart to reveal your dripping cunt, he doesn't even pay mind to the curly hair there, more focused on the slickness of your folds. "Fuck baby," he moans before running a finger up your folds. "Look at this," he says in awe, loving the way you respond to him. "So wet, so cute," he brings his thumb up to your clit, rubbing little circles on it. "What do you want me to do babygirl? Finger you or eat you out?" He tilts his head, resting the side of his head against your inner thigh as he continues to play with your clit.

"Maybe...both?" You smirk playfully and he chuckles.

"Should've guessed huh?" He places a gentle kiss to your clit making you gasp softly. "Don't be afraid to pull my hair baby, I know you're gonna want to," he slithers a finger down to your slit, guiding it between your tight folds. "Deep breaths baby," he encourages, his words slightly muffled by your pussy. You nod and take in long breaths. His finger trails in deep, roaming around your insides, familiarizing himself with your tender spots.

He takes a long time, taking a lot of care into finding all those spots and paces you like before actually fingering you.

He curls to fingers simultaneously against that squishy spot that makes you squirm as his tongue flicks your clit but he takes a pause to speak. "If it's too much just tell me okay?" He quickly resumes his ministrations as you whimper and sob.

"O-Okay," you tug on his hair, the silver strands lacing around your fingers. You let out a loud whimper and blush at your own sounds, sounding so pathetic and lewd.

"Keep doing that, moan for me," he groans, getting lost in lust and falling drunk to your cunt. He fingers you faster, a bit harder as well, seeking more music to his ears. You finally cave in, embracing your lust and moaning into the quiet room.

"Jisung, I-I think..." you bite your lip, unsure of how to confess such a sensation.

"You getting close?" He finishes your statement for you and you nod, your lips quivering as your brows curl up. He sucks on your clit, the room filling with slurping sounds and the sound of your pussy sucking in his fingers. You feel this warmth trickling up your body as your head goes fuzzy, your body lightly twitching from the sensation. Your hips buck up reflexively and Han pulls you through the orgasm, drawing out every last strand of pleasure, before pulling back. "How was that?" He smiles and you're left panting, your head reeling.

"Fucking...insane..." you pant out and laugh softly, the rush of hormones making you feel above the clouds. He laughs at your fucked out state before kissing your forehead.

"Such a good little minx," he pats your hip softly, a form of praise. "Do you need a break or shall we keep moving?"

"I wanna keep going, I've never felt so good," you explain and Han creeps up closer to you, hovering above you.

"I'm so glad angel," he caresses your cheek. "I'm so glad I get to see you feel like this for the first time. The way your lips part, your body twitches, your eyes squinting shut, your little cries, they're everything to me," he rests his forehead against yours as he speaks softly. As he speaks you feel his cock nudging against your lower abdomen, hinting that he's growing impatient but he will always wait for you.

"Trust me Jisung, I wouldn't change a thing in my life as long as I got to be with you," you kiss him softly and he smiles bashfully.

"Please Y/N...let me please you," he reaches over to the nightstand, searching through the bottom drawer for a condom packet. He sits back on his knees, his cock standing up and front. He holds the packet between his teeth and tears it open, tossing the wrapper somewhere in the room, before rolling the condom on with ease. "It may hurt a little at first but I promise I'll take it slow," he lines his sealed cock up to your slit. "Ready?"

"Mhm," you nod, eagerly waiting for the impending sensation to take over you. He gently pushes his hips forward and the two of you moan in sync.

"Fuck," he curses as his cock makes it only about halfway through your pussy. "How are you doing?"

"It kinda hurts but I can push through," you nod, gripping his shoulders tight. He takes one of your hands, intertwining it with his.

"Squeeze it," he nods before pushing his hips forward again. You let out a cry, squeezing his hand hard as you feel him filling you up.

"Fuck," you curse loudly. "It hurts but it feels so fucking good," you throw your head back, your hand trembling as you squeeze his hand.

"Deep breaths babygirl," he then thrusts forward, his cock filling you up. You jump, back arched, at the sudden increase in intensity. "Shh, Shh, it's all in baby," he kisses your lower jaw softly. "You're doing so good," he rubs your thigh. At first, Jisung moves slowly, allowing you plenty of time to adjust, but the condom helps lube you up a lot and soothe the muscles. As soon as he begins to slowly thrust your head spins.

"Is it supposed to feel this intense," you chuckle as sweat builds along your forehead.

"I know it's a lot at first but trust me, I'll make you feel so good," he promises softly as his hips skillfully roll against yours. You claw at his back, your nails digging in as you fall to the overwhelming pleasure. You let out cracked moans and Jisung finds it hard to hold back, craving you more and more as he thrusts into you gently, but the he hears the most reassuring words he could possibly ask for in this situation.

"Faster~"

Your voice was soft, a quiet yet desperate plea and Jisung is not one to deny a lady of her wishes. He moves his hips faster, falling to his own lust. He thrusts harder, deeper, faster, all the things to make your head spin. Your body begins to shake as you let out squeals of incoherent lust and everything just comes pouring out of the two of you.

"Oh yes fuck baby!" He groans as he unloads into the condom, hips twitching into yours. The two of you ramble incoherent lewd words at the overwhelming pleasure before slowly coming down together. "So tight," he groans.

"Fuck Jisungie," your body goes limp against the bed, your body still trembling from the intensity of the orgasm. He pets your head sincerely, feeling the softness of the locks.

"You did so good," he breathes out. "I suppose I should pull out just in case," he chuckles before pulling out, you could hear your pussy clinging to him as he eased out. He removes the condom, tossing it in the bin next to your bed. "I'll throw that out properly later, way too fucked up right now. Besides I need to take care of you," he smiles before noticing the cum dripping out of your slit, a hue of pink in it, but you were unaware. "Um this is kind of awkward but just so you know you're bleeding a bit," he says as he sits up next to you, pulling you into his lap.

"Shit really? You think it's from my hymen?" You blush, hiding in his chest.

"Don't be embarrassed, and probably," he nods and you sigh. "Let's get you in the shower, kay?" He scoops you up in his arms and you gasp at how effortlessly he lifts you. "Maybe I can please you some more in there, hm?"

