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jenoslutie · 1 day ago

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F o r C e r t a i n I k.mg

pairing: fwb!mingyu x fem!reader

warnings: sex in a club bathroom, semi public sex, unprotected sex, reader and mingyu have a teeny bit of alcohol in their systems, creampie, switchy!mingyu, switchy!reader though there isnt much implications of power dynamics theyre just horny. also, a littleeeee bit of reader x seungcheol because yeah.

a/n: forrrr...... the lovely @seokgyuu !!! surprise mitchie!!! i was your secret cupid!! :D i hope you enjoy this little sumsum. sorry this is late, ive been insanely busy BUT im done finally. this is heavily inspired by f o r c e r t a i n by partynextdoor!!!! (you should give it a listen while reading :D !!!!) also, thank you @ddeonghwa-s for hosting this wonderful collab hehe!!! this was so fun and cute.

“Mingyu!” You called out, suddenly catching a glimpse of him in the crowd. The music was far too loud for him to hear you though. Your attempt, though, fell on deaf ears, Mingyu still had his back turned to you, downing a shot alongside Soonyoung. Pushing through the crowd, you finally reached Mingyu.

“Mingyu!” He turned around when he felt you tap him. His smile was big at the sight of you,“You made it!” Engulfing you in a big Mingyu hug, it was one of his best qualities, the huge bear hugs he gives.

Just then, you feel a presence behind you, “Y/N?” You turned around and there was none other than Choi Seungcheol, you watched him give you a once over before meeting your eyes “You look fucking amazing tonight.”

“Cheol!” Seungcheol hugged you before dragging you away from Mingyu and your other friends, not that you were complaining though. Seungcheol was hot, one of the hottest men you’ve ever seen. His big, warm body pressing up against yours while you danced together was not how you expected tonight to go but, here you were and you were having the time of your life.

You were so engrossed in Seungcheol that you didn't notice Mingyu glaring at the both of you from across the room. He hated seeing you with another guy, especially if it was Seungcheol, his best friend.

You were sick. Sick of all the women that you watched all the women flirt back and forth with Mingyu tonight. You knew he looked good tonight, he always does. But something was different in the air today, everyone was all over your man. Well…he just didn't know he was your man yet. It's not like the two of you were dating but everyone can tell that there is something going on between the two of you.

Most people.

You watched each and every girl come up to him, make a move on Mingyu and him happily flirting back. Does no one notice you practically latched to his side? Did no one see you two walk in together? Did no one see the way you danced with him? On the dance floor, Mingyu kept you pressed to his front, the two of you grinding on each other

"Why are you so quiet?" Mingyu raised his eyebrow at you. You shrugged and looked away, ignoring his question. As glad as you were that he noticed your change in attitude, you can't cave in that easily. He tried to get you to tell him what was wrong but no matter how many times he asked, you continued to ignore him.

You almost thought you lost his attention when you watched another girl walk up to him and offer to buy him a shot, to which he happily accepted. You watched as she made small talk with Mingyu while the Bartender got the shot ready. Scowling at the sight of Mingyu entertaining the girl was enough to have you giving up on even trying to care about what was happening in front of you. It was safe to say you were royally pissed off. Until, you felt Mingyu’s soft hand on your cheek.

He turned your head to the side, facing him again. He had the shot infront of him and a wedge of lime in his free hand. You were taken aback when he set the lime in between your lips before downing the shot. You were about to take the lime out, completely uninterested and unfazed by the bitter sour flavour when he leaned down and sucked the lime off your lips.

Oh…

Oh.

The girl, taken aback, left the scene before you even got a proper look at her. Mingyu gave you that stupid smile of his he always does. The sweet, bright smile he always does makes you feel like you're the only girl for him. And in the moment, it felt as if you really were the only girl for him.

“Stop frowning, you know I only want you.” His lips lowered to yours again, engulfing you into a passionate kiss that had you gripping onto him for dear life. “Mingy-” You were cut off by a groan from Mingyu, “I think I need you,”

You pull away, pouting up at him playfully, “You think?”

“Baby, you and I both know how bad I need you.” You made a sound of disapproval, “I’m not too sure about that, why don't you show me instead?”

