#dark fiction is definitely not for everyone but nothing is for everyone as we're all different! ❤️

[aris-ink]

I'm going to post the next drabble request while I continue working on others because it was the first one I got and it's almost finished.

Please mind yourself and the warnings because it's explicit and pretty violent. (so ofc it's with Jungkook 👁️👁️)

This is why I am not using my general tag list for these. It's not a theme I haven't written before, and it was just an ordinary request to me, but I am making this post because I've noticed this is such a misunderstood and sensitive topic among people. It's the wording in the request itself that could be surprising and generally I have not seen great reactions to the phrase that was used. Even though I do find it a little bit odd since again this is nothing I haven't written before and there seemed to be no issue with my other fics on this, so there shouldn't be any now just because the phrasing wasn't gentle.

I really want to stop explaining myself and apologizing for the content I post, especially to followers and mutuals because I would like to think you know me by now and you also know what's here already, the content is dark, there are warnings everywhere. So I don't have much else to say on the matter ❤️

I did write a small note at the beginning explaining why I have accepted the request. I wasn't going to, but I refuse to have any readers attacked or made to feel bad for their requests, and this has happened before, along with my ask box getting filled with some pretty awful anons. Fictional stories — as well as the parts of ourselves we struggle with or keep a secret — aren't reflections of whether we are good people or not or of our moral compass and I hate that I even have to say this or make this into a big deal when again, to me it was just an ordinary request. It's how we treat others that matters and says everything about us. But 🤷‍♀️

❤️❤️❤️

[anotheruserwithnoname]

Ten years of Whouffaldi

My word, where did 10 years ago?

Ten years ago on Aug. 23, the episode Deep Breath launched the remarkable era of Peter Capaldi as the Twelfth Doctor (or true Thirteenth if you want to annoy some people).

And it was the true launch of one of the most interesting romances in sci-fi (friendly reminder that Peter, Jenna Coleman, Steven Moffat, writers and directors have all in some way or another confirmed that this wasn't fans watching with "ship-coloured glasses" - it was canonical. Regardless how some fans and even media have tried - as recently as a few days ago - to pretend it didn't exist.)

I do think it was not intended. It cannot be denied that a lot of people consider there to be an age-gap limit in romances, real-life and fictional, even when both parties are consenting adults. So when Peter replaced Matt - and no one can deny Clara had the hots for Eleven because she flat out says so, several times - they obviously planned on a return to the First Doctor-Susan dynamic with Capaldi (or maybe more accurately Third Doctor-Jo Grant, since Three low-key held a flame for Jo, since Twelve would still remember how he felt as Eleven, plus Three was "Capaldi's Doctor"). But due to the fact Peter and Jenna had such intense chemistry (to this day some fans remain convinced they had a real-life romance, which is not something I ever subscribed to), coupled with the decision to shoot the first episodes of the season in order of broadcast, you can see Moffat and his writers pivoting in real time as they adjusted to the fact that - with no disrespect to Samuel Anderson - Danny Pink was never going to be the next Rory Williams. This is most in evidence with Listen defining a future for Clara and Danny that was definitively retconned by Danny's death in Dark Water.

I know the Capaldi era was not everyone's cup of tea. Season 10 in particular did not age well for me, mainly because it was clearly "one season too many" for Moffat and Capaldi himself seemed to "check out" after a fashion when it became known that the next producer wasn't planning on keeping Twelve around. And if we're going to harp about falling ratings for the show in recent years, Peter never attained the same viewership levels as Matt or David. But for me, Seasons 8 and 9 were - a few off points notwithstanding - the best of the modern era and easily rank alongside the Pertwee years as some of the best this show ever had. (I stopped watching after Season 10 - but having spoken to people whose judgement I trust, I don't think anything that followed is likely to have rendered that statement outdated.)

But I appreciated the more mature approach to the show. Yes, I know DW always was at its core a children's show - though upgraded to family show over time. But having the Doctor and Clara having a mature conversation at the diner, the Doctor inviting a villain to have a drink with him (the closest the Doctor ever got to being James Bond), Clara freaking out about being called a control freak (not to mention her perfect "Nothing is more important than my egomania!"), the fact the episode confirmed that the Doctor did look upon Clara as his girlfriend when he was Eleven, and the fact the episode walks up to ageism and pops it in the nose with Clara being upbraided by Vastra for being ageist because of Twelve no longer being the young man Clara fell for ... all these add up to a remarkable episode and likely the strongest debut story for a Doctor since Spearhead from Space.

Deep Breath also marks the last time we saw the Paternoster Gang on screen. Having praised Moffat for Whouffaldi, now time to aim some criticism his way - he set up a perfect spinoff series (Neve McIntosh is one of my favourite actresses not named Jenna Coleman) and yet never followed through. Say what one might about RTD, we'd have gotten 4 series of Vastra, Jenny and Strax had he been in charge. Big FInish doesn't count though I'm sure Neve and Dan Starkey appreciated the fact they didn't need to put on the makeup all the time! LOL

So happy 10th anniversary to Whouffaldi!

[tsbs-ship-hate-confessions]

Honest to God there is nothing more hypocritical of a bunch of whiny proshippers complaining about hate

yet preach free speech as long as they get to jerk off to kids getting fucked by their parents.

The hypocrisy is appalling.

'oh oh proshipping doesn't mean that stuff anymore, we're Clearly anti censorship oh oh the horrors of being called a creep for making celestialcest smut and giggling about siblings diddling each other. but we totally don't glorify dark topics why would you say such a thing'

like pick a fucking struggle. deal with the consequences of your actions. None of this is okay.

And mind you, this is coming from someone who is a major proponent of dark fiction. people should get to write whatever fucked up shit they want to. coping, venting, idc the reason

but you cannot honest to God be stupid enough to assume you're not a walking red flag. No one owes you trust that you're 'doing it for the right reasons' or 'don't support the morally stripped content' just like how you don't have to owe anyone an explanation. That street goes both ways

It's even stupider, when these fucks are all like 'u should clearly know I don't condone this'. I'm sorry, are we all a hivemind now? Are we above communication? It literally cost nothing to add a note of 'hey btw I think this shit isn't okay in case you can't read the room'. if ppl decide to assume bad faith after that then that's on them. but being a fucking mule about it? really? thought we were supposed to be adults here

speaking of which

"Children shouldn't be reading this anyway, My audience is smarter than that" ok thanks for infatizing and being ablest. nothing says fun like attempting to grow and try new things regardless of learning disabilities. or do you think we all roll over and die before highschool?

Also are we gonna brush past the part where the sun and moon show is literally made with kids in mind? Why again are we so desperate for smut over a show literally built around found family? 'everyone here is so immature' yeah bud, it takes one to know one. we were all kids. all of us were the newbies of the internet at one point. I ain't saying ya gotta hold anyone's hand or babysit but is throwing a hissy fit over finding spiders in a jar labeled spider the hill you really wanna die on? if you don't like it, leave

you literally preach that same shit yet seldomly follow your own advice.

Actually, let's go a step further: you're not welcomed here anymore than the gore anons are

P.S.

The reason why murder and gore is more acceptable than pedophilia smut is because one of these attracts actual predators. Porn is still porn at the end of the day, whether it's video or a picture, or words. and if it's on a screen it will fuck your head up the same way you can't have just one cigaret. it's always 'one more can't hurt' until it's an addiction you cannot escape from. And once someone is in that cycle, it gets worse. because soon the same thing that got rocks off doesn't work anymore. so then you find something stronger to get that high. then you have to find another stronger way to get that same effect

And that is exactly how convicted pedophiles go from using fictional kiddy porn to actual csem. There is actual fucking evidence for this shit with neurobiology and psychology to back it up

TL;DR violent video games don't create serial killers because people can only have a dopamine addiction. video game addiction is like sugar addiction Porn however can most definitely create pedophiles and rapist because of the involvement of dopamine, oxytocin, norepinephrine, vasopressin. porn addiction is like meth or heroin

These 2 are Not remotely comparable to the other 2

ALL, actions have consequences. It does not matter if you are a celebrity, or a fic author with 3 views. You are not an exception, and you feed the machine that gets kids groomed, trafficked, and even killed when you choose to sexualize and normalize pedophilia and incest.

So if you're getting shamed for getting giddy over shipping shit like Killcode and Bloodmoon or Sun and Dazzle. maybe you should think long and hard about why that is.

This is so much bigger than fighting over 'making dolls kiss'.

Get the fuck out of a fandom filled with kids before you get someone hurt

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[venjt]

A form of SH? (Self-harm?)

I wouldn't say it's a form of self-harm. Actually, the opposite! It's a form of self-care! From my experience and from friends' experiences, it's a coping mechanism that helps with our trauma. If antis, think we're making fun of the problematic themes that's far, far from truth, and a very harsh thing to think! If people make fun of problematic situations, then that's a problem, and I wouldn't want to associate myself with such a person.

I hope Antis knows that proships are against harassment in general and respect others with different opinions. (Or they should be. That's the definition, lol.) If a proshipper is threatening you, then they're just a shit person and don't belong in a no harassment zone while harassing. Yet somehow, I often see antis like to use their catchphrase "KYS" all the time. I find such attitude to be awful no matter proship/anti/neutral whatever. Harassment is bad. No one deserves to be called a "good person" if someone says awful things to other human beings.

But like I said, it's a selfcare kind of activity in fiction. It's a safe way to control or explore the dark themes in fiction. It's a healthy way to express the trauma without hurting oneself or others. Some antis don't know this, but when you've experienced trauma, it has to come out somehow one way or another. People don't necessarily HAVE to like dark themes to express or cope with their trauma. Everyone copes differently. Some happen to enjoy / cope with taboo subjects in the fictional space. Which there is no shame. Your fictional taste does not reflect your morals (obviously, lol).

This brings me to another topic, Antis, who believes that if a proship likes the taboo subjects in fiction (ex: incest, age gap, what else? Victim and murder? Lol, there's so much that antis doesn't like.), that it means they like it in real life. That's, again, untrue. Your fictional interest doesn't mean you like it in real life. So that brings the question, "Why do they like it in fiction then?". Well, like I said before, often, it's a coping mechanism. Other times, people just like it in the fictional world. Perhaps there's more or less to it, but it's not anyone's job to understand the why. And if you find it uncomfortable thats complety valid! There are some things I find uncomfortable. That's when we have the power to block and remove ourselves from looking and reading things that we are not okay with. LITERALLY. Like we don't have to intrude a "problematic" artists media if we KNOW what they draw! Or read something that says "non-con warning" or anything WITH a WARNING SIGN THATS THE POINT OF WARNING SIGNS AAAH ⚠️

My thing is, if you're a nice person who respects others and doesn't harm others, then you're good in my book lol I don't understand furries, but if they never hurt a person or never been disrespectful to your surroundings then you're gucci. I have some friends who I don't understand their fictional world, but they've been nothing but sweet to me. Who am I to judge their fictional interest if they as a person treat me better than many other actual human beings lol

Also

Proshippers are aware of what's right and what's wrong in real life. We don't like predators, or incest, or victim x murderers in real life. DUH! Antis, we're on the same page. We don't like those kinds of people! We keep telling them, but somehow, many of them can't differentiate reality and fiction, which to me I find that to be a very, VERY big problem in today's time. If the line of fiction and reality is blurred, then how can people express their creative freedom without having to take a chance of being a "problematic person" or getting accused of harsh things. Also HOW YA GONNA FACE REALITY WHEN RENT IS DUE NEXT WEEK?! If a person is a problem to another human being, then that's valid to stand up and speak out. Uh, with evidence ofc. Don't just spread around "so and so is a Predat0r because they like so and so ship." Fiction isn't evidence. People will look at you weird if you claim a person is a problem and provide a drawing of Plantcest LMAO. People are gonna be confused why you're showing a drawing to them.

