#i think i need to make a general disclaimer for all my fanfiction

[riggadybambdoondah]

The perpetual dichotomy of "I want people to be good and do good things" and "I want to read about characters committing horrific acts" does things to my soul that I can't seem to articulate

[fangdokja]

MASTERPOST

Jesus Appreciation + Male Yanderes + Dead Dove + Psychological

♡ Side Blog - Devil's Antagonist

♡ Current Polls.

Guess My Type! 🤔✨ (And no, I won’t confirm if you’re right.)

"Which unhinged fictional menace am I most like? 💀✨"

Who did I accidentally marry in my Wattpad fanfic arc? 📚💔

Preface

♡ Dedication. I love Jesus Christ. Without Him, and my husband, I would’ve longed killed myself. I dedicate my everything to my God, including my blog, books, etc.

♡ Dark Content. Yeah, I write dark content; but it’s because it makes me cherish the light more since I know darkness intimately. Just shows that I need Jesus and my husband all the more. In fact, I wouldn’t be able to write any of this or do anything without God and my husband. So, this isn’t just my work alone. If you want to learn more on why I write dead dove content, read here.

♡ Disclaimer. And just because I write this doesn't mean I condone such behavior. I genuinely enjoy writing dark fudged up shiz. It's therapeutic for me. As weird as it is, I can NEVER relate to "happy" stories, fluff and slice-of-life seems like a fantasy to me.

♡ I love my husband. I love spending time with my God and my husband. I'm hardcore simp, lol. Whenever I write, I always think of my husband for example, it helps me write a lot.

♡ BEFORE entering, please read this. GENERAL RULES + REQUEST RULES

♡ Dead Dove + Mature Content. Due to the nature of my content, please read responsibly (with a mature mindset)! Welcome and please enjoy my blog! God bless!

♡ Favorite Bible Book. Lamentations 3:1-2 : “I am the man who has seen affliction by the rod of the LORD’s wrath. He had driven me away and made me walk in darkness rather than light;”

All 11 Masterlists:

♡ IMPORTANT. I'm honestly unsure what Tumblr bans when it comes to sexual content and gore in writing. So, just in case, please follow or save the sites: the author's official website or Ao3, so the content you read doesn't get banned nor lost.

♡ A Letter to my Readers. To my readers, especially if you're the weird one who actually reads God's Protagonist,

♡ 🎁. Available for Reader Requests. Make sure to read the RULES! If you made a request and want to see if it was approved / current status, please look HERE. ♡ 🔞. NSFW / extremely explicit themes (non-con, sexual torture, dangerous edge play, degradation, humiliation, BDSM, etc.) ♡ Blog Design Tips. Want to learn graphic design for your blogs and fics? HERE.

♡ For Reader-Inserts. I only write Male Yandere x Female (Fem.) Reader (heterosexual couple). No LGBTQ+:

♡ Masterlists Order. The following works are arranged by order of writing priority:

Light in the Abyss: A Jesus Journey

♡ Light in the Abyss. Want a break from all the dark content or even life in general? Here's some Jesus comfort from the One who loves you more than anyone or anything else ever will :))

🔞God's Protagonist

♡ God's Protagonist. If you want the most tragic, taboo, trauma-inducing, grimdark epic story. And, my #1 project, as I'm using all my current books to hone my skills and eventually polish and work on this extremely long epic.

🎁A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology

♡ A Heart Devoured. The middle ground of all the books, can be be a light or dark read, depending on what reader insert story you pick. Also available for original yandere (OC’s) requests.

Request Rules Fandom and Characters

🎁World Ablaze (WA): For You, I'd Burn the World.

♡ World Ablaze. The second lightest read in the blog featuring yandere anime, manga, manhwa, and video game characters; as well as, the ONLY book readers can make fanfiction requests to.

Request Rules Fandom and Characters

🔞Forbidden Fruits (FF): Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.

♡ Forbidden Fruits. If you want an erotic, taboo, dark Yandere series featuring anime, manhwa, video games, etc. characters.

🎁Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Whispers In The Dark. If you want the lightest read in the blog featuring short form content such as headcanons, drabbles, and snippets of light yandere content from both original and fandom yanderes.

Request Rules Fandom and Characters

The Red Ledger (TRL): Stained in Lust, Written in Blood.

♡ The Red Ledger. For short non-con smut easy to digest and read during travel times or busy days as breaks.

Her Hell, His Heaven (4H): Pain is a Love Language.

♡ Her Hell, His Heaven. This is a canon-divergent fanfiction exclusively featuring Various! Yandere! Characters x Original Character. Characters included are those I have NEVER written for in any of my reader inserts and other books.

Ink & Insight (I&I): From Dead Dove to Daydreams.

♡ Ink & Insight. The writer's essential to fictional writing, no matter what genre you may be in. Though, if you're a dark content writer, then you're in for a treat.

Yandere Psychology: A Comprehensive Taxonomy of Obsessive and Possessive Love

♡ Yandere Psychology. For the extreme writers, analysts and yandere enthusiasts.

Zero-Triggers Library

♡ Zero-Triggers. If you want manhwa, manga, novel recommendations.

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Current January Schedule for New Content or Reblogs:

Sunday - World Ablaze

Monday - World Ablaze

Tuesday - A Heart Devoured

Wednesday - Whispers In The Dark

Thursday - A Heart Devoured

Friday - Forbidden Fruits

Saturday - Forbidden Fruits

♡ Whispers In The Dark. This book does not have a consistent or set schedule, because of its shorter form content. Usually, the author uses this as idea generation and non-con smut writing practice. Unlike, the usual works, this requires less planning for long form content. Thus, it can be updated DAILY compared to other works.

♡ Ink & Insight. This book does not have a consistent or set schedule, as it's similar to an author creating journal entries, alongside spearheading a continuous learning process for self-development of its readers.

♡ Favorite Yanderes to Write. Scar (WuWa), Granger (MLBB), Geshu Lin (WuWa), Isagi Yoichi (BL), Itoshi Sae (BL)

♡ Most challenging Yanderes for me to write. ANY ISTJ, Itto, maybe other dumb yanderes, anything criminal investigation (very fun but also challenging).

Additional Content: ♡ About Me Contact Me Art Gallery (Tumblr) ♡ Memes / Miscellaneous

Characters I relate to, but not limited to:

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Traditional Publishing: (Future plans)

Official Art: (Future plans)

Manhwa / Manga: (Future plans)

Disclaimer: If it's not AI generated, most artwork does not belong to me. However, I'm the one incorporating edits and my own graphic designs into the images to fit the story.

[viivenn]

making an important announcement about some things i’ve noticed in the gwendoline christie fandom that really bug me.

disclaimer: read this at your own convenience and discretion. i am not responsible for any sort of hurt feelings and frankly… i don’t care. if you’re mad about this, you are probably the problem. /lh

to start with id like to begin on a positive note so that i’m not diving into negativity, i don’t want to be completely negative about my experiences because i’ve actually met some of the kindest people in the world through this fan base.

the gwen fandom, the gwandom, the gwendoline christie fandom , the lesbian cesspool, has been an incredible experience that i’m grateful i’ve had the pleasure of being apart of.

i went through a rough patch during november, and if i hadn’t found out about gwen, or met such wonderful people during my time here , i honestly wouldn’t be here right now. i owe my life to these people, gwen included. i will forever adore miss christie and what she stands for alongside the friends i’ve made along the way.

and while i know someday this hyperfix will end, it’s really disheartening to me when a fandom is what makes me grow distant from things i enjoy. it happened before, i feel as though it is happening all over again.

and no, i’m not taking issue with anything like the catrissa stuff or the brienne and larissa ship going around or anything like that. i like that we can all be weird together and enjoy aus like catrissa and crackships like bririssa (not sure the official name that was decided lol). my issue is the amount of content i’ve seen that either focuses on gwen herself, or the strange relationship with minors, or the odd artwork of gwen, and the absolute disgusting behaviour towards giles.

gwen would be absolutely appalled seeing fanfictions of herself that involve nsfw or just her in general, anyone would, it’s disgusting to make works of real people in that setting. it’s like you’re treating them as an original character you can mould and manipulate as you see fit and using someone who is real with thought and feeling and consciousness for smut fics is not okay, or any fic in general. i totally get the hype around her characters, i literally have “brienne’s princess” in my bio and i’ve had “jane murdstone’s bloodbag” (in reference to my vamp au) as a name in a discord server.

but i think the fandom has begun to blur the lines between fictional characters and reality settings when it comes to gwen and the personalities she portrays on the television screen. it’s not fair to her. it’s disgusting. i’ve seen a minor do it, i’ve seen a grown adult do it. it’s something i don’t see shamed and frowned upon often enough and it’s really not okay.

on that note i’d like to quickly mention the photos, we alllll know what photos i’m talking about. the bunny one, the nudes, the ones gwen has expressed regret towards and wishes to not have them spread. was there not a “fan” who brought her a book of her nudes and wanted her to sign it? that person who was blocked on instagram by gwen because they reposted her nudes on their story and tagged her???? how can you refer to yourself as a fan after behaving so abhorrently? absolutely disgusting behaviour. as a collective fandom we need to stop touching those photos (metaphorically speaking) and leave them in the past.

i’ve been told of numerous circumstances in which adults have shown their nsfw works to minors in this fandom and it has to fucking stop. it’s disgusting!! how can you do that knowingly? i constantly ponder terminating my account after a minor got ahold of my nsfw work, and upon realising they WERE a minor it was as simple as blocking and moving on. it’s truly not that hard, folks. and the minors on tiktok who fight with others saying silly things like “that’s my wife” or worse. i’ve seen it all, i feel like, and the more i see it the more sick i become. i cannot stand it.

i have seen and heard of fans who have fat shamed gwen for that one pink dress she wore to the met gala. she looked so happy in that dress, and the audacity one must have to fatshame that poor woman on twitter then turn around and continue to proclaim your ‘love for her’ as if you’d done no wrong? are you fucking serious? are you mental?

and the sexualisation over the porcelain doll look, gods some of you are sick. those were not real breasts, people. considering the fact she wholeheartedly regrets her nude photoshoots , what possesses you to believe she would actually flaunt her chest in that outfit?

the blatant mistreatment of poor giles is not fucking okay either. just because you’re jealous of someone who makes her immensely happy does not give you the right to post something so vile and cruel about him. shame on you. why do you believe this is okay to post:

????????

are you serious? have any of you stopped to consider how HAPPY giles makes her? or is her happiness the last thing you ponder when you look at her? have you even noticed how unhappy she looks lately? have you truly paused to consider how she would feel about seeing this on your page, random twitter user, or the rest of you who think this is okay? bless your hearts.

and some of the absolutely horrific things i’ve seen about her online and the hurtful behaviour towards giles makes me question the difference between a fan and just the general paparazzi. because if you truly loved her and you truly loved giles then i would not be ranting into the fucking void about it for no reason.

i avoid interacting with pages i find problematic on here to keep from stirring the pot but tonight i chose violence and got reeeeeal pissy about how i felt about this place. it’s not okay what i see on here and it’s getting exhausting seeing the same cycle of content on a daily.

that’s everything i have to say, i think. i probably missed a lot that should be discussed in the comments but i’m done for now because i know if i go on i’ll probably cry.

before you post things about real people with real feelings , stop to consider how they will feel those real feelings towards the content you put out. chances are you’ll become less problematic and obnoxious that way. 💘

[kryptonitejelly]

Grease & Tequila - a Flyboy One-shot

Top Gun: Maverick - Jake Seresin x Reader - part of the Flyboy!Universe

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader

Genre: romance; fluff; angst; best friends to lovers

Warnings:  general hangman being hangman; sexual tension; general cursing; will contain mentions of a break up / previous relationship; general use of pet names; fem!reader; pining; general naval / flying inaccuracies; alcohol; being drunk.

Length: One-shot

Summary: Set 5 months pre the Flyboy!era. The one where Jake gets the call that you and Dan have broken up and he has to be on the next plane to New York, now.

Flyboy | Mini-Series Masterlist

(not fully updated as of today, but if you follow / search the tag “flyboy universe” / “flyboy” / “flyboy fic” / “flyboy!jake” on my tumblr you’ll find recent asks / headcannons / blurbs!)

A/N: It’s been a while, and this isn’t all that exciting, but I think it definitely (I hope) sets the scene for Flyboy and helps everything click into place.

DISCLAIMER: all work posted here is purely fanfiction; it does not in any way purport to be an accurate representation of real life or the general workings of any institution.

“Lieutenant,” Admiral Craig’s voice booms out as Jake opens the door to his office. The Admiral waits for Jake to shut the door completely before he starts up again, “I got your last minute absence request.”

“That is correct, Sir,” Jake nods, as he comes to a stand in front of the Admiral’s desk. He stands with his feet hip width apart, hands behind his back, eyes meeting the older man’s.

“Everything okay?” The Admiral asks, his gaze steady on Jake’s. It was rare for a last minute absence request to come across his desk, which meant that when they did - it was usually pressing.

“Just something I need to attend to, Sir.” Jake responds, his mask not slipping, but the Admiral hears the weight behind his words. There is a silence pause between the two men, before the Admiral picks up his pen, signing the bottom of the two sheets of paper before him with a flourish. He was never one to refuse these requests as long as he deemed them legitimate, but he made it a point of looking the requestor in the eye to make his own assessment of the situation before approving them. He didn’t need to know the why, unless it was volunteered by the requestor him/herself, but he needed to know that it wasn’t being abused and Jake Seresin, for all his ego and cockiness, was a dedicated solider. He wouldn’t ask, unless it was absolutely necessary.

“Approved,” the Admiral says simply before passing one of the sheets to Jake. Jake’s mask doesn’t crack, but the Admiral sees a twitch of relief as Jake remembers how to breathe, “Godspeed.”

“Thank you Sir.”

-

Jake shifts irritably in his seat as he waits for boarding to be complete. He had reached out to Grandma Doris’ personal assistant once he had gotten off the phone with you, even before he had submitted his flight request, his text to her was just one sentence, twelve words long - I need to be on the next flight to New York, please. He usually would not have bothered her, but this - this was a pressing situation, he just had to get on that plane. She had, the blessing that she was, gotten hold of two flight options for him, the next flight to New York, and the next next as a backup, both in first class no less, with a simple request to let her know when he needed a flight ticket back from New York.

“May I offer you a hot towel, Mr Seresin?” The stewardess stops beside his seat. Jake shakes his head, offering her a polite half smile.

“No thank you.”

“How about some nuts, or maybe a drink?” She tries again.

“How long more do you think it’ll be till take-off?” Jake’s question is abrupt and she is quiet for a second, slightly taken a back. He isn’t rude, but is, obviously antsy.

“I think another twenty minutes Mr Seresin,” she says as she follows his gaze out of the window.

“Thanks,” is all she gets from Jake as he continues to stare out of the window beside him as if willing take-off to come faster.

-

“Anything else?” The cashier of the fried chicken shop just around the corner from your apartment building asks Jake as he rings up the total on the till.

“That’s all, thanks.” Jake says as he slides his card out of his wallet before tapping it against the screen of the payment machine which is proffered to him.

“Here’s your receipt, please wait on the right.” Jake slides his wallet back into the pocket of his jeans before stepping towards the right. The tequila which he had picked up on his way out of the airport is in his backpack, the shape of the bottle pressed against his back, a reminder that he was just that much closer to what he came to New York for.

-

The ride up the elevators to your apartment is excruciatingly slow, and Jake taps his foot against the ground the whole way up. He hadn’t had to buzz you to let him up, managing instead to catch a couple on their way out and slip into the building - something which he made a mental note of in the back of his mind - perhaps it was time to convince you to move to somewhere with a doorman or concierge for increased safety.