[genderqueerdykes]

I very recently came out as a trans man and I'm honestly starting to feel a little broken by everyone's reaction to us. My family are steadfastly ignoring my transition, using she/her and my deadname like it's going to go away if they ignore it long enough. Several of my friends have started make jokes like "are you sure you want to be a man?" When we're discussing their shitty ex-boyfriends like becoming a man is going to make me the same as the abusive cunts they dated. And then I come to Tumblr and everyone is talking about how trans men are oppressors who never experience specific discrimination and benefit from misogyny from the second they come out. Despite the fact that I'm built like Barbie and the binder is fooling precisely no one so if someone could show me exactly where I'm benefiting from misogyny that would be nice. At this point I just. Don't want to do this anymore. I made it to 30 without realising I was trans, maybe it wouldn't be so hard to just shove it all back in the box and not deal you know? I know realistically I can't but I really want to just go back to how I was before and pretend I never realised.

i'm sorry you're dealing with this right now. you're definitely not alone. i get so many messages just like this from other trans men. i'm glad you felt like sharing your story. it's really important for people to share their experiences with this right now.

Several of my friends have started make jokes like "are you sure you want to be a man?"

people are literally criticizing trans men for coming out. of course i'm sure i want to be a man, i am one. on no planet is that a bad thing. and even if i weren't sure, i should be able to decide whether or not it's right for me. people instantly correlating "man" with "oppressor" is missing the point. this isn't helping anyone. making trans men feel like shit for wanting to come out and/or transition isn't "helping women". it's not helping anyone. it's making those trans men miserable and everyone really should care.

you should care about the feelings of trans men.

people who try to tell you nobody but "the most oppressed members" of the trans community are the only ones who are allowed to talk or whatever are full of shit. transmasculine erasure needs to come to an end. people need to stop bullying us out of wanting to come out or transition. this isn't okay. it's not okay to harass people for their gender or belittle them. i'm so sorry you've been treated like this.

you're still allowed to be who you are and be proud of that as well. my advice is to try to talk to other transmascs and men when and where possible, especially those who don't self flagellate. sticking together right now is very important. stay safe. you deserve to be treated better.

[bitchface24-7]

Hi V! I was wondering if you felt comfortable doing a fluff fic of reader x viktor or jayce comforting reader on her period ?

All goods if you can't!!

I really enjoy your writing and I live all the attention to detail you put into your stories !!

THIS SUCKS… - VIKTOR & JAYCE X READER

synopsis: you're on your period, you feel bloated, agitated, and your stomach hurts. You can't tell if you're hungry, if you're cramping, or if you really need to shit. Your lovely boyfriend sees you struggling, and takes care of you the best he can.

warnings: menstruation (obviously), pain, fluffy fluff of our boys taking care of us.

genre: m/f or gn/m

p.s. I'm going to write this in the style of bullet points. Also, why not get both? This isn't Jayvik, so if you prefer one over the other, you can just read one part. Love ya! ❤️

VIKTOR X READER

You dread everytime your menstrual cycle hits you. It's painful, messy, and makes you agitated at the littlest things.

It makes you unintentionally be snippy with Viktor, something that upsets you even more since he hasn't done anything to deserve that treatment.

He's incredibly understanding. As someone who deals with chronic pain he understands that pain can make you act in ways that you typically wouldn’t.

Your pain may not be 24/7, but he knows it comes once a month for a week straight.

He has pain killers, a heated weighted blanket, and light food that surprisingly fills you up ready for you.

He’ll even make you sweet milk when you ask for it.

You typically do parallel play, he’ll continue to work, but he’ll make sure he's in the same room as you.

More times than not, he's cuddled up with you in bed, your pleading eyes and pouty lips will be his downfall. He can never say no to you.

Viktor makes this part of your life so much easier, and you can't thank him enough for it.

(its actually his way of thanking you. You take care of him all the time. Adjusting his spinal brace, his leg brace, making sure he has his cane. Helping him take off his assistive devices when he asks. Making sure he eats, he sleeps. He appreciates your care and love more than you'll ever know. So he tries his best to help you when you need it.)

JAYCE X READER

Jayce has a good idea how to take care of menstruation aches and pains. He's practically Cait’s older brother. He was around when she went through puberty.

It was not a pretty sight.

He knows you'll crave sweets, chips, sushi, fried chicken, really anything super flavourful and bad for you.

He knows teas help with cramps, so do heating pads, and lightly massaging your lower abdomen.

He knows you'll alternate between wanting to be alone, and being cuddled.

He knows you'll accidentally get snippy, feel bad, and want to hug him.

He knows it all.

It’s like it was ingrained into him on how to take care of you. He just appreciates that the hellish years he had to deal with a pubescent Cait paid off in the end.

(no he swears she was going to kill him at one point)

Being able to cook delicious food because of his mama makes it even better. He’ll make so much food you honestly wont know where to start. But they'll for sure be something there you can stomach.

They'll always be there to take care of you ❤️

Hi Anon! Thank you for the compliment! Sorry this is much shorter than you probably expected, I just don't deal with my period often? I go like one to three months in-between cycles and I just take care of myself when it happens. I medicate myself and essentially sleep away the pain for a day and a half, then I'm back to normal, I’m just bleeding now as well.

The longest time I went without a period was six months back in 2022 (I was 20 and had gotten it in November after my assumption of extremely early onset menopause LMAO, after that I got a tracker app to help me remember when I get it) and no I was not pregnant. Unless I’m Mother Mary reborn, that wouldn’t be possible.

[fleurriee]

Hello dear!!!

I loved your az of Aemond, my heart was a little touched if I'm being honest uwu.

What do you think the az of modern!Aemond would be like?

Please don't feel obligated to answer, it was just a little idea I came up with. 💕

here it is!!! i know this ask was sent in ages ago & apologies for the wait, but i saw this & couldn’t resist, so have fun!! <3

please also feel free to request anything for aemond!! i'm really in the mood to write some drabbles for him!!

affection — how affectionate are they? do they show affection?

aemond is vvv affectionate in private.

i’m talking always wanting to be around you, always wanting to be doing the same thing as you, always wanting to be near.

if you’re in the living room, he’ll be in there with you, wanting to watch a movie with you.

if you’re in the kitchen, he’ll suddenly want to start cooking with you.

he loves to keep his hands on you, he honestly doesn’t care where. shoulders, waist, arm, you name it.

bye — what do they do when they need to leave? how are they feeling?

when aemond leaves, he always has to make sure he tells you he loves you.

it’s a really important thing for him, he simply cannot leave if he doesn’t do it, it just feels wrong to him.

aemond’s okay leaving as long as it isn’t for too long. if it ends up going over a few days, he’s automatically not looking forward to it.

he’s not clingy, but he’s gotta make sure he’s messaging you whenever possible.

cuddles — do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?

he’s big on cuddling.

if the two of you are sitting down to watch a movie, he’ll have you cuddled right into his side, as close as possible, legs intertwined and arm over your shoulder.

it makes him feel so unbelievably loved in these situations.

