#imagine getting your work compared to that. that's so fucking insulting.

[altschmerzes]

every day i am reminded of the number of times a couple years ago people would REPEATEDLY recommend Homophobia And Racism (And A Lot Of Other Gross And Bad Things!): The Book Series (That Liked To Think It Was Sports Fiction, Sort Of) to me and compared my sports fiction novel to it like. i am so glad i don’t remember who those people were specifically bc if any of them were people whose opinions i still value i’d have to quit writing immediately and forever.

[writingroom21]

Okay how about this purge AU

Where reader is a pouge and is not living in a secure house.

Rafe is the one purging like the other kooks but had a soft spot for shy pouge reader and lets her stay in his house and threatens her to have sex with her or else he kills her (I mean he's lying but she believes him so they have sex)

Purged

Warnings: 18+, DUBCON, smut, darkish Rafe. Please be advised that reader only has sex with Rafe in fear of her life.

Wc: 3.2K

A/N: Sorry this took me forever to get out. I was contemplating on how I wanted to go about this because this is a new realm of writing for me. Then I felt like everything I was writing sucked.

You know when you say you wish your life was like a movie? The first time that idea ever occurred to you was when you were a kid watching Disney movies. You’ve always wished to be able to run away from your home life. Escape into a world where you could be anything and have the perfect life.

Growing up as a pogue you found it hard to see how the other half lived. You and your friends were barely getting by and then there were the super rich kids. It also didn’t help when the kook and pogue rivalry started to gear up. It felt as if no matter where you went people would always remind you that you are nothing and no one would care if you disappeared. 

Even Though it was hard you tried to not let it bother you. Taking all the insults they threw at you as if they were nothing. Cleaning up your yard after they trashed it without making a peep. The kooks from your year always seemed bothered by you never making a fuss. The other pogues always put up a fight and then there was you. The only one who never showed any hatred from them and never showed weakness even when they tried. 

You were like some rock that they couldn't move. Which only ended up making you a target for their games. Every Halloween a bunch of kooks would make their way to the cut just to egg your house. One time they even put up edited photos of you all around school making you the laughing stock. To say the least they were not happy when you just kept walking with your head high not acknowledging what they did.

Your only escape was dreaming how different your life could be. Comparing your situation to the ones on your tv screen which only had half a screen. You’ve pictured your life in most movies or sitcoms. But you never imagined it as a horror movie.

Today was a normal day like every other day. You had gotten up and rode your bike all the way to work. Since you work at the country club you always have to deal with all of the kooks. Especially since you work the front desk so you are the first thing they see every time they walk in. Today was no different with the snide remarks.

“Look its the whore from the cut. I’m surprised they haven’t given you a job upgrade after fucking all of them.” Some random guy you think you’ve ever seen comments. You just type away at the computer ignoring his irritating voice. He walks up to the desk and tries to talk to you again. “Come one why don’t we go to the back and you show me how you got this job.”

You slowly look up at him and see Rafe Cameron behind him. You watch as he taps the guy's shoulder and gets even more confused about this whole situation. “Yo buddy why don’t you fuck off.” The guy turns around and backs up a little when he sees Rafe walking towards him. “Why do you care?” Rafe gets in his face ready to punch him if he opens his mouth one more time.

“Because I fucking do. I don’t need to explain myself to you. Now run along before I beat the shit out of you.” They guy looks back at you and then scurries off without another word. “You okay?”You stare at him in shock. “Yeah I’m good.” He just nods his head, knocking on the front desk in front of your computer. “Good.” Then he was off to go play golf like he does every Saturday. 

You don’t understand what just happened. He was a kook and he was defending you. Now that you think about it you never really saw him be rude to you. He never made fun of you and you can’t recall him laughing at your expense. The rest of your shift was a haze. All you could think about is why would he tell that guy off. It’s not like the two of you were friends.

By the time you left work it was on the back burner. The wind was blowing in your hair as you pedal through the streets. The breeze was a nice comparison to the heat from the day. You were a few streets away from the country club when your phone started ringing.. The noise was obnoxious like those test alerts they sometimes do. You pull over to the side of the road and pull out your phone.

“This is not a test, this is your Emergency Broadcast System. Announcing the new commencement of the purge sanctioned by the U.S. Government. Weapons of class four and lower have been authorized for use during the purge. All other weapons are restricted. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime (including murder) will be legal for 12 continuous hours. Police, fire, and Emergency Medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7:00 a.m. When the purge concludes. Blessed be our new founding fathers and America... A nation reborn. May God be with you all."