The bottle of tequila is now in one of his hands, and the bag of greasy fried chicken and fries in his other - his remedy for your broken heart. Alcohol, fast food, and well, him. His eyes are fixed on the flashing red numbers as if willing the elevator to go faster. It stops with a ding, and Jake all but runs out.

-

He hears you before he sees you, hears faint noises and shuffling, the unlocking of a separate bolt and a lock before you pull open the door an inch to peer out past the safety chain. His eyes meet yours, and sees your eyes, glassy and red rimmed, no doubt from crying meet yours. The doors shuts fully for a second or two as you undo the safety chain before it is pulled open fully.

Jake takes you in the second the open door reveals you - the red tip of your noise, hair on top of your head in a loose, messy up do, body clad in an oversized t shirt and a pair of loose sweatpants and he feels a funny tug in his chest.

“I thought you might need this,” he says as he holds up the items in his hands. You hold his gaze for a second more, and then it happens, the glossiness in your eyes turn into tears which spill over onto your cheeks as you take a step forward, throwing your arms around Jake’s body, burying your face in his chest. Jake hears, but also feels the sobs that wrack your body against his front and he is quite sure that in that moment, the tug in his chest feels like a earth shattering crack.

“I got you,” he says gruffly, bringing both his hands down around you, while still holding onto both items. His words only intensify the sobs coming from you and all Jake can do is draw you closer.

-

“I’ve never liked him,” Jake snorts as he watches you down yet another shot of tequila. You are both sitting around the coffee table in the floor of your living room, greasy chicken and fries demolished, the open bottle of tequila three quarters gone - with more damage having been exacted on the bottle by you than by Jake. Jake isn’t drunk, but he definitely isn’t sober, which means that neither are you.

“He’s an asshole,” you half shout, your words slurring from the alcohol as you let your self sag backwards, leaning against the sofa before you let yourself droop sideways, your head coming to rest on Jake’s shoulder. Jake shifts, moving his arm around you. It allows you to scoot further into his side, your face turning slightly to rest against the side of his chest. You breathe in his scent, the faint smell of soap, laundry detergent and airplane along with his own natural musk, which wraps around you like home, and you feel Jake’s fingers running themselves soothingly along your arm..

“Say the word, I’ll beat him to a pulp,” Jake says, dropping the side of his cheek against the top of your head, his finger squeezing the top of your arm gently. His tone is light, joking almost - but yet not really. Nevertheless, the thought of Dan facing off against Jake makes you chuckle lowly. Dan was no slob himself, he maintained a decent level of fitness - occasional runs, regular visits to the gym, but he might as well have been one compared to Jake. Dan worked out for aesthetics, but next to Jake, who had worked out for functionality all his life, football, the Navy, Dan paled greatly in comparison.

“He’ll never stand a chance,” you say, amused as you close your eyes. Your head has started to get impossibly heavy, your tongue feels thick from the copious amounts of alcohol running through your system, and you let your head rest heavier on Jake’s chest.

“That’s the idea,” is what Jake says and it makes you giggle this time as you sink yourself further into Jake’s hold, seeking out a comforting, physical closeness. Jake can feel yourself pressing into him.

“C’mere,” he mutters, as the arm he has around you tightens. You feel movement, and Jake is reaching across your body, managing to slip an arm under your legs to pull you onto his lap.

“Jake,” your protest is weak because you don’t put up an ounce of a fight, opting instead to shift along with him so that you are comfortably nested on his lap, your ear against his shoulder, tip of your nose just about brushing the side of his neck, “I’m not a child.”

“Mmm,” Jake simply hums in agreement with your words, both his arms coming to form a loose, protective cocoon around you.

You both sit in a comfortable silence, a haze of alcohol enveloping you both. Truth to be told, the break up, the serial cheating - it all hadn’t come as a surprise to you. You had suspected on many occasions, but it had been easier to ignore and live in denial than to face the truth after 3 years of being with the same person. It had broken you for many reasons, and it still hurt like hell to lose a constant presence with which you had spent the past 3 years with, but you weren’t all that sure it had broken your heart, not when your relationship had been fizzling out for a while and you’ve suspected for months.

“He wasn’t good enough for you, you know,” Jake says as he turns his head slightly, managing to plant a half kiss on the side of your temple.

“You say that with every break up,” you laugh dismissively, “that’s what best friends are supposed to say.”

Your words make Jake frown and he moves himself to move you, making you sit up sideways on his lap so that he can look you in the eye. Your are slightly elevated from being seated on his thigh, and you find yourself staring down, holding his gaze. You slide the palms of your hands past his shoulders to steady yourself.

“They were all not good enough for you,” is what he says, unwavering as he holds your gaze. From your sideways position, you can feel one of Jake’s hands sliding around your back, and coming to rest on your waist, and the other coming to rest loosely across your lap.

“Or maybe I wasn’t good enough for them,” you say with a rueful quirk of your lips, letting yourself drown in alcohol induced post break-up self pity. Your words only make Jake’s brows furrow together, a flash of irritating passing through his eyes. It makes him move the arm hanging across your lap up to cup the side of your face, his thumb brushing the space just below your eye. You let yourself luxuriate in the warm against your cheek, leaning into his hold. You see Jake’s gaze dart from your eyes to your lips, but the fuzziness of your mind doesn’t let you overthink at just how intimate the moment between you both is.

“You are too good for all of them,” is what he says. You see a flash of something in Jake’s eyes, and perhaps if you were sober, it would have been something you could more accurately place, but you can’t.

“I want to go to bed,” you say, your exhaustion suddenly hitting you and you let your eyes close, weight of your head still balancing on Jake’s hand.

“Ok,” is all he says as his thumb continues to move gently across your skin.

“Come with me?” You say, your ask clear, you didn’t want to be alone - it was simple, nothing more, no innuendo and you knew that Jake would understand.

“Ok,” he repeats as he finally drops his arm from your cheek.

-

Jake has a hand behind his head, eyes fixed up on the ceiling of your bedroom. You had fallen asleep the moment your head hit the pillow, no doubt attributable to all the tequila you had ingested, but also a sure sign at just how exhausted you were. He had taken a quick shower, ridding himself of whatever traces of airplane he had left on him, before tugging on the pair of shirt and shorts he had brought along with him and, true to his word - gotten into bed with you. There was no way in hell was he allowing you to wake up alone.

He lets the soft hum of your snores wash over him, and Jake tilts his head down to watch the rise and fall of your body from where it is curled up beside him in a fetal position under the covers. You look at peace, finally - but he can see the sunken skin beneath your eyes, a tell tale sign that not all was well.

“Baby,” he sighs, murmuring to himself, the term of endearment slipping too naturally from his lips, as you shift, your body finding its way a few inches closer to him. He doesn’t hesitate, removing the arm from behind his head to caress the side of your cheek. Your snores stop, turning instead to an sleep exhale of content, and in that moment, it strengthens Jake’s resolve. He feels the gears shift in his brain and chest, feelings that he had kept at bay in the recesses of his mind and heart for months, years, coming to shore. He had spent the past 3 years watching you fumble your way around with Dan, and even more before that with different men that you had dated, but it was enough - fuck that. He was sick of watching them hurt you, breaking your heart when you deserved so, much, more. Jake wasn’t going to let that happen again. The next person you dated was going to be your last, the person you dated, was going to be him.

-

“Text me when you land,” you twist your fingers around, interlocking them with each other as you and Jake stand on the sidewalk outside your apartment, waiting for his car to pull up.

“I will,” he says while watching you twist your fingers together. You weren’t ready for him to leave, and neither was he - ready for himself to leave, but the days since his arrival on Thursday night had blown past, and Sunday had come too soon, “text me whenever you need,” he says as he extends an arm, pulling you sideways into him. His action makes you stumble slightly, and you reach out with a hand, to grab him around his waist.

“I will,” your response is a parrot of his. It had been a great past few days, once you had gotten over the hangover that hit you both, but you harder, on Friday morning. Jake had forced you out of the house for two whole days of everything and nothing - strolls around the city all while forcing you to thread your arm through his, making sure you filled your stomach with an assortment of food, watching bad television together in your apartment. He had filled your space with laughter, familiarity, and physical touch when you needed it most and you weren’t ready for him to leave.

“I’ll miss you,” he says, leaning sideways towards you to brush his lips against the top of your head. Jake lets his lips linger for a second or two, and you let your eyes close - letting yourself be vulnerable, enjoying the moment.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave,” you voice is soft, small almost, the truth of your words both a happy feeling for Jake, but also a stab to his heart.

“I wish I didn’t have to either,” he says gruffly, removing his lips from the top of your head to pull you into a bone crushing full frontal hug. He could see a car approaching from the end of the road, his time with you dwindling now to just mere seconds, “I’ll see you soon,” he says, a statement, not a question as you cling onto him in similar fashion.

“Soon,” you echo, a promise between you both.

-

“So how long are you leaving your girlfriend for?” The driver asks his question conversationally as he pulls away form the sidewalk. Jake’s gaze lingers on you as he raises a hand to wave goodbye. He sees you offer a lopsided smile and a similar wave of your hand.

“I don’t know,” he admits to the driver without much thought, not bothering to correct him. Jake keeps his gaze trained on you until he is no longer able to.

“Hopefully you’ll see her again soon,” is what the driver continues with conversationally, “she looks crushed that you’re leaving.”

“Yeah, hopefully,” is all Jake can say as he settle back into the seat of the cab, his mind far away, his heart still with you.

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MAMMON'S POWER AND ABILITIES

Disclaimer: This is my headcanon, a reference for my the fanfiction and is a repost from my last year's post because there's a lot of changes and additions. This is just inspired from my knowledge of the game and does some stuff to spice up.

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Celestial creatures such as demons in the Devildom and Angels in the Celestial Realm are indeed strong in both magic and strength but have you ever thought on why demons requires to be in a pact with humans or angels needs to be a human's guardian angel?

Because in the human world, they require a mortal host to be able to do certain magic in the human world.

POWER AND ABILITIES:

Even though his magic is powerful than most brothers, he forgets he is because Mammon mostly rely on his physical abilities and luck to get to his daily life. He barely used magic because his physical abilities is already integrated with magic.

He's not good at putting curses because he believes that his karma manipulation is the most deserved curse of all.

LEVEL 01 Abilities: These are passive abilities that demons can do easily that affects human lifestyle.

Sense of Wealthy Luck/ Giving Karma

Despite Mammon not having the best of luck for himself, most of the time he can still be a lucky charm  for mortals. Of course, that depends on what he thinks of that specific mortal. He can make them win lotteries or bankrupt themselves if he so chooses.

Reason: I think it's a nice ability when interacting with humans. Humans seek his luck if they ever summon Mammon.]

Physical Upper Body Strength

[Mammon was a hard worker as an angel and often did labor work in the Celestial Realm; hence , after becoming a demon and being ranked as second in the hierarchy, his hardwork developed into muscle strength which he often used to get out of trouble.]

Reason: He's the second brother that can lift Beel.

Super Speed and Leg Strength

[Mammon is naturally a fast runner. This relates to his ability of Electrokinesis. He will even be faster if Electrokinesis is involved.]

LEVEL 02 Abilities: These are abilities passive abilities that demons can do that is inclined to magic. It may require someone's magical energy.

Master of Electrokinesis

[Associated with Speed, Mammon can manipulate electricity, may it be from existing power lines or from his own hands. He can generate lightning from the sky as well.]

Reason: He's a supposed fast runner so I imagined him as the flash or sonic for the brainrot imagination.

Level 03: These abilities require a lot of magical energy, has to rely on a human's magic and their life. Highly dangerous as this may affect their sanity.

Crow Summoning and Bird Language

[Mammon can summon crows to do his bidding.  He has  thousands of crow familiars in his disposal. He mostly uses them for covering ground and stealing shiny objects.]

Yes he can also speak bird language

Reason: I think it's a very unique skill for him to have. Crows in stories and myths are known to steal shiny objects so it fits. And also the fact that crows with sunglasses that appears with him during the Nightbringer gameplay is a reference that he can.]

Alchemy Knowledge/ Homunculi Knowledge

(Tw: Stuff about death and dark magic)

Although Mammon looks stupid as he looks, he is fairly smart. He created the concept of alchemy because of his interactions with humans since his helpful side as an angel still reflects in him as a demon. 

Mammon can provide knowledge about the makings of the Homunculi but he won’t be the kind of person to just advertise that he can give such information unless desperate measures are needed.

Mammon and the Homunculus (HC)

A homunculus is a form of artificial life created by Alchemy. It is in a form of a human and can be a replacement of someone else. It can serve as a companion, helper or a surrogate child of the creator

If one seeks to summon a homunculus, the required ingredients needed are:

A pact with Mammon

A blood sample or any body part sample of the person that will be the homunculus

If the pact maker wants to have a homunculus child, the blood sample of the pàct maker will do.

An human sized effigy.

The soul or sacrifice of a human (If that person is existing and alive)

The most valuable possession of the future homunculus (For Mammon's keepsake)

Th e longetivity of the homunculus will vary depending on how valuable the offered possession is.

WISH/GIFTS THAT MAMMON WILL GIVE TO HUMANS AS A DEMON:

LUCK. Depends on how you treat him. If he likes you, you will be very lucky, if he is pissed at you, you’re lucky to be alive but saved by happy accidents, if he really doesn't like you, bankruptcy. (I'd like to think Mammon is the literal RNG God that will control your gacha wins.//hit.)

FLIGHT. Mammon can offer different style of flight transportation, may it be using crows or have you sprout his Bat-like demon wings.

THE GIFT TO ATTAIN INTELLECTUAL DESIRES. He answers to humans who seek desires such as power, authority, knowledge, and wealth in exchange for life or any materialistic value.

[pinguwrites]

Kinktober 2023 | Day Six — Jonathan Crane + impact play, femdom

Pairing -> sub!jonathan crane x dom!reader

Warnings -> smut (minors dni), edging, riding, ball slapping, slapping in general, dacryphilia, reader's kinda cruel, female orgasm, orgasm denial, degredation

KINKTOBER 2023 MLIST

Disclaimer: The Dark Knight Trilogy characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

In the heat of your anger, you removed his belt, delighting in the way his face melted into an expression of panic as he squirmed away from you. You gave him a swift spank to the balls. “Fuck!” He gave a strangled cry, throwing his head back onto the pillow. “Owww.”

“What did we say about respect, Jon?” 

Tears spilled out of his pretty blye eyes. He sniffled, his lower lip trembled. “T-that I needed to respect you. Because you own me.” He said this all in a wobbly voice, like at any moment he was going to burst into sobs and bury his face in your chest — which if you said he was allowed to, he probably would.

“And what did you earlier today?”

“I flirted with other women,” he sniffled. “I told my colleagues you were my bitch.” There was a red hue on his cheeks, and he was looking away. “But I didn’t mean it! I just wanted you to punish me, to use me! I’m your toy, you know that.”

You spanked him again.

 “Hnghh — be nice!”

“Be nice?” you repeated, your tone low and dangerous. “Why should I be nice when you’ve been a such an ass?”

Jonathan’s lips formed a pout. “I’m being good now.”

“No you’re not. Good boys take what their mistresses give them.”

You brushed his belt over his face and gave him a hard slap across the cheeks. He whined and turned his head into the pillow, not wanting another one. His cheek was turning bright red, and the leather mark of the belt was starting imprint on his skin.

“You know what?” you decided, and Jonathan finally looked up. “You have been a good boy, I think I’ll give you a reward, but you have to promise to keep your hands on my clit, and to not thrust up. Can you do that?”

Jonathan nodded eagerly and spread his leg like a desperate slut. “Yes, yes, yes.”

You wet his cock with your pussy, grinding on it slowly. Jonathan whined at the teasing, but controlled his hip movements and didn’t complain, starting to rub you clit with his fingers.