Policing others on what's right and wrong in a FICTIONAL SPACE like that's a problem itself! They're fighting ghost problems and threatening REAL PEOPLE for their interests, and that doesn't sound like a healthy space for anyone. Activism is good, but to the fictional space where it doesn't affect people in their day to day life if very concerning. Hence, why people say "touch grass".

Not every proshippers are good people. Just like not every antis are good people. Every group have their problems. This whole black and white view is unrealistic. No one is perfect. No victim is perfect. No "unproblematic" person is perfect. The world is grey or as I like the world is rainbow.

This is very long lol

In conclusion, proshippers aren't self harming for indulging dark themes. It's a self-help (many therapists would recommend it). Self-harm is threatening others and policing others what YOU think is okay or not. Self harm is also avoiding your trauma and avoiding your fictional interest because others pressure you to think how they do. You're a person with your own mind. Allow yourself to express how you do and don't let others tell you how to think, feel, and tell you what to do. You're human. I'm human.

FICTION ≠ REALITY and be kind to each other! There's more to life than to get mad over what others like lol take a chill pill and think about what you want to make of this world!

Okay, have a great day, yall!

[botanicallyinclinednerd]

LMK season 4 episode 7:

The way everyone has been acting about this episode, I might cease to exist by the time I'm done

I would love to figure out how this goo works

And why his goo version is a freaking MONKEY

What is with the dropping of that rock? Why is that important? What is going on? Is it cracking a metaphor for MK? What is happening

"What do you think we are? Because I have been dying to hear you say it. Out loud!"

Oh this poor lady, they've crushed her crops! All her hard work!

Oh tang, honey

Oh my god, someone give this man a BREAK

Uhhhh

What is anyone's purpose? Who cares? You have found meaning, you are *here* and you are loved. Why does it matter why you are here or what you were "supposed" to do or be?

"I just want to be me. To be MK." Hell yeah kiddo! And the best part? You already are! You're you!

"We help people! I mean, I help people. It's what I do!" "Are you sure about that? Last I checked, all of this happened because of us. We said it ourselves, WE released the demon bull King from the underworld. We gave the spider queen the means to dominate the city, and we gave the lady bone demon the opportunity to wreak havoc on the world" is it the manifestation of his guilt? A dark side to him?

"We're just like Wukong. A fraud. A trickster. Destructive. Why would our legacy be any different? Actually, no. No. The chaos and destruction well bring upon the world will make Wukong's past look like NOTHING." Bitch shut up, you're wrong

UHHH WHY IS HE FLICKERING

*oh*

Oh no. He's breaking the curse on this place, isn't he. Which would be bad

What is happening to my son

DOES THAT REALLY LOOK *FINE* TO YOU WUKONG? DOES IT REALLY

Hm, the way Wukong said "Azure Lion" totally makes me believe that he is exactly who and what he says he is and can definitely be trusted

"Your friends will turn on you. Seeing you for the monster you will become. They will destroy you, harbinger of chaos." baby boy no they won't. They love you! You are their son, their best friend, their buddy, their mentee. They won't turn on you MK. Not them. Not for something you can't control. Never for that

Oh my god he's a monkey

"That's my boy" SEE! Your Pigsy's boy MK!

HMMM ITS ALMOST LIKE THAT GUY IS THE SEASON ANTAGONIST AND SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN TRUSTED

You guys made me think this episode would kill me! I wish it were possible to hug fictional characters and am deeply worried for MK, but am otherwise fine

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

I don't watch a lot of US tv shows. Not because I think they are "bad", but more because they barely hold any appeal to me.

The last few I tried were like : let's start with a pointless sex scene, because dang, regular american boy loves that! Also, let's not pay anyone to do the light. Better if it's too dark to see anything at all 60% of the time, wow we're so gritty.

That said, I happened to stumble on Night Sky. And the reason I got interested was that for once, our two heroes were old people (and it's sci-fi, which I have always loved). And as the heroes, the tone of the first episode was very much slower, calmer and yet super interesting.

It had zero useless sex scenes the whole way, the plot unraveled at a pretty slow but good rhythm, the acting was good. Lovely.

and then.

and then, the number one reson why I've been mostly staying as far from US shows as humanly possible.

The reason why I absolutely despise 99% of all american TV shows.

They can't ever write a freaking ending, and you never know if a show is going to be "renewed" or not.

I've been watching so much shows from other countries where the show is clearly bought to last a set number of episodes, so there is always an ending. Good, bad, I don't even care, as long as it's there.

Now I'm left with no ending, more questions than answers, and the absolute certainty that this was my last ever foray into "made for the US" series.

What are your thoughts about that format? You obviously watch older movies, so I'm not sure if you are into shows at all. I'm curious.

Pfff, I watch sort of everything anon. And definitely tv series.

I wasn't sure how to answer your questions because there is a lot to unpack and honestly? In order to get an encompassing answer, I'd have to write a thesis. But I'll keep it short.

In terms of American shows not getting an ending and in turn, becoming a frustrating viewing experience, I'd say that it has more to do with current production practices and the industry at large, rather than the shows being American. The US has produced most of the greatest tv since its invention and we have experienced the golden age of television for the first couple of decades of the 21st century.

I'd say that the problem is represented by the streaming services and the run of the mill and cancelled shows are a product of that culture. Binge watching, too many projects getting a green light leading to a lot of trash as well, focusing too much on algorithm and quick social media response lead to abrupt cancellation. And sometimes they do it for tax purposes as well. It's the same in the film industry.

Getting out an entire season to streaming immediately hurts the people behind it. With cable tv, writers had a more long-term job, each season had more episodes, the episode was written specifically to fit in commercials as well. Direct to streaming changed that for the worst, hence the writers strike. There's a lot more to be said on this and you can watch this as well, it will help

Poor lighting has indeed been another criticism which I can understand. It's because they're shooting on digital and somehow it gives this illusion that it's more "realistic"? It's not, it's just lazy and it's a shame. Lighting in cinematography is an art and there's plenty of examples out there.

Lastly, the "useless sex scenes". I wonder what constitutes as useless for you though? The existence of a sex scene is not just for some "regular american boy". It's part of a lot of people's lives and being depicted in fiction is to be expected. There's nothing wrong with watching it, for everyone. Would it have a point only if it advances the plot? Could it not be another means of characterization? Of setting a mood? A commentary? Perhaps a glimpse into a life? There's plenty of reasons, even if it appears "pointless". It's unfortunate to see this trend nowadays, but at least it creates debates from people on all sides. I'd actually say that the lack of eroticism and the abundance of sexless characters in a lot of mainstream cinema/tv is creating a false, artificial image of a world that gets boring really fast and certainly a fictional Hollywood subpar to everything that came before.

[linawritestwst]

Ah! Congrats on 1k! I'm so happy for you! Here's to many more! 💙

I'd like a matchup, but if you get too overwhelmed, scrap mine and do a different one, I promise I'll be okay 😂

Pronouns are she/her, mbti INTJ and Zodiac is Libra.

Personality : I like to joke that the only personality I have left is "tired" 😂 But other things about me are, I'm a little wary of new people, but once you're in I'm ridiculously loyal (like a cat). I take care of everyone before myself. Think mom friend. I'm kind of a nerd....(don't look at my blog it'll out me as a huge nerd, just trust me) . My only hobbies right now are writing and video games, but I have a "secret" past as a reader, and a theatre kid. I have been described as "the darkest lightest person I've ever met" "if you were a puppy at a shelter, I'd adopt you" and "you got that fae vibe, like if I give you my name or say the wrong thing, you'll own my soul." I can't make decisions and have memory issues. I like dragons too much, and I hope to one day afford to dress like a well educated pirate, who still pillages the village, but waxes on about the state of humanity as she drinks chamomile tea. A pirate witchy dark princess vibe, you know?(idk if that helps 😂)

What I need in a partner/don't need:

I am heavily introverted and socially anxious...but I only make friends when an extrovert just adopts me. So I probably need an extrovert, or an assertive introvert.

Imy love language (receiving) is quality time and words of affirmation, and (giving) gift giving and words of affirmation.

I have lots of texture issues, so maybe someone who's not super touchy. They can be a little touchy, though, since this is fictional.

Someone not to loud too. I get panic attacks when startled, and cry around loud noises sometimes. (Oh my God, I'm literally a rabbit 😭)

Silly things about me for if you are having writers block: I'm 5'3 1/4", I have been told I have the worst handwriting in the world, I am known for tripping over nothing, I don't sit still for long, I get distracted by shiny things and cats, I hate to be warm, and love the cold, my friend and I write modern comedy adaptations of Shakespeare, and other literature.

Hope this is enough. Again, congratulations!!!!!!!!!!

thank you so much!! 🥺💖💞 i hope you like your matchup <3

the character that i think would be a good partner for you is..

malleus draconia!

now, this one might seem obvious or predictable because of your pfp but!! i really do think you and malleus would be a cute couple!!

i'll explain why i chose him:

okay, yeah, malleus would definitely appreciate having a loyal partner. your kindness is one of the many reasons why he loves you, but he'd want you to take care of yourself too though :( and don't worry about being a nerd!! he's a nerd too!! have you seen how his eyes light up whenever gargoyles are mentioned?? and he would love to know more about your interests, he doesn't think they're "boring" or "weird" at all!

oh, this man would want to protect you from everything so bad. he's surely intrigued by that mysterious energy you have, but he still focuses more on that soft and cute puppy vibe. because come on, he's malleus draconia, he's the one with the dark fae energy here HJSHJNDJDJD. and you liking dragons makes him so happy because it means you most likely won't find his dragon form scary! also i find it cute to imagine you two sharing a braincell because i think it's not that easy for malleus to make decisions sometimes, haha. though he would probably wait for you to decide, because he just really wants to agree with you and go "!! you're right!! we're gonna go with this option then :)" so take your time, don't worry, he's very patient when it comes to you at least

i don't think that malleus is that extroverted, but he would probably be a more assertive kind of introvert when you're around. and i think malleus is sort of.. "forced" to be an introvert? considering that he wants to socialize, make friends and attend parties and events, but he doesn't always have the opportunity.. also, he just gets that protective instinct when he sees you, so yeah, you're adopted now. about your texture issues, malleus would make sure to respect your boundaries and even though he would love to hug you/hold your hand/etc, he doesn't want to hurt you, so he will be careful! he can express his love for you in other ways too :) and he's not the loudest kind of person, so you don't have to worry about that either!

[transingthoseformers]

So, the Decepticon dnd party. This would be significantly more chaotic as they know Far Less about dnd and their party will have far more allowances. Also, uh we Are going to assume that mecha enter the player party in order to show appearance, and since there is More than the autobots' campaign we're going to often say that not everyone does a thing in a session, Soundwave merely asks that they at least join the server even if they don't talk the entire time. Because it's my au and i say so.

Soundwave is the DM, and he's going to be called the asshole DM, or "Who do you think you are, Primus?" a lot. He's going to let his party stretch the rules far more often, but he's going to run them ragged and he Will have far too much fun writing monster and boss sheets. You can hide NOTHING from his ass and he isn't afraid to pull shit tricks on his players which they were warned of in session zero. Miss a session? No you are not, you're just going to have to do it over the comms like a pandemic kid on a snow day. If you're truly truly unable to come to session, he will fill you in on what happened while you were gone and update your player sheet accordingly but by primus there will be surprises.