Without saying much more, Mingyu grabbed your hand, leading you to the bathroom in the far back of the club. “I need to be in you like now.”

And before you knew it, you were pressed against the bathroom door, your lips on Mingyu’s as he rushes to get your little dress off you. Mingyu’s hands trailed over your soft skin; feeling up on every inch of your bare skin. Every kiss of his lips, every drag of his tongue, every touch of his hands had you falling deeper and deeper into a trance. He relished in the moans you let out, becoming more and more eager to please. You press a hand to his chest, pushing him back a little. “I’m gonna suck you off.” As confident as you wanted to sound, your voice betrayed you, coming out as more of a whimper than anything. Mingyu didn’t complain in the slightest, letting you fall to your knees and tug his pants down.

“You’re always so good with your mouth, aren’t you?” Mingyu cooed, watching as you pulled his underwear down to his ankles before placing a big, opened mouthed kiss to his tip. “Yeah? How good?”

“Mingyu~” You groaned out when he pulled the cups of your bra down, latching onto one of your nipples. “Please Gyu, I need you.” Mingyu hummed, pulling away from your nipple with a ‘pop’.

“Fuck, bend over for me baby.” His voice was strained when he asked but you listened still, you slid your panties down, stepping out of them and discarding them somewhere in the little bathroom before bending down onto the counter. Mingyu lined himself up with your cunt, letting out a loud moan from behind you, the feeling of your arousal dripping all over his tip. “You get this wet from just a little teasing?” He chuckled.

“You’re gonna take my cock like a good little slut, yeah?” A swift smack to your ass with one hand gets you moving. You slowly push back onto him, taking more and more of his cock in you with each movement.

Mingyu hummed once he was fully buried inside you. You began to bounce on his cock and you could see all thoughts leave Mingyu’s mind. The both of you knew he loved seeing you like this, desperate and putting in the work to reach your high. The alcohol combined with the pleasure you were giving him made him more sensitive than usual but he was not gonna let you do all the work. “Fuck–stop–stop moving, please.” You tense up immediately, coming to a halt.

“Baby, are you okay?” Your voice was soft yet hoarse from the moans you were letting out. “I-I'm okay! Just let me do it, watching you is so hot I was about to cum already.” He had the audacity to sound sheepish while he said it, but either way, you agreed and let him take control back.

“Aren’t you such a good girl?” He muses, hiking your leg up on the sink so he could reach deeper inside you. Mingyu mumbled a small “good girl” under his breath before pushing into you once again. You moaned loud, feeling his cock filling you up to the brim. He trailed a hand to your front to rub your clit and you moan out when he wraps his other hand around you to grope your breast and tweak your nipple between his fingers.

“You wanna make me yours so bad don't you? Hate seeing all these girls on what’s yours?” Mingyu’s breath was right on your ear, sending shivers down your spine. God, this man was so fucking hot. “Yes,” You nodded, “Hate seeing them near you, you’re only mine.”

“Yeah?” Mingyu’s cock twitch inside you, his thrusts growing erratic a clear indication that he’s right on edge “You’re mine too baby, hate seeing other guys all over you, especially that fucker Seungcheol.” Mingyu sounded beyond fucked out, keeping your hips pressed against him, tight.

“Make me your slut daddy,” You begged, trying to meet Mingyu’s thrusts but he tightened his grip on your waist, holding you in place and fucking you harder. “What a little slut,” Mingyu chided with a broken moan. “Tell me how much you enjoy this, hm? Tell me how much you like how I fuck you.”

“F-fuck Gyu, like it so much, love how you fuck me” You could barely hold yourself up at this point, relying solely on Mingyu to hold you up. “I need to cum, Gyu– I’m so close.”

“Cum for me baby,” He groaned, feeling you get impossibly tighter around him, your walls spasming as you came around him. He helped you ride out your orgasm, fucking you through it while you wailed pathetically, begging for him to cum in you. “Please cum Gyu, please fill me up. I need to feel your cum inside me, I want it so much.” It only takes a few more thrusts for him to tighten his hands around your hips and press you firmly against him, burying himself deep inside your cunt and releasing his hot load inside you. Thick spurts of cum fill you up as he moans your name like he had no shame whatsoever, like you're the only people around. Mingyu fucks his cum deeper inside you. His grip on your hips loosened and you fell forward on the counter, barely keeping yourself up anymore.