When you finally sunk down on him, he let out a happy sigh, his movements pausing. You stopped, angry at his inability to follow orders, but before you could grab the belt he started rubbing again, pushing his fingers through your folds. 

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologized quickly. “Got distracted.”

“I don’t want excuses.”

Jonathan blushed, his other cheek — the one you didn’t hit — turning red as well. He was so beautiful like this. Dark hair tousled, naked and marked with your bruises. This was truly his calling. He was meant to be your bratty whore.  

You started bouncing, moaning in pleasure. You circled your hips on his, reveling in the sweet whimpers that poured out of his mouth. He was tossing and turning, desperately trying to keep himself in control. He didn’t want to do anything that would make you upset, and possibly prolong his pleasure.

“Augh, don’t stop,” he pleaded.

You grinned. Sure, Jon.

Once you were both close to the edge, you felt it. Jonathan had starting thrusting.

He couldn’t control himself, and you knew he wouldn’t be able to, especially not when you teased him for so long. Despite all his talk of how he wasn’t like other men, how he was a scientist not ruled by the desires of humanity, you knew, and so did he, that once you got him in the right mindset, he was nothing but a pussy-driven man, hungry for your touch and body.

Jonathan didn’t even seem to notice his mistake. He kept thrusting up, skin slapping against skin, chasing his own release with frevor.

“Don’t come before me,” you ordered.

He nodded, closing his eyes. He started to rub your clit more vigorlosuly, wanting the release of climax to come sooner. When you finally let out a whimper, coming on his cock, he let out a sigh of relief. 

“Oh, fuck, need this so bad—”

You pulled off of him before he could finish his sentence.

It took a moment for him to realize what you did.

“Puh-pleaseeeee!”

He sat up, arms wrapping around your waist. He was truly sobbing now, you would have to get him a napkin for his nose later. “I need you. I need you!”

You grabbed his chin. He was getting on your nerves. “Shut up! I thought you were a good boy.”

“I am,” he whimpered. “It’s just  . . .” he trailed off, not knowing what to say. 

Seeming to accept his fate, he lowered himself back down on the bed, watching with a frown as you grabbed his belt again. He finally figured it out — the best way to get what he wanted was to obey.

“Ready?” you asked with a cruel grin.

He nodded, still crying, closing his eyes as he braced for the impact.

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[reiderwriter]

Thoughts on unsub spencer reid fics?

Hi! I'm not sure if you wanted more of a general answer or meant this as a headcanon or gen request, so I'm just going to go purely on vibes and answer this as a question.

Spencer as an Unsub - Thoughts

Disclaimer: Anything negative said here is absolutely not an insult towards any specific writer or fic. I don't really read unsub Reid fics, due to facts I'm about to get into, so I'm really not knowledgeable enough to be throwing shade 💀 This is personal opinion!

I personally would need a lot of convincing to believe in an "unsub" Spencer Reid.

In Criminal Minds, it's clear from very early into the show that Spencer is very empathetic with certain unsubs. The entire team have their own types of cases that they get more personally involved in (Morgan and cases involving child victims, JJ and apparent suicides, Emily and quote unquote battered women cases) but Spencer is the only one whose personal attachment to cases leaves him empathising with the unsub instead of the victim.

He's the only member of the team who could have seen himself committing violent acts the way unsubs do had his life veered down a different path. And, based on Spencer's background and the psychology of the show, he's probably right to be concerned.

He's a white male, at the peak of the show in his mid to late thirties, with a background of abuse and a family history of mental illness. By season four, we know he's highly skilled with a gun, and by season 12/13, we see that he can be pushed to violence when he is at the very edge of his limitations.

And then they make his character so intrinsically moral that you never question him ever again.

To a certain extent, Criminal Minds is about the perpetual cycles of abuse that human kind can inflict upon itself. Many of the unsubs were once victims, some of them perhaps still are. The heroes of the story are characters who have been able to break the cycle.

Spencer is neglected as a child. He has an absent father abandon him, a mother with schizophrenia who does physically beat him when she is having an episode. He is bullied heavily in school for his high IQ and his lack of social skills. But he is shown to deeply care for him mother and empathise with her deeply instead of coming to resent her like many of the unsubs in that situation. He resents his father, for sure, but instead turns that resentment into drive, leading him to "just keep getting more PhDs." And his personal experiences with bullying allow him to empathise with the unsubs that have gone through similar circumstances.

So I don't think canonically, Spencer is ever in danger of becoming an unsub. He deeply cares about the world and the people around him, and whilst he does have a kill count on the show, he either expresses deep remorse at having to oull the trigger, or it is in the best interest for everyone involved.

Basically, all that to say: I think Unsub Spencer Reid in fanfiction has to be written incredibly carefully, or it runs the risk of being very out of character. To be clear, I'm not too bothered about characters being slightly out of character in fics because it happens. I've probably written a lot of stuff where Spencer is OOC, too. And that's fine.

I do kind of draw the line at grabbing random unsub traits from the show and giving them to Spencer for a fic. For example, Spencer would never end up as a sexual sadist. He probably wouldn't be a spree killer, either. Not that anyone wants my writing advice, but if you're writing an unsub Spencer fic, think about his background and the profiles they generally give for the kind of signature/ crimes you're about to give him.

If this was a request, I apologise for the misunderstanding. But here's a little hint at what I might do with a general "unsub Reid" request.

☆ It would most likely take place after the events of Season 12/13.

☆ It's angst or nothing.

☆ The basic plot: Reid's headaches come back after taking a blow in the field. He tries seeking help for it but can't find any relief. On his next case, because of his chronic pain, he makes a mistake that gets his teammate, the reader, shot. The unsub escapes, but the reader falls into a coma. When it looks like reader is not going to pull through, he tracks down the unsub and beats his to death after a brawl. Massive overkill. The reader pulls through that night, and he feels no guilt for getting that monster off the street. But each time the readers health takes a turn, or they require a new surgery, he is compelled to go back out there and track down and kill another serial killer until the reader finally wakes up.

☆ I don't think it'd be very well received because there would be no morally grey smut. This is some tragic angst shit only, lmao.

☆ please don't put a request for this in my inbox. If I feel like writing it later, I might, I don't have the brain power right now, though 💀

That's all I've got right now, but I'd love to hear other people's thoughts on unsub Reid :)

[great20sworld]

LIVING THE DREAM

A Viktor x Reader fanfiction

Author's note: Chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6 chapter 7, chapter 8, chapter 9 and chapter 10 are available in my Tumblr page along with summary.

⚠️ Content warning ⚠️: Depictions of pain, gore and syringes.

⚠️ Disclaimer ⚠️: Emphasis on Science Fiction and not Science Fact. All intended for literary purposes.

Chapter 11: Of Cupcakes and Crystals

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“And…Fire!” Jayce shouts the command.

You pulled the lever, making the charged metallic strips pulled back by springs, spring forward connecting with the huge circular ring in the centre, the arcs of azure dancing along it's circumference, as the charges whizz past the right and left coils towards the collision point.

“Approaching collision point…” Sky calls out, her eyes shining behind the heavily tinted goggles with anticipation. “Viktor…!”

“Got it!” Viktor says back to her, hands deftly turning knobs and adjusting levers to stretch apart the springs coiled to calibrate the energy pulses.

“Ow! Too fast, too fast!” You say, as the heat waves emanating from the lever you were supposed to control makes it scaldingly hot. You pull away your hands, shaking it and blowing in it, lightly burned.

“Oh sorry! Forgot the rheostat coils!” Jayce sends a sheepish grin your way, before pushing the block on the rheostat to maximum extent, giving it maximum length. The charges start to dissipate, the sparks glowing along the rim with more stability than the previous attempt, making the ring glow blue, as you regret your decision in peeking out of your goggles.

“Now! Now!” Sky says frantically to Viktor who cranks up the brass dials to maximum intensity, and then all eyes turn to the ring with anticipation.

The pen which stood at the point of collision of the two charges rattled as the metal which it was situated upon thrummed with the sheer energy coursing towards it- it's metallic grip shining, reflecting its approaching doom- unaware of how much anticipation bubbled within the four sets of gazes directed towards it. The collision occurs, a soft fizzle spluttering from the point where charge meets ink and the faint smell of burnt metal fills the air, the space in which the pen stood completely empty except for the burn marks on the metal, splatters of shards of small metallic parts with ink stains in the surroundings. The dials of the mechanical gauges pulled back to zero almost instantly, the hum of machinery quietening down to a murmur as you pull back the lever, disappointment etched in your face.

“See, it doesn't work that way…” Jayce says, removing his goggles and looking your direction, as he makes his way towards you and Viktor and Sky descends from their stations.

“It… I don't know, that's generally how subatomic particles function, it's supposed to run through the pen…” you scratch the back of your head, trying somehow to refresh your memory of the particle accelerator enhancements back in your earth.

“Subatomic?” Jayce says incredulously. “Sorry, but may I remind you that electron is as far as it goes.” He smirks.

“No! It isn't! There is stuff that makes up the electrons!” You argue, waving your hand.

How would a man from this world ever understand?

“We've tried this twice- and now you owe Viktor a new pen.” Jayce says, pointing at the splintered remains of what used to be a normal pen.

“Atleast we learnt how to dissipate the charges without making any explosions!” Viktor says, approaching Jayce and patting him on the shoulder. “And while I do need a new pen, I think we could give Y/N one more chance- I think there's something to it.” He shakes his head towards the ring.

“Did we isolate the circuitry correctly? Made enough room?” He turns to Sky, who was cleaning out the dials which has splattered remains of ink on it.

“I checked it, and yes, we did. This time.” Sky offers helpfully, handing him a the circuit diagrams. You move towards Viktor, peering over his shoulder to look at the diagrams as he held it out for you.

“M-maybe the collision energy was off by some nanovolts, maybe the pressure was off? There's so many things…!” You tap at the corresponding depictions on paper as you speak.

“We checked those last time- are you sure you didn't get these from a science fiction text rather than a science text?” Jayce questions again, raising his brow at you, but there's no malice behind it, just the lilt of a teasing remark. You huff in response, shoulders tense.

“Anything is possible, right?” The soft voice of reason chimes from between you, smiling lightly at his partner. “If hextech can have bizarre proerperties, why is the prospect of it teleporting things so far fetched?”

“I don't know Vik…” Jayce sighs softly.

“Let's just see.” Viktor settles, defending you.

Almost three weeks had passed since you started working with your new partners, as Viktor's new assistant, progress was rapid, even the most miniscule of discoveries such as the crystal’s containment and charge extraction being counted as new feats in the eyes of the academy and in the eyes of the professor who watches over his students like an inventor over a ticking time bomb- with contained fear yet dangerous anticipation. Over the days, you found little sources of delight in working alongside your “fictional” idols, Sky being one whom you could relate to the most.

She was dedicated and excellent in keeping track of instruments in the lab, and taking readings- making her fantastic in the process of checking up on everything else other than the core process so that nothing explodes. You almost revered her sense of patience when Viktor and Jayce sometimes went overboard with dancing around the lines of lab safety. However, she was more than fine with cleaning up the mess, remaking gently that her own pet projects in bio-engineering fields would be greatly benefitted from this.

Your role was comically crucial, in the best way possible. Making what seemed to be wild claims to their ears, but with a certain glint in your eyes, prompting them to do as you say. However, those “wild claims” most of the times were proven true by experimentation which leads to further instances of them seeking out your bold claims. When you weren't making bold claims (when the lingering sense of caution catches up to you), you find yourself working alongside Sky as Viktor and Jayce worked in the frontlines.

In those moments, as your eyes wander towards what happened before you, your mind tries to convince you that what captivated you incessantly were the towering ornate windows of the lab, mind claiming that its architecture made the sunlight streaming in through it look like a golden waterfall was what attracted you- and not the absolute paragon of the lab with his side to you, hunched over whatever new circuitry that needed enhancements, graceful features slightly pressured within facial muscles as concentration weighed down on them, dark auburn hair tangled softly in long fingers which absentmindedly ran through them every once in a while.

Sometimes boyish, sometimes sober and sometimes with barely contained glee, his smiles captivated you to no end, as you wonder how a man managed to look carefree and sagely simultaneously. Your hands would slow down on whatever task it was occupied with as your gaze follows his, until something makes him tilt his pretty head in your direction, making you throw your gaze pointedly to the task back at hand.

When he stands next to you, pointing out something or making slight quips about your work, your mind lingers trying to clutch at whatever it could from him, leaving you wondering what his delicate hands would do to guide you through the work, craving laughs in the sound of that voice. Left you to blissfully smile to yourself stupidly after making sure no one beheld your pining. Eyes following him with...

No. Not pining.

Just admiration. Respect- yes. You reassure yourself.

Viktor would be the first person to greet you in the lab early morning, his home being in the academy itself as he served more purposes there and your memory didn't fail to register his handwritten comments over your English notes (compared to his, Jayce's and sometimes Sky's scribbles in a language you regarded as gibberish for your eyes) improving or referring to them in English as well, or the times when he would leave books in your table which you had referred to in passing while rambling about research and even catch him making an extra cup of coffee early in the morning which shows up at your desk as he takes his.

The light was probably playing tricks on you because why did it seem like his gaze stayed on the back of your head when you turn?

“Teleportation is possible if we quantum tunnel those particles from our current station to the desired location.” You say to him, back at the present.

“If we rip apart the molecules and atoms of the said object, wouldn't it be destroyed, even when reassembled would it be with life?” Viktor questions.

You go silent, your lips slightly pouting.

He chuckles and Jayce shakes his head.

“I think we all deserve a break.” Jayce says finally, taking the clipboard from Viktor's hands and putting them away on his table. “Maybe let's all go out and have tea to clear our heads.”

“Sure. I know a good cafe nearby…” Viktor says, which rings bells in your head. Oh you were supposed to be there today- Gina had helped you with learning baking a few days ago, and she expected you to do a follow up soon. You didn't want to disappoint her.

“Eh, yes, I too had something coming up…” you laugh awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck. “I promise I’ll be right back after you guys get back from your break.” Viktor nods, giving you permission to leave. “Don't forget to sign the register.” He reminds you.

“I won't!” You say quickly before turning to the door, giving Sky a little wave and vanishing out of the lab. You were glad you mentioned working at a second job (though you didn't specify which) to Viktor so that complications could be avoided.

After you left, Jayce removed his lab coat. “So you were saying?” He smiles at Viktor.

“Ah yes, I said I know a place very close to your old laboratory.” Viktor confirms before he, Sky and Jayce start to tidy up before leaving.

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Blown to bits at the core of his own sanctuary, the flesh clinging to the bones of his face, wet bandages clad over them creating a rough resemblance of a discernible face as his gaze skittered over the tanks filled with purple poison. Singed was no stranger to the acrid fumes of sickening chemicals and faint metallic tang of blood. He had managed to escape multiple chem spills, and managed to avoid many in his own accord as the eye of Zaun commands him to. To think a random explosion from one of the scuffles broke free from the restraints of the forging area where Silco fought Vander and took most of his hard work and his face along with it was mildly infuriating.

The rusted metal table which functioned as whatever the moment called for it to, held captive a humongous man, strapped to its cold surface with wires and leathers. It was not Singed's intentions, but he has learnt to accept that the more pain a subject has, the more it struggled for life; life which was wasted in his laboratory. Thus he did not desire it. However, the subject at hand was not related to anything he deemed an improvement, or a necessity.

Oh, how he hated distractions.

The thrashing around from the human in the metal desk was getting rougher, fear etched into every crevice of his scarred face- mirrors in his mind reflecting his past agony in this very same lab. The blue gem which was thrown at him while he was fighting the woman had lead to him plummeting down to pain, as he wished to get evaporated in the next fight, if he were to loose. Any ill fate was better than this.