You stare at your phone as the voice reads the words that scroll through your screen. Laughing you put your phone away thinking it was some dumb joke and keep riding your bike. After only a few pedals a loud siren scares you, making you fall from your bike. You slowly stand up fixing your bike and looking around. Everything seemed normal so it must have been nothing. 

Then there was a scream.

One that you would hear in a horror movie when they are getting murdered. You look around confused as to where the noise came from until you see someone run out of a building holding their shoulder. Just as you were about to ask if they are okay another person runs out with a knife, stabbing the first person until they are laying in a puddle of their blood. Standing there in horror your eyes meet theirs as they look up.

As quickly as you can you get on your bike pedaling as fast as you can. You see people running out of the store with a bunch of things, other people laying on the ground. This honestly doesn’t even feel real to you. It has to be some nightmare you are about to wake up from. You take one hand off the bar to pinch yourself and sure enough this is all real. 

Suddenly a truck is revving behind you, headlights illuminating you on the street. The wheels make a crunching sound as they speed up along the street. Fuck. You have nowhere to go and they keep getting closer. Panicking you dart to the sidewalk trying to get to the trees for cover when you hear your name. Looking over your shoulder you see Rafe leaning to the passenger window trying to get your attention.

Great he defended you earlier just to kill you now.

“Can you just fucking stop for a minute. You need to get in.” Not stopping you go down a dirt road trying to get away only for him to follow. He passes you and stops so you can’t get any further. He gets out of the car and walks towards you. “Please, I just want to get home. You don’t have to do this.” You try to plead with him. Sure you could ride off right now but he would just catch up eventually.

Rafe gives you a look and shakes his head. “I’m not going to kill you or something. The kook from earlier, you know the asshole.” You nod your head at him recalling the guy. “He made a post once the announcement came on. Told everyone to go to your house so they can all kill you. I’m just trying to save you.”

It's hard to believe that he wants to help you. “Why would you help me?” He crosses his arms and takes a step back towards the driver side door. “I maybe an asshole but I’m not a killer. Plus you never once did anything to deserve this.” You were still skeptical until he showed you the post. After another second of thinking you agreed and he’s loading up your bike in the trunk. If he was going to kill you he would have done it by now. Both of you are out of sight of any person and plus there are no laws stopping him. Maybe he is just trying to help you.

You get in the passenger seat and look in the back to see a shirt with red stains on it. Rafe catches your eye sight when he gets in and sees how you scoot closer to the door. It’s the polo shirt he was wearing before you didn’t even notice he wasn’t wearing the same thing. You want to leave but he convinces you otherwise. “I got a bloody nose on the course. Stupid Topper was practicing swinging and I didn’t see.”

It makes sense, you’ve seen it happen plenty of times. Rafe is grateful when he sees you relax. He doesn’t want you to know that the blood is actually Thomas’. After he saw the post he found Thomas going to his car. He used the bat he keeps in the back seat to teach him a lesson and ended up killing him. The last thing Rafe needs is for you to be scared of him when all he wants is to protect you.

When he arrives at his house he is quick to get you inside. Stating that the less people that see you both the better. Plus his house has a great security system so no one will be able to get in.

“Where’s your family?” That’s a great question that he honestly couldn’t care about. The only person he’s worried about is his youngest sister but he already messaged her and she’s staying at her friend's house until it is all over. The house is the one next door so he knows she’s safe. “My dad and Rose are on a business trip. Sarah went with them and Wheezie is good. It’s just us here.” Something about the way he says it sounds reassuring yet the undertones tell a different story. Ignoring it you let him lead you around the house mansion, giving you a tour so you are comfortable. The time keeps ticking as the two of you talk. It feels like the world actually isn’t ending and it’s nice to forget about what is happening outside. Rafe had put on a movie after a while of just sitting. It was a dumb action movie so you weren’t really interested. You were looking around his room.

He said the upper floors would be safest since it gave the two of you more time to get to the safe room. Not that the two of you would need it but just in case. Again it made sense so you went along with it. The room was simple, a TV was across his bed and there were little decorations. It honestly didn’t seem like a bedroom and more like where you put the guests. As you look around Rafe is busy looking at you. 

He’s always like how you kept to yourself. Even when the other kooks gave you shit all you did was take it. Never put up a fight and took it with stride. It reminded him of himself. He’s used to taking crap from his dad and he isn’t allowed to say anything. He admires the fact that you share the quality with him.

When you turn your attention back to the tv you see that Rafe is looking at you. You turn to ask him what’s wrong but he takes you by surprise. He kissed you. It took you a few seconds to realize that he was kissing you. His lips are moving against yours but you are completely still. What the hell is happening? This isn’t real.