9 times out of 10, all he’ll want to do is cuddle you.

domestic — how domestic are they? do they want to settle down?

i can imagine aemond’s original plan is to not have any kids, mainly because his family is big enough as it is and he’s never imagined himself as a father.

the most he’ll do is get dogs, and that’s why he ends up with vhagar.

he has fatherly mannerisms around vhagar and husband mannerisms around you and that’s all you can ask for.

i can see the two of you having children one day, but it would probably be further down the line and possibly even an accident, but a happy one nonetheless!!

equal — how much effort do they put into the relationship?

aemond puts his entire body and soul into your relationship.

he knows that if he only does things in halves when you’re putting everything into it, there’s no point.

he’s constantly trying to make you smile, make you laugh, make you happy.

if you’re not one these things 99.9% of the time, he feels like he’s doing something wrong.

fiancé — how are they in an engagement?

honestly, not much changes.

like i said, aemond is already full of his husband mannerisms, so getting engaged just means you’re one step closer to having his last name.

of course, the happiness grows tenfold, and he’s more of a gentleman than ever.

now he can finally call you his fiancé when introducing you to people and it makes his heart swell.

gentle — how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

when i think of modern aemond, i think of him being shy and reserved. the trauma from his childhood when he’d lost his eye definitely equates to that, so he’s as gentle as they ever come.

he’s mainly just worried he’ll do something that makes you uncomfortable, so he’s always very careful about whether his hands are too calloused and such.

it takes you purposefully telling him that you know you’d never hurt him for him to roughen up even just a little bit.

hugs — do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?

hugger!!!

in every goddamn position this man can think of.

his favourites are the two of you facing one another, your arms around his neck and his around your waist as you face snuggles further into his neck, and his other favourite is hugging you from behind, keeping you tucked beneath him.

he’ll also find any excuse to hug you— you could be in the kitchen, and he’s suddenly wrapping you up in his arms.

i love you — how fast do they say the words?

i can see aemond taking his time to say the words. he’s vv thoughtful and introspective, so he waits until he's absolutely sure about his feelings. again, he’s not quite sure how to act around someone who he cares so much about so it’s definitely a big step for him.

when he does finally say it, i can imagine it being during a quiet & intimate moment between just the two of you, maybe you’re having a lazy day watching shitty movies. he looks over at you when you laugh during a stupid scene he just knows it for what it truly is then and there.

the sincerity in his eyes when he says i love you is definitely worth the wait.

jealousy — how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?

the jealousy definitely hits aemond despite claiming he never feels that way. and he can handle it perfectly; you’d never know that he was silently brewing in the corner when he noticed someone else eyeing you up because you looked so beautifully ravishing.

aemond sticks to him usual calm exterior, keeping all his thoughts to himself as he tries to bat away his anxieties and insecurities when he comes to the idea of losing you.

there can be times when he feels the need to intervene, sheepishly sliding his way into whatever conversation you were having and keeping his hand somewhere on you body, both as a reassurance to him and a warning to anyone else.

but once you’re home alone again, the more attentive and protective side of him makes an appearance, and you’re ashamed to admit that you do find it attractive.

there’s nothing more the two of you love than when aemond shows you how much you mean to him—kissing you passionately and worshipping your body.

of course, you make sure to talk and reassure him afterwards, because you know it’ll still be playing through his mind even after all of that.

kisses — what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?

his kisses are always so gentle and soft, deliberate. he’s savouring every single moment your mouth is on his. you’re on his mind constantly — how can he not?

aemond loves to kiss you on your forehead, bending down to reach your height, and the scrunched expression you pull out of pure happiness makes his heart leap.

he’s also a gentleman and kisses the back of your hand. he’ll hold it ever so gently and bring it to his lips, an action that is so second-hand to him now that he doesn’t realise he’s doing it most times.

oh, boy, does aemond love it when you kiss him on the neck. it sends shivers up his spine and causes his hands to curl in anticipation. his cheeks, too, especially on his scar, ever so softly. that’s one of the things you can do that makes him know for certain how much you truly care for him.

little ones — how are they around children? how many do they want?

it might be surprising to some, but aemond is surprisingly good with children. most people would take one look at him and think he must struggle around them, either because he doesn’t know what to do or because they’re scared of him.

it’s the opposite, trust me.

of course, he still has his moments when he’s initially a bit awkward and not entirely sure why they like him so much, but after having so many younger kids popping up in his family, he had no choice but to get used to them.

aemond with two kids!!! i imagine the first one being a boy, and then around 3 or so years later you have a girl <3333

he’s so very protective over your kids after the childhood he endured with the accident of losing his eye, but not to the point where it’s overbearing.

morning — how are mornings spent with them?

aemond’s a morning run type of guy. he’ll get up really early in the morning, making sure he’s not to loud to wake you.

majority of the time, when he comes home, you’ll still be dead asleep in bed. in a non-creepy way, he loves to admire the way you look, so peaceful and at ease.

you’ll want him to crawl straight back in with you but he always refuses, claiming that he needs to shower, and more often than not, you’ll join him in there.

after that, the two of you start the morning slowly, making breakfast and conversing in your tired voices.

on the off-chance aemond doesn’t do his morning run, it’s an every slower morning. you’ll be so unbelievably happy when your eyes crack open to look at the time and find him still behind you. you’ll snuggle further into his side, curling up with him and stay there for hours more.

night — how are nights spent with them?

somehow they’re even more cozy and tranquil than your mornings.

i picture the two of you either lying in your bed or on the couch, depending on your mood, you’re cocooned into his side watching tv quietly, his arm over your shoulder as he reads a book.

the quiet, intimidate moments between you are the ones you both cherish the most, the silence is always so comforting, especially if either of you have had a rough day.

open — when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait to reveal things slowly?

he’s still a gradual guy, preferring to not overload his whole entire life story at once, especially with all the bad things he’d have to get through.

aemond’s such a private person, it’s an honour if he tells you something personal to him, because you know it means he holds you in such high regards, he trusts you wholly.

he remembers the first time he’d told you something quite harrowing, expecting you to be completely shocked and not want to talk to him again. but, when it turned out to be the opposite, he’d felt such a relief, and realised from then on that he knew he could tell you anything without any judgement.

patience — how easily angered are they?

in most situations, he’s generally quite a patient guy. if something pisses him off, he’ll let it stew within himself and wait until it’s just the two of you to tell you how much it annoyed him. you’ll always listen to whatever he has to say, agreeing that the guy in question was an idiot, too.

when it comes to full-blown disrespect, however?? low tolerance for that shit.

that’s what pushes him to his limit, especially when it comes to you. someone says something completely rude to you, or even behind your back, he’s gonna have to say something.

there’s been vvv few instances where he’s not afraid to throw a punch, too, but he doesn’t like to do that.

quizzes — how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or forget everything?