Singed approaches the table, a syringe filled with purple agony at hand, expression unreadable under the bandages pulled over his face and layers of cloth covering the mouth area. The man didn't need to see his face in order to start screaming.

"The less you move, the better." An uncaring cold scientist's words, ringing like thousand screams in the man's ear. Lucky were the ones already gone.

The clinical voice says, as the syringe enters the man's already purplish veins with a soft pop, trickling the contents of it in thick streams into his body, gutteral screams emanating from the throat of the tortured.

"Tame the demons within at your will."

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“Is this much sugar even necessary?”

You ask Gina who was holding in a laugh as she faces your apron wrapped, covered in batter countenance. It would've been better for her if she hadn't let you work in the environment of a kitchen where you struggled to keep up with her expertise and art of baking, yet she found something adorably endearing in moments like these when you stuck around, however ridiculously amateur your skills in baking were.

Your incredulous stares, overly concentrated face at the rising yeast, absolutely poor baking puns and laughter synchronizing with hers made her feel lighter. The influx of difficult customers, keeping tabs on the cash register, dirty dishes that didn't seem to end and many more undesirables which came packaged along with her passion of baking were still there- ever present. However, with you, it didn't seem to bother her that much- as if the demon lost its horns and fangs.

She would never let her soft heart full of friendliness sweet as her pastries flutter about you outwardly, but its existence is made evident in her presence next to you.

From your side, you adored her company, and knew that she would feel guilty in keeping you in her cafe if she found out you work in the high priority glittering hextech department now. So, you keep your mouth sealed about the matter.

“You have no idea how bland it would be if you didn't add that much- I mean it's the kind of product that matters.” She smiles, as she restocks the front shelves of red velvet cakes.

“I’m going to get diabetes.” You groan.

“Oh? I didn't hear that when you ate my sweetest cupcakes this morning!” she chuckles, “working with them is what gives you diabetes?” you carefully stifle a chuckle.

Suddenly, the bell on top of the entrance dings and Gina quickly stands up, going to greet new customers in the front as you resume your work in the kitchen as she said.

“Hello there, welcome!” You could hear her cheery voice from the kitchen as you struggled to hold the bowl still as you whisked the mixture inside it, but what she says next makes you almost drop it.

“Oh hi, Viktor! You're early…and you brought friends!”

What are they doing over here?!

Oh wait, you were in a cafe. As a temporary Baker. You mentally facepalm.

Continuing to do whatever you were doing, but slower so that you could hear the voices of your friends from the other room, ordering their food and chatting away with Gina and each other. You hoped they wouldn't come to the kitchen. Compared to Gina who managed to look absolutely lovely even after spending hours baking and managing her store, you looked like you were hit by a hurricane of baking products, and you had only managed to bake one batch of the cupcakes, with yellow frosting over them. By this time Gina would have had multiple batches up and ready, the previous set already flying off the shelves.

Again, mixed with the panic of letting her down, you clatter around with pots and pans frantically, accidentally dropping the ladle on the counter, which splatters a dollop of cream on your face.

“What was that?” Jayce's curious voice.

“Oh! It's my friend- and my helper.” Gina's cheerful laugh. “That reminds me! She has been making something brand new, and I need someone to taste test it besides myself…” you are very familiar with the gentle hum at the end of her sentence, the face she makes when trying to convince someone.

“Oh why not!” The equally oblivious Sky says.

No. No. No…

“Yes. I would like to meet her too, if she is willing.” The soft clipped accent, which seemed innocently curious about his friend's new friend.

You would've ran out of there, but the windows were too small and breaking the concrete with your bare fists (while actually possible) would disrupt Gina's bakery.

Gina hurries into the kitchen, grinning excitedly as she takes the tray and puts it in your hands, hurriedly pushing you towards the door, a delighted smile on her beautiful face.

“G-Gina…I…I don't…!”

“Hey it's okay! I know these people, they're fine!” Gina responds, presuming that you were unfamiliar with the three people who sat in the next room.

Though, why were you so nervous, and your hands tensing around the tray of cupcakes?

“And here she is!” Gina presents you before then with a flourish as a stunned silence falls over the room before Sky and Jayce simultaneously go, “Y/N?!”

“What? You know her?” Gina asks, her eyes wide.

“That's our partner in the hextech research facility!” Jayce says delightfully, smiling at you and Gina as you let out a sigh.

“Hextech research?!” Gina exclaims, her eyes darting from your sheepish smile to Jayce.

“Yes, she and I both were included together.” Sky smiles.

“Oh…!”

“I didn't know you baked.” Every head turns towards the differently abled scientist, who sat with his chin on top of his fist, on a propped up arm on the table, his eyes fixed on the tray you held.

“I…I don't. Gina taught me.” You explain quickly.

“Hmm? Let me see.” Viktor's hand reaches out and your breath hitches as he picks one of the cupcakes from the tray. You suddenly snap out of his peculiar gaze and quickly offer Jayce and Sky a cupcake each as well. You followed their gestures with your gaze as they ate and Jayce spoke first.

“It isn't half bad!” He offers, as Sky also joins in, “I love the sweetness…” as more mild compliments come from the two, your ego begins to rise again.

You're strong, working in the highest department of this place and a good Baker? The smallest of self assured smirks which ranged back from the fight you had with one of Silco's goons was traveling to your lips when suddenly…

“This lacks in texture, appearance and flavor. The frosting seems overly gritty and the overall issue seems to be the texture of cardboard.”

All heads turn towards the man once more, stunned into silence at what he just said.

“Viktor! Come on, it's not that bad!” Sky tries, but Viktor takes another bite from the cupcake before meeting your gaze again. “She added too much sugar and let it sit in the oven too long.” Says the man who was voluntarily or involuntarily subjected to little lessons about baking from his friend and favourite cafe owner.

“Vik, why…” Jayce sighs, but then is immediately interrupted by your confused voice.

“N-no… he's… he's actually right!” Even though Gina had insisted on certain measurements for sweetening and softening, you hadn't particularly stuck to it as you should have, and being called out on it was strangely…

Relieving.

It wasn't sugarcoated, or just being kind to spare your feelings. It was actual advice on and pin point info on where you could improve, giving you soft butterflies in your stomach rather than a sting as you expected.

“Maybe stick to teleportation for now, particles as you said?” Golden eyes were still lingering.

“Okay, first off- mango flavors are exotic, and you know how hard it is to perfect-” Gina’s defense for you is suddenly cut short by your exclamation.

“Wait! What did you say?”

“Umm… mango flavors are exotic…”

“Exotic…” you repeat softly, the gears in your head turning.

Matter was theoretically transported through wormholes in the space time continuum in your realm. Something which connected space and time, as one single entity and punctured a hole through the fabric of it; much like the one which took you here. Exotic matter was something completely theoretical and only existed in paper in your dimension. Something which could enable man made wormholes- something with properties so bizarre, so outlandish and probably dangerous.

The hex crystal energy…

“Viktor!” You put down the tray suddenly, leaning towards him. “Have we tested the charge isolation to be of negative mass?”

Viktor's eyes widen, as well as Jayce's and Sky’s. “Negative mass? You mean if it could repel…? The space could be kept open!”

“We haven't tested analogously to electric charges…” Jayce says suddenly, standing up.

“Why don't we apply that property somehow into the ring?” You say and Sky grins. “We could try!”

Excitement courses through your veins at their words. However, suddenly reality strikes you. You cannot leave right now- you were on duty in the cafe.

“You…you guys go.” You say softly, before you feel an arm on your shoulder.

“What! No, you go with them, silly! What is this? You drop that idea and stay here? No!” Gina's voice makes your heart swell at her kindness. “But…” you start.

“No buts! Get out, you have something to do!” Gina giggles, shaking your shoulders slightly as you laugh. “O-okay…”

“Besides, you said you'll be back after our break.” Viktor interjects, also standing up. “Obey the rules, assistant.”

“Sure, boss…” you smirk.

“Let me just pay for this, and I'll catch up with you all. You go.” Viktor gestures for you, Sky and Jayce to head out.

“You'll pay for my coffee too?” Jayce exaggeratedly pulls an expression of surprise. “Oh, my gosh Vik…!”

“keep up that attitude and I won't, Mr.Talice.” Viktor's brows furrow but his irritated expression is ruined by the slight upward curve of the corner of his lips.

“Touché.” Jayce grins. “Come on guys, let's go.”

As the three of you head out, Viktor turns to the counter top to face Gina who was still grinning with the enthusiastic excitement over hex crystals; apparently contagious.

“Gina…”

“Yes?”

“Could you please pack all of these for me, to go?”

Gina looks confusedly at what Viktor was gesturing at. The tray full of yellow frosted cupcakes you made.

“Wait, but you said…” she starts, one eyebrow raised.

“I know what I said- just, please?”

Gina's eager gaze didn't miss the slight dust of pink in his hollow cheeks, as he tried to school his expression to one of sobriety. A grin spreads on her own face, eyes narrowing.

“Sure sure…” She says in a sing-song voice, as she picks up the tray of cupcakes you made, going to pack it up neatly- as she hoped you would catch glimpse of it in Viktor's hands.

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Chapter 12 is available NOW on my Tumblr page.

[beautifulsnake2162020]

Intertwined Voices (Wangxian One-shot)

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fanfiction and I only do this for fun.

Premise: During their honeymoon period the Wangxian song finally becomes a duet.

Rating - M (Emotional love making, not graphic enough to be E)

AO3 link

AN: Please accept this humble little one shot based on something I've observed among all existing versions of the Wangxian song in its duet form (Wangxian from the audio drama, Xianyun from the donghua, and Wuji from the Untamed series). Mainly that Wei Ying always sings first in the first couple lines of the first verse and Lan Zhan always follows completing the first verse.

I wrote this while mainly listening to the audio drama version of Wangxian (the version which largely inspired this fic). But hopefully it could work with Xianyun and Wuji too.

If they seem out of character I apologize in advance I haven't read the books yet but I plan to during my Xmas break. I only completed the Untamed and the donghua. Also I'm inexperienced in writing M/M love scenes so I did my best to focus more on the emotions.

"Lan Zhan."

Wei Wuxian says as he leans back into Lan Wangji's chest as he drinks the finest local wine the inn they are staying in has to offer. They were just generously awarded for dealing with a challenging night hunt in one of the more isolated towns of their first journey together as a married couple. It was midday and their spiritual energy was still recovering from their hunt which ended that morning. Too tired to do any travelling or exploring what the town has to offer they decided to spend the rest of the day recovering in their room.

"Mn."

"I just realized something after we played 'Wangxian' last night. I don't think I've heard the lyrics yet. Only the melody."

"Mn."

"Lan Zhan will you finally sing it for me?"

"Later."

"Huh? Why not now?"

"The walls have ears. Wangxian is for Wei Ying's ears only."

"I could just put a silencing talisman!"

"Your spiritual energy needs to fully recover."

He feels Lan Wangji pull him closer and his hands gently press him against Lan Wangji's body. As if encouraging him to snuggle in his embrace. Wei Wuxian relents after letting out a mildly dramatic sigh before pressing a kiss on his husband's skin.

"Aw Lan Zhan - I love staying in your arms. You don't want to let me go now?"

He feels Lan Wangji press a kiss to his cheek as he feels him caress his waist while drawing him even closer. Wei Wuxian couldn't help but melt as he embraces his husband. 

"Later Wei Ying. Later."

A few nights later and warmed by the fire they made in their camp in the wilderness little Apple began dozing after Lan Wangji gave three large apples to fill the donkey's stomach enough that it would sleep soon after eating. He wanted as much privacy as possible when playing the song of his yearning for the love of his life and the next. Across him Wei Wuxian sat while drinking their supply of local wine from their last night hunt. They initially wanted to pay for it but the town's folk insisted that they take it as gifts in gratitude of solving their troubles. They left the town with enough to last for at least a month if Wei Wuxian could control himself.

Lan Wangji takes a quick breath to prepare himself and to restrain any urge to lean forward and lick the stray drops of wine that drips on Wei Wuxian's neck. Knowing himself he would probably be more intoxicated from his husband's skin than from the wine itself. He turns his gaze to meet Wei Wuxian's eyes hoping that it would quell his slowly rising arousal for him. Only for him to find that Wei Wuxian's expression mirrored his own but was mixed with the excitement of finally hearing Wangxian in its entirety.

His eyes never leaves his husband's gaze as he begins playing the melody on his guqin, Wangji. Long ago he was only brave enough to hum the song he made to the subject of his work. He had once thought he could be satisfied with only a musical expression of his feelings. He wasn't brave enough to sing the lyrics, for words had the power to make things clear and he still wanted to hide behind the ambiguity of the music he composed. Throughout all his life he was trained to restrain or suppress any desire that lead him astray from being calm and mindful. And yet ever since Wei Wuxian came into his life his mind was anything but calm. His request when they were alone in the cave was his chance to confess his feelings. But not by singing them, as long as his inspiration did not know the words which would shed light on his feelings he could avoid giving him the burden of reciprocating out of pity. His beloved should not have to be responsible for them when it was clear that he did not know how much he has affected Lan Wangji. To Lan Wangji's mind this was proof that his feelings were unrequited.

A thought he once thought he could bear; to love Wei Wuxian from afar as Wei Wuxian gives his affections to others. He had sought ways to suppress or restrain his feelings. After all he was taught that to give in would be selfish, and acts of selfishness lead to injustice. Had he known that perhaps it would have been better to have given in back then, maybe things would have been different. Till now he wishes he could tell his younger self not to take those precious moments for granted. 

He doesn't know how but he begins to feel his eyes water as he pours out his feelings in a song he considers as his most important work. Wei Wuxian's eyes were already shedding tears while gently smiling. The kind of smile that even he could not fake for all his dramatic antics that Lan Wangji couldn't help but love. The look of love and appreciation in Wei Wuxian had allowed more feelings he had kept hidden to be released. It was only by the end of the song that he realized that he too had been shedding tears.

"Lan Zhan why didn't you sing this to me when we were in the cave?"

Wei Wuxian asks as he settles himself on his lap after the guqin was set aside. Lan Wangji cups his face as their foreheads meet.

"You were exhausted and shouldn't carry more burdens."

"But Lan Zhan nothing from you could be a burden to me! I even enjoy your punishments!"

"Wei Ying."

"Well not all of them, but you being there with me made it more bearable."

Their hands meet and their fingers close keeping them in place.

"Will you please sing it again?"

"Mn."

He sings it once more, this time with the intimacy of his soulmate's embrace and the comfort of his feelings not just appreciated but wanted by Wei Wuxian. Their eyes never leaving the other's as he once again sings of his yearning to his beloved. Byt the end of it Wei Wuxian could not help but lean forward and pour his own feelings into a kiss. The kiss began slow as he feels the love shared between them through their lips. Before he knew it he was pushed down without their kiss breaking. Together they stayed as their kiss lead to something more.

"Lan Zhan." A happily exhausted Wei Wuxian snuggles in his arms as he covers their naked bodies with his outer robe which was used as a blanket. The fire dying out and the glow of the embers weren't enough to offer comfort in the cold night. He was still inside of him with Wei Wuxian clenching whenever he made any move to leave. He wouldn't want to anyway.

"Will you sing Wangxian one more time? I want to hear it again before I sleep."

He presses a kiss on his lips before once again singing their song. This time as a lullaby to bring Wei Wuxian to the land of dreams.

This lead to more frequent requests for him to sing. Usually it was during times in between night hunts and in the more relaxed periods of their journey. Whenever they stayed in an inn the door would have a silencing talisman as he sang to him. Sometimes while playing his qin, sometimes with Wei Wuxian accompanying him with his flute, Chengqing. But the times he was most fond of was whenever he would sing it with his voice alone with Wei Wuxian in his arms. It wasn't long before Wei Wuxian asks if he could make a musical talisman for Wangji.