You pull away, pushing his shoulders when he tries to chase you. “What are you doing?” Wanting to put some space between you two, you move further away on the bed. Which in hindsight might have been bad since you are now up against the wall. “I’m kissing you. What the hell are you doing?” He grabs your arm, yanking you back next to him. He starts to kiss your shoulder as you try to think of what to do.

He’s kissing your neck and all you want is to get out of here. Pushing him off of you again, you get up from the bed. “What is wrong with you?” You give him a look of disbelief. “What’s wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with you?” Rafe gets up from the bed and blocks the door as you try to leave. “Why are you doing this? I thought you wanted to help me. I don’t want this.”

Rafe is starting to get angry now. Why are you fighting this? “What are you even talking about?” He’s messing with your brain right now. There’s no way he can be serious. “Why fight this? We are so alike and we should be together.” Wow he really is serious. You knew he was crazy from what you’ve seen and what others told you but you never believed them.

“Are you fucking crazy? We don’t belong together. I don’t know where you got that idea when this is like the first time we even talked or hung out. Plus the only reason why I’m here is because of the stupid purge thing.” You’re panicking. He’s still blocking your way out and he has this look in his eyes. If you had to pinpoint it the look would be sad maybe desperation. But you knew better, that wasn’t it.

“Fine if that’s how you feel then you can leave.” He’s bluffing, the rejection hurts but he wouldn’t hurt you. You don’t make a move to leave so he goes over to drag you out of the room. He just wants you to leave him alone and just stay in one of the guest rooms. 

You really start to panic now. He’s throwing you out just because you won’t sleep with him. The grip on your arm is tight so you know he’s mad. Just as he goes to open the door you throw your body onto him, lips smashing against his. He’s confused. You were just fighting him because he kissed you and here you are. He pulls away holding you in his hands. “I’m sorry. Don’t put me out when they want to kill me.”

Oh

You think that he’s going to let them kill you. Wait he can actually work with this. “Why shouldn’t I? There’s nothing in it for me by keeping you safe. I should honestly just offer you up to them.” He’s lying to his teeth. Even if he truly wanted to, there's a part of him that doesn’t want to hurt you. Your eyes start to swell with tears. You’re scared, you don’t want to die and you know out there you will. 

“I’m just scared, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight so I was pushing you away.” He knows you are lying, only saying it to save yourself. A sick part of him doesn’t even care, liking that you are willing to sell yourself for safety. One of his hands cup your cheek, pulling you closer to him. “It’s okay baby. You don’t need to be scared, I’ve got you.” There is a need to be scared. He’s willing to sell you out and he thinks there is nothing to be scared about.

He leans in, bumping his nose with yours before kissing you. You timidly kiss him back, letting him set the pace. As the kiss progresses he gets more aggressive. Slowly he starts to pull you back into the room. His hands are wandering your body and it doesn’t feel right. You wish this stupid purge never started or that he had never found you. Maybe it would have been better if you did go home and they found you.

His kisses start to travel down your neck, his hands making their way under your shirt. You allow him to pull it up, leaving you in just a bra. Rafe takes a moment to admire you, playing with your breasts. He takes you closing your eyes as a sign of pleasure, enjoying the feeling. But in reality you just need to get it over with. “You look so beautiful.” You hum not knowing what to really say. Once again he takes it as you enjoying what he’s doing. 

Before you know it you’re laying down on his bed naked with him on top of you. His fingers are rubbing your clit, circling it as he sucks on one of your nipples. You hate that it actually feels a little good. But you remind yourself that you can’t control how your body reacts. His actions stop causing your eyes to open.

You are greeted with his eyes staring down at you. “I knew you felt it too.” He kissed you, distracting you from the fact he lined himself up. Your mouth gaps open when he pushes himself in. It feels like he is splitting you in two. Giving you just a few moments to adjust he starts to thrust. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders, nails digging into him.

“God, you feel so good.” His head drops to your shoulder. “Doesn’t it feel good?” You nod your head as he kisses your neck, trying to stifle the whimpers threatening to escape. His thrusts are steady, ripping you apart from the inside out. You only got a little glimpse of him but you saw that he was big. Not only that he was girthy too.

It wouldn’t be a shock if he was actually ripping you apart. His right hand right hand finds its way between the both of you. His thumb continues its work from earlier and circles your clit. You squirm around as he keeps using your body. 

He grabs your face so you are looking at him. “It feels good right?” He repeats the question, nuzzling his nose with yours. “So good.” At the confirmation he lets out a moan and rests his head in the crook of your neck. 