oh, this man remembers every little thing about you — he’s the observer type, the listener type. your favourite movie; your favourite book; your favourite restaurant, he can name them all.

he somehow manages to remember even the little things — you’d once told him a story where you’d just briefly mentioned about how you loved to spend christmas there when you were younger; he slots that little piece of information into his mind ready to surprise you later in the year.

whenever he brings up something you mentioned (no matter how big or small), it never fails to make you feel so cherished and seen. aemond’s the only one who truly understands you like this, and it makes your heart ache every time.

remember — what is their favourite memory of you relationship?

when you met his dog, vhager, for the first time, for sure!!!

she’s absolutely precious to him, having gotten her at such a young age and growing up with her for so many years, it’s so important that the two of you get along.

so, when he saw the way she rested her head in your lap the second you got comfortable on the sofa, his heart practically exploded.

just seeing the way the two of you interacted together made him aware of how much he wanted you to be a part of his life permanently.

security — how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?

this man always keeps his eye on you in public. it’s not that he can’t trust you, he just worries and overthinks a lot of things, he doesn’t trust everyone else around you.

it can be slightly worse if your somewhere completely new to the two of you, an unfamiliar situation.

he knows and trusts you to handle yourself if you’re ever in an uncomfortable position someone has put you in, but he’ll always be ready to step in if you need him to.

aemond loves it when you get protective over his well-being. there can be days where his eye pains him so much, he feels like the entire world is against him, and the way you care for him has his heart feeling so full.

you make sure the lights are off, the curtains are closed so it’s as dark as possible, there isn’t too much noise happening around him. you make sure he’s as fed as he can be with how much he’s feeling, and you’ll always lie with him, his head snuggled into your neck as you stroke his hair.

try — how much effort do they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts?

aemond is a meticulous planner, and makes sure to think each and every tiny detail out for whatever special occasion is happening — dates, anniversaries, gifts, you name it.

each plan consists of something meaningful to the two of you, a reminder of a special time you spent together. it could be from when you first met, to when you first said the words I love you, to your first anniversary together.

it’s one of his favourite things when he surprises you with some random, thoughtful gesture. your smile is so bright, your eyes shining. aemond will truly do anything to see that expression of yours as many times as he can.

ugly — what are some bad habits of theirs?

aemond’s private — like, too private.

whenever he’s feeling something strong, something emotional, he keeps it to himself. he’ll avoid voicing those thoughts, bottling them up, and eventually, all that built-up energy is just teeming to explode. and that can lead to regretful remarks.

he might attempt to let you know what’s going on in his head, muttering quietly under his breath, hoping you’ll hear and understand what he’s trying to tell you. that doesn’t always work though, because more often than not, he’s purposely being quiet so you can’t hear him.

it’s an up-hill battle with aemond, but you find that you’re slowly starting to get through to him as each day passes together.

vanity — how concerned are they with their looks?

even as reserved as aemond is, he’s still concerned about how everyone around perceives him, about what they think in terms of his appearance.

the scar on his eye feels as though it stands out like a bright yellow beacon. so, he’ll take great care about the rest of himself so it doesn’t feel as obvious.

he’ll make sure his clothes are well-tailored, sleek but subtle — think dark turtlenecks and fitted coats, clean boots.

there may been a time where he wants to leave the eyepatch, try out sunglasses or something similar, but he’ll always go back to feeling safe.

as long as he knows that you don’t judge him for wearing it, the others won’t matter to him.

whole — would they feel incomplete without you?

you’re the one person aemond can truly be himself around — whether that’s with his feelings or not wearing his eyepatch. when you’re not around, it feels as though he’s missing something within himself.

he’s always been very selective about he lets into his life due to be so reserved, and the moment he deems you worthy of his true self, that’s pretty much the only version you’ll see of him from then on.

you’re irreplaceable to him. still, he wouldn’t outright say it, but his actions would always be enough for you — he’d grow slightly restless after too long, message you with little updates about his day and wanting to know about yours, letting his walls down whenever you’re around.

losing you would leave him feeling stranded, knowing that he’d forever struggle to find someone who understands him completely the way you do.

xtra — a random headcannon for them!!

aemond finds comfort in solitary hobbies, especially writing — poetry, journal entries, short stories.

he likes to use his words to process the emotions he finds difficult to express aloud, filled with his vulnerabilities he’ll only really show to you.

his journal is kept safely tucked away in one of his drawers & you know when you truly have him, because he’ll slowly start to share pages with you.

every now and again, it might be a poem he wrote randomly, telling you he was inspired when he saw you one morning.

even though you’ll definitely be flustered by this romantic side of him, he’s just as embarrassed about it, too.

yuck — what are some things they wouldn’t like, in general or in a partner?

in general, aemond doesn’t like loud and chaotic environments (same).

they always make him feel overwhelmed or uncomfortable.

he’ll always do his best to get out of a situation like that, but sometimes he might not be able to help it — birthday parties on either side of the families or get togethers with friends are, unfortunately for him, something that happens every now and again.

you know he won’t exactly enjoy these situations, but he’ll put up him them for you, and that makes you appreciate and love him all the more.

there’s a lot aemond wouldn’t like in partner — he’s got his standards.

similarly, aemond would struggle with anyone who likes to seek attention or thrives off of creator unnecessary drama.

he wouldn’t have any patience for dishonesty, either, finding someone lacking in basic manners.

he wouldn’t tolerate anyone who tried to push him or force him to open up more — he likes to be ready on his own terms, knowing he can trust you before he takes that next step.

and, he doesn’t like sloppiness — i can see aemond being quite particular in his appreciativeness of effort and order, whether around a space or in a person.

zzz — what are their sleep habits?

aemond can struggle to sleep. he’s to type of person who has a busy mind that’s constantly racing with thoughts and overanalysing every little thing.

so, more often than note, he might stay up reading or watching a documentary he thought might interest him.

when he eventually does manage to get to sleep, though, he’s 1000% a light sleeper. the slightly of noises will wake this man up — a creak in the house, wind against the window, you making a small sound in your sleep.

but, he would find comfort in your presence, and that’s something that does help him fall asleep, too.

unconsciously, he’d pull you closer to his body whenever he’s restless, finding your touch helps ground him, and before he knows it, he’s back to sleep again.

[amethystfairy1]

Hey I just need to go on a little tangent about ttsbc cub bc he resonates with me so hard. I totally didn’t pick up on the context clues of him being a mutant at all until it was revealed directly bc everything about him was just so normal to me. Like yes I also hate sound and light and need noise cancelling headphones to function. Even after the reveal I still relate to him a lot, especially still being able to hear people fairly easily even with the headphones on, and only really taking them off to talk with people for their sake and not bc I wouldn’t be able to hear them otherwise. On god nobody could ever sneak up on me. It’s exhausting and makes it hard to function but there’s something comforting about seeing that reflected in a character.