Megatron is a warlock. I think you know exactly why, but his explanation in game would be the power and he will try and make a plotline of trying to defeat his patron eventually (yes that's inspired by me playing COTL), which who knows the patron might be the BBEG of the campaign. He will beg for magical weapons, constantly, and will be surprised when they have consequences. He's not going to care much for gold loot, no he's all about the magic damn weapons and maximizing damage potential. He will be the guy who will get surprised by a mimic and trust Nothing.jpeg ever. He's gonna bring dark energon to session, and things will get particularly funky. If anyone's going to make fucky ducky moves, it's him. This is, inevitably, factored into how the campaign is played.

Starscream, predictably, will be a rogue but will tell everyone else he's a different class but he has not decided Which One. Of course he can't hide this from the DM but the DM will let this slide, provided a twist will come about later. The majority of PVP will occur because of her and her player character. I'm betting that she's going to be the only one who cares about currency based loot, and while she's expecting to have to steal it from the other players she's just going to end up the party treasurer. In session they prefer to get up and move, so hearing their pedes clicking in the backround has become part of the ambiance. If anyone's going to threaten the other players it's Starscream just All The Time. He's going to fling himself across any table there is, cause stuff to go flying Everywhere, just to hold his claws against someone's throat. I'd say they're chaotic evil but no with time you can predict them rather easily and get your shit off the table.

Breakdown would be a fighter, and probably end up being in possession of whatever weaponry that Megatron got bored of. He's going to go all out in describing his player character in combat, and Will beg Soundwave to let his player character be married to whoever Knockout is playing. This has lead to the hilarious inside joke that his player character is a widower several times over. He's probably the only one of the group to do his roles openly, which functionally is a little pointless considering the DM is Soundwave but it's part of the ambiance. He drops a lot of dice imo and has to pick them up constantly, leading to his dice being all kinds of chipped and fucked up.

Knockout will be the motherfucker who's characters die constantly. He may protect his paintjob, but his player characters are well fictional and he's definitely not above letting them succumb to anything and everything. This is not helped by him often choosing wizards which are notorious for being fragile as all pit. During session, he's usually working on something small to keep his servos occupied. He's got pretty dice, i can just see it in his optics he's a person who has a little fancy dice roller and more than a few dice sets. He's willing to give a new dice set to anyone who inevitably loses theirs or throws them at each other or breaks them because damn this party is rough on dice imo.

Dreadwing and Skyquake (look i specified that this is a nobody dies au and i fragging meant it lol) would both be paladins with significant themes of duality. Yet again I'm going to mention the eventual attempted destruction of Megatron's patron, and this is like their Paladin Goal™️. They Intensely detest the undead in campaign, and there will be lots of sidequests based on this. Yes, they are going to end up being the healers of the party because of how adamant Knockout was against being it "i have to heal you fraggers as my day job what makes you think I'm going to do it in a game??!?" Which will create some absolutely hilarious in game moments as they know Nothing about healing. If you think it's ironic that Dreadwing and Skyquake would be paladins, ohhh then you might be seeing the same thing i am. In session, they keep their stuff close and often will do twin meetings without the rest of the party (which of course Soundwave knows every aspect if these because he's practically omniscient)

Makeshift will be a druid. Why? Wildshape. Remember how we didn't see much of Makeshift in canon? Well you're fucking gonna now. Makeshift is rarely physically in session, but is always there on the comms. You'll forget he's there usually, but when his player character is relevant Damn does he steal the show for a session. His player character imo would likely be a druid, he's often going to masquerade as the party's pet to unaware NPCs.

I can see the predacons more or less sharing a player character, with Predaking being the main representative for it. If anyone's going to successfully miss a session, it's them, which has lead to an inside joke about their player character being so forgetful that they forget who they are. Let's be real and say I'm not quite sure what dnd class they'd choose, because while Skylynx and Darksteel might want to choose a barbarian, I can see Predaking wanting something a little more whimsical. This kind of arguing is exactly why i chose for them to share a character because that would be hilarious as all hell.

Shockwave would be an artillerist artificer. He's exactly going to try and explain what magic is in dnd because he likes Logic and most people consider magic the opposite of logic but no it's simply a science with different sets of rules. His inventions have caused the most TPKs, hands down, and have caused Several ragequits. He loves how complex he can play this, and Will try and make a trebuchet. This is exactly who you want handling a heavily boobytrap-ed dungeon, because that's what he'd do if he was designing a dungeon. If he's not allowed to do something, then he's going to find the pettiest way to replicate the basic idea of it. He's definitely going to tinker during sessions, and while at first dnd magic will frustrate the hell out of him Shockwave will figure it out and lament that he can't use it in his real technology work. He's going to be the guy who's trying to get a pet dragon and fails consistently because the DM is an asshole. He'll definitely draw diagrams up outside of session for fictional weaponry, and hell he might actually get ideas for real things based on it.

Arachnid is another member who would be playing rather infrequently, but she comes in handy. She would choose ranger, more specifically a hunter ranger. If she's allowed to collect trophies in game, she will. There will be jokes about this, and i think it's Soundwave that would compare this behavior to earth felines. I, personally, would compare how she plays however to a leopard. Her player character would spend a lot of time lurking and laying traps, which is what she usually does in her day job too. 8/10 if someone gets like actually murdered during a session it's her. She pops onto the comms while she's hunting and it's not an uncommon occurrence to hear some poor soul gurgling from her mic. She will be Never physically in session otherwise Starscream and Breakdown (and probably Knockout) ganging up on her.

[ravnervn]

People above have articulated most of my key points when discussing Lovecraft and his writing, but I want to add a point to the conversation that it's really useful to bear all this in mind when writing any cosmic horror.

I was talking recently about the "Necessary Lovecraft Racism Disclaimer" -- how it feels like if you discuss cosmic horror at all, there's this pressure valve in the back of your head where eventually you have to go "Lovecraft was super racist and that was bad", even if you weren't actually talking about any of Lovecraft's works, in a way we don't really get with any other genre.

But why wouldn't we? Whilst JRR Tolkien is the father of the high fantasy genre, high fantasy is not inextricable from Tolkien's works. However, cosmic horror always returns to H.P Lovecraft's ideas, settings and, most importantly, themes, and the thing about Lovecraft's themes is that. Well. As much as he was writing about space squids and dark magic and stuff, he was a deeply personal writer. Who he was, what he believed, it suffused his body of work to the core, and the themes that define the genre are the themes of the life of Howard Phillips Lovecraft.

That's the issue, really. Even if you remove the slurs and the overt anti-miscegenation plotlines and just, god, the most vile racism put to page, the beating heart of much of Lovecraft's work still remains "I have been forced to confront a world outside of what I find safe and comfortable, and it repulses and terrifies me." The issue is that, above all else, a theme expressing utmost nihilistic xenophobia (social, obviously, but also the broadest literal "fear of the other" definition) is considered actively integral to the identity of the genre. If cosmic horror isn't about looking at a vast and uncaring universe, populated by alien intelligences that you cannot comprehend, and being broken by the experience, then what is it about?

...well, I can't give a single answer, because I think everyone will find a different one, but finding that answer has to start with making a genuine earnest effort to understand Why Lovecraft Was Like That, and... Find ways to relate. It's why posts like this are important, because I'm pretty sure that's the sticking point -- when you're a marginalised person confronted with the writings of a dead bigot, feeling like you should learn more about who he was or, god forbid, try to empathise with him feels anathema.

To be crystal clear, this is not some "POC should love and tolerate their oppressors" shit, fuck that noise, H.P. Lovecraft does not deserve forgiveness or uwu sadboy revisionism. As much as I'm saying "try and understand how Lovecraft's circumstances birthed the fears that shaped his work and the genre it pioneered", it's really not about him. It's about trying to find what remains when you remove him.

To give just one example that I discussed recently: cosmic horror, fear of existing within the universe, often focuses on the loneliness of it -- but what of the opposite? The existential terror of realising that every action you take is loaded with significance because the vast universe isn't empty, it is full and bustling and utterly entangled. Quantum physics was a nascent field when Lovecraft died; chaos theory wasn't formalised until the 50s; theories on the nature of reality Lovecraft could never have imagined are now commonplace in sci-fi fiction. Lovecraft only pondered on how oblivious alien gods might reshape our existence, but what of the horror of realising that we too could destroy something vast and sublime without even realising? There is horror in being a stranger amongst strangers, and knowing that even if you should never meet or care for one another, you will still change each other's lives and there is nothing you can do about it.

And to those who really want to get subversive with it, it's worth remembering why we're even still talking about cosmic horror and H.P. Lovecraft to this day. Lovecraft lived a pitiful life, was an incredibly unsuccessful writer despite how much he wrote, and died miserably wasting away from cancer. By all accounts, he should have faded away into obscurity -- and yet, we talk about him 90 years after his death because of the efforts of his friends. Regardless of your thoughts on Derleth as a figure within cosmic horror's history and legacy (and yes, disclaimer that this concerns a bunch of white sci-fi horror writers), the fact does remain that so much of Lovecraft's writing, fiction and personal, remains because his penpal made a concerted effort to preserve it. The Cthulhu Mythos isn't really something Lovecraft created; it was something created by several people who found the works of a struggling author and were so enthralled by the suggestions of worldbuilding therein that their own legacy is basically "writing fanfic of their friend's work and hyping him up long after his death". For all that the heart of Lovecraft's writing is fear and revulsion, of loneliness and feeling like you will never belong, it's not that difficult to argue that the very existence of the Cthulhu Mythos, and cosmic horror as a genre, is an act of love.

Hi! Would you ever consider doing that spirited TED talk about why Lovecraft now appeals specifically to the marginalized people he hated? I'm trying to make sense of it myself and it would really help to hear your informed opinion!! Sorry if you have already written about it or if it's maybe too personal! Hope you guys are doing well during the lockdown :)

Yeah, sure.

Lovecraft’s work deals intimately with the pain and fear associated with feeling alienated from your community, your ancestors, and even yourself. 

A lot of his stories are about how there is something ‘different,’ about you or the people around you, that fills you with unease, but is also difficult to define. Your family feels malevolent to you; you feel like everyone in your small town is watching you, or has bad intentions towards you; you know that there’s something that just isn’t RIGHT about yourself. 

Your community might want to force you into a religion, or even a partnership, that seems unspeakable to you, and which fills you with horror.

Sound familiar?

These themes are relatable to LGBT people, to disabled people, to non-neurotypical people, to biracial people, or to people of color who are being raised in communities in which they are an overwhelming minority.

The Shadow Over Innsmouth is probably Lovecraft’s most famous story. It’s about being trapped in a small town where everyone is a part of a terrifying religion that personally hates you, everyone is being forced into horrifying heterosexual couplings of in which one of the partners is a literal monster, for the purpose of breeding, and in which the protagonist survives, escapes, and the government bluntly condemns his tormentors.

As a gay little kid growing up in conservative Maine, this was big for me.

In the end, the narrator of Shadow Over Innsmouth realizes he’s descended from the cultists of this town, and that he is becoming the thing he previously hated and feared. I also was afraid of never getting out of my town, and one day turning into someone just like the people who made my life miserable. To me, it read like a horrible cautionary tale: get out, and don’t look back. What’s going on here is wrong, and you need to pull yourself away, before the pressures of your family & community turn you into one of them.

But that’s The Shadow Over Innsmouth: a story which features alien miscegenation, sure, but not usually one of the stories that gets specifically called out when people talk abot how racist Lovecraft was.