You don’t know how long you laid there but soon his hips started to lose their rhythm. His grip on you tightens as he finally cums. He keeps holding you so you wrap your arms around him. You soothe him for some odd reason, running your hand up and down his back.

Rafe starts to feel guilty. He does know that you only slept with him to stay alive. It’s starting to eat at him. He lifts himself up to look at you and caresses your face. When your eyes meet his, he breaks.

“I wouldn’t have hurt you.” You just look at him without saying anything. “You may not believe it but I mean it. I won’t hurt you.”

You somewhat believe him. Maybe he wouldn’t have sent you off to your death but he still hurt you. Yet for some reason you give him what he’s seeking. “I know. It’s okay.”

The purge may have taken a part of you but you know that he’ll live with the guilt.

[0xstarzx0]

LOVE ME LIKE I DO | ONE SHOT|

Rafe S3 x Yandere reader

{OPEN COMMAND (please l’m bored)}

[English is not my native language ❗️❗️]

synopsis: If he doesn’t love you as you love him, just give him a little reminder, maybe he’ll understand who he belongs to this time.

Ok then, it’s really creepy to read, it’s the first time I write this kind of thing and it’s probably the last time. It’s really weird and not suitable for an uninformed public, so if you’re sensitive please don’t read this, I’m fucking serious. Don’t.

tw: murder, stalking, mental issues , weirdos, mentions of sex , mentions of murder , insults, violent, non-con, kidnapping, yandere.

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Rafe knew he had a problem, but you. You were crazy. You proved it to him several times, instead of scaring him, it turned him on.

You were also very jealous, so much so that once you tried to fight with a girl who watched Rafe for too long.

Simply put, Rafe wasn’t the only one who was crazy, you were a crazy couple. Who could kill to protect each other and vice versa.

But Rafe wasn’t as in love as you were, he was definitely possessive and strongly attached to you but he wasn’t obsessed with you. On the other hand, you were.

To say that you didn’t want to cover up several times without him noticing, or even spy, would be a lie.

You had the location of his phone, put a camera in his room with a microphone.

You were a psychopath. Rafe compared to you was a little gambler.

You could only take it out on your mother, the only memories you have of her are all the times she keeps telling you not to give up when you loved someone.

If it took 20 years, then it would take 20 fucking years.

When you lost access to Rafe’s location, a few things were weird. When you went to Tannyhill and the house was empty, you quickly understood what was going on.

Rafe had abandoned you, after all you had done for him. You had literally killed for him, you even had to hide a body for him.

And he to thank you was gone??? No Rafe you do not know who you belong to?

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Rafe had returned to Outer Banks.

As soon as he set foot on the island, he had sealed his fate.

The camera you had in his room was still working, and so was his microphone. You get up an hour instead of him every morning, just to see him get up and change.

You were just wet to see his abs or his hard dick in the morning.

Today was a day like any other, you plan to spy on him and take notes. You noticed he melted the cross you stole with him and sold it with Barry.

You followed him around the streets of Charleston. Making you as discreet as you could. You don’t understand why Rafe turned around and started looking around.

You hid as fast as you could and Rafe left.

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You felt your heart filled with sadness and hatred. Your whole body felt broken.

Rafe had a party to celebrate his official return to the island but, the latter was not alone.

Under his muscular arm is Sofia, a girl who worked at the Country Club that you and Rafe used to date.

She knows very well that Rafe belongs to you because, she had several times seen you slip away with him in the toilet.

That bitch knew full well she never should have done it, yet she did.

She’ll pay you, you swear.

When you got home that same night, you saw Rafe moan her name, touch her make her scream. Every second you spent watching that fucking screen disgust you.

You must have been the one he was exhausting, over-stimulating, so why were you there and she was being destroyed?

A wave of Jealousy and hatred overwhelmed you, You could not sleep. You got up, you started imagining what you would do to them and you liked the idea.

Your hand went to your panties, Rafe’s favorite. 

You touched yourself with two fingers, you’d force Sofia to look at how much Rafe would rather fuck you, kiss you and make you scream his name.

how obsessed Rafe was with you.

You started shaking feeling your orgasm coming, you felt like it was Rafe’s fingers, you closed your eyes two minutes and when you opened them, you fingers were soaking your sheets too

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The next day, you made sure of everything. The hammer was in your bag with the ropes and the sedative.

You waited to see Rafe’s bike go and entered Tannyhill. You made sure to be as quiet as possible and is checking the camera through your phone. Sofia go to the bathroom.

You walked into the room and heard ten minutes, until Sofia was too busy washing herself to hear anyone coming into the bathroom.