Also, like. Super Big Feelings about how good of a friend Scar is to him. The way he accommodates him without any question. As someone who desperately needs them I know DAMN WELL how freaking expensive a good pair of noise cancelling headphones are and if someone cared about me enough to buy a pair just to have on the rare one in a million occasion i forget my own when they hardly had any need for it themself? They’d NEVER get rid of me, frankly. Tbh as someone with invisible disabilities it’s hard not to relate to the struggles of undercity folk trying to function on the surface, desperately needing accommodations but being unable to ask for them. This series means a lot to me because it reminds me that my needs don’t make me any less deserving of taking up space, and that I deserve good friends who would accommodate them without question too, like scar with cub.

I’m sorry if this is all overly personal and emotional to drop in an anon ask lol, you obviously don’t have to answer this, I just figured it wouldn’t hurt to let you know that there was someone out there who felt comforted by your writing. It’s genuinely crazy how much quality writing you’re handing over to us all for free, and (pleasantly) overwhelming how much there is to read. I honestly admire you for that.

it ABSOLUTELY is not and you don't need to apologize! I'm so happy my writing means so much to you, and has shown you and helped you to remember you deserve every bit of love and care and the accommodation that lets you thrive! 💖

Cub is a Warden Mutant, yes, but he's very much written to be neurodivergent coded, and that's something that I wanted to have show through in his mannerisms...they also just so happen to overlap with how he's a warden mutant whoopsie 😅

A lot of the characters in TTSBC represent things from irl, and I did that intentionally (most of the time, I will admit a couple of them were happy little coincidences that I have fully embraced) but like...the thing is with my writing, I use it for an escape, a way to relax. It's very important to my mental health to do this sort of thing, and so while I want to make commentary on important topics, I don't want to bring them up flat-out and then have to grapple with them...if that makes sense? Not because I couldn't do it, or because I don't think it's important, but because my AUs aren't the space for that.

Not directly.

But indirectly? Through parallels and analogies and little things like a city separated by bedrock and people concealing parts of themselves to feel safe beneath a blue sky? Yeah...I think that's the sort of thing I can swing, and I like to think maybe that makes my little bitty attempts at commentary land easier 😅

Thank you so much for your sweet words!!!

[thewatcher98]

SUNDAY CONFESSIONAL IS...

...something that I've been thinking for quite a while now. And it is: how much I hate the expression "dodging a bullet" when talking about Morse.

I found myself a lot in him. The inability to fit in (he is called by Jakes "the odd one" and has particular interests; I also have different interests than my peers and I often got the "she's so weird" look) resulting in social awkwardness (can't really have a "normal" conversation with anyone or forcing myself to be like the others so I'm not left out but it's super draining and tiring; we've seen several times Morse experiencing exactly this). That voice in the back of our heads telling us that no one likes us, that everyone's going to hurt us, to leave us, that we're just a huge disappointment. And most of the time none of that it's true. It's our anxiety (I guess?) speaking.

He is not easy that's for sure. But he has his "reasons" aka trauma. Lack of communication, trust issues, mommy AND daddy issues. Plus I really do think he's neurodivergent (which I suspect I am too but I'll never know cause I can't afford a therapist yoohoo). He's not a bad person. It's just the '60s and people don't talk about these kind of things and surely don't talk with a "shrink". I don't know if have any kind of trauma, honestly. Maybe that infamous "generational trauma" that it's so talked about online that it's now forced in movies/tv shows cause people have lost the ability to write a story. Am I a good person? I let the others be the judge of that cause my mind just LOVE to play tricks on me and I don't trust her for a moment.

All of this to say: if I found us so similar and by avoiding him people "dodge a bullet", what about me? What should I do? Should I lose all hope and give up? No friendship? No love? Cause I'm such a problem that it's better to run the opposite direction as fast as you can? To dodge the bullet?

Anyway this is it. I had to take it off my chest. Sorry if it feels too self centered. That wasn't my intention. All I wanted to say is to always be careful with how you use your words. To you it might sound like something funny to say. Someone else might start spiraling bad. Also, no drama or beef or whatever, please cause I'm so tired of it lol

Here's a nice gif of Morse petting a dog

[sailing-ever-west]

Can I just ask you to post your headcanons for Sanji and Zoro? I wanna hear your thoughts on my favorites

Oh crap too many to count honestly 💀 but I can at least give some general opinions and random thoughts I believe about them as a duo

first of all anyone who doesn't think they are literally best friends is just objectively wrong. their trust is insane. they put their lives and the crew's lives in each other's hands time and time again and they're so in sync during fights it's like they're one body. I think they know things about each other they've told no one else. sometimes not even each other.

they respect each other's crafts very highly. this is also pretty canon tbh. Zoro might pretend Sanji's cooking is mediocre and Sanji might say Zoro's swords are stupid and not as strong as his kicks, but it's show that when they talk about each other to strangers they brag. they know they're the best at what they do and both integral to the crew.

I think they both can get very emotionally unstable when the other is out of commission due to injury or trauma. They rely on each other's strength and the balance of being equals. It's rattling to see Zoro weak and unable to defend himself or Sanji lacking his enthusiasm and fire. They're very essential to each other's realities and sense of safety, and they're quick to try and lift each other back into their best selves.

They're both touch-starved and that's definitely part of why they fight and spar all the time. Nothing like a heated wrestling match to make you look super manly while fulfilling your deep-seated need for a hug.

Zoro thinks they're equals in strength but says he's better. Sanji pretends to think they're equals in strength but actually lowkey thinks Zoro is stronger but still says the opposite. Zoro doesn't realize Sanji deep down thinks of himself as weaker and would think that was really stupid if he knew. They're both willing to die for their crew and/or goals but Sanji has his terrible habit of considering himself expendable and Zoro does not care for that at all.

Sanji knows how to clean Zoro's swords and has done so when Zoro was incapacitated after battles. Zoro trusts Sanji with his swords bc he's seen how well he cares for his kitchen knives, and their aforementioned deep but unspoken respect for each other's skills.

They're actually pretty equally protective over Nami, Sanji is just more dramatic about it. She's a very important figure in both of their lives and they'll do anything to protect her safety and freedom, especially knowing that besides Luffy they're the most capable of doing so.

They actually hang out a lot just the two of them, not really talking but just sitting or laying near each other quietly. Often they take their respective breaks to drink and smoke at the same time and just chill. Neither of them are great with words or expressing emotions, so it's their way of having quality time when they don't feel like fighting, to reassure each other of their presence and partnership.