The White Ape is probably the most racist thing Lovecraft ever wrote (also titled Facts Concerning the Late Arthur Jermyn and His Family). It’s about a man who goes to Africa, falls in love with an ape, successfully reproduces with it, and then all of his descendants are criminals and madmen, with unpleasant, twisted appearances. It’s told from the POV of one of his more distant descendants, who uncovers this information while researching his own geneology, and, upon discovering that there’s an ape in his lineage, commits suicide by dousing himself in lighter fluid and setting himself on fire.

Yikes.

And yet...this story speaks to me, too. There’s a history of serious alcoholism in my family. My mother was an alcoholic. I asked questions: her father was an alcoholic, and suffered from hallucinations as well. His father was also an alcoholic, and he beat his wife and children savagely. And his parents? I don’t know. No one was ever willing to talk to me about it. But every generation I looked back, there was more abuse, more mental illness, more violence. 

The idea that, if I could look back far enough, I could discover a progenitor that had poisoned our entire family was something I dwelled on, as a kid. Would I want to know the truth? Would it make any difference? Would I have some kind of crisis if I found out that I was a descendant of a rapist, or a murderer? How would I react if I learned that I was a part of a cycle of violence and substance abuse that no one before me had managed to escape?

The White Ape is super, super racist, obviously, but it’s not just racist. Taken another way, it’s a story about dysfunction being passed down within a family. It’s a sins-of-the-father story. And if you come from an abusive home, that’s compelling.

Look, Lovecraft was a mega racist. He was also a man who struggled with mental illness his entire life, who had watched both of his parents die in mental asylums, and who never found success in his life. He was afraid all the time, and he wrote about how frightening the world was to him, and how he never felt like he was truly a part of it. 

The racism sucks. 

The rest of it, if you’re a person who has been mistreated or marginalized, can really resonate.

[xoteajays]

Possibly bees.. If those black insects are actually dark colored bees in my yard, they don't bother anyone. Human or animal. There's just this huge swam that flies around my house.. You can go in, near or around those bugs without them attacking you. They keep to themselves any time visit during the seasons. At least from what I've noticed though.

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You said what I was thinking. Rocky and Cobra would walk with them, just to make sure they don't injure themselves depending on just how clumsy they are. Masaki would think she's cute if she is clumsy, in the same way he might also be clumsy. Hiroto would act annoyed a lot of the time she does anything that seems inconvenient to him, but he is always secretly liking the things she does. Hyuga and Murayama, it is obvious that those two would tease their partners. And obviously, the boys have a different way of teasing. Hyuga's slightly meaner about a lot of his teasing almost borderline a bully about it. But Murayama's a more playful tease about it. And it depends for the Rude Boys. Like if we're talking about someone in Rude Boys being attracted to clumsy people, they might get entertainment on how clumsy the person may be because they are very agile when they moved compared to others.

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And even if their in a relationship with female partners.. I would really have to say that it wouldn't matter if she knew how to cook. Because I imagine Gun's mother still cooking for them anyway, from her reason of love. And those boys know how to cook some meals on their own.

You're alive. That's all that matters. I say that because there are times when I'm like that too. Or.. If I start getting a hungry headache, that's another reason why I would try eating a decent meal to prevent that.

I don't know how to cook at all. But I should start trying to cook.. Just because I'm not always eating the same meals at everyone else, and I could also cook the meals how I'd want to rather than any other way.

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My greedy self is probably shipping my character with both of them... A poly relationship between my character, Gun and Jin - because this was the original idea for the main couple. Not sure about other ships.

Jin is definitely more focused than before, especially doing any fights with Myeong's men. But to be fair, Jin didn't take Gun seriously when they fought in the boxing tournament. Gun attacked him because Jin let his ground since he was too busy daydreaming about his victories.

Not that I could completely blame him.

But Jin almost dying was actually his wake up call to be more alert in his fights, focused and defensive. So he's learning from his mistakes.

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That explains some things..

Basically an introduction on how the main antagonist became who he is now. How and why he became that person to begin with. That does make sense.. Though usually you'd get those arcs latter on in the plot.

Yes! Keep smoking. To be fair, half of my fictional crushes are actually smokers. Some of them are smokers. But not all of them though. So...

hiroto’s like a lil tsundere-ish, acting like he’s annoyed but is actually secretly endeared by her clumsiness, carrying stuff for her so she doesn’t drop it or watching her closely so she doesn’t trip but pretending he finds it inconvenient. hyuga’s mean because he’s short. it’s a toss up between hyuga’s similar personality gf being clumsy and returning his mean comments with her own; or the shyer clumsy gf who’s pouting at him for being ‘playfully’ mean to her. murayama would be the type to try and make her laugh if she’s overly embarrassed, like his teasing is actually playful and jokey, hyuga take notes. the rude boys are having a giggle over her tripping over basically nothing on flat ground, meanwhile they’re doing flips and jumps up in the scaffolding of nameless with no issues whatsoever.

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gun knows how to cook from all the jobs he worked, and was probably taught some stuff from his mum. jin …. i’d say he’s a bit more of a basic chef. easier stuff. or just gets a lot of take out.

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i can’t decide. i’ll probably end up doing a throuple just because it’s impossible to choose between them. they’re both good boys! and so nice to look at! and they deserve a cute short gf to give them affection!!

the stabbing and subsequent near-death was definitely a wake up call for jin. it made him more cautious and to take his opponents more seriously. i don’t think he could’ve taken on in beom by himself before it happened, let alone beat him by himself.

it also definitely pushed gun to try harder. i mean two boxing weight classes in sixth months? maybe less than sixth months since he probably didn’t start training really hard until after jin was healed up and they were both safely at mr oh’s place.

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yea they really throw you into backstory plot before the main stuff. there’s a little bit of the main plot with the cop and his wife, but it’s mostly ha joon’s character’s backstory. not that i’m complaining, he’s who i’m watching for.

i watched ep3 of vincenzo and jeez. they really hit them boys with a truck huh? just close out the episode like that?? vincenzo looked. real good the whole episode tho. like that blue suit was nice. him beating up those kids with the cigarettes was funny tho. just whack whack whack.

[intoxicatinginsanity]

Hearing the news this morning of Anne Rices passing has left me with a strange feeling of ambivalence.

I am conflicted.

Anne was one of the very first adult novelist I read when I was a pre-teen. Her works inspired me to delve into writing and still inspire me to this day. I also found my way to the gothic subculture, and many other darkly-inclined works because of her writings. Her books gave me comfort and acceptance in a lot of ways. Anne contributed to my artistry and I will always appreciate that. And it is for that I'm saddened by her passing.

While on the other hand. There's this feeling that I can only describe as "Ding. Dong. The witch is dead!". And part of me is reliefed at her passing and slightly celebratory.

Partly because I and so many others experienced the bullshit that was Anne Rice's crusade against fan fiction and the subsequent consequences that came there after in the fic community. And there's a level of bitterness I have towards her actions and how it effected the fandom and fic community.

And a part of me is definitely happy that the Dragoness has been slain. Because now new fans will not have to know the awfulness of being attacked by your favorite author; or to see others around them be personally doxxed, shamed and bullied by someone they looked up to.

They will be able to have a level of love and appreciation for her works that won't be tarnished and soured because of her toxic behavior. And I think that's great.

Because while Anne Rice was a great writer and was influential to the genre. ((And that definitely can't be taken away from her. And her dues should absolutely be given.)) She was also a petty narcissistic monster; that terrorized her own fan base. Which left many of us older fans with a lot of scars and trust issues.

So for those of you acting judgemental asf today. Stop. Everyone in the fandom is experiencing this loss differently. And the emotions that fans are having around this are complex and shouldn't be viewed through such a black and white lense.

You are allowed to be sad. But some one else is also allowed to be happy. Both emotions can exist at the same time. However you are not allowed to dictate what someone should or should not be feeling today. There are so many young fans that know nothing of their Dark Queens atrocities and that is okay. And they are allowed to be saddened by and mourn the loss of Author they know.

And on the flip-side for those of us who do know, and who were personally attacked by the Gothic Regina George. We're also allowed to be angry, happy, sad or whatever other emotion we are feeling at the moment. And we are allowed to celebrate or mourn as we please.

Both sides can exist at the same time. Neither have to invalidate the other. Not everyone's experiences with Anne Rice were collectively shared and it's important to remember that.

Either way; wether you hated her or loved her or fell somewhere in between.

One thing we can all agree on is that it's gonna be a long day for the fandom.

So take a step back and be good to yourselves. And most importantly remember to be excellent to each other.

[miss-smutty]

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Chapter 3

A/N- Evey couple of chapters you will get Professor Hemsworth's POV and this is the first one 🥵 I really wanted to write his story and hear his thoughts too.

Summary- He can't get her out of his mind, the girl in the coffee shop. Will fate bring them together again?

Word count- 2.9K

Pairing- Prof!Hems X Reader

Warnings- Age gap (OC is 20) student/professor relationship, swearing, dirty talk

18+ Only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 5th Sept 2021

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chris Pov

My Apartment was silent as usual, empty like always when I arrived home from work, throwing my coat and bag on to the sofa and slumping down next to them.

I couldn't stand the silence, it taunted me and brought back memories I'd rather not remember. I'd thought about getting a roommate but still hadn't gotten around to posting out an ad, the idea made me nervous. Although I hated being alone, living with a stranger would be even worse. I turned on the TV to fill the expanse of the large empty room that I'd work so hard for but ultimately meant absolutely nothing to me.

My mind began to wander back to this morning and the chance meeting with the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on. She'd taken my breath away and made me so nervous that I'd used some cheesy chat up line. I'd known at the time it would come back to haunt me tonight, no wonder she ran out of there as soon as she could. Thats why I hesitated, my hand brushed against the small of her back when I was about to ask her for her number and it took away my sensibility. I leaned in like I was about to kiss her, thank god I stopped myself though, how ridiculous would that have been?

I'd spoke to her for no more than ten minutes but somehow felt like I'd known her all my life. Asking for her number wouldn't have been the most unusual thing but she was in such a rush and I didn't want to make her late. There's absolutely nothing more I hate than tardiness.

I still couldn't get her off of my mind, she was beautiful, long dark hair that flowed down her back and the most piercing green eyes I'd ever seen. I couldn't stop looking into them, framed by dark eyelashes that made the emerald green pop even more. It's been a long time since I'd met a woman that made me feel as nervous as she did. The only thing is, she was young, much younger than me and I'd be fooling myself to think I'd actually stand a chance with her. Even if by some miracle I did, she deserved more than what I could give her, I was a mess, even after all this time I was still living in the past.

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I woke up feeling like a teenage boy again, a tent of my erection in the cotton sheets sprawled across my middle. I'd dreamt about the girl all night and honestly nothing about it was innocent. I rubbed at my eyes and stretched my muscles before finally getting out of bed, I had my first Junior Comms class to teach today and of course, I couldn't be late.

To say I was dreading today would be an understatement, I'd made a deal with the Dean to teach the Comms class because none of the other professors were willing and I was desperate for a job. I was hoping that if I exceeded expectations during my first semester I would finally get to teach psychology like I'd planned in the first place. Of course that meant being on my best behaviour and a lot of arse kissing, which I would do, albeit reluctantly.

The air was crisp this morning as I set off walking towards the university, luckily for me I didn't live to far away from the campus and the walk would help distract my thoughts because God knows they needed distracting. They always did.

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at the halls, looking up at the architecture of the building and realising my idea to walk obviously hadn't worked. I'd barely paid attention the entire time and it was only muscle memory that had gotten me to my required destination.

I held onto the door handle of the lecture hall and took a deep breath before stepping in, the room erupting into wolf whistles was not what I expected but admittedly better than what I was thinking. I scanned the room and my students, rolling my eyes at the girls lining the front row, their eager faces taking me in. 