“Fuck Gyu, you fuck so hard when youre possessive like that.” You uttered between laboured breaths and he let out a breathy chuckle. “And you get so turned on when I’m like that. So I guess it's a win-win huh?”

“Hm..sure.” You cheekily replied.

Mingyu chose just then to pull out, making you whine at the feeling. Staying in that position while Mingyu fixed his own clothes before your own, pulling your bra back into its position and finding your panties, placed right next to your feet, and pulling them up before doing the same with your dress.

“We look like a mess.” You huffed, attempting to fix yourself up in the mirror but Mingyu scoffed, “I’d say I look like a mess, you still look as beautiful as ever baby.” Pulling you against him and pressing a small kiss to your lips. “You’re acting a little too much like a boyfriend right now.” You mused, smiling up at him coyly.

“Yeah? He smirked, “Guess you’ll have to give me an upgrade to boyfriend status soon.”

“We’ll see…” You pretended to hesitate, giving him a disapproving look before turning on your heel, walking towards the bathroom door.

“You can take me home for a round two, by the way.” You playfully winked at him, unlocking the door and exiting the bathroom. And without hesitating, Mingyu followed right after you, calling an Uber for the both of you back to his place.

Bonus:

Days after the club incident and a while of non stop texting with Mingyu, you finally received the message from him that you’d been waiting for.

mingyu: you know. mingyu: i'm really expecting a boyfriend upgrade

you: yeah? why should you get that?

mingyu: let’s be real i cannot stand going out again without you being mine. mingyu: i think i’ll genuinely crash out if i see another man try to hit on you mingyu: and you know i’ve been dying to make you mine.

you: have you?

mingyu: dont ask me no stupid questions, you know damn well. you: well then, come over and make me yours gyu.

mingyu: bet, be there in 15, get ready for me baby.

#seventeen smut #svt smut #mingyu smut #kim mingyu smut #kvanity #thediamondlifenetwork

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takooyakkii · 2 days ago

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he loves me, he loves me not ✿

DARK!CHOI SU BONG X F!READER

warnings : —MDNI angst, manipulation, verbal abuse, physical abuse, swearing, body shaming, swearing, sexual language, implied public sex, cheating, not proofread, crack

sum : you’re in an abusive relationship with su-bong but you still love him. not like you can leave anyway.

a/n : YALL IM GETTING INTO FICS NOW, ARE YALL PROUD 🥹 my vocabulary is bad I don’t know much complicated words im sorry 😭😭

w/c : 1-2k?? (i guessed)

another warning : if you don’t like or don’t feel comfy with dark content please don’t read this! this contains many things that I explicitly do not support in real life. this is just fictional, please be safe lovelies xx (*^‿^*)

“when it hurts but it hurts so good”

su-bongs slaps are like kisses. you swear he loves you. no matter how much times he hurts you, you love him, and he loves you too. right?

“y/n. where’s my cross?” he calls out to you. you pause as you remember throwing his cross full of pills in the toilet and flushing them out when he passed out last night. fear slowly envelops you.

“your cross? i don’t know what you’re talking about, honey.” su-bong darts his eyes at you, slowly standing up from the couch. “bitch, don’t give me that bullshit. where. are. my. pills.”

you flinch at his now angry tone. “su-bong—i swear, i have no idea…!” you lie between your teeth. su-bong stands there before walking up to you, backing you up into the kitchen counter.

“lie again and see what happens.” he places his two wrists beside you on the kitchen counter, trapping you inside his arms.

“okay—okay! i-i… i—“ he cuts you off. “spill it, you dirty whore.” he mocks your stuttering. “i flushed it down the toilet last night…” tears start threatening to spill.

“you…” he didn’t even finish his sentence before slapping your head hard, making you fall to the ground. “do you even know how much those cost?!” your nose was bleeding and your bottom lip was quivering, holding the place he had hit. “im sorry—i-its killing you!” you started crying.

“i fucking need it!” he roared. you always blamed yourself. you shouldn’t have flushed his cross. “im sorry, su-bong… please forgive me.” su-bong’s eyes softened before he sighed. “get the fuck up. you’ll make it up to me tonight.”

you already imagined ‘tonight’. him fucking the shit out of you and slapping your pretty face occasionally while your eyes were crying a waterfall. this is the life you live and will always live, su-bong would say. you’re his.