They do a lot of subtle caring for each other.

Sanji bullies Zoro into bathing. Zoro bullies Sanji into eating. They bully each other into being careful with their wounds.

They intentionally distract each other from their most self-destructive tendencies. If Zoro is training himself ragged, Sanji makes him come eat a snack with the crew. If Sanji is constantly pulling on his hair from stress, Zoro starts saying random dumb things so he'll argue instead and forget.

Nami, Luffy, and Chopper are used as frequent emotional threats against each other. Nami will raise their debt for being stupid and dangerous, Luffy will make a whole Thing about it if they're being mean to themselves, and Chopper will cry if they aren't letting their injuries heal.

That's all I've got for now, hope this brings you joy!

[beatrixst0nehill]

"Just making a little jab at my company. It's soooo frustrating earning a Master's just to wind up at a company that thinks all women are good for is inflating our breasts until they burst! My boss has been aggressively forcing every girl at our company to take experimental breast growth pills which have like a billion different side effects. So I was complaining to one of my coworkers that I'm depressed cause none of my old clothes fit anymore because, you know, I'm not a B-Cup anymore. I'm ...... whatever the hell this is! I don't even want to know honestly, it's too embarrassing. Probably an R-cup or S-cup.

But, well, my coworker ratted me out for complaining and because I said I was depressed I got this crazy letter at my desk saying 'Unhappy? We invite you to Lakehurst Women's Mental Wellness Center'. I cracked up laughing so hard I hard to run to the restroom. My boobs started lactating uncontrollably just because I was laughing SO hard, which they've been doing more and more lately. Hurray more side effects!

But for those not in the know, I'm not shocked Lakehurst is in my company's healthcare network, with how misogynistic my boss is. Basically you go there and they experiment on you to 'break you'. They force you to get insanely pregnant, like humiliatingly big, a dozen kids at once. You're kept naked 24/7 as male interns and students from nearby colleges are trained on you. They get to perform whatever kinky surgeries they want on girls, and fuck them, of course. Gotta make sure guys' dicks don't stay hard for more than five seconds, it's the state's number one priority! I hear they even lobotomize girls there for fun, to 'lower their IQ' if they score too high on tests. Because according to state law a high IQ for girls, or anything above 100 can be considered mental unwellness, and can legally be treated, by force if a partner or parent wants. Oh, and of course they also force you to grow giant tits, because having big boobs is good for a woman's mental health, or something.

Sooooo, I got my stupid letter and now I'm not gonna complain anymore. I just shut my mouth like a good girl and grow these monster tits for my pervy boss, who literally just sits in his office and jerks off all day, very loudly, to porn or he has us go in and strip, 'shake' and 'jiggle' our massive breasts for him so he can cum all over them, which we're not allowed to clean up the whole day if he does. There are already girls on our floor who have boobs so big they carry them in these trendy wheelbarrows or carts. I'm gonna buy one this weekend after I get paid because I'm kind of jealous, they are just soooo stylish and cute, and it'll make walking around so much easier, until they get so big I can't lift them up anymore. Godddd I can't believe I have to grow these stupid things, I hope my future husband really, really likes massive boobs. He's gonna have to get used to taking care of me real quick!"

[appleflavoredkitkats]

One of you’re latest comments about dream being chronically online and locked in his echo chamber is what my girlfriend and I have been saying since this started.

Dream is my age, maybe a year older, and all the things that make me a functioning adult he’s not gone through. Now I could be wrong I don’t follow any of the DSMP members really anymore, but to my knowledge he never went to college, never worked a small job, or even has done volunteer work outside of charity donations. That stunts your growth as an adult, you lose the valuable perspective college offers by getting to know people outside of your community, small jobs force you to have to make peace with comments made by the general public who may not understand truly how tough what you do is, and volunteer work is beyond valuable.

But even as I mentioned I’ve grown up, moved past the DSMP to new creators and content to watch. It’s honestly sad to see someone my age stuck in 2020, I don’t like the man but I hope he goes and gets help or maybe just lives life a little.

My opinion he needs to volunteer at a municipal animal shelter. Not just donate, hands in the dirt, scrubbing kennels, walking dogs, type volunteer work. It will humble the biggest of egos, bc animals don’t care about fame and the people that work there don’t either.

while i think your final suggestion is pretty good and lowkey funny, i do think your points about college could have been worded better. just because dream didn't go to college and didn't work a small job doesn't mean he became more isolated because of it— attending college is a privilege, and does not always indicate a right of passage for a person to enter adulthood.

your description of a "stunted adult" are LITERALLY the same words you can use to describe tommy. no joke, he too dropped out, and never worked a part-time job (he's constantly joked about this in his new smp). in fact, many of the dsmp members, especially ones less problematic than dream, dropped out. even tubbo, even techno.

and as an anti-capitalist and neurodivergent— i still don't agree with your argument either. i know you spoke highly of college and working mostly for the community you'll meet, but that in on itself isn't a foolproof way either of becoming not a weirdo. there are many awful people out there who went to college and worked many part-time jobs. i also think describing someone to be stunted for not going to college is just wrong outright.

dream is an awful person because he's a shut-in who relies on their echo chamber. that's it

[kradogsrats]

Okay, so new day; new insane lore history theory.

Looking at the tapestry from ToX again more closely, after my very quick scan this morning, there are actually five distinct types of soldiers shown:

Based on careful examination of the contemporary armor/uniforms used by the Pentarchy armies, I landed on this breakdown:

I could explain in great detail how I made those distinctions, but honestly it doesn't matter and people don't care. Just trust me, I thought hard about it.

Originally I misidentified there as only being three types of soldiers, because the Katolis/Evenere and Neolandia/Del Bar designs are very similar. Also because the tapestry shows three cities:

Katolis is obvious, and I still think the other two are Berylgarten and Neolandia. The map helpfully tells us there are five known cities in the human kingdoms, complete with little pictures:

I've left out Hinterpeak because it's very obvious none of the tapestry cities is Hinterpeak, Hinterpeak is literally inside a mountain. Del Bar's secondary city, Serpentongue, looks like a candidate based on its map drawing, but ToX tells us that Serpentongue actually looks like this, which is... less representative of what the tapestry shows:

We see Berylgarten briefly in s2 during Viren's flashback sections, where it's a sort of tiered city with towers around a central dome:

I think that's closer to the top tapestry city than Serpentongue is, though it's still fairly abstracted. It also makes more sense for the "capital" city of a kingdom to be represented.