The class was full of typical students, the usual cliques you see at every educational institution. The jocks and cheerleaders, the nerds and oh fuck. The air was almost knocked from my lungs when I spotted her sat at the back of class. The girl I'd been talking to in the coffee shop yesterday, the girl that had been on my mind and in my dreams ever since. She was here, right in front of me which meant she was my student and younger than I'd actually thought. Fuck.

Even though she was now out of bounds I couldn't take my goddamn eyes off of her, the way her wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders. I could feel my cock tingling when my eyes fell to her low cut top and that unreal cleavage. I pulled my eyes away from her so as not to draw attention and focused on preparing for the lesson, leaving the students to whisper for a while longer while I recovered my composure.

Like a magnet, my eyes unwillingly kept finding their way back to her and she looked uncomfortable, squirming in her seat. I was making her uncomfortable and I still couldn't stop myself, I frowned as I subtly watched her cheeks blush and realised she's probably embarrassed because she'd been flirting with her Professor. Of course she'd be embarrassed, I was so much older than her but was it wrong that I didn't feel one ounce of awkwardness at the fact I had been flirting with a student?

All I could think about as I watched her tits bounce as she moved In her seat, was burying my face in her cleavage and I knew I had to look away before my dick reacted. The last thing I needed in a class full of students was to be walking around with a fucking erection.

I could stand there and watch her all day but certain students had stopped talking and they were waiting for me to speak and I'd almost forgotten why I was here In the first place. I really needed to get my head in the game, being infatuated with a student would definitely not get me the promotion I was looking for.

I pushed my hands in my tight pockets, hoping to stretch the fabric a little so my semi-hard dick wasn't so apparent, then my eyes were drawn to her again and she was talking to Jake. That pissed me off and I could feel my jaw tensing as I cleared my throat rather forcibly, hoping to get the attention of the whole class at the same time as distracting her from the rather friendly conversation she was having with another guy. A guy her age at that.

"Now I've got your attention, we're going to use our first session to get to know each other a little better. You'll be doing quite a lot of speeches so it's best if you feel comfortable with one another. I'll start by introducing myself." I looked at her again, gulping hard when I saw her with the end of her pen in her mouth and the way her lips wrapped around it. Fuck. "So, I'm Professor Hemsworth and I'm originally from Melbourne in Australia." I looked to her and she smiled, remembering what we spoke about yesterday.

A student started with the typical Australian stereotypes although I'm actually surprised no one told me to throw another shrimp on the Barbie. I laughed along anyway, I'd been expecting it, it's literally the first thing anyone who isn't Australian says when they first meet me. So when I told him it wasn't very original I meant it, I'd heard it a thousand times before and I'll hear it a thousand times again.

I told the class a little about myself before informing them they would do the same, it didn't go down well, the room filled with groans. I looked to her and she looked downright terrified, I sympathized for her, it wasn't easy speaking in front of a room full of people but was the best way to break the ice.

"Claire Abbott." I called, watching the blonde at the front stand, nervously. She giggled and twirled her hair around her finger as she smiled at me, I knew what she was doing. I quickly glanced at the girl from the coffee shop as she rolled her eyes at the blonde at the front, I smirked back at her, amused at her tolerance for predictable girls.

"I erm… I don't know what to say?" The blonde said, looking at me questioningly.

"Just anything about yourself that we might find interesting, the first thing that comes to mind."

"Well I own four horses and I'm the cheer captain." I had to stop myself from laughing when she rolled her eyes again but the smile soon disappeared when I saw Jake lean over to speak to her and the way she laughed at him made my blood boil. I was seething, not because they were speaking instead of listening but because she was speaking to him instead of me.

"You two at the back, we'll wait for you shall we?" I called them out, my voice more stern than I expected. I was pissed off that Jake would easily be able to get to know her and I couldn't. She stared at me, her eyes wide, she was surprised I'd called them out in front of everyone which made me even more pissed off because that probably blew my chances even more. What the hell am I thinking? What chances, I need to remember I'm her fucking Professor.

She sat silently through the rest of the class, I still couldn't keep my eyes off of her and thankfully neither could she. She looked flustered and I liked it, I liked that I could make her feel that way without even touching her. She was so goddamn hot I could hardly concentrate on what the other students were saying.

When I glanced down at the sheet of names in front of me and saw Jake's name my jaw clenched.

"Jake Hudson." I couldn't help narrowing my eyes as he stood up, I just knew he'd say something cocky and I was so fucking jealous of him right now. I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath, I needed to keep my cool, especially in a room full of students and her. If she knew what I was really like she wouldn't look at me the way she did.

"Hi, I'm Jake." I bit onto the inside of my gum, that bit of pain keeping me grounded. "I'm also from Australia." He gave me that fucking cocky half arsed smile I'd been waiting for and the adrenaline shot through me. I was thankful no one noticed apart from maybe the one person in here I didn't want to notice. She was watching me carefully. I had to loosen my tie a little as he continued to speak, I was burning up with rage.

I'm glad class was almost over, I needed a stiff drink and I needed it now. I looked at my sheet of names again and there were only a couple left, I wondered which one was hers. I needed to know her name. Fuck. I needed to know everything about her.

"Jessica Watson." She stood up. Fuck, Jessica, it was a cute name and fit her perfectly. I was mesmerized with her and the way she spoke as she tucked her long hair behind her ears. "These last couple of days have been pretty eventful for me." She looked right at me, what was she going to say? "I'm living the life of a romance novels heroine and I'm excited to see what the next couple of days bring." Oh fuck. Was she talking about meeting me? Or Jake? I like to think by the way she studied me as she spoke, she was talking about me. This was wrong, so wrong but why did it feel so right? I forgot there was anybody else in the room, my cock twinging as I pictured myself fucking her on this desk. I needed to stop thinking like this, it's unprofessional and completely immoral. I shook my head and turned back to the class.

"I hope we all feel a bit more comfortable with each other now, some of you shared some pretty revealing things." I looked at Jessica. "Some of you, not so much." Then raised my eyebrows at a group of guys in the middle of class that had used thier time to inform everyone about the party at their frat house this weekend. "I'll have a schedule for you all next time I see you, anybody that has any questions can see me after class, everyone else is free to leave." I looked at her one last time, hoping she'd use this opportunity to come and speak to me.

I sighed when I sat back at my desk and a group of girls took their opportunity, I wasn't in the mood for it but answered their questions anyway. I didn't take my eyes from Jessica, especially when Jake started speaking to her again. The girls in front of me were taking up my time, trying to flirt with me instead of asking relevant questions and I was over it.

"Do you actually have any questions about the course ladies? I have other things to be getting on with if not." I was a little short with them without actually meaning to be. I just wanted them out of my goddamn way so I could see what was going on with Jessica and Jake.

The girls finally left, more like stormed off but I couldn't care less right now. She was still sat at her desk which means she waited until I was alone which has got to be a good sign. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, the silence driving me insane so I cleared my throat and she blinked like I'd woken her from a daydream. What was she thinking about?

She packed up her things into her bag slowly, I could tell she was buying herself time but I felt relaxed now we were alone, in fact I felt excited which was completely ridiculous. I felt like a damn teenager.

"Did you need to talk Miss Watson?" I was amused and I needed to break the ice before the silence got the better of me. I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms across my chest.

"I erm…" She walked towards me, down the stairs, looking at her feet. She was unsteady and looked nervous as hell, was she going to tell me to back off? "I wanted to apologise, I had no idea you were a Professor." She stood at the bottom of the stairs, I was glad she wasn't too close. I don't know if I'd be able to control myself around her and lord knows I had to. The atmosphere was tense, neither of us really knowing what to say or do, all I could think about was ripping off her clothes.

"There's no need to apologise Miss Watson, I also had no idea you were a student but I was hoping to bump into you again. Funny how things work out isn't it?" I cocked my eyebrow at her, testing her, seeing how she would react to my comment. Something changed and she didn't look quite so nervous anymore.

"I think fate can be rather cruel Professor Hemsworth." The way she called me Professor stirred something deep inside me, a hunger I didn't know I had and when she moved closer to me I began to feel nervous.

"Oh really? Why is that Miss Watson?" She was so close now, I could smell her sweet scent of coconut shampoo. I wanted to touch her badly, I didn't though. I didn't dare because I knew if I did I wouldn't be able to stop myself and I must restrain, she's my student after all. It's wrong. It's forbidden.

I still couldn't stop myself from flirting, like an uncontrollable impulse and as soon as I opened my mouth to try and be professional I would just go right ahead and flirt. She was so outrageously attractive but the kind of attractive where she didn't know it and didn't flaunt it, which I found even more endearing.

"I was hoping to bump into you again too, only now the thought of what could've happened will have to remain a fantasy." My restraint was really being tested now, she was teasing me, egging me on and the fact she'd also been fantasising about me made it extra difficult to resist. I had to loosen my tie again, I needed my fingers to be busy so I didn't touch her. I had an internal conflict going on inside my mind and it was like torture, if this was day one of class how the hell was I meant to survive the whole semester?

"I better get to my next class, we can't have anyone thinking I'm your favourite now can we?" Fuck sake. I ground my teeth together, I was glad she was leaving, I couldn't take the tension any longer but at the same time I knew, with distance the desire would only intensify. She turned to leave and I couldn't stop myself watching her hips sway as she walked, her ass was so round and bouncy, it hypnotised me and that's when I knew I was in deep trouble.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hey Steph! I wanted to know if you knew of any fics that dealt with the topic of consent, and very explicit consent, and not even necessarily for sex, but just, explicit consent and conversations of boundaries in a relationship. "hay can I kiss you? it's ok if I hold your hand? can I hold your hand when we're outside?" people talking boundaries, that type of thing... you know anything like that?

Hey Nonny!!

You know, I ABSOLUTELY KNOW that I do, but I didn’t have the foresight to pre-tag all of them as I read them, so I can’t give you ALL of the ones I have in my bookmarks, but I can definitely give you the fics I do have tagged with “Consent” or “Negotiation”, so I hope that’s okay!!

If any of my Lovelies have any that they remember or have their own fics, PLEASE add them!!

CONSENT AND RELATIONSHIP NEGOTIATION

Personal Space by probablyquantum (T, 1,814 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Cuddles, Nightmares, Awkwardness) – John and Sherlock renegotiate the rules governing personal space. Pre-Slash.

Husband by jinglebell (E, 2,003 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., PWP, Anal, Multiple Orgasms, Fluff, Toplock) – Sherlock orgasms when John refers to him as ‘husband’.

The Marriage Proposal Negotiation by Goddess_of_the_Night (G, 2,161 w., 1 Ch. || Dev. Rel., Possessive Sherlock, Insecure Sherlock, Fluff, First Kiss, Post Mary) – Sherlock hasn’t ever really done anything the traditional way, so of course it wouldn’t bother him to propose to John even though they’re not even dating. And the fact that John is already on a date with someone else when he decides to do it? Tedious.

Perfect Solo by Itsallfine (E, 2,384 w., 1 Ch., || PWP, Solo Kink, Fantasy, Pining, Dirty Talk, Sex Toys) – Sherlock couldn’t decide how he wanted to have John that night. (The one where Sherlock uses his box of sex toys to take himself apart in every way John might have him.)