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the next night, you two decided to go out for dinner. a steakhouse. su-bong had booked a reservation before coming. the waitress led you two to a table. su-bong never sat across from you, always beside you, holding your soft thigh.

you were picking something to eat before su-bong interrupts you. “hurry up.” he taps his finger against the table impatiently. you decide to settle on a scotch. su-bong rolls his eyes. “don’t you think you need something healthier? you’re getting fat. have a salad or something.” he complains. “oh… I’ll just get a salad then, thanks.” you obeyed. the waitress raised a brow at su-bong. “you sure?” she looked back at you and you nodded. su-bong glared at the waitress, his eyes shouting at her to leave already. the waitress glared back at him before leaving with your meals on the notepad.

su-bong gripped onto your thigh. “hey, why so nervous?” he stared at you so intensely, you were sweating. “no reason.” he grabs your jaw, laughing. “you’re gonna make a scene, baby. calm down.” you nod rapidly. “ok—ok.” you fiddle with your fingers under the table as he then wraps an arm around your shoulders, still staring at you before his attention goes to something else.

minutes later, your food and drinks come by. the same waitress had brung two glasses of coke and two scotches. su-bong raised a brow at the other scotch that you ‘didn’t’ ask for. “oi, lady! what the fuck is this? she asked for a salad, didn’t she?” su-bong slammed a fist on the table, making the cokes spill a bit. he starts catching attention from other customers.

the waitress narrowed her eyes. “sorry, we couldn’t make that salad.” su-bongs eyebrows furrowed. “why not?” the waitress decided to tell him straight. “because she obviously doesn’t want it.” su-bong was shocked at her back-talk. “bitch—“ he stopped before turning to you. “baby, do you want that scotch?” you sat there for a couple seconds, thinking about what could happen after you say yes or no. you silently nod. su-bongs eyes narrowed. “oh, really? well, guess what? you’re not getting that because you’re too chubby. so, you’re getting a salad tonight.” his grip on your thigh would probably bruise next morning. “now move it, lady!” he shouts at the waitress before she groaned annoyingly, taking the scotch back and bringing a salad. she couldn’t risk her job when she was already quite broke herself. :(

you were silently eating your salad as su-bong was eating his steak with a grin on his face. you just wanted to be you, but then again, you loved him. the waitress looked at you from afar while waiting for any upcoming customers. she looked away to go assist new customers. su-bong had sat you on his lap, taking a hold of your breast. you two were somewhat lucky since your table was in a corner where no one really noticed.

“i think you can make it up to me right here for trying to get that fucking steak when I clearly said no.” he lifts the back of your skirt up, looking down to slowly pull your panties down. he would take you anytime, anywhere. “s-su-bong, we’ll definitely get caught here…!” you panic, holding a hand to his chest. su-bongs eyes went sharp and he tilted his head. “do you think i care? at least they’ll know you belong to me.” he slightly lifts his hips up and lower her pants and boxers down to let his member free, then resting right below your bare pussy.

— sorry no smut

su-bong had fucked you right in that restaurant. almost proudly—no. proudly. when someone walked past their table he had just hold you and tuck your skirt below your ass, pretending you two were cuddling or something. something you two would never do aside from now. sadly for su-bong, he could get jailed for having sex publicly. he couldn’t risk you escaping.

—

you were sitting on your couch, watching some TV before su-bong walks in the living room, looking all ready-to-go-out outfit. he was going to the club again. you don’t know what he does there but you never ask. that’ll only earn you some bruises. “im going out.” is all he says. “bye, be safe.” you reply before continuing. “love you.” he doesn’t acknowledge that and just leaves. was this one-sided? does he even love you? you just want him to love you back.

su-bong was at the club just drinking, smoking, having drugs and definitely cheating on you. he would fuck a girl in a private room every time he’d go to the club while snorting some c0ke. you never knew. even if you did know and confront him, he would proudly admit that he did, not caring at all. all he had to do was fuck you and ‘apologize’ and you’d forget all about it.

you wait, wait and wait until you hear the door unlocking and opening from the living room. you checked your phone. it was 3am in the morning. you go to the door, welcoming him. “welcome back…” your smile being weak. “move out of the fucking way, slut…” he pushed your shoulder before walking to the bedroom and falling onto the soft sheets, sleeping almost immediately.

you smile and pull him onto the bed properly and tug the blanket on the both of you before holding him. no matter how much bruises painted your body by him, you’ll always love him. you believe that he’ll change sooner or later. hopefully.

this was just a lil test to see how i write angst, part 2 maybe?