Finally, we have Eboreus, which is a bit of a problem child because we have no long-distance views of Eboreus that I can recall... there are depictions of the inside of the city, but nothing that would characterize its silhouette for us. However, ToX does have another piece of "old" artwork, meant to be probably some kind of fresco, depicting the founding of Neolandia and Eboreus:

(This is the latter, Eboreus half, the right half just shows the people migrating from the east and going through a nomadic tent-based civilization period.)

It doesn't help a ton, except that construction of the city wall is given a pretty dramatic place in the visual narrative. I would definitely assume, from this, that Eboreus is a walled city similar to the bottom tapestry city. Combined with the many-spired depiction on the map, I feel okay about that identification.

It's interesting that they geographically represent only three of the five kingdoms, but if the tapestry pre-dates parts of the kingdoms' formations... well, the kingdom that's a swamp infested with magical megagators and the kingdom where they still choose the next monarch by having a literal melee free-for-all are honestly the ones I'd say probably took the longest to establish like... actual government.

However, something to keep in mind is that while I've been talking about this tapestry like it's a super-old historical document within the setting, it may actually not be from all that far in the past. All we really know is that it shows a conflict between humans and elves, divided by the Border, and that's not exactly a historically unique scenario. The main things that suggest it's showing an earlier time than "now" are that it includes only three cities, and that it clearly depicts mages being heavily involved in warfare. If that was something that was expected at series time, a lot of things would be very different. I could, however, see it being a thing as late as, say, the time of the Orphan Queen. I mention all of this because the tapestry is one of several "old"-looking art pieces in Tales of Xadia, but we have to keep in mind that one of those literally depicts Harrow killing Avizandum, so. It could be very old, it could be not-very old. (I mean, 300 years is still pretty old, in the scope of known human history.)

Really, though, what I wanted to talk about is this:

We have our "Katolian" soldier, but the heraldry on their shield is not the Katolis uneven towers, even though that's already a distinguishing feature of the kingdom (as seen in the city depictions). Instead, it's a layered uh... thing. But it's a thing we've seen before:

The guards at Allhaven Hill have their own heraldry, presumably because they're supposed to be neutral regardless of their kingdom of origin... but it's almost exactly the same overlapping geometric design as we see in the tapestry.

We also have Blondie McKatolis, in the flashback scenes during Zubeia's account of Aaravos's imprisonment, strongly implying that we are seeing representatives of the human kingdoms at the time of the Orphan Queen:

We pretty clearly also have Neolandia, Del Bar, and Evenere at this table. Also Duren, I just always get confused by her since they gave her those purple-y pink accents instead of blue. Why? No idea. What is this, Sleeping Beauty?

Anyway, Blondie up there also does not use the modern Katolian uneven-towers heraldry, nor the crown that matches it. Depending on how long the Aaravos bullshit had been going on, it's not surprising that the Orphan Queen would try for a clean slate when taking the throne. Having just averted devastation on both sides of the Border by working together with Xadia, "finding strength in our differences" is a pretty good choice for new logo inspiration. (I don't actually know how you adopt/change heraldry. But I do know logo design and branding strategy!)

Given that all five kingdoms technically appear in the tapestry, the "Pentarchy" heraldry could already be a united human kingdoms symbol... except then why isn't it on any of the other soldiers? Some of them have shields almost exactly the same as the Katolian soldiers, but no heraldry.

So here's a thought: what if it actually is the Katolian heraldry of the time, or a symbol of the kingdoms united under Katolis?

Katolis is one of the older and larger kingdoms, it's implied to have had a larger and more organized military for a long time (holding most of the Border), and Blondie is the one with Aaravos whispering in his ear. It wouldn't be super weird if Katolis at one point held a higher position than the other kingdoms, whether as "first among equals" or an actual system of vassals with a "high king" or whatever. The center, frontmost piece of the overlapping geometry, so to speak.

We have occasionally gotten weird little hints/implications that the current era of peace between the human kingdoms, even the entire concept of the Pentarchy, is fairly recent. What if that's not because they were all squabbling amongst themselves even after the mage wars wound down, but that prior to the Orphan Queen, they were all varying degrees of vassal states to Katolis? If part of what the Orphan Queen did was reset the human kingdoms as equals, doing a "this symbol now belongs to all of us, not just Katolis, and Katolis will adopt new heraldry" could be a nice gesture.

But yeah, that's how my brain has been spinning today.

[genderqueerdykes]

hey, just dropping by to say thank you for the posts about man-hating having no place in the queer community. it took me way longer than it should have to accept i was a non-binary trans guy, because right when i started questioning things, someone very close to me started getting really into man-hating as part of their discovery of their lesbian identity. it did a number on my questioning, made me feel a lot of shame for my attraction to men too, and at the time, no one (that i saw anyway) was talking about the other side of this, the side you explain so eloquently, so it almost felt like they were right, i *was* just overly sensitive, or worse, a bigot in denial. anyway that's a whole lot of information to say i wish i'd seen any of your posts like a decade ago. would've changed the trajectory of my life SO fast. *and* would've helped prove hatred isn't a core part of any identity. thank you for what you post 🙏 i can guarantee you're improving lives

hey thank you i really appreciate this! lol honestly i wish i had been talking about myself as a queer person 10 years ago! that was actually when i started my journey with HRT, funnily enough! glad i can help you though, i really appreciate knowing that and glad you feel a lot better!

it's a beginner's trap. becoming a man hating lesbian is a beginner's trap.

rad fems and terfs love to swoop in and inundate new, questioning, confused, and vulnerable lesbians. it's so easy to make someone hate men if this is their first foray into queer community, especially when you're "only supposed to be surrounded by women"... they prey on people who just don't know any better. that's really all there is to it. and people who don't want to learn any better

take care of yourself!

[atxxzist]

to the only boy i've ever loved | 02

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pairing: choi san x f!reader

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-- the first meeting

january 1, 9th grade

hi san,

it's a little past 12 a.m. so it's finally new year. i wonder if you have any goals you want to achieve this year? i'm not so sure myself but i think i want to take school more seriously and improve my grades and gpa.

i got a 'c' on two of my classes: science and spanish, and it's not even that i didn't understand the materials, more so that i procrastinated so much until the last second and wasn't able to turn in some major assignments. i'm going to do better this upcoming semester, hopefully.