"Just for Wangxian. I was thinking your fingers might start getting tired with how often I ask you to sing it for me."

"Utterly false."

"I know I know but I was thinking of something else we could do while Wangji and Chengqing plays it."

"Ridiculous."

"What?! How is that ridiculous?! Lan Zhan please. It would be a temporary talisman that could be easily removed at any time so it won't be a problem in case something urgent happens."

"Chengqing only."

Before Wei Wuxian could try to persuade him further Lan Wangji waves his hand over his qin and Wangji on its own begins playing Wangxian. Wei Wuxian begins laughing as he makes a musical talisman for Chengqing.

"Lan Zhan why didn't you tell me earlier that you had a spell for that? How many times did you play Wangxian before you decided that Wangji should play it on its own? Was it for convenience?"

"To remember you."

"Oh Lan Zhan." Wei Wuxian smiles, touched by his answer. Wei Wuxian quickly sticks the talisman he just made on his flute as he settle himself on front of Lan Wangji.

"How am I supposed to give you my surprise if you keep startling my heart like this? Is this how you like treating your husband?"

"It's the truth."

"Lan Zhan you're really romantic! I'm so lucky to be loved by you."

Wei Wuxian leans forward and kisses him as Wangji and Chengqing begins playing the opening notes of Wangxian. When it was near the time for the opening lines Wei Wuxian breaks the kiss and begins singing the first two lines. Lan Wangji couldn't help but be stunned as he listens to him sing his words. This time it was as if he was the one being confessed to as he feels his husband, the very person who inspired the song, pours his own feelings to his own words. Words of love and yearning once thought to be unrequited. Now he was using them to express his own feelings to the song's composer. And he sang it without any mistake in word, timing, or note.

"Well? What did you think?" Wei Wuxian asks with a nervous smile.

"...again."

This time he initiates the kiss while bringing Wei Wuxian on his lap. Singing it to him was one thing, but to hear him singing it right back at him was like ascending to a place he didn't even know he wanted to be in. 

Soon they sing their song together, slowly transforming it into a musical dialogue between lovers. The words and the song remained the same but their feelings intensified.

Wei Wuxian couldn't help but fall even more for Lan Wangji. His romantic husband accepted his own musical confession. A confession he much preferred over the embarrassing one in Guanyin's temple. As much as he remembers it with fondness he couldn't help but feel embarrassed by how he had confessed. Not because of what he has said, but because any words he said seemed to not be enough in showing the true extent of his feelings. Even though they are now married, a part of him couldn't help but feel that there was more that he would like to confess. Music had always connected them and was the key to Lan Wangji knowing he was back with a new body. It was the bridge to convey the feelings that words and actions could only hint at. When he first played Wangxian in his new life it was the most memorable melody that he could find comfort in. He couldn't fully explain why, but if he found comfort in it perhaps it could offer the same and calm down Wen Ning. It was always one of his favorite melodies. To learn later on that his husband was the composer and had only played it once before his return and finally hearing the entire song from his lips...Wei Wuxian couldn't help but admire how talented and intelligent Lan Wangji was. Maybe it was because of his more quiet nature and his more thoughtful approach to words that he has been able to make music that could express the true extent of his feelings. His lyrics perfectly chosen that he couldn't help but cry when he first heard them. Wangxian in it's entirety was absolutely perfect. Though it was a product of Lan Wangji's yearning it captured how he felt about Lan Wangji. The only person who never gave up on him. One of the few who actually cared and respected his principles. 

What better way to confess for a second time than using their love song? His husband's very own creation seemed to be the only thing that was able to express what his own words failed to fully show.

"Wei Ying."

Lan Wangji says against his lips as they enter the Jingshi but not wanting to break their kiss. Lan Wangji shuts the door as he slowly leads them to the bed. 

"Mm?"

"Chengqing's musical talisman."

"Mmhmm."

Wei Wuxian deepens their kiss as he casts the paper with the musical talisman on Chengqing and Lan Wangji casts his own spell on Wangji. Together they begin playing their song, as they begin undressing each other. They settle on the bed as Lan Wangji grabs the vial of oil they've been using in their journey and kisses his way down.

"Mmm Lan er-gege."

"Don't strain your voice too much. We've barely begun."

"Easy for you to - Lan Zhan!"

"Mn." Lan Wangji inserts his fingers and begins preparing Wei Wuxian.

"Hangguang-jun." Wei Wuxian whines clenching the pillows under his head.

"Breathe, save your voice."

Once he was stretched out and ready Lan Wangji removes his oiled up fingers and carefully guides Wei Ying to sit on his lap. Then carefully impales Wei Wuxian, groaning in his neck as he feels his walls welcome him. No matter how often they've consummated their marriage he would never get used to how amazing it feels. As he hears the opening notes of their song he kisses his way up Wei Wuxian's neck before meeting his gaze as Wei Wuxian begins singing the opening lines of their song. Wei Wuxian clings to him as he sings, his face expressing his love for Lan Wangji. Slowly Lan Wangji begins to move as he follow Wei Wuxian's voice with his own.

The first time their voices join together with the same words Lan Wangji thrusts up and Wei Wuxian thrusts down. They maintain the slow but steady rhythm as they confess through song. An intoxicating cycle of reciprocation through their voices, the music, their words, and their bodies.

After finishing the song together their lips meet and their rhythm becomes slightly faster. Not by much, but just enough. Tonight was about making love in their first night as a married couple in their home. 

They let Wangji and Chengqing continue to play. Whenever their voices joined it was ecstasy at they felt their souls become one.

"Lan Zhan!"

"Wei Ying!"

Soon their rhythm became faster as Wei Wuxian's fingers entangled in Lan Wangji's head and his other hand clung to his back. He moaned in delight as he felt Lan Wangji's teeth as he continued riding him and Lan Wangji angled his hips to give deeper thrusts. Their voices were no longer singing the lyrics but were still intertwined in their music.

Lan Wangji quickly pulls Wei Wuxian down for a deep kiss as they moaned into each other. Their climax was close as they hear notes finishing the second verse and leading to the chorus. They didn't know who came first, but one triggered the climax of the other, their cries in time with the music. 

After a few more thrusts Lan Wangji laid Wei Wuxian down and their foreheads meet as they share a look of love.

"Welcome home."

"With you it always is." 

[zia-saturn]

Verbal. [Oneshot]

Summary: What happens when you have the most steamy, lewd, and passionate phone sex with one of the most notorious villains to step foot on this earth?

Villain!All Might/Reader

18+ readers only

❌MDNI❌

[DISCLAIMER: The characters respectfully belongs to the creator of 僕のヒーローアカデミア Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia, Kohei Horikoshi.

All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of the respective owners. The author of the fanfiction is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.]

MATURE CONTENT WARNING:

This fanfiction is intended for mature audiences only.

This story contains explicit adult sexual content. If you are easily offended or are under the age of 18, please leave now. Reader discretion is advised.

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As the seconds turned to minutes…

And as the minutes turned to hours…

Your work day seemed to drag on endlessly. You made it a habit to check your phone for the time repeatedly. A few instances, you assumed that the clock was broken. It did not help that the summer season brought upon the worst bout of humidity across the city. Most of the air conditioning units had to be prepared due to over exertion of energy that it generated.

So that meant that most of the employees were stuck dealing with a small rotating fan for the time being.

You just had to grin and bear the heat. Hydration was also important. You made sure that you had a nice tall water bottle supplied on your desk. Your coworkers utilized spare stacks of paper, empty binders and folders to construct makeshift handheld fans.

‘Oh happy fucking day! The best time for the goddamn a/c to go down.’ That snarky side of you wanted to bellow that sentence out loud to everyone in the office but you decided to keep your tongue in check. It would cause unnecessary drama as well as unnecessary arguments. Also, you did not have the mental fortitude to deal with anyone’s bullshit, especially on that day.

Your phone buzzed inside of your pocket. Stealthily, you pulled out your phone to check who was calling. A new text message arrived. It was from Toshinori. You were taken aback. You haven't heard from the man in over six months.

The reason for the break was because he became possessive over time and before things escalated, you told him that you needed some time for yourself. You made it clear from the beginning that things between you and him were strictly casual and sexual. On the outside, he appeared to be calm, almost stoic. However, how Toshi felt on the inside was a completely different story. He did not want to part ways with you, not even for a second. His blood boiled at just the mere thought of another man even looking at you let alone touch you. His mind played many scenarios of different ways of crushing the skull of any unfortunate man that had the displeasure of crossing his path.

TOSHI [7:02 P.M.]: So wet…

You could feel yourself growing slick in between your folds. 'Damn it…’ Your thumb managed to rapidly type out a quick reply to him all the while making sure that no one saw you on your phone. So far, the other's were preoccupied with their own tasks so you were in the clear for now.

YOU [7:03 P.M.]: Do you have to do this right now?

TOSHI [7:06 P.M.]: Leaking off of the tip. I've been waiting for you all day.

YOU [7:07 P.M.]: Are you really going to start with me right now? I'm at work.

TOSHI [7:10 P.M.]: I could really use those pretty lips of yours right now.

YOU [7:12 P.M.]: I don't think this is the appropriate time. I'm very busy at the moment.

There was a dull thumping sensation that resonated around your upper thighs.

TOSHI [7:15 P.M.]: Do you miss looking at it?

Then, he continued.

TOSHI [7:15 P.M.]: Touching it…

TOSHI [7:15 P.M.]: Licking it…

TOSHI [7:16 P.M.]: Because, I miss you doing all of those things with my dick.

YOU [7:17 P.M.]: You're making me wet. Please stop.

As Toshi was in the process of typing his next response, he could already feel the precum trickling down his shaft. He anticipated your response. Any response from you was a good response. He just craved to hear from you again.

TOSHI [7:20 P.M.]: I wish you could see all of the precum I just dripped for you.

You clamped your thighs tighter together, feeling your nether lips growing slick. You wished he ceased with his constant attempts at seducing you. Then, you squeezed your pelvic muscles in hopes of satiating that dull pulse in between your thighs.

YOU [7:23 P.M.]: Stop it, please. You're going to make me drip right onto my chair.

It was a good thing that your office chair was a leather one.

Your mind wandered around your desk and cubicle for an object that had a phallic shape to it. All of your toys were stored away in your drawers back at your apartment.

YOU [7:24 P.M.]: Not now. Just stop. I can't do this.

You hoped your last message made your point clear. The phone was silent for about five minutes.

Finally, a sense of relief came over you until another chime sounded off, notifying you that a new message arrived.

With much annoyance, you rolled your eyes and quickly glossed over the notification on the screen. It was at that moment you noticed a short video clip was attached to said message. With piqued curiosity, you tapped your thumb on it.

The title of the file showed a black screen before a short ten second clip proceeded to play. Your mouth watered at how long and glossy his cock looked underneath the dull bedroom light.

Once the video played, the first thing you saw was one of his large hands grip his thick pulsating dick. It was so long and the veins around the shaft were visible. "Damn, (name). Are you going to leave me alone and hard like this?" Your blond hulk of a lover rumbled out a groan from deep within his chest. That huge hand worked himself till he was unbelievably slick with his own pre-cum.

Opening up that video file was a very huge mistake on your part.

'Oh…God…Damnit…'

Heat rose in your cheeks before the sensation slowly tingled across the rest of your skin. Your nether lips grew slick.

He was adamant on making you feel hot and bothered right in the middle of your work shift. That plan was accomplished.

A moist rush pushed out of you and directly into your panties, immediately soaking the fabric.

'Shit…' Immediately, you snapped your thighs together shut. Damn him for trying to get you worked up inside of your office cubicle! So evil. So very evil.

How would that look if the people at your job saw you watching something that resembled porn? You cursed the clock because there were two hours left in your daily shift. It was two hours too long.

You rubbed your thighs together. The wetness remained along with the friction. Toshi was one of the few men that had that effect over you.

The frightening musclebound blond who towered over most people was your boy toy. A very intimidating one but a boy toy nonetheless.

The urge to get yourself off grew stronger by the second. That urge kept nagging at you over and over and you had him to thank. Once you reunited with him, he would get an earful from you.

You stood up from your chair and mumbled to the others that you would be in the restroom for a couple of minutes. “I'll be right back."

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The wet friction between your legs grew intense by the second. The trip to the bathroom felt like forever. Once, you shuffled yourself inside, you parked yourself in front of the mirror and sink. The coast was clear. There was no one around.

You took your left hand and lifted your skirt. Then, you stretched the fabric of your panties before you plugged your pussy with your index and middle finger. You were trying to simulate and imagine yourself getting fucked by Toshi.

Your trembling right hand reached over to your phone to tap a response text to his video.

YOU [7:34 P.M.]: I'm in the bathroom right now. I'm fucking myself. Don't have much time though…

That's when you decided to do a bit of edging yourself. You played the rest of the video footage on your phone and allowed your wildest imagination to take over from that point on.

Toshi's pre-cum made his cock look so deliciously glossy. It was so fucking gorgeous.

And those veins…

You could almost feel his veins caress your walls every time he gave your pussy slow satisfying strokes.

You would go crazy if you had the opportunity to massage his pre-cum all over his cock.

You tried to give yourself a few good pumps just to give yourself a bit more edge to the feeling. You wanted to feel like you were on the brink of cumming.

During the remainder of the video, the giant blond moaned while delivering long teasing strokes up and down on his cock. He kept groaning out your name in hunger and lust, repeatedly wishing you were there with him…

Riding him…

Sucking him…

"Yeah! Put it in me, baby. Come on." Your lustful whispers reverberated and echoed off the bathroom walls.

"Faster, baby. Faster. Work that dick faster for me…" Your fingers rapidly pounded in and out of you. You bent over as if he was behind you, ramming in and out of your dripping pussy. You knew how he liked you positioned.

You were so tempted to grab your camera phone and film yourself pleasuring your pussy with one of your favorite dildos. You were at a perfect angle to show everything.

Suddenly, the door knob clicked and turned. The sound instantly shattered and ruined that lust fueled haze that entranced you. A woman nonchalantly entered the bathroom. You stumbled a bit as you tried to fix your panties and skirt in place. Then, you turned on the faucet to wash your hands before trotting yourself out of the bathroom.

As you walked down the hallway, you typed another text out to him.

YOU [7:40 P.M.] Can you at least wait for me a little while longer? I’ll be home in two hours.

YOU [7:41 P.M.] Do me a favor and stay hard for me. Can you do that?

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The day was finally over. You sighed in relief, quickly trotting towards your car that was located in the parking garage.

The fabric of your panties was completely soaked by the time you reached the parking lot. Your mind kept drifting to the image of Toshi's cock…

and how hard it was…

Toshi edged himself for a couple of hours. But, he wanted to save his entire load just for you.

TOSHI [10:05 P.M.]: Where are you, baby girl?

You tried to clock out of work as fast as you could so you could finally get some space to yourself. The inside of your car would suffice for the time being.

YOU [10:10 P.M.]: I want to make myself cream in my car. Should I do it?

You were eager for Toshi's answer.

TOSHI [10:12 P.M.]: No. You're not allowed. I want you to wait like you've made me wait because it's only fair. Get your ass home now.

YOU [10:13 P.M.]: Fuck you!

TOSHI [10:14 P.M.]: You will soon.

YOU [10:16 P.M.]: It's not fair what you're doing to me. I don't think I can take it anymore. I want to touch myself but you won't let me.

TOSHI [10:18 P.M.]: Frustrated, are we? Well, the sooner you get home, the sooner you can get the opportunity to make your pussy feel good. To give her what she needs.