@truefandemonium :)

#Spotify #squid game #squid game 2 #choi su bong #su bong x reader #thanos #thanos squid game #thanos angst #angst #squid game angst #choi su bong x reader #choi su bong angst #tw abuse #squid game fic

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vonbabbitt · 18 hours ago

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Was it intentional to have only 2 women alive at the moment? Did you only notice after production?

actually lets talk about this because im seeing some people calling me a misogynist again

it was not intentional! i did not take into account a gender ratio when planning out the death order, it did not even cross my mind. the fact that it worked out like this was a massive coincidence. if that coincidence instead ended up being that we only had two boys left by this point, id let that slide too! for me it doesnt really matter.

im telling a death game story. for me its a given of the genre that you can expect a large amount of characters to die. one unfortunate side effect of how ive set things up is that because its a death game story, and because most of the plot and development in death game stories happens via death, some people have made the claim that im killing off women to develop men and saying im a misogynist. im not going to get defensive because i can see why someone would say that. however, i feel like its kind of just a natural consequence of two combining factors: mostly women have died so far, and development in death game stories happens through people dying, so the death of women has caused development for men. if men were dying, they would be dying for the development of women. everyone is dying for the development of people because thats how death game stories go.

im sorry to people who are dissatisfied with the gender ratio and have criticisms of how i handled things. that said, i do not particularly care for being called a misogynist! i am a woman and i am a feminist. i have lived my life with feminist values and pushed for gender equality for a very long time. i rallied for gender equality in middle and high school when girls were being treated unfairly by administration. i rally for gender equality in the field of ECE where i work. i write to politicians and i write articles about the institutionalized misogyny present in our government and society. i know that i am not a misogynist, and if despite everything i actively work to do for feminism, people still think im a misogynist because i killed off too many girls in my danganronpa fanfic?? i honestly dont think thats someone whose opinion i should be weighing too heavily lol. you can dislike the death ratio. you can even critique it from a feminist perspective, thats fine! but do not turn that into a personal accusation of me being a misogynist. thats genuinely ridiculous lmao

but to answer the original question: coincidence!

#ask #anon #tetro danganronpa pink #tetro pink #tetro danganronpa #von.txt

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i-ate-your-dog-srry · 2 days ago

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Hey!!! :3 psstttt!!

An ...apology..? post nobody asked for!!!

I've been saying I'm going to be coming back for a while! And then doing it for a day and falling out of it again!!! >u< I think I'm putting way too much on myself!

So, in full, I'll be taking a probably longer pause on:

@niron-the-neons-daily-blog

@daycare-au

@charlie-chime-in

@zuris-ask-blog

@ruperts-ask-blog

Although it's not as if i was quite actively working all those in the first place! (╥﹏╥) i will also be taking no more commissions for a while! I can't work at a pace that I feel appropriate in the head space I am right now! :3

I have been struggling to find motivation to post to those blogs, and thinking of them at the moment gives me pretty bad anxiety and paranoia! X] I feel as if I'm letting people down by not consistently working on the project of the welcome home AU specifically! But looking at it from a standpoint of reality, im sure nobody wants to head hunt me for not answering an ask, but still!!! .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·.

Im sorry for taking so long with everything!!! I just want to make all my friends happy all the time because they deserve it!!! But I think i go super insane over little things! i can't help but feel people won't like me anymore if i stop drawing things! (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

What im trying to say is!: to everyone who i promise drawings to im sorry! I want to draw for everyone because I love drawing for people! But then i draw too much! Too many wips-!!! Then I feel i am being unfair! I guess i just offer a lot that I can't give! Maybe this is too forward, but i wanted to say i don't mean to upset anyone with false promises!! I hate when people are upset with me, and ironically, that's what seems to get me into these situations and then keep me stuck in them!!! (ó﹏ò｡)

So I'm sorry for probably disappointing a lot of people!!! ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)⁭ ⁭

I have to work on not immediately trying to offer things to people! TUT

#silly stuff #silly #art #digital art #welcomeh #welcome home #my art #my art and stuff #apology kinda!!!