Everything by patternofdefiance (E, 4,409 w., 1 Ch. || Snuggles and Cuddles, Bed Sharing, Frottage, Vulnerable Sherlock) – John wakes up with an armful of Sherlock. This – situation – is unusual, yes, and definitely unfamiliar, but in no way does it feel wrong. Rather, it feels the exact opposite. Part 13 of I Blame Tumblr

Uninhibited by 221b_hound (M, 4,293 w., 1 Ch. || Bathing/Washing, Naked Cuddling, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Big Brother Mycroft, Relationship Negotiation, Massage, Sherlock Has a Low Libido, Pet Names) – Sherlock and John have been apart for the first time since Sherlock returned from the dead. Neither of them has had a good day. John’s gets worse when Mycroft comes to Baker Street in Sherlock’s absence to warn John Watson against disappointing his brother by expecting things to change. Mycroft has misjudged things rather badly. But finally he sods off and leaves John and Sherlock to reconnect, to give and receive comfort, and show each other that they are, indeed, perfectly matched. Part 15 of Unkissed

Beg for Mercy (Twice) by Solitary_Endeavor (E, 7,060 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Bottomlock, Bearded John, Edging, Rough Sex, Idiots in Love, Canon Compliant) – Sherlock hasn’t left the flat in four days, the itch of impatience beneath his skin too great to allow him to suffer interaction with any human being who isn’t John. This is probably a mercy that goes both ways, as he’s driving even himself mad. Sherlock supposes there is a lesson to be learned here about having himself to blame, but of course he blames Mycroft.

The doctor is in by PlainJane (E, 7,581 w., 1 Ch. || Omegaverse || Sex Therapist, Anal, Hand Jobs, Frottage, Virgin Sherlock) – Sherlock is a young alpha with an aversion to his cycle. John is a gender medicine specialist. Nothing could possibly go wrong… Part 1 of Doctors and detectives

Caves in the Mountains Are Seldom Unoccupied by starrysummernights & TheMadKatter13 (E, 7,925 w., 1 Ch. || Were-Creatures, Werebear John, Pseudo Bestiality, Rimming, Dub Con, Rough Sex, Come Inflation / Eating, Size Kink, PWP, Bratty Sherlock, Rutting) – “This isn’t something to play at, Sherlock,” he snapped. “If it doesn’t work out- what you’re asking of me- we can’t shrug and say ‘oh well, at least we tried’. If we do this… I could seriously hurt you. Do you understand? I could lose control. I could… I could kill you.” (This one is… REALLY REALLY kinky, heavy dub-con warning)

Just Like That by sussexbound (E, 8,442 w., 1 Ch. || First Time/Kiss, Frottage, Virgin Sherlock, French Kissing, Anal, Emotional Lovemaking, Enthusiastic Consent, Tenderness, Crying John, Bathing/Washing, Insecure John, Toplock) – John doesn’t want to talk anymore. He wants. Oh dear god, how he wants. For the first time in what feels like years he WANTS.

Evening Ride by LapisLazuli (E, 8,632 w., 1 Ch. || Public Sex, Alternate First Meeting, Humiliation Kink, Groping, Frottage, Consent Issues, Come Play) – John has a series of unexpected meetings with a stranger on the Tube.

C. sapiens by patternofdefiance (E, 8,813 w., 1 Ch. || Tentacles Porn, Magical Realism, Bottomlock, Anal / Tentacle Sex, Pheremones) – “A few weeks ago I would have thought you were impossible,” Sherlock begins, walking into the kitchen in his blue robe, and John – not quite catching on – wants to scoff and argue, No, actually, you are impossible, but then Sherlock continues: “But now I’d say you are improbable.” John thinks this might be flattering, if he could wrap his head around it, but he can’t – Sherlock is standing near, steaming his sun-baked-clean-sand smell, like the beach after rain, an alive smell, an other smell. It’s intoxicating, and John has been studiously avoiding it, but he can’t shift away now it’s so near. Now Sherlock’s so near. And then Sherlock ruins the probable-loveliness of his words and the definite-beauty of his presence by saying: “And by ‘improbable’ I mean ‘not yet scientifically acknowledged.’” Part 1 of Gifts from the Sea

John Watson’s Moon by patternofdefiance (E, 11,314 w., 1 Ch. || Werewolf John, First Time, BAMF John, First Time, Anal, Fleeting Depictions of Violence) – Sherlock finds out John is a werewolf and wants to see the transformation. It, uh, gets really kinky.

Kintsugi by distantstarlight (E, 14,772 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Regret / Remorse, Loneliness, Separation, Drug Use, Healing, Protective John, Sad Sherlock, Dev. Rel., Complicated Relationships, Love, Angst With Happy Ending, Sherlock is Called Freak, John’s Penance, Voyeurism, Doctor/Caretaker John, Guilty John, Detox, Fingering, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Slight Non-Con Turns Enthusiastic Consent, Virgin Sherlock) – Sherlock Holmes becomes estranged from the man he had once considered his best friend after John lets him down horribly in public. It seems that the world’s only consulting detective will be on his own once again…or will he?

Lacuna by coloredink (E, 15,607 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, Consent Issues, Drama, Amnesia) – God, it must have been terrible, to think that he would never have this again.

The Midas Touch by flawedamythyst (E, 32,231 w., 1 Ch. || Magical Realism, John has a Magical Cock, Dub Con, Healer John) – John Watson has a medical condition that means everyone he sleeps with is instantly healed of all illness and injury. This causes complications when Sherlock breaks his arm, and even more complications when Sherlock falls in love with him. Yes, this is a story where John has a literal magic healing cock. It’s a lot less cracky than you’re probably imagining. Warning: Contains complex issues of sexual consent, although not between Sherlock and John.

In the Dark Hours by hubblegleeflower (E, 51,639 w., 12 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, Unreliable Narrator, Closeted Bi John, Angst, Miscommunications, Slow Burn, First Time, John’s Blog / Epistolary, Selective Mutism) – John, wounded and silent, drifts back to Baker Street for healing…and then goes home again. He visits, gets more upbeat, chattier, smiles, jokes… and still goes home again. Sherlock wants him to move back in - it just makes sense - but John shows no signs of doing so. This is the story of how John and Sherlock learn to say what needs to be said when they’re both so very, very rubbish at talking.

Coventry by standbygo (E, 52,020 w., 26 Ch. || Dollhouse AU || Case Fic, Slow Burn, Sci-Fi / Fantasy, First Kiss / Time, Attempted Rape, BAMF John, Falling in Love) – “Let me get this straight,” John said, wondering when his life had become a science fiction film. “Some guy orders up a personality, a person, to his specifications, and they program this into a real live person, who has consented to do this, and she goes to this person and acts as his wife, or lawyer, or Royal Marine, or Navy Seal or what have you, and she has all the skills, all the knowledge, everything? Then you say the magic words, and she follows you back to The House, and they erase it all until her next appointment?”

Just To Hold You Close by sussexbound (E, 70,841 w., 18 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Sherlock POV, ASD Sherlock, PTSD John, Demisexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Cuddling/Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Enthusiastic Consent, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Sexual Tension, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddle Negotiations, For a Case Until It Isn’t, Hair Petting, Sexual Negotiation, Anxiety, Trust Issues, Slow Burn, Panic Attacks, Frottage, Hand/Blow Jobs, Referenced Self Harm / Abuse / Suicidal Ideation, First Kiss/Time, Anal, Autistic Sherlock) – When a woman is murdered and the last person to see her alive is recently invalided army vet turned reluctant (and prickly) professional cuddler, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is pulled into a world of intimacy and intrigue he never could have imagined. John is a conundrum and mystery: frank yet reserved, tender yet angry, open yet afraid. Sherlock is instantly drawn into his orbit, and begins to feel and desire things he never has before.

A Cure For Boredom by emmagrant01 (E, 81,665 w., 8 Ch. || Dirty Talk, Threesomes, Light Dom/Sub, Sex Club, Experiments, Anal, Mildly Dubious Consent) – They’d never talked about sex in the year they’d known each other. Well, that wasn’t quite correct: Sherlock had never said a word about sex; John had bemoaned his personal dearth of it on many occasions.

Thermocline by J_Baillier (M, 83,557 w., 14 Ch. || Scuba Diving AU || Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Marine Archaeology, Asexual Sherlock, Horny John, Relationship Drama, Technical/Scuba/Wreck Diving, Slow Burn, Underwater /  Medical Peril, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, John POV, Protective John, Body Appreciation) – John “Five Oceans” Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out?

Not Broken, Just Bent by Schmiezi (E, 87,585 w., 43 Ch. || Pining, Love Confessions, Rape/Sexual Assault, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Villain!Mary, Suicidal Ideations, Main Character Death, Sherlock First Person POV, Parentlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Love Making, Possessiveness, Depression, PTSD, Kidnapping, Virgin Sherlock, Eventual Happy Ending) – “For a second, I allow myself to remember teaching John how to waltz. There is a special room in my mind palace for it. A big one, with a proper parquet dance floor. For a second, I go there. I remember holding him, closer than the World Dance Council asks for, excusing it with the fact that we are training for a wedding, not for a competition. For a second, I feel his hand on mine again, smell his sweat, hear the song we used. For a second, I allow myself to love him deeply. For a second, only a second, that love reflects on my face.” Fix-it for S3, starting at the end of TSoT. Evil Mary.

31_Days_of_Porn_Challenge_2017 Series by distantstarlight (E, 96,540 w. across 31 stories || Prompt Ficlets, Assorted Kinks, PWP) – A collection in response to the 31 Days of Porn Challenge issued by AtlinMerrik! Thanks for doing that because this has been buttload of fun (that joke never gets old). All stories will be brief stand-alone one-shots.

Shatter the Darkness (Let the Light In) by MojoFlower (E, 109,683 w., 23 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Genie/Djinn AU || Magical Realism, Kidnapping, Genie Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Case Fic, H/C, Angst, Clubs, John Whump, Mild DubCon, Hand / Blow Jobs, Torture) – Fairy tales are for those who remember how to dream; not John Watson, broken and hiding from his bleak future in a beige bedsit. But then he discovers a lamp and finds himself in the dangerous riptide of an enigmatic man whose very existence is unbelievable, murder charges against his sister, and the growing pains of feeling alive once more.

The Gilded Cage by BeautifulFiction (E, 326,887 w., 31 Ch. || Omegaverse || Omega Sherlock / Alpha John, Friends to Lovers, Dub Con, Reproductive Rights) – In a world where Omegas are the property of the elite Alphas, locked away and treasured by those wealthy enough to buy them, John never questioned his flatmate’s secondary gender. Sherlock Holmes was an Alpha through-and through. Wasn’t he? A chance discovery turns the world on its head, and John is left grappling to come to terms with Sherlock’s past as events conspire to threaten their future.

[mochikeiji]

You Found Me

↠ Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Reader

↠ Warning: none, fluffy for my boy akaamshi uwu Writer!Reader, Aged Up characters.

↬ Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: He was just a fictional character, how can you be foolish enough to believe he were to be reincarnated and to be born in the same world as you live in? Will it even be possible for him to notice you in billions of people and far places?

⇢ Day 1: Reincarnation

You loved him.

More than words can describe.

"Love." can never be enough to portray the amount of adoration you had for this man. Nothing.

He doesn't know you.

He was just a character; written by people who held the most artistic perspectives into capturing a character's personality. They made him seem so real, so easy to love and to be succumbed into his entire being.

But he wasn't real.

Nor is he aware of the millions of eyes and fans from reality admiring him for simply being ethereal in his world of ink and colorful dialogues made by his author.

Nor will he be aware of the amount of love you were pouring out to his inexistence. To reciprocate the feelings, let alone acknowledge you from a crowd filled with much more dedicated people to him.

Yet every night you prayed; longed that one day there will be someone to be reborn as he is. A man to be born with that natural charismatic aura. The blunt, yet soft hearted soul of a person, the dedication he has shown in the show with his desr senior. Everything.

He was the embodiment of everything you wanted, needed.