YOU [10:19 P.M.]: Fine. I'll be there in a few minutes.

Stuffing your phone back in your purse, you mumbled under your breath before starting your car.

•••°°°°••••°°°°••••

Once you reached home, you headed directly to your bedroom. Your purse, coat and outfit was thrown into heaps on the floor. That throbbing wet pussy of yours was screaming at you to touch it. Your clit was stiff and quite sensitive.

Both of your breasts billowed from the top of your bra when you pulled it down. Your nipples were already hard like pebbles.

Having a long phone sex session was the thing you needed after a long, hot day at work. The humidity made the ambiance easier to feel.

You grabbed your cell phone and called Toshi.

Toshi's deep voice could be heard on the other line when he answered "Hey Baby. Are you home?"

You giggled into the phone, "Yeah, I'm home now." The bed felt so warm and inviting when you crawled on top of it.

"You know, you really shouldn't distract me on the job. I could hardly concentrate." You were in the constant state of arousal during the remaining hours of your shift.

As soon as Toshi heard your voice, his cock felt an immediate rush of excitement. It was evident by the amount of precum oozing from his tip.

"Are you alone right now?" Toshi asked you.

You sighed in bliss, flicking your stiff clit in between your fingers. "Yes. I am."

"Good." He groaned and pumped his wet and slippery cock in his huge palm. "Take those panties off and get comfortable."

You already slid your panties down before he even asked you to do so. You knew what was about to happen.

Finally, your pussy was free and open for pleasure. You were still dripping after all this time. You knew what you needed and he knew too. You would help him get there too.

Toshi chuckled quietly, "I miss you so fucking much."

"I miss fucking you." You giggled at your own sly rearrangement of his words.

"Cute." He quietly snorted under his breath. "What do you miss about fucking me?"

"I miss the way your muscles flex…"

"I miss how huge your cock is when I suck it.”

"Your thick cock in my pussy.”

"The way you would gasp and grunt my name when you stroke yourself into my tight little pussy." You rubbed slow circles around your clit, feeling your lips leaking out your secretions slowly.

One time, the hulking blond man rapidly and mercilessly drilled your pussy on top of the kitchen table, shooting his load inside your womb. Then, bent you over to drill you from behind and splash his seed all over your bare ass cheeks. You had his cum trickling down your cheeks and it joined the oozing passage that was your pussy. He basically used your body to jerk himself off and it turned you on to be dominated and used in such a way.

Good times.

You had the urge to fuck yourself with one of your silicone dildos. You reached into your draws to retrieve a very precious device of yours. "There you are." You giggled as your eyes were greeted by the visual of your crimson silicon dildo. It was about seven inches with a ribbed texture so your walls can feel stimulated every time you fucked your pussy with it.

It was Toshi's turn to share his filthy thoughts to you. "I miss the way you sound. The way you smell. The way you taste. I want to lick you and taste your sweet nectar on my tongue."

The way he used his tongue to pleasure your pussy made you fall apart each and every time.

"I love sucking on your pretty clit. I want you to squirt in my mouth. Your pussy is heaven to me."

Toshinori was the only man who knew how to satisfy you in many ways. You used him as a vessel to unleash every dirty, nasty and outrageous fantasy that you have stored in your mind, time and time again. He wanted to spoil his favorite girl absolutely rotten. He may be the symbol of chaos and destruction but, when it came to you, he had a very soft spot for you.

"I'm about to use my dildo." You told him through groans.

"Which one do you have?" He familiarized himself with your assortment of toys during the time that he spent with you. There were some replacements that were made along the way.

"The red one." You coyly answered him. The red one was a sleek yet durable one that had three settings of intensity with its built in vibrations. The highest setting made you squirt within a matter of seconds. You took one of your towels and placed it beneath where you lay just in case things got a bit wet and wild.

"My favorite." Toshi purred.

"But, nothing could replace you." It was true. Nothing could compare to what the blond villain had to offer you, which was why you kept him on the hook for so long.

Your walls expanded as if it was awaiting the arrival of something huge to glide in. "I'm so open for you. I'm ready…" You gulped. "For your huge cock to go inside of me."

Incoming.

"Oh fuck." Air hitched into your lungs as you twirled the tip of your dildo around your pussy opening. Your nether lips parted once the tip made contact there, sawing up and down. Then, you teased your clit by tapping the tip of the dildo onto it. This was how he loved to tease you. You tried to replicate his actions upon yourself, wishing he was here with you. "I want to fuck myself right now. May I? Please? I can't wait. I'm ready for your big cock."

Toshi gave you permission to proceed. "Go ahead and glide it into that eager pussy if you wish." His thumb swirled around his tip, listening closely.

"Mmmmm…Thank you."

He barely got the last word out and you had the toy pushed into you, the entire thing.

-Schlip-

"Do you hear that?" You picked up the phone and placed it a couple of centimeters from your warmth.

"That's what I love to hear.” Toshi responded and licked his hand before jerking his dick. "It sounds so good going inside of you." Toshi’s hand pumped up his shaft. A couple of drops of pre-cum dribbled down slowly.

"Do you have your legs spread wide for me, sweetheart?"

"Of course I do. My legs are always open for you."

"Are you fucking yourself for me? I can hear you loud and clear on the other end. Hold the phone to your pussy so I can hear how wet you are.” Toshi ordered you.

You placed your phone near your pussy with one hand while thrusting your dildo with the other. You made sure the microphone/speaker could pick up on those lewd sounds that came out of you. The sounds were so sticky and sloppy, just the way he liked it.

"Delicious. You're such a good girl. How long have you been wet for."

"I wish you could see how wet I am."

The slow intrusion jolted the right nerves, just in time to make you drip a bit more. "Damn, baby! I feel so good right now…"

"Oh my." You took a good look at yourself. It looked so tasty and ready to be caressed and teased. He could only imagine.

Toshi's palm was completely soaked with the clear fluids of his pre-cum. "I wish that you could sit on my face so I can taste your sweet honey." He gave his huge sac a firm tug before returning to his shaft. His balls were so fucking full.

Your body jolted by the memories of him using his skillful tongue to make you see stars.

"Your pussy is amazing. I really want to lick your sweet pussy right now. Sit your pretty self on my face and let me make you scream with my tongue."

“I always love how you would work your tongue on me. I can feel you right now. I'm rubbing my toy in between my folds. My pussy is open and waiting for you. Make me want it. Make me beg for it. Don't let me have you too soon. I want you to tease me.” You cranked the notch up on your device, feeling the intensity jolting your clit.

"Oh shit." You plunged the toy deep in once more. "Oh fuck." Your pussy loved the sensations that the toy offered. "This hits my fucking spot every time."

"Work that dildo in your pussy like the good little slut you are." So much of Toshi's pre-cum dripped onto his floor. He was so wet.

He had your undivided attention and you would not stop until your man was growling and cursing in total ecstasy. The hulking blond can be such a screamer whenever he fucks and cums. You felt so proud that you had the ability to make him yell during sex.

You cupped a handful of one of your breasts. Your nipples were still hard. "Why are you doing this to me? Why are you trying to make me addicted to you all over again?" Those plump, soft lips of yours gave that nipple a soft suck. Then, it was given a long lick that was so tender and loving. Sucking your own tits always turns you on. He absolutely loved watching you play with your soft breasts.

“I would love to feel your large hands squeezing my tits.”

"I bet you look so good doing it. I love sucking on your breasts. Are those nipples hard?"

"Yes. They are. I need to suck your dick, baby. I need to suck it now."

There was nothing you would rather do than to have his veiny, throbbing cock in your mouth. Knelt in between his legs, bobbing your head back and forth, taste buds eager for his cum to jet into your mouth and down your throat. You would suck his dick anywhere and anytime he wanted. You could feel the velvety texture of his huge engorged sac dancing between your lips and tongue.

"You have no idea how much I want to suck you off right now. Splash all of that milk on my tongue."

"I can feel your soft lips around my dick right now. Can you stroke it for me and lick me up and down? Let me massage those walls with my cock. Just imagine the sensations of it stroking in and out.” His sharp canine teeth were bared when he hissed out. His body felt like it was heating up with all of the pleasure that radiated all over him. He kept reminding himself not to cum too soon. It proved to be impossible with the sounds you made and the words you said to him.

Your pussy could use a very good massage. For fifteen minutes. Half hour. Maybe two hours.

“I can just imagine you pounding my pussy with your big cock while I am underneath…On my knees…On Top of you…On the side of you. Fuck."

Your aching cunny was a creamy mess.

"I want to feel you in me. Can you slap my ass and pull my hair while you're pounding me from behind?"

"Anything for you, Doll.”

You stopped and placed your red dildo to the side only to replace it with a blue one with a smooth and sleek finish. "I want you to guess what I am doing now."

"What? Tell me, (name)."

"I'm going to ride the cock that you gave me for my birthday." You sat on your knees, spreading them apart slightly.

It was lovely and would go along well with the rest of your prized collection.

You aligned the tip with your opening before you sank onto it. It felt just as good as the first time you slid it inside of you. The instant the package was delivered to you, you were eager to try it out. The very moment you turned on the switch, it was game over for you.

It made you squirt a good few inches across the room. It almost hit your mirror. You swore, Toshi knew just the right size and speed to get you off in no time. You knew you had to show your own special way of appreciation for him.

You ceased the conversation for a moment to adjust yourself to a new position. You were about to ride your dildo as if you were riding your blond hunk of a lover. Then, you held your pretty toy vertically. "Are you still with me?"

"You know I am, baby." He licked his lips.

"Good. Because, I am going to ride you so hard." Your voice shook, feeling the dildo enter you.

He slapped his huge dick against his sculptured abdomen. “Be a good girl and fuck my cock.”

A tremble shook your body from the slow insertion of the tip. Everything felt more intense whenever you were on top riding a dick. You knew what was about to happen and you were more eager to continue. "Mmmmmm…so good…"

In it went but, not without a wet sound. You wanted to bounce so hard on that damn thing but you worried you might break the bed if you were to get too carried away. It took all of your willpower and discipline to take things slow. You did not know why you were in such a rush to get to climax. Maybe, it was because you haven't heard from Toshi for a while and you wanted to take this chance to get off with him. Even if it only meant hearing his voice over the phone.

You bounced your ass rapidly to get the sensation that he was drilling into you. “I’m going to ride you so hard, the bed would break.”

"Oooo. Shit. Keep talking." He roughly yanked on his dick, feeling his balls tighten.

You grabbed the bars of the headboard and bounced your hips faster. "You shouldn't send me such pictures while I'm at work. You could have gotten me in big trouble all because of your perverted ass." You scorned Toshinori with such playful sarcasm in your tone.

"I really had the urge to fuck myself in my cubicle. I almost came in the restroom but I was interrupted."

"Mmm~ You should have kept going, probably give her a show." His voice was deep with lust.

You needed more time and the proper space to touch your pussy in peace.

"Would you fuck yourself on the job if you were horny enough? How brave would you have to feel for you to do that?" He asked, rubbing his belly. The pre-cum dripped onto his stomach.

"Mmm~ I thought about it from time to time. I would have to feel pretty damn brave to do that. I mean, there are some cute guys and ladies at the office and I would love to give them a show. Perhaps, ride my toy cock like I'm riding it right now. I want you to arrive at my job. Let me bounce on your cock. You are going to have such a great time pleasing your cock with my hungry little fuck hole." You huffed, closing your eyes.

"Perhaps when I'm going balls deep in you, I will call your boss and your coworkers and have them listen to you get fucked."

You rolled your eyes. "Do you always have to go above and beyond with everything, huh?" You then giggled.

A small growl rumbled from deep within his chest. "Yes I do. I know which spots to touch.”

“Kiss…”

“Lick…”

“Suck…”

“Fuck…”

"Do you know whose pussy it is? It's mine. And you better not give it to anyone else. Otherwise, I'm going to have to punish you." He bit his bottom lip, feeling his whole body tense. The tip of his cock was so red.

"Do you love the way my pussy feels? Do you love the way I taste? Is it better than every dessert you've ever had?"

"You'll always be my favorite dessert. I can't wait to have a chance to taste you again."

"Well, you just keep saying all of the right things and I'm sure that you will."

"You know, I could be the one who can fuck you in the ass. I'll be the top and you'll be the bottom. You're allowed to select the size of my strap-on if you wish."

Toshi licked his lips at the thought of you dominating and pegging him. "You will look so fucking sexy if you do."

"Oh? Is that so? So, the big and bad All Smite has a secret craving for a huge dick?" You playfully tutted.

"Why does it have to be a secret? I enjoy dick from time to time." No one had a problem with it and if they did, they would not dare say it to his face. Not unless they enjoyed getting their spinal cord crushed like a blood and tissue slathered accordion.

Your imagination conjured up a scenario of your smaller body on top of his larger form, just thrusting your hips, charging that dildo in and out of his tight ass. Nice and tight, just the way you like it.

"I know your balls are so full."

"You're damn right they are. I haven't had a good cum in a long while."

"You know, you could have watched some porn if you were that eager to get yourself off."

"I know, but I'd rather have you in my bed instead. Even if I only get to hear your voice. You make me cum the hardest." He let out a long, deep exhale. The veins around his dick pulsated.

By this time, your nectar was trickling down your thighs. "Damn. I'm just flowing everywhere. This is what you do to me."

"Just move with me." His sultry groans came in sync with your moans. For the next five minutes, there was no talking, only sounds of raw passion towards each other.

"I hope your pussy is ready for what's about to come."

You were more than ready. You were ready since you initiated the phone call a half hour ago.

"It would really be a sight to see if you can cum all over your stomach."

Toshi slapped his cock onto his belly again. The tip was raging to shoot out semen all over it.

He gulped in a thick wad of air; the pleasurable little jolts had his cock throbbing. He was so damn close that he could just taste it.

"Mmm…I'm going to cum soon. So soon…" There was white hot heat swirling around your tummy. The inner muscles of your pussy grew tighter. Your toy was completely covered in cream.

"Let me cum with you, (name). You're ready to take my thick cum?" Toshi could feel his climax coming forth. From the looks of things, he was going to expel a lot of it. “I know you cannot wait until that moment where your cunt begins to tense. I know it drives you wild whenever you feel my cum fill you up inside.”

You tossed the toy aside and rolled onto your back. "Baby. I'm going to…" You gulped. Your entire body shook. "Can I cum now? Please?" Your index, middle and ring finger made their slippery entrance inside of you, sawing in and out. Your slick clung onto your digits. The buildup was absolutely mouth watering.

Both of your moans of passion entangled together with one another, becoming louder with each second that passed.

"I need it out! Where do you want me to put it? Tell me." Toshinori could not take it anymore. He was about to blow his load all over the place.

"In my pussy. Fill it up. I want to suck the rest out with my mouth. Please, cum for me. I want to hear you and your deep voice.” You whimpered and slapped your clit. Your walls and muscles tensed more.

"I have so much cum that I have saved for you, sweetheart."

"Cum all over me. Paint it white. Paint inside of me. Spray it. Fuck…" The sensation intensified once your fingers increased the pace.

“Clamp down on me when you cum. I can feel you tighten.” To simulate the feeling of your body cumming around him, his grip around his cock firmly applied more pressure with it. Toshi did all he could do to prevent himself from screaming into the air. He bit his tongue to stifle his sounds of passion and hunger. His Adams apple bobbed up and down each large lump he swallowed. The temperature arose on his skin. It felt close to feverish. He knew that his moment of climax was going to be an intense one. The one that will shake him to the core.

"Oh…YES! YES! YES! YES! FILL ME! FILL ME! FILL ME! FILL ME! Yes! Mmm!" The consistency of your slick became a bit thicker, turning opaque, almost white. "Right there." You were flat on your back, thighs parted in a spread eagle position.