(recently, my dad has taught me to stop using probable but not certain terms like maybe, probably, hopefully... and to be more sure and confident in myself. i'm learning but it's still a habit)

i'm writing this because i don't have anything better to do this late and i can't sleep. it's also new year and because i have a laptop now, i figure i should probably write about some things i would be able to look back to in the future if my memory starts losing itself? perhaps like the first time i ever met you.

i think that's a good start if i'm going to be writing about you for a long time.

but it was in the 6th grade and you just transferred from another school. i remember thinking you were so cute (you still are) when you first walked into our classroom. you had such big eyes and a cute little nose. because of this, you got popular among the girls pretty fast and even got yourself a girlfriend not too long after.

granted, i was a tiny bit jealous even though i was really good at acting like i didn't care about you and the only time we interacted at all in 6th grade was when we were assigned in line orders and i was put right behind you for a week and accidentally stepped on one of your shoe laces.

you wouldn't even be able to tell at all that every time we got in line for lunch, my heart and stomach always felt funny for that entire week. i was both sad but also relieved when the teacher reorganized the order.

just thinking about it now, you've changed quite a bit in comparison to my very first impression of you. you looked so timid and overwhelmed by the attention at first, i couldn't have predicted you would be best friend with wooyoung jung to this day.

he has always been loud, silly, and a bit disruptive in class from time to time, i for sure thought there was no way you two would get along. i was very wrong because by the time we were about to go to middle school, you two became two peas in a pod.

(wooyoung really only knew i existed because before you came, i was 1 of the only 4 asian students in there and the only other korean besides him)

from then, you started hanging out with the popular crowd and i felt the gap between us grow wider.

i never planned on asking you out and i don't plan to, but it was just a feeling that was hard to ignore, even now.

sophie asks me all the time if i don't plan on doing anything about my crush then why do i still keep doing the things that i do, such as writing these letters and always talking about you.

honestly, i don't have an answer right now either. maybe i enjoy the feeling of liking someone? that there's something to look forward to when i go to school? i don't know, but hopefully my future self will know the answer haha. (sorry dad, i used a maybe and hopefully).

this is getting a bit too long, but i hope you have a good new year and again, i'll see you in less than 2 weeks!

sincerely, y/n.

taglist: @brown88

[imperator-knoedel]

"The issue, as OP clearly stated, is artists for whom taking and using their work without compensation can destroy their livelihood- and make it harder for them to produce more work."

Do you understand how computers work? What exactly am I "taking" when I download a pdf or epub file? Is there a stockpile of the files that belongs to the author that now has one less item in it because I "took" it away?

As to destroying their "livelihood", ha! Why should I care about the prosperity of some pretentious petit-bourgeois pseudo-intellectual when I've been on the edge of homelessness myself for half a decade now? Don't you think I'd rather create works of art than type out job applications?

"It isn't you walking by a musician on the street (that you reflexively equate "street performer" with "beggar" reveals your own classism, incidentally)."

Why yes I am classist actually, classist against anyone who's not Proletarian.

"It's you actively seeking out someone's work and directly taking actions that reduce their income and opportunities."

No? Am I reducing your income by not sending you money via PayPal right this very moment? I sought out your blog and made you engage in the labor of typing out this response, did I not?

"And that the capitalist system is fundamentally unjust does not make it acceptable for you to screw over other people in that system to save yourself some money, and then act like it's a principled act of resistance."

Yes it does actually, not that it matters for this topic because I am not screwing someone over just for not voluntarily giving them money.

"Also, a work of art is not just an "idea"- it is a physical thing someone created."

Depends on the specifics, but I am referring to digital reproductions. It's not really pirating when you break into a painters studio and take all their paintings with you, no?

"Though I do not see why an idea should be common property either."

This is such an incomprehensible statement that I'm not really sure how to engage with it. Huh?

"If something as personal as your own thoughts do not belong to you, what does?"

Actual things that exist in the physical world, duh.

"By YOUR logic, it seems to me, one could argue that, for example, one has the "right" to plagiarize someone's work in an academic paper, take credit for it,"

No, because that would be lying, which is an entirely different crime than stealing.

"and build a career and reputation on their idea- after all, they expressed the idea, so now its common property, your's as much as there's, right?"

As an academic you have an obligation to the truth, and to making sure every step of the information-gathering process you are engaging in is transparent and reproducible.

"Or you could say that someone appearing nude in a work of art constitutes blanket consent for people to do whatever they want with that person's image, including stuff like pornographic deepfakes- which is obviously predatory."

I allow an exception for the depiction of private persons, because revenge porn etc. actually causes significant harm to the affected people.

"You know, I'd honestly respect it more if you just said "I don't want to/can't pay for this, so I'm going to steal it," rather than pretending there's some grand principle behind it."

Copying is not stealing. Downloading a sequence of ones and zeroes from the internet is not stealing. Any action that does not actually engage with a thing itself directly but only copies of it is not stealing. When I steal something, the original owner no longer has it. Piracy is not theft according to any reasonable definition.

Piracy is preservation, and authors would rather have their books in front of people who can't access many books for free instead of looking those people in the eye and saying "fork over your month's earnings"

Shut up

To be clear, I'm not against Piracy in general. In fact I'm not only an advocate, I'm a prolific pirate myself.

I'm sure you can find a handful of authors who feel that way, but those I know personally (one indie author and one traditionally published) as well as those I've seen comment on the issue are adamant that piracy has caused them significant personal harm.

They'd far rather people who can't afford their books use libraries to access them or, if the libraries they have access too don't carry the book(d), they'd rather people reach out to them personally to arrange for a copy within their budget (sometimes including for free).

Pirating books is not the same as pirating movies. It's the difference between attacking a Spanish galleon and a fishing sloop.

Bigger names like Brandon Sanderson, Steven King, Diana Gabaldon, etc have a entire fleet of sloops and are unlikely to miss a couple going missing, but the less famous (and thus less highly paid) authors can have their entire career ruined by their book being pirated. It can even prevent them from getting offered another book deal, meaning there won't be any more books by that author for you to read.

We aren't entitled to the intellectual property of others. Full stop.

If the author wanted their book to be free, they'd have made it freely available (as some do!). Maybe if everyone had a universal basic income that covered the cost of living we'd see more art available at no cost, but as it stands artists need to make a living too and that means they need to earn a profit to survive. If they can't do that with their art they have to find another way to do it which means less time and energy to make art.

Not to mention the advance an author gets is usual peanuts, and unlike actors who get paid by the time the movie is out, an advance isn't a wage and if the author doesn't sell enough books they have to give back whatever amount of the advance the sale of their books didn't cover. If they get a $5000 advance and only sell $3000 worth of books they owe the publisher $2000.

Again, I'm not against piracy. I am against harming individual artists to the point where it significantly impacts their career. I want more art in this world.

I'm also not telling people they can't, or shouldn't pirate books. I'm against it but I'm not trying to for e others to believe the same as me. I'm providing information so people can make a more informed decision and better understand the consequences of their choices.

So do what you will with the info I've provided. Just be willing to acknowledge the harm you cause with those choices. Even the piracy I take part in causes harm on a smaller scale.

I have no argument against "I don't care, I'm doing it anyway" and I won't bother trying to argue it.