Perfection at the most flawed world.

"Nobody compares to you, Keiji."

Day dreaming for what seemed like an everyday routine for you, you clicked on the next tab of your laptop away from the world of fictional sight— where mostly your safe haven is. Where you get to imagine a world with him and pondered back into your field of writing.

How long has it been since you've been off your draft? Was it 2 hours ago? Had you been submerged again with the same story you've memorized over the times you've read it? Well, no one can't help it. It was your coping mechanism, your escape from the cruel reality. Though the stories are imprinted in your mind and everyday dreams, you admired the fact how they were well written by different varieties of writers that came to admire his character and brought him to life. How they managed to make him and every character from the show come to life. It was as if all the scenarios you've wanted was all there, all granted. Except for one.

Where he was truly existing in the same world as you do.

"Well done, sweetie, you've lost another promised motivation to write." groaning with your head leaned back on your pillow, you closed your eyes for a short break. By instinct, the stories scenarios began playing inside your head.

All the fluffy ones that made your body feel somewhat lighter from the ghost, feathered kisses as you recalled the lines of your favorite ones. The ones where they would further describe how he would hold you in his arms like a fragile being, link his hands with yours, giving you his warm kisses as he presses you close to his chest.

The angst ones where he would be there to comfort you immediately, wiping away your tears as he helps you out of your struggles and battles in life. Letting him be your resting place and safety.

And lastly the explicit ones where you could only go so far to imagine the lewd things as the words from the screen pages come up to the surface and bound your body at his presence.

What a paradise, you would call.

Yet what a tragic for someone who longs for a person like that to be real.

Eyes opening after the self pitied thoughts, your sudden decision to go out in the cold, rainy afternoon came by. For a shy person you are, you never really liked the idea of squeezing in a crowd or to be seen, but as you eventually grew up, you begin to like places that felt like a second home to you. Be it a cafe or a bookshop, or just an area with a few people and closed walls where you were free to be in dazed once more.

Shutting you laptop closed and placing it back on your desk, you picked out some of your most comfortable clothing; mostly jogging pants and an adorable sweater. Having to be in highschool and growing out the habit of wearing long sleeved shirts even though it was hot was amusing to many. Though, today was exemptional.

You contemplated whether or not you would tie yor hair into a bun or leave it down, like that one character you read in your favorite show, he didn't like his field of vision to be wide. It brought a small amount of relief someone felt the same as you did, so you decided to just put it in a lower bun with your fringes hidig the sides of your face.

Grabbing you small bag and an umbrella, you walked out from your dorm. Your roommate had been stranded in her university from the sudden pouring, ordering her a coffee after coming back from the shop may be a good welcoming gift for her. She was the only person you managed to get close to at the time of your adulthood. It's only fair you have gotten attached and wanted to show her how much you love and appreciate her.

Thank goodness it was only pouring. If the rain happened to be coming with thunder and lightning, you would've gotten out and hid underneath your blankets. It isn't all the time you get to enjoy the droplets from the sky without the God of Thunder stomping down in anger.

The streets were absolutely stunning during the dark or gloomy weather, the lights from each building and shop were lighted up, combining with the rain and its pattering, it felt so serene to you than it did to others. The odd musk from the rain filling nostrils as your eyes cast upon the cemented streets that had colorful lights illuminating them, made you feel at ease and somehow your mind was starting to stir up multiple writing prompts and ideas that made you excited and happy.

The whole world disappearing before you as you were at the best day you claimed. The musk of the rain mixing up with the cinnamon and coffee like scent as you opened the door from the nearby cafe from your dorm welcomes you. Smiling shyly, you moved to the side a bit and removed your glasses to cleanse it as it got fogged up from the cool air before placing it back on your face and walked towards the cashier.

It was a miracle that the infamous coffee and sweets cafe of yours wasn't crowded today, managing to order quickly and waited on the other side of the counter. Your usual frappucino and a chocolate cake for your cravings.

"Ah, you're here again?"

The lovely male behind the counter chirped at the newly arrived customer. He was the nicest crew you knew in this cafe, you loved how he makes you feel at ease.

"Yeah, I got caught up in my papers and it went pouring all of a sudden."

"Always a workaholic aren't we, Kei?"

Kei? Cute name.

Kinda reminds you of that tall, player in the show you watched, Tsukishima.

"Wait there for a second, we're preparing two orders."

In instinct of the male's voice, you scooted away from the receiving counter a little for the next person to be standing next to you. You really didn't like sitting to waot for your order, who knows? You might trip and cause an embarrassing accident.

His scent however, was filling in your nostrils. Combining with the soft, delicious treats, he smelled like someone you would love to hug for days and feel safe. He smelled like home.

Was that weird? Yes.

Suddenly, this scene had made a perfect prompt pop in your head, you had to fish out your phone from your bag to write it down on your notes. It had been too long since you've written a good story. You missed your passion in writing, a good opportunity will never be passed as this.

"Do you write as well?"

Squeaking a bit with your palms already forming a sweat from nervousness and the cold air, you turned your head to your left side of the male costumer, who had an amused smile at his face from your reaction.

You wete never one to come and talk to a random stranger as a kid and teenager. But even as an adult, you felt inferior of them. But taking a few seconds to regain your breathing and judging by your surroundings, nothing seemed to be harmful to reply, right?

"A-ah, yeah, but it's not that good or a job, y'know?....Just a hobby."

Stuttering out and muttering the last part, inside your head you were screaming, had you lost your people skills too? Soft chuckling can be heard from him, he gives you a small smile, not noticing how he scooted closer to you since he couldn't quite hear your voice from afar.

"I think it's incredible how a person can put their imaginations into words and share it so freely to everyone across the world."

Heart beating fast.

He hits it home. He was definitely speaking the language of a writer, and you find yourself standing straighter and smiling a bit wider. There wasn't much people that shared your interest, your relatives and friends were always into musical and artistic drawings, or the domestic kind of jobs and talents. You were the only one who loved writing so much and pursued secretly. Meeting someone who shared the same thought and words as you cannot be forgotten.

You had to know him.

"Thank you..I take it you write as well?"

Score, you manage out a normal reply without being awkward.

"An editor to be exact, it's not as fun as it sounds. I was aiming for literature but it seems life wanted me to have a little detour."

Nothing was boring. In fact, it was making you more happy to hear how much you had in common with him. Not able to hold back the next words, you blurted out,

"I think it's amazing you're still part of the writing community. Be it any position I know you must have such potential in your work."

You catch his eyes just staring at yours behind his glasses. Biting your lip in habit gor when you feel nervous, you clamps your hands together and immediately stammered an apology for invading his personal life.

He laughs, but not too loudly.  The longer you reviewed his features and everything, the more he was starting to look like someone you've been day dreaming.

No, fate cannot be this powerful.

But he seemed so much like him that you wanted so badly to point your fingers to all the matched characteristics he was performing. From his outfit, hair, glasses, and his feature but more realistic, different. His eyes weren't the same gun metal ones as you remember from that character, but he radiates so much of his aura.

"Here are your orders, Kei, ma'am."

Ah damn, you didn't catch his name.

The both of you thanked the kind male before walking away from the counter. Scanning your surroundings quickly for a good spot to sit, you saw the free spot by the window where the rain was pattering and went there. It was like having a television show for free. Seeting your tray down the small coffee table, you stabbed in the straw to your beverage and mixed it up a bit before taking a sip, feeling empty and sad from not getting to know who that person was or to befriend him.

He was nice, gentle, something you would in a man before befriending them. You wanted to know more about his works and his ways of writing, maybe show you his ideas on literature writing. But mostly, you were intrigued from his entire existence.

You wanted to know more about him that it made your stomach twist in guilt and regret from the opportunity slipping away.

"May I sit here?"

And it slipped right back to you.

Biting the straw in your mouth as he smiled at you holding his tray of waffle and steaming coffee, awaiting for your permission before you nod out of daze and watched as he takes a seat in front of you.

Cliche was the first word that came up in your mind. You never would've thought that the scenario of a cute boy in glasses and a sweater hugging his body would want to be seated in a cafe with you.

And you loved cliche scenarios, even dreamed of having your own story-like life.

"The cafe is pretty empty, and you looked like you could use some company."

"I didn't take it that you enjoyed company so I sat far away.."

"You're right, I'm not. I wonder why now."

Was this his way of flirting? If it was, you're buying it. You loved how his voice was smooth and calm. The stoic look on his face earlier replaced by a pleased one with a small smile while taking a sip of his coffee.

"Maybe because I look lonely and you felt bad?"

"I simply wanted to enjoy my treat while chatting with someone who knows my interest rather than myself. Besides,"

He places down his cup on the tray before leaning his head a bit and smiling,

"It's not bad to get out of my shell now, right?"

His face stayed up close as yours was heating with your body getting ligther. He looked like him, he acts like him when he was all grown up. You didn't want to believe in the source of reincarnation and their mysterious, yet hopeful glimmer, but you knew. You knew and you would bet everything that this person was the perfect resemblance to the Akaashi Keiji.

"You never told me your name."

It came out like a whisper from your lips, the rain outside pouring harder as night fall came. He remains the same, smiling like a cheeky person, now fully interested in a person like you, a random stranger whom he just caught writing a romance prompt about a man she met in a cafe.

The detour his life had turned around for him to take, and yours to be fulfilled.

All the possibilities or unexplainable books, movies, theories. The characters, the events, all now making you dizzy at the idea of it all being true at a specific time and place. All of it was too good to be true. Too much that it made your eyes a bit teary to have finally encounter the person who has raised you high and kept you moving. The person who could never compare to the other people, be it fiction or reality.

"My name is, Keiji."

[deewithani]

Just a general 18+ content warning here, nothing really explicit, but more under the cut regarding what most would consider offensive and violent tropes in smut fiction, and general talk about discourse. Not in response to any one thing happening here, but general observations over the past year or so, since I haven't been here very long. Also talk about discourse on other platforms.

I'm also not posting this to discourage discourse, only to point out that not all reactions to discourse are equal to the issue that is being discussed. There is very legitimate discourse in fandom that needs to be brought to light and discussed, and this is not to minimize that needed discourse.

Long post ahead.

Tumblr is so weird. I'm not talking about the site, I'm talking about all of us on here.

We're weird.

There's so much "no, don't do that" here that doesn't exist on any other site. It's like coming to another world.

I don't do much with Twitter, I really only use it for news, but it's full of p*rn. Just straight up p-in-v right there. And discourse about just about everything. Political discourse capital of the universe. I stay away away because I mostly hate it. I did find out about Vince McMahan paying to cover up an affair though (how did this surprise literally anyone?), which I probably wouldn't have otherwise, so it has its uses. But people stay on Twitter, because discourse is expected and is likely wanted by a lot of the daily users. Arguments and anger and "our side" and "their side" is what their users want.

Then there's Facebook. Everyone I know personally seems to have decided to out idiot each other (this is a regional issue related to politics, so ymmv). There is discourse in comment threads of public posts, but not so much in individual user posts.

But back to FB. Y'all. I read a lot. I read 6 books at a time (1 chapter each a day), of various genres.

I read smut. Erotica. You know. It's not the only thing I reas, but I do read it. And I can, because I'm allowed to make that decision for myself.

I'm a member of a few different groups where book recommendations are their primary reason for being. Groups with tens of thousands of members and that extremely active (note that I am not going to name any of these groups).

Sounds tame. It's really not. Some of these groups are a completely different world.

We know that Tumblr is different and that social media is different outside of Tumblr. But I really mean that it's different. Even discourse is different.

I'm going to put a cut here, because content warning things are below here (and a small mention of an anthromorphic spider).