"I am—OH FUCK!!! I'M GONNA CUM!!!" The orgasm was so good that he did not even need his hands. His cock knew what it should do and he let it take control in the process of ejaculation. It shot a couple of squirts of pre-cum, and then it bobbed up and down, gearing itself for its creamy finish. "Oh baby, here I cum!" He allowed his other senses to take over as his huge cock jetted out five long strands of semen. Each release made an audible splatter on the floor.

The tension made the scar on the left side of his abdomen throb in a dull pain.

"Listen to what you made me do. Listen well." He grunted.

Hearing him cum just set you off into your own orgasm.

"Oh my God. That sounds so fucking good!" You parted your thighs wider and allowed your raw pleasure to take possession of your body in every way possible.

"I wish all of that was inside of me." The whore in you was fully awakened. You proudly embraced it as your pussy began to contact and gush out a flow of milky goodness.

You tried to synchronize your orgasm with his but failed. It wasn't a big deal. Maybe, next time.

You tried so hard but something snapped into you. Those few last strokes delivered to your clit felt electrifying.

Your inner muscles clamped around your fingers in a rapid tempo, signaling the most intense climax that you have ever had. All ten of your toes curled inward.

Fuck, you made such a mess.

Thank goodness you were smart enough to place a towel underneath you.

Toshi's heartbeat slowed down from the high he went through. "Are you still with me?" He panted, catching his breath. He stifled an on coming coughing fit.

"Yes." You wiped yourself with the towel, cleaning yourself off.

"That was really good. I miss you so fucking much. I have to see you again soon. I mean real soon."

"I have the next week off if that works for you."

"Sounds like a plan."

"I will leave the key underneath the doormat next to the mailbox. I want you to surprise me by taking me from behind. That would be so sexy if you do."

"Oh shit, baby. I'm getting so many ideas right now. Just prepare yourself."

"Oh, trust me. I will." You gave him a couple of air kisses over the phone before you hung up.

This was a hell of a night indeed.

》 Fin 《

Notes: Well, that concludes this one shot. I hope everyone enjoyed the spicy meal. I tried to make the smut spine tingling and mouth watering as I possibly could.

[peach-and-bugs]

Could you do an adult Van x reader with 10? Where the reader was in the crash and takes their niece to the video store nearby where she lives not knowing that Van works there.

🧡While You Were Streaming - Van Palmer x fem!Reader🧡

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Summary: You're niece who's staying with you for a while convinces you to go into a store you haven't visited before in town only for you to meet a familiar face

Warnings: mention of divorce

Word Count: 2,073

A/N: Hello Loves! I finally got another fic for Van finished! Ya'll seem to really love how I write her and that makes me extremely happy because I adore my tall ginger autistic butch lesbian so much! This was such a cute request to write because I adore writing about kids and I think this gave a taste of what Aunt Van is like. but that's all I've got for right now! As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading! 🧡

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You loved your eight-year-old niece. You truly did, and noone could get you to say otherwise. But after this long weekend of her staying over, you felt like you were at your wits' end, but in no way was it her fault. Your sister was going through a messy split with her husband and had passed their daughter off to you so she didn’t need to be around listening and watching everything happen. But this meant you had to care for and occupy your niece on top of working from home and you’d both started to develop a bit of cabin fever. So, you'd gone on a walk together under your big umbrella due to the sprinkling of rain coming down. 

You’re niece, Addy, was excitedly running ahead on the sidewalk, jumping into puddles and soaking her sneakers with the biggest smile on her face. You couldn’t help but smile yourself. Her mood had been very up and down these last few days due to everything going on at home. It was good to see her smile. 

“Hey! Auntie y/n! What’s that store?” Addy yelled. She’d run up ahead and stood at the corner of the street, pointing to a standalone shop in town. You squinted, readjusting the umbrella that obstructed your view of the shop as you caught up to her. She waited patiently as you read the sign across the street.

“While You Were Streaming” you read out loud, a tone of consideration in your voice. 

“What kind of store is it?” Addy asked as she took your hand.

“Pretty sure it's a video store,” 

“What’s a video store?” She looked up at you with a funny furrow on her brow. Addy was young enough that she’s probably never seen a vhs tape in her life. 

“When your mom and I were growing up we didn’t have tv like you do. If we wanted to watch a movie, we had to borrow it from the library or a video store,” you tried your best to explain. Addy stared at the store from across thoughtfully, like she was trying to wrap her little head around the whole idea. 

“Can we go in?” She didn’t look up at you when she asked. You couldn't help but smile, trying to suppress a small chuckle. 

“I dunno how interested you’d be, hun,” She looked up at you with a confident look that also seemed mildly offended. 

“Please,” She began to pout and there was no way you could tell her no now. You smiled and nodded, pushing the button for the crosswalk beside you. 

“We’ll do whatever you like, baby,” You felt Addy excitedly squeeze at your hand and start to tug at you to walk when the crosswalk turned on and no cars were coming. Her little feet splashed on the concrete of the street as you hustled to follow her. She began to bounce up and down as you approached the store, waiting as patiently as she could for you to shut your umbrella so she could run inside. 

Upon entering the store there was a jingle of a bell on the door and you felt like you’d been thrust back to your senior year of high school in ‘96. The walls were lined with mounted records, VHS tapes, and other vintage memorabilia. Noone was in the main room, though they were open, so you decided to stay close to Addy till someone did show up, not wanting them to be alarmed by an eight-year-old running a muck through their store. Addy stood still for a moment, looking around the shop with mesmerized eyes. 

“Wow! This is so cool!” she gushed before a shelf of vintage toys caught her eye. “Oh, look at this auntie!” she squeaked, pressing her fingers to the glass as she pointed to an old strawberry shortcake doll. You chuckled and followed her, leaning down to her level to look into the case. 

“Yeah, I had one just like it growing up,” you murmured. 

“Really?” you nodded.

“She smelled like strawberries,” Addy whispered with mesmerized eyes, turning back to the doll. You heard a rustling sound in what you assumed was the back and stood up fully, but stayed at Addy’s side. After a minute there was some loud bumbling in the back till a figure emerged with a large box in hand with another box stacked on top. They were on the other side of the room, clearly attempting to move the boxes through the crowded shop with little success. 

“Need a hand?” you offered as they stumbled a bit. You could see them try and catch a look at you from behind the box before letting go of a sigh. 

“Um, yeah. I could I think,” you patted Addy’s shoulder, silently letting her know to stay put before moving to take the second from who you could only assume was the store owner. 

“Where do you want it?” you asked while taking the box. 

“Just over by the register is fine,” you'd already started to turn away from them as they spoke, so you missed their face. You carried the box to the register as instructed and placed it on the floor. They followed and did the same and it wasn’t till you stood back up, brushing loose hair from your eyes that you froze. “Holy shit,” the redhead said, running a hand through her hair as she looked you up and down.

“Van?” you could barely make out her name from surprise. She looked too different. So much older. 

“Yeah, in the flesh,” she wet her lip and gave you a familiar stupid grin that had you chuckling. She stepped forward and offered her arms open. You tentatively moved forward and hugged her. She still hugged the same. “Damn, how long has it been?” she asked, her hands resting comfortably on your biceps as you moved back from the hug. You felt yourself grow shy under her eyes.

“Probably about 25 years,” you scoffed, running your fingers behind your ear as she moved her hands to her hips with a nod. 

“So, how've you been? What are you doing here?” she moved behind the register and leaned down, pulling tapes out of the boxes you'd helped move.

“I moved into a place just outside of town a couple months ago now,” She smiled, stopping what she was doing and leaning casually against the counter with a tilt of her head. 

“Huh, small world, it’s it,” You shrugged and nodded your head, lips parted to continue talking till a small force shoved into your side. 

“y/n look at this!” Addy ran up to you again with a book in her hands. It looked like an encyclopedia of old toys maybe. You smiled, running your hand over her hair.

“That’s very cool, baby,”

“They’re are a tone of other ones too! Can I keep looking?” she asked with a big smile. She excitedly scampered away and you turned back to Van who has a surprised expression. 

“You had a kid?” she had a wicked smile on her face as she asked, as though the thought of you as a mother was bewildering. You scrunched your nose and rolled your eyes, walking closer to the counter. 

“Oh, please. When have I ever come across as a person that takes any interest in children to you?" Van’s eyes sparkled with familiarity.

“I can’t believe you remember that,” she chuckled, recalling the time back when you were teenagers and you were telling her all about being forced to watch your little cousins at an old family reunion. 

“My mind’s a steel trap,” you quipped, turning to check on Addy, who was flipping through another book. “But no, she’s my sister's kid. She’s staying over for the weekend,”

“That’s gotta be fun,” Van said, continuing the conversation as she organized her tapes. You leaned on the counter with crossed arms and sighed.

“It is, but I wish it was under better circumstances,” Van’s eyes traced over you, inviting you to keep going. “My sister’s stuck in this messy divorce. She didn’t want Addy seeing it if it got ugly,” Van hummed in understanding and her lips flickered into a frown. Just then Addy ran up again with something new in her hand. 

“Auntie! Look at this,” she proudly held up an old wonder woman comic book wrapped in plastic in her hands. “It’s just like the ones daddy has!” she squealed. Van smiled, leaning across the counter with crossed arms. 

“You a wonder woman fan?” she asked. Addy paused, getting nervous till you ran your hand across her back and smiled down at her.

“Addy, this is my friend, Vanessa,” Your niece perked up realizing Van wasn’t actually a stranger and she grinned again.

“Yeah! Daddy showed me her movie and it was awesome!” Van chuckled, her eyes darting up to you and then back to Addy. 

“She was one of my favorite heroes growing up too,”

“You wanna get that, baby?” you asked Addy, patting her back. 

“Really? Can I?” You smiled, nodding as you gestured for her to hand you the comic. She instead slid it onto the counter towards Van, but before ringing you up, Van held up a finger, asking you to wait a moment while she slipped into the back. She returned quickly with another comic in hand. She started ringing you up, but she didn’t scan the second comic she’d grabbed. She bagged everything, pausing with the second comic in hand, and smiled at Addy, giving her a wink. 

“On the house,” she murmured, adding the comic to the bag. You gave her your card, finishing up the purchase. Van additionally nudged a bowl of candy next to the register toward Addy. Your niece looked up at you and you gave her a nod letting her know it was ok. She grabbed a lollypop and snatched the bag from your hand. 

“Addy, wait for me,” You called after her as she pushed the door to the shop open, making the bell ring again. 

“Can I sit on the bench?” she pointed to a bench sitting right in front of the shop's window. 

“Alright, but don’t move,” She nodded and rushed outside, letting the door ring the bell again as it shut. You turned your attention back to Van. “thanks for that. It was very nice,” you nodded your head in the direction Addy had run out. Van shrugged, leaning on the counter behind her with crossed arms.

“It’s no problem. Sometimes I’d rather give something away to someone who’ll love it rather than someone who’s gonna stuff it in a box,” She paused, eyes training on you, studying you with a hard, yet warm intensity. “It’s really nice seeing you,” she finally said. Her eyes darted up your face, meeting your eyes again. You weren’t sure what part of you she’d fixated on prior, but you couldn’t mind it. 

“I could always see you again…” you dared, speaking on impulse rather than thought. The redhead’s smile flickered and without a word, she reached for something tucked behind her register. She brought out a Post-it note and a pen and started scribbling, then she handed the note to you. In her chicken scratch handwriting, you read what you had to assume was her number. 

“Don’t leave me hanging,” she smiled as she spoke, but there was a shyness to her words, as though despite the bold confidence she always carried, she was nervous you wouldn’t reciprocate. You held the note in your hands and had to stifle your grin. 

“Have I ever?” You managed to quip back. Van’s smile relaxed and she shook her head with a warm laugh that you’d almost forgotten. 

“No. No, you haven’t,” You were forced to say your goodbye's after that, reassuring Van you would indeed call. Addy sat politely on the bench, lollypop stick poking out of her mouth as she kicked her legs which dangled off the edge of the bench. She looked your way as she heard the door bell ring ans stood, reaching out to take your hand. the ran had stopped so you no longer needed your umbrella. 

"Did you miss your friend, Auntie?" she asked you as you crossed the street. you stayed quiet for a beat, fingers still clutching the post it, now tucked away in your pocket. 

"yeah, I did miss her,"

[liketwoswansinbalance]

Ngl, I kinda want to know how Rhian and Rafal would react to the movie trends like Barbenheimer and the Wicked movie??? Like Barbenheimer is kinda obvious, the twins would probably argue over what to watch first but I can't for the life of me tell how Rafal would react to Wicked. I can see Rhian loving Wicked because I think he would be a theatre kid irl but I don't know how Rafal would react. Would Rafal be against it? Would he say he hates it but would grow to love it? Is he even theatre kid enough to enjoy it full-heartedly ?????? If he is, what kind of musicals would Rafal even watch??? What movies would he even watch??? I need this information....for possible mind fanfiction purposes (the pain of having no time to write so you just imagine it instead 😭)

Disclaimer: I have seen the musical, but haven't yet had a chance to see the movie, meaning my answers will be based on the musical's plot.

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In response to the Barbenheimer trend:

Rafal: I don't get it.

Rhian: Don't you see! It's us.

Rafal: [flatly] It's a middle-aged man and a lady in pink.

Rhian: It's symbolic and the release day timings coincided. The movies are "twins" despite being near total opposites.

Rafal: [skeptically] They certainly look like total opposites.

Rhian: And yet they're both existential and deal with themes of mortality.

Rafal: [scoffs] Well. We'll never deal with mortality.

[Correct me if I'm wrong. I haven't actually seen Oppenheimer, but I know the general story of the Manhattan Project, Einstein's involvement, and the irradiated desert ecosystem leftover from the first atomic bomb testing site in an American desert.)

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In response to Wicked:

[During "Dancing Through Life:"]

Rhian: Could Fiyero be any hotter?!

Rafal: [sighs] At least he's not a pirate...

Rhian: That was rhetorical. [He continues to stare intently at the actor though.]

[Later during "For Good":]

I've heard it said That people come into our lives For a reason

Rafal: [snorts derisively] And the reason is to be nuisances. Everyone who's come into Elphaba's life has caused problems—eugh, even her prince. Even the "Good" witch.

Rhian: [elbows him, hard.]

Rafal: A whole musical about Evers and the lesson is that they [mockingly] improve each other's souls. Couldn't get more trite than that.

Rhian: [under his breath] Deeply shallow. [He starts to tear up at the rest of the song.]

Rafal: [drains the last of his frozen drink unaffectedly.]

[ELPHABA] And just to clear the air I ask forgiveness for the things I've done you blame me for

[GLINDA] But then, I guess we know there's blame to share

Rafal: [starts to choke so badly Rhian has to pat him on the back.]

Rhian: Called it.

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After leaving the theater:

Rhian: So—what did you think, brother o' mine?

Rafal: Excruciating.

Rhian: [pleased and quite smugly] Well! That's clearly more than apathy, isn't it? If it's truly caused you that much pain, I dare say: you were affected. And now, we're done with it.

Rafal: [with a thousand yard stare] Mm.

Rhian: You've done your Good deed of the decade by accompanying me and are off the hook from attending future events. I'll even ban you from the Snow Ball, so you're not obliged to attend, if it makes you happy.

Rafal: [deadpan to himself] No good deed goes unpunished. All helpful urges should be circumvented—for my sanity.

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I don't think Rafal would like the concept of musicals, at least not at first, given how they're "inefficient" at conveying information. What can be said versus what can be sung is part of that distaste. Also, musicals have the challenging task of maintaining a certain mood in many cases, but the introduction of songs (and theatricality in general) can often automatically make the source material (if the story was adapted from another medium) seem light and overblown, if not handled well.