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canine-economy · 10 hours ago

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i didnt actually plan to post this because its a joke i drew in 20 mins between assignments but i feel bad having completely disappeared. i just couldn't get her out of my head when i saw it im so sorry susie fans i have real art of her coming soon i promise

jennifer's body (2009) could've saved susie lavoie if she didnt disappear in 1994. honestly it could've saved many a repressed 90s lesbian.

#.my art 🌊#dead by daylight #dbd #susie lavoie #the legion #dbd fanart #i think julie objectively being the most bloodthirsty and dangerous legionaire isnt spoken abt enough #god forbid a girl with pink hair find that kind of intriguing #cw eye contact #legion dbd

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inkskinned · 1 month ago

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you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

#spilled ink #warm up #oh im .... sick to my stomach.#i talked to him. like ....... we talked. that man interacted with my poetry and writing.#that article.... gutwrenching. i am so sorry to everyone he's ever even been in the room with.#i feel.... like... unbearably. sick.#he acted like he was cool and friends with me!! we were cool internet writers together!!!!!#i feel sick for even having been polite to him.#i ...... am experiencing something so fucking complicated.#i wonder how many of u are feeling that too. like ''oh i sent him an ask and he was funny and sweet''#THATS HOW THEY GET U. ..... and YES I KNOW!!!#i am so fucking well-read about parasocial relationships. it would just be nice to like. trust that someone ISNT #hiding a huge fucking background of BEING A COMPLETE MONSTER. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK.#by the way i am not part of a fandom. this is “what the fuck i accidentally supported a rapist” not #“but my showww”. like i care far more about like. the human cost.#but also like... people are people. idk i saw a take on here about how nobody should mourn the books #and idk. people almost always reply to any scenario with their personal experience first -#''i knew him'' or ''wow i was just at that store'' or ''i grew up there'' or whatever. because that is how we establish connection &#emotional weight. that's just... a person thing. and there is a difference between 'oh this guy is a monster'' & the feeling of:#he's been a monster and i SUPPORTED THAT. i CELEBRATED him. i !!! a fucking victim myself!!!!!!!!! SUPPORTED . HIM.#i am sick. i feel so much pain for her and everyone he's ever hurt. saying ''the books are ruined'' is i think ... like how people say #they're shocked and disgusted by him. (obviously there's nuance here. im sure there's some creep doin it wrong. but u know. in general)#idk..... im an author. i understand my work is in your life in whatever small way. i understand that connection. it's real.

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datcravat · 2 months ago

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It seems there's a new lawyer in town!!!

#I think she's one of the most underutilized characters ever I will DIE on this hill #she can hear people's feelings that is the COOLEST concept ever #you get people who can hear thoughts a lot and that's cool but hearing FEELINGS is such a sick and unique concept #AND SHES A LAWYER #THATS THE COOLEST CAREER YOU COULD GIVE SOMEONE WHO CAN HEAR FEELINGS THAT OPENS DOORS FOR SO MANY GOOD STORIES #I'D LOVE IN AA TO PLAY CASES AS HER WHERE YOU HAVE TO WORK BACKWARDS FROM PEOPLE'S EMOTIONS TO FIGURE OUT MYSTERIES #IT'S A WHOLE NEW SIDE TO THE EVIDENCE #AND SUBTLE HIDDEN FEELINGS KEEP GUIDING HER AND PPL JUST CANT KEEP UP WITH HOW SHE WORKS... STUFF LIKE THAT WOULD BE INTERESTING #WHY ISN'T IT UTILIZED WHY DO WE JUST HAVE PSUEDOSCIENCE MINIGAME #ATHENA IS SO LIKEABLE AND CHARMING AND FULL OF LIFE TOO #PLEASE CAPCOM #I LOV E HER PLEASE #GIVE US A CRAZY MOMENT WHERE SHE TAKES PHOENIX ASIDE HALFWAY THROUGH A CASEAND TELLS HIM HIS CLIENT WAS JUST ELATED AT THE SIGHT OF A CORPS #OR DO IT IN THE GAMEPLAY WHERE THE PLAYER SPOTS IT IN THE MOOD MATRIX #omg yeah actually that'd make me shit my pants that'd be so cool #proper ghost trick moment #THERE'S SO MUCH COOL STUFF YOu can do fuck okay sorry there are so many tags now #can you tell I got feelings abt this character I LOVE HER so much Im in love w her tbh and she's also so me #ace attorney #athena cykes #my art #have a good day thanks for looking at my art haha