And my apologies for going in so many directions as this. But this is kind of about why interaction is so low here, and that's because Tumblr is gonna Tumblr, and it's not a safe space for anyone and never will be no matter how hard anyone fights about it.

Without fail, each of the FB groups have a don't like, don't look, don't comment rule.

Someone posted an anthromorphic spider with a partner in a compromising position, asking for recs. Not my thing, but surprisingly to me lots of replies.

And any time I've seen any discourse about anything anyone has asked for, it's been shut down so fast that I rarely see what originally caused the issue.

But I saw the discourse on a request once before the the replying user was banned.

The OP had asked for a book rec that included some pretty dark things. This is your warning before moving forward.

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The OP asked for a book rec that included non-con, kidnapping, forced pregnancy, and several other tropes that pushed it well into the "are you ok, op?" area for me. Definitely nothing that I would read or would have any idea of recs for. But recs were given to the OP, until one user asked, essentially, "wtf is wrong with you op? this is disgusting and you are disgusting for asking for it."

Nuked. From. Orbit. Replier was kicked so fast they probably had no idea they were already gone.

Nothing like that could happen here. That response would be atypical here. Anger would only grow from each side, everyone deciding they were in the right in an argument that wouldn't even be a blip on the radar anywhere else.

Here, there would probably be fights in the comments. We've seen these comments. People with differing views of the request would be accused of being the worst type of people in existence. I wouldn't be surprised to see people telling others to off themselves. It would explode into whatever fandom it lives in, and after multitudes of anon messages and deactivates accounts, it would eventually settle down, with the battle lines more clearly drawn and the more casual fans covering their heads to keep from getting hit with the fallout at best, or leaving at worst.

I've seen the absolute grossest takes from both sides of issues here. There is no way to be ignorant of anything because you have to be on one side or another, and if you're not explicitly on one side, you are one of the others, and that just can't happen.

And before anyone says "well, that's because the other side is obviously wrong", I'M TALKING ABOUT THE OTHER SIDE TOO.

It doesn't matter what it is. It doesn't matter the fandom. It doesn't matter the issue.

I have literally seen discourse about whether Captain Rex's hair was dyed or natural blonde. As if this is an issue that matters and not some way to put another line out there to make people prove they're enjoying fandom the right way.

I'm not in the Encanto fandom, but if I wanted to be I'm sure there's some terrible discourse going on, and I would have to align with one side or another because that's expected. It doesn't matter what the discourse is, it doesn't matter what my view is. This side is right and that side is wrong. Period. There is no room for any sort of discussion on my part, because the discussion has already happened before I arrived and the lines have been drawn and you have to choose the side you're going to be on.

I'm not in BTS fandom, but it's there. I'm not in OFMD fandom, but I'm sure it's there too.

And this happens for every fandom. You don't have to be part of a specific fandom to know that it does.

And in the midst of all the fandom discourse we're missing legitimate problems because of the voice they're coming from. Legitimate discourse, problematic users. All because of the side that their on.

The absolute refusal to accept an apology from the other side for their misdeads, while simultaneously closing your eyes to the issues on your side, accepting each apology without question. Because everyone makes mistakes, right? At least as long as they're on your side. Those people on the other side are irredeemable. Their apologies are fake. They'll never learn. Because they are problematic and wrong and you can't fix that.

But we are all problematic. There is no way not to be. And if you think you're not, you're not looking at yourself critically.

I am not unproblematic and I know it. And I try every day to do better than I did yesterday. But I will never be perfect. There is no such thing as perfection. And to someone, somewhere on this site I may be irredeemable. That I don't deserve happiness. That If I had a minor child, I deserve to have them taken away from me. I may not even deserve to live in their eyes. I hope that no one sees me that way, but I've seen others make these comments for far less, in replies, in reblogs, in messages, and in anons.

We act like we are at war and the other side is our enemy and we wonder why no one interacts anymore. Why fandom is dying here, so to speak. Lumping everyone who isn't "us" into "them"

We are toxic. We are problematic. And we're trying to pretend that we're not, that we're so much better than the other side, no matter what the other side is. That they're the problem. We are all the problem.

I stepped back some recently, but came back because I missed it, but honestly, I didn't come here to fight with anyone. I'm sure most everyone else originally did the same, no matter what side of what issue they're on. But you can't come here and interact and not fight. The only way to not fight is to not interact.

And everyone wonders why interaction is so low.

[vnl1]

Midnight summer

June, Azukizaka territoriy

The day had been hot, and while ir was better being near a corpse of water than inside a castle. Roads where always a problema, specially for a women.

The Young woman knew that when she had decide go solo in that misión, she was no fool , so as the 3 men approached her, the fan on her left hand open wider.

"Look what the river has brought us boys, a lovely kitten" one of the men said.

"Sure she looks delicious, are You alone love?" Other said.

The woman turned around with a smirk on her beautiful face.

"Oh, what a wonderfull timing, to meet you all gentelmen" the words carring the promise of sweet nothings.

"I'm afraid i loose my way. I'm sure any of You knows how do I find the nearest castle"

"Of course we could guide you but first what about having some fun with us" the third man who had been in silance spoke while his hand reach for the woman wrist.

(How predicable they are) the woman thought.

Life in a castle was never easy, that was a common knowledge, and for that motive the young princess of the Li clan opted to have a much quiet life in the service of the gods. Jirō was her name.

She didnt like summer, not only the heat that year was really strong but ir was also a remainder that had passed at least 4 months since his father had commited seppuku.

(I shouldn't be thinking that, Lord Imagawa decided not to finish the job, he should not know that I still remember).

"A good walk near the river should clear My thoughts"

The first man fell on his knees.

"Damm You" were his last words as he joined the other two dead men in the floor.

For her that had been in self defene, ir was so common to deal with that kind of things.

Crack

The woman heard outside the nearby forest, from the shadows of the green, alone figure appeared.

"You there, what has happened here?" (A Komusō Monk, how odd) the woman thought.

"Bandits, your excellency, they...they try to protect me..." The woman started to clean the little tears clouding her red eyes. "That is terrible, let me help..."

As the Monk came closer, not only the voice was soft and elegant, the movement was also like a delicate dance, definitely a young and naive person was a hidden inside the Tengai.

As closer the Monk went , the woman before seemed more and more astounding, until the reflexion of something metálic in her hand cathed the Monk attention.

"...You"

A soft bresse pased between both chaeacters.

The Monk with a Swift movement took the woman wrist that had her hand with what it looked like a kunai and with the same swiftness put her arm behind her back, to the woman surprise.

"SO now, My friend what made you kill those soldiers of Lord Imagawa?"

The woman passed her suprise took the question with relative calm

"I didnt know that the Komusō where taking the táctics of the Ikko Ikki, but You know, when a woman like me has to face dificulties like these three or how do I put this sweetly, a extranger in a mask...well"

Sudenlly the woman crashed her head against the closest part of her captor making the Tengai fall from it's user. The Monk stepped back and ended up in a defence position.

Dark hair moved with she brezze pasing by.

The young woman inhaled deeply first before restoring her calm and confident smirk

"A woman...and I thought I have seen everything" she whispered almost for herself.

"What about that?" Jirō asked while she returned to an active pose and showing a assertive smile.

And with that both Charged against the other.

Some years later

Summer Nights in linoya castle we're warm, but tolerable

"Auntie Jirō, when I grow older , I want to be as firence as You" he stoped a little bit with a tiene of doubt and look at her. "Do You think the Tokugawa will accept me?"

Li Naotora kindly smile to the boy as he claim his desiree, she knew he Will be doing an exelentee job but still, those words only Made her anxienty grow a little bit this time, time was flying, in two or tree years his little love, that cute and shy boy would be sent to be a New retainer. While the young lord of the Tokugawa was somehow like her an knew how to suvrive and was less sadistic than her late Lord Imagawa, there was something in him that Made her reflect the same coutesy he always showed. Her baby boy surely will have a hard time if he still show that true heart.

"Lady Naotora a message for you" a voice sound behind the paper door, silk and alluring sound, yet she knew better.

"Toramatsu, dear, You are already strong enough I know You will impress everyone, but right now I think your lessons are over. Go, rest and we Will ser each other in the morning." The boy bow and prepare to go

"Please come in" she order to the messenger , subelty taking a short knife and preparing one of her common work smile with the idea of who she was going to see.

A beautifull women with brown hair entered the room and Made a respectfull bow for both of her audience, but hold for a little more time the boy, who started to get red by the gase he was reciving.

They were interrumped by the lady of the Castle who michevelus smirking the boy tease him.

"Really this weather is warm, darling You are turning a little blushed, go to rest now"

The boy almost rush of the room with a little bit clumpsy steps.

"Yuki, it's your estartegy to distract me with that tea color of yours...I mean in your hair"

"You didnt like it? Silly me I tought You will be having the same taste as that young son of yours, having You following me with Your gaze always send me shivers" the woman now silver Blonde spoke sweetly with a mischive smirk in her face.

"Anyway, I Will not take much of Your time, tell the little Tanuki boy that Iga is interested in his proposition" after handeling the other woman a scroll she take two steps back and gray smoke start to surround her but before she could do more Naotora had reach for her wrist again. She turn sofly and with care and quicky took a look.

"This time You didnt have to face anykind of dificulties"

"Well as You Say Even here the weather is warm, not many pose the energy in those actions" Yuki avert the eyes of her wrist.

"True, Care for a drink? It's still a early midnight.

Notes:

A) Azukizaka was part of Mikawa province, but also this territoy helds at least 3 mayor Battles. The first two we're Imagawa clan vs Oda Clan, the first one was a Víctory for Nobunaga father Oda Nobuhide, but the second one Imagawa defeated Nobuhide in the Second Battle of Azukizaka and continued to expand his territory until 1560, when he faced Nobunaga and was killed in the Battle of Okehazama.

B) Li Naotora ( 1530?- 1583)was a daimyō of the Sengoku period. She was the daughter and only child of Ii Naomori, the eighteenth head of their clan. She was primarily the head of Ii clan and retainer of the Imagawa clan, because of her efforts, Ii Naotora becomes a daimyō and received the title "Female Landlord". After the Imagawa clan killed several members of the Ii clan, Naotora became one of the last survivors, She adopted Naochika's daughter and son, Takase and Ii Naomasa. Naotora secured Naomasa's future successful career when he succeeds her. She managed a small province that was surrounded by some of the most powerful clans of its time, Matsudaira, Takeda and Imagawa. WEN she was young ir was Say that her name was Jirō Hoshie.

C) The komusō were a group of Japanese mendicant monks of the Fuke school of Zen Buddhism who flourished during the Edo period of 1600–1868.(I know we are in 1500 but probably they we're there but not that popular. Also I took the liberty to Say a woman could use the store, not really sure) Komusō were characterized by a straw bascinet (a sedge or reed hood named a tengai) worn on the head, manifesting the absence of specific ego but also used for being able to travel incognito.

D) Li Naomasa (March 4, 1561 – March 24, 1602): also know as the cute one in Ieyasu's route. Was a general under the Sengoku period daimyō, and later shōgun, Tokugawa Ieyasu.He is regarded as one of the Four Guardians of the Tokugawa along with Honda Tadakatsu, Sakakibara Yasumasa, and Sakai Tadatsugu.

E)Chapatsu literally "tea hair" in the Japanese language, is a style of bleaching (and occasionally dyeing) hair. This fashion started i'm 1990 aprox, but at least in this fiction i Will use it. In anciebt times people use plants and henna. In the 1661 book Eighteen Books of the Secrets of Art & Nature, various methods of coloring hair black, gold, green, red, yellow, and white are explained.