Though, I think musicals would appeal to his somewhat lesser known dramatic side since he's not always no-nonsense. Maybe he would like Phantom of the Opera or Heathers. I'm not familiar with a lot of musicals, so I can't say.

And, I think he would like the psychological horror genre and detective/crime fiction or films. He would try to solve the mysteries mentally, and learn from how the criminals fail to hide the evidence. Generally, I'm not sure if he would be much of a consumer of media. He would probably claim he has more "important" things to do, yet that also wouldn't mean he would be media-illiterate. He would probably like Shakespearean tragedies and Paradise Lost (and maybe John Milton's works in general). Plus, he would probably love it when "problematic" things got past censors, if he lived in the 1500s.

I must admit that, to me, he's a triple-threat vessel for ascetic/Spartan, Utilitarian, and Hobbesian values. I think he would quickly dismiss the entertainment industry as a whole, and so, it's hard for me to come up with anything he'd watch wholeheartedly and not for ironic purposes. He could like bloody, historical reenactment documentaries or documentaries about unethical (psychological) experiments or war theory.

If he were a theater kid (he's usually not flamboyant enough to be one by my interpretations?), he would be a closeted one, or his theatrical mannerisms would only emerge when he's being overtly terrifying and slamming victims to walls.

Again, I don't have specific movies I would associate with him, but maybe, he'd like dark humor, the anti-joke, or observational humor and whatever these are:

[kishibedefender]

Hello Tumblr gods, I kindly ask that you bless this post to go to who it needs to.

This. Is vile.

For several reasons but let's start with the obvious.

This person is (seemingly) defending the use of AI to generate fanfiction, and is posting it as their own work rather than disclosing that it's AI. Now I've been on TikTok since 2019, I know what ragebait looks like. But this is just one little sliver of an issue I am PASSIONATE about because of my degree.

AI in creative spaces.

Not only is AI extremely harmful to the environment, but it is extremely harmful to artistic industry, and is inherently unethical when it comes to fan-creation. Lemme break it down.

Fan works, like my own, are transformative. We take an existing story, characters, setting, etc., and change it using our own creativity. This can be as minor as adding an original character in, and as major as reworking an entire ending. However, the work is transformed, and completely original, while still being dependent on source material.

AI generated fan works, especially fanfiction I would like to argue, is not original.

How AI works, is it mines data from the internet to train itself, and learn how certain prompts should be answered. It takes every piece of data submitted for that keyword, and molds it into the perfect, most streamlined response, eliminating any diversification of thought to an idea. It takes the creativity out of creating.

While this could employ practical use in, say, medical fields, as a creative algorithm this will do 1 of 2, if not both of these things:

1. It will generate fanfiction, train itself on the fanfiction, and we will see the gradual disappearance of different types of format or content because the AI does not generate it anymore. (Think: all fanfics streamline to a few genres with little differentiation, repeated lines and paragraphs, disappearance of some fandoms as niches get saturated)

This mimics how corporate art style had become very similar across the board. It was the most effective, and designed to be as such, so now things are oversaturated with it. Same with the Steven Universe art style-pocalypse. It was an easily replicated style that worked, and so so many people used it that eventually there was a drought of different illustration styles (not to discredit artists that used or still use the style, art is subjective). Now artists have diversified again and it's amazing, but for a long time there was an issue where that art style was insanely dominant.

Now, we see the rise of the AI art style, that has people who employ the style naturally having to include a disclaimer that they do nor make AI generated work, and show their process to prove it. I'd also like to point out that AI also has replicated other art styles, with Jojo's Bizarre Adventure author Hirohiko Araki literally having to put out a statement saying he straight up didn't want people using AI to replicate his style.

All of these diverse art styles are feeding the AI, which in turn will churn out more and more "art" and start to streamline the digital art space, with AI generated artwork being easily made by typing in a few words. More and more is generated, less and less is actually drawn, and we see everything begin to bottleneck.

2. AI will destroy the desire to create transformative works, because it will take away the motivation to create the work.

You, a first time fanfic author, slaved over a computer for hours, writing an absolute masterpiece of a oneshot of your favorite ship. You title it, tag it, and throw it to the winds of AO3, a nervous wreck but excited to see what happens.

Only for an AI generated work to get more kudos and comments than yours ever will.

How does it feel? Not good right? Those kudos you do get mean a lot, but a fanfic written by a robot in 5 minutes was better received by the community than your all-nighter piece. So you never post again, because you lose all motivation. The use of AI to generate fanfiction in this sense will discourage new authors, because it diverts attention away from their own work in favor of a corporate, built to be perfect, story.

There is already a lot of desire to present a perfect product on the internet, because the internet has such a tightly-controlled idea of what should and should not occur. In today's internet, perfection is valued above all, because a lot of spaces are hyper critical of their perception. The internet killed 'cringe', and therefore no one wants to be labeled as something or bullied or hated on, because their work was not well received by a niche. Thanks, Tik Tok.

So, why risk being put in a situation where your own work is torn apart by people with an inability to move on, when instead you can use a machine to generate a fanfic that will be received well, because it is trained on other fanfictions that did well?

Foolproof idea, right?

Wrong. Now that work isn't yours.

Let's get to the meat and potatoes here.

AI FANFICTION RIDES THE EDGE OF PLAGIARISM

You are using a system that sources every fan work created by people on the internet, that in turn, is being spat back out with the most common themes and writing.

"I spent so long prompting it."

Prompting. Is not. Writing.

You did not write that. Do not claim it as your work. You entered keywords. That is not transformative, your work is not original, from your brain.

There is a lot of room here to say that fanworks themselves are not original because they rely heavy on source material, however, as a fanfic author myself, a lot of work goes into fan creation.

I write for canon-compliance with an OC insert. I have to keep the story happening, make my character not completely passive, make them fit into the world around them, and make sure they contribute without derailing the story. It's very hard. Some authors take characters and throw them into completely different situations, worlds, power-systems-

You get the picture. It's hard to write fanfiction, and yet we do it because we are passionate and excited to tell the story our own brain thought up.

And to address the accessibility argument, I would actually like to argue that AI is not good for accessibility in fan creation because it assumes that people who may have disabilities are incapable of generating their own fanworks without substantial help. I myself do not have any disabilities, though, so I would actually love to see someone weigh in on this with more experience than I, perhaps we have different opinions!

Anyway rant over, I think AI is a blight on society with few practical uses, have a good Friday y'all 🩷

[403tarot]

hellong

i've thought for a while before making this post. if you're not a regular follower, i don't think it makes sense to read, but if you follow me and keep up with my posts, i ask you to read just to know some information regarding the functioning of the blog from now on.

i created this blog because i wanted to combine training my reading skills with my love for k-pop. and that's still true for me; i'm not here to be a people pleaser, a famous tarot reader, or be seen as the ultimate truth. i just want to showcase my work, practice, and gossip about K-pop.

lately, i've been making a lot of NSFW posts, and i want to say that this will continue to happen, potentially increasing. i even thought about creating a separate blog just for NSFW posts based on tarot, but then i thought, "why should i do that when 403tarot is MY blog, my space, and there i can post whatever i want? who am i trying to please by doing that?"

and i don't want to please anyone. i am of legal age, the idols for whom i create NSFW content are of legal age (yes, they are not your little meow meow), and the audience for my content in general is for adults. besides, tarot is a game. nothing that any tarot reader says is necessarily true or false; it's just how a person interprets answers to questions posed to 78 cards of paper.

"i don't think xyz idol acts the way you described" okay! take what i wrote as fanfiction then, imagine that they act that way and have fun. learn how to enjoy things without taking it weirdly too deep. i know some see tarot as something sacred, but in my view, it's just 78 cards made for my entertainment. for me, it's a mere game, and i'll always treat it that way. if you don't like it, and my perspective bothers you to the point of being hateful, you can unfollow me.

i say this because some of you have become too brave in sending me rude asks while hiding behind an anonymous filter. i don't care... i don't know who made you believe that you are SO important, but i'm here to tell you that it's not true. i don't care if you don't think tarot should be used for NSFW or that my readings aren't good enough. i put disclaimers in all my posts, and in none of them do i remember mentioning that i need anyone's approval.

however, anonymous asks are now permanently prohibited. you can tell me hateful things through ask but at least have the decency to show your username while doing so. from there, you can have fun and say whatever you want! you'll probably be ignored, but i know some don't get attention from their parents and therefore feel the need to seek it from strangers on the internet.

briefly speaking, please don't flood the ask. i know it's crucial to know if your idol is dating someone or if the woman he's going to marry is a foreigner, but if you've sent the same ask three times, rest assured i saw it. sometimes i just didn't find it interesting, wasn't in the mood to accept or i don't like the guy. anyway, check the upcoming posts on my pinned to make sure, and don't forget that if you're not paying me anything i'm not a employee of yours.

in summary, i will continue to do whatever i want on my blog, and if that bothers you, the door is open for you to peacefully leave. i've developed affection for some blogs that are frequently here in reblogs and notes, and you are the majority, so know that i like you sooo much and this post is directed at a small fraction of people only.

if you've read this giant text and made it this far, i hope you have a great day/night. 🦆

[tommykinard6]

I don't mean to pile onto your bad day but I've been seeing a lot of creators on tiktok complain/compare the bucktommy and henren tags/fic count on ao3 because there's almost more bucktommy fics then there are henren fics. The number one claim is always that bucktommy writers are racist because we don't write for henren. But like, that's not correct at all? People can write fanfiction for whatever they want to. If they want to see more henren stuff then they can write it on their own.

We can coexist without fighting each other. I'm just tired of people screaming about how bucktommy is anti this or anti that, when we're just vibing by ourselves and don't want the drama but the drama finds us anyway because Sucky People are loud and get heard the most.

You’re good, anon. It actually gave me something to think about during work.

As a quick disclaimer, before we begin, I’m not a POC. I am not speaking for anyone in the Black community and am not attempting to speak over them. My following thoughts are as a queer woman-ish who is also a writer.

I think it must be noted that Hen and Karen have been overlooked since day one. The fact that Buck coming out made it the “gay firefighter show” when we’ve had a beautiful canonical lesbian couple since the very beginning? Is only proof. Is this proof of racism in the fandom? Maybe. Quite possibly. I would argue that it comes from a misogynistic point as well.

If you look in any fandom, regardless of the color of their skin, any wlw ship is horribly overlooked. I’ve done some tag searching on ao3. Straight and mlm ships battle for dominance while there are canonical and fanonical wlw ships that have a drastic difference in numbers. This isn’t a good thing. But it’s an experience that spans fandoms.

I find it sad that BuckTommy has almost more fics, with only two episodes under their belt, than Henren with 7 seasons. However, this isn’t a reason to hate on BuckTommy. The ship didn’t do anything wrong. Comparison is the thief of joy and it’s also rage bait. I think that some creators simply are using anything they can to hate on BuckTommy. Which that makes it sadder, that they aren’t concerned about Henren other than pushing their own agenda.

This isn’t to say all creators who are speaking about this are doing this, but I guarantee some are.

Now, let me speak as a writer.

As someone with 62 published fics on ao3, I write almost exclusively mlm ships. This isn’t because I hate women. And as a queer woman-ish, don’t even start about homophobia. But for some reason, I find it so much easier to write men than I do to write women. This is true for straight and wlw ships and also just in general. I love Henren, but I don’t have the faintest idea about how to write them.

It’s hard enough to write as it is and I’m already writing on ships that are easy for me. I try to write women and it just hasn’t come out right. I want to challenge myself, branch out, and maybe I’ll write for Henren to do that. But I say all this to point out that for some people like me, writing some ships and demographics of ships are just a little more difficult.

That leads me into something else.

I, as a white person, worry about accidentally writing non-white characters wrong. And this was reinforced not too long ago when we had that whole thing on ao3 with deliberate racism in 9-1-1 fics. If anyone has resources or advice for writing non-white characters, I would love to hear that! The last thing I want to do is cause any harm.

I feel like I’ve spoken a lot about me, but that’s because I can’t really speak for anyone else. I can only speak from my experience.

We already have a ship war between BuckTommy and Buddie. We don’t need to pit more people against each other. I think we can love BuckTommy while agreeing that Henren needs to be seen and appreciated and treated equally.

End note to say: I tried to speak as delicately and as sensitively as I could, but if anything came out wrong, please feel free to point it out (kindly). Again, I speak for no one but my very little section of the world. I’m interested to hear what people of other backgrounds have to add!

[a-writers-blurbs]

A bit of a disclaimer ig...

Hi guys,

This is going to be a long post that sounds slightly rant-y & I'm going to apologize in advance for that. I am going to make exactly ONE post (this one) about this topic, and I will not be discussing it further or posting about it again. I will also not be responding to any negative comments but deleting them instead.

These are my personal opinions and [...not *trying* to sound rude, but there's no other way to say it...] a bunch of random people online aren't going to change my opinions.

My husband is an artist. He does canvas painting & draws comic books (think anti-hero dark horse). I paint furniture (kinda mini murals) & make chibi drawings. I've also been writing fanfiction since the late 90s.

That being said, this post is about AI art.

I get the controversy, I do. But I've heard this argument before, when fanfiction became more popularized. The whole "You're just stealing someone else's work & changing it up to call it your own" is (at its core) the same argument against AI. The only difference is that instead of you yourself changing it, you're allowing a machine to do it.

But I digress...

Over the last week, I have received several messages about my use of AI art. First & foremost, my stuff is appropriately tagged as AI.

Second, I don't sell or advertise these pictures in any way. In fact, none of them have been posted anywhere but here (as of 6/1/24).

Third, and probably most important, I DONT MAKE THEM FOR YALL. Fanfiction & fanart are a HOBBY. It is something that I do because I enjoy it and it destresses me. I DO NOT do it, hoping I'll get 1000s of followers, views, likes, etc. Every story I write, I print & bind for my library. I will now be doing the same with my AI pictures.

I have a condition that has a symptom called Maladaptive Daydreaming. Because of this, my head is full of an alarming amount of excruciatingly detailed & unrealistic scenarios and images. (To the point that it affects my everyday life).

I can't necessarily recreate the images in my mind without help & the only way to get rid of the random scenarios is to write them out. So I do write them. And now I use AI to help me get a BASE image. I do still go in myself and edit/redraw parts of each generated image to fit them to the characters I want them to represent. I do thus using digital art.

Granted, there's a whole other group of people that think digital art isn't real art... but that's a discussion for another day. Anyway...

TLDR:

I use AI art & will continue to despite some people's dislike. I will continue to delete any and all comments left publicly that are malicious, rude, or condescending. My stories & are are for me. If others enjoy it, great, that's freaking awesome. If not, there are literally thousands of other fanfic authors you can follow instead of me.

Again, I apologize, I know this sounds rude. But I need to be 100% transparent on this one. I am extremely grateful for every folllower & reader I have. I won't lie & say comments/positive interaction isn't a serotonin boost because it is. Yall also give me more motivation to actually complete a story vs. moving on to the next idea. But I'm not going to change the way I do things to appease someone I don't even know.

This is one of the few things I enjoy doing in my free time & have been doing it for 25 years now, and in the last 5 or so years ALL fandoms have gotten so toxic its hard to enjoy anything anymore. Last time it got like this, I simply stopped posting. I'd rather not do that again, but if people (who aren't even following me) don't leave me alone, I'll probably have to do it again, sadly.

But for now, hopefully this post will give people with different opinions to go ahead and block me from their feed. We're not going to agree so instead of wasting energy arguing, let's keep the peace & agree to stay off if each others feeds.

I won't judge you on your idea that you feel it's your duty to harass people over their choices & you won't judge me for enjoying something. 😉

Thank you for listening. Love yall & and I hope your day is blessed!