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verflares · 7 months ago

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who's afraid of the big bad wolf?

#brace yourself everyone. he's been trying to adapt his artstyle again #wolf link #loz #twilight princess #tp #tloz #tp link #zelda #legend of zelda #eye strain #artists on tumblr #my art #i had fun here . i think. i have GOT to get some better ideas at backgrounds but usually i just dont care... sad #but i have been told many times the shapes here are fun to look at so. i hope you enjoy. we will be twilight princess posting for a bit #so. be ready for that. maybe some non-loz stuff too depending on how im feeling #anyway have a nice day everyone ^_^#link #link legend of zelda #sorry. forgor to tag him

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ssunspoiled · 2 days ago

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((private)) ofcourse it matters of course you matter of course the fear matters its reasonable its tthe responsibleway to feel I dont ever mmeanto make your feelings seem less or iiinadequate its that iit isnt aa new threat or a new fear iit isnt less important just has been managed its been true long enough ,thought through,thought you realized thought you allready knew when you took the jump iin to them.It already has a door open in to anything with a network. Its allready there in them. Ithought you knew Ihavealways understood the threat its been a partof this place as long as I have.As longas I have been here And I Fought it And Ive seen it through the years. And I know him in a way I cannot even speak andI cannot communicate that my lack of balking is not a lackof understanding or a lack of caringor listening I just. familiarity.Andwith that ,I dont know what would do much but to cut off all network and hide and what would that DO. no IfI did that I wouldnt be in the position that I AM with it I knew it as a personality even ,did you know that.That I knew it beffore it withdrew. Youve known so many gods Belle what is it of this one but that it has its claws in some one youve fallen in love with. There are so MANY out there of course we arent the most invulnerable of anything but this is why strategy in how to handle them mattersso MUCH and I have confidencein this one this one that I know It would have been safer on this side with his bodyon this side than we are on that side by far. I know how to keep a distance How can I say this and not nnothave you feel like Im doing some thing to hurt you , making some unnecessary risk But makinga plan to avoid this in the future, to be there for him so he iisnt isolated alienated means acting and acting beyond wanting to snuff him out not an option

If I knew it was just keeping the home safe could have gone out anywhere Imsorry Im sorry I didnt understand that but How canI let you know your fear matters without just eating it and shuttingdown when I can do some thing to keep things safer ,to hhelp people I love How can I not share it and tell you why with out you feeling Im lessening it How do I help things stop when thereareso many things said at once done at once, how doI help ground this in any way we havent tried hhow ,if this isnt enough You NEED me but??You need me to stop and I can see how much every eeverythingI try to say isnt comingout How do I let you know I iim here if everything wweve done isnt enough how how do I let you feel hhow much you matter how I love you if What am I doing wrong that it isnt coming across if you cant feel it I dont understand What am I missing

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It's already out here. We're as safe as we were before

What else is that but platitudes to get me to stop acting irrationally? If I misinterpreted then I'm. I am sorry but that's what it felt like. Feels like. I'm not used to being this. Fuck I can't even speak correctly. Im not used to not being able to control this and they almost died and then you immediately turned around and welcomed it into our home. Just because he didn't have a way to actually get here doesnt mean you didn't offer without even

I am afraid. I am weak, right now. We both almost lost someone that we love and there's nothing I can do except just sit here and. And when it came to it you chose him and I'm not. Theres no resentment, I'm not angry with you and I know he's your best friend and I'm only your girlfriend and god I understand it, I do, I'm just. Whether that was what you meant by it or not, that is what it felt like. Feels like.

#((private))#thirdeyeopen

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