When she got out of the shower and unfortunately for her, she didn’t turn around, you strangled him with the rope.

She struggled for a while and you pressed your knee behind her back to further limit her oxygen. "You’re gonna die when Bitch!" You’re screaming.

Her suffocations were the only noises in the whole house. Suddenly she stopped moving her face was blue.

She was dead. You took her body and dragged her into the room, put her in a suitcase and went downstairs into the kitchen.

You pulled out the ingredients to prepare Rafe’s favorite dish is here.

Once finished, you put sedatives in it, then you imitated Sofia’s writing to perfection. You looked at the time and realized that Rafe was coming home soon. You went up to get Sofia’s body and took it with you from Tannyhill.

You fed it to the alligators, including in the swamp, and burned Rafe’s suitcase. You went home and prepared everything for tonight, you put on your best dress and you made the most beautiful possible, your reunion was going to be perfect.

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Your moans were the only thing audible in the room.

Rafe opened his eyes more and more slowly, he wanted to move his arm but he could not. The more he forced the more he felt his arm was being burned.

He also felt like a few things or rather someone was on him. He was inside a pussy?

This thought made him open his eyes, look at his beas and he was hung on either side of the bed. He looked ahead and froze on the spot.

You were on him, He was inside you and you were moving on him. You moaned his name you shoved your nails into his skin.

"Damn it, Y/N..." he moans trying to come to his senses. "Fuck Rafe!" You scream while accelerating your movements.

You moan louder and louder until you reach your peak.

You collapse on Rafe. "Fuck Y/N what are you doing here?" Rafe asks screaming.

You look Rafe in the eye. "You belong to me Rafe, I came to take back what belongs to me." You say while looking at him.

"You’re a fucking weirdo!" He starts trying to get the ropes off his wrists.

A clapping sound sounds in the room. Rafe slapped violently. You grab the back of his head violently forcing him to look at you.

"You know I’m crazy about you? You know that?" You ask Rafe about to explode. "YOU KNOW WHAT I’M CRAZY ABOUT YOU RAFE??!" You’re screaming. He’s not answering.

You close your eyes and calm down. "Everything I’ve done and what I’m going to do, I do for love you know that." You gently caress Rafe’s cheek. You stand up and get the hammer that was in your bag. You walk up to Rafe. "What are you going to do?" he asks you to panic. "Make you understand never to leave me or cheat on me again."

You hit his head violently, which just knock his out.

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You watch Rafe wake up, when he opens his eyes he’s panicked, he looks around him. "You’re finally awake Love?"

You lean to put your face closer to his, he instantly backs up in his chair to which he is tied. You still manage to put your lips on his.

"Let me go, I won’t tell anyone." he asks you with pity.

You put your arms and your head on his lap. "I can’t, honey." You say in a little voice. "Why?" he asks." Because you’re not in love with me, and until you feel what I feel for you, I won’t let you go. Even if it takes me twenty years or more."

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[themoodyestj]

hey, i heard that you love to speculate on other people's lives, so i did some speculation of my own, this is my theory hear me out i think the reason you hate the Ackles so bad is that you are secretly gay, but you are homophobic and deeply in the closet. you hate Danneel because she was your gay awakening (i don't blame you, she's hot as fuck) and you hate being gay. you always say you don't want to fuck Jensen and that's true, you actually want to fuck his wife so bad that it makes you despise him, you are jealous of him, not her. he's the one who has what you want. so, you run a secret anti Jensen blog that is disguised as an anti Danneel blog, because you hate them both, but you don't want anyone to find out that you're gay, so you pretend to be a Jensen fan. i'm 100 percent right, i'm certain of it, because i have eyes and i'm an expert on body language. Boink!

Dear Anon, I'm gonna level with you. I have recently caught a head cold and I was feeling like death warmed up, but you surely made me laugh! Thank you for that! Also, it is always refreshing to get a delulu in my inbox. No matter how crappy I feel, it's always comforting to know I'm not you. I have to take a page out of Misha's book and come clean... I am straight. But if I *were* gay, it wouldn't be for ze kween, dear God, have you seen that? I'd be gay for Scarlett Johansson. I don't know, Meryl Streep (such a GILF), Emma Stone, Anne Hathaway. You know, real actresses. I'd even be gay for Gen, if I'm being honest! Her voice sounds a lot better, she seems a lot more loving, she actually does shit that works and she's a lot prettier! Another thing I love about her, is that she seems like she can actually read, instead of keeping books on a shelf for photos. And she's really really classy. She shines without trying too hard. I mean, compare this:

With this:

It may be a matter of taste, but if I were gay, I think I'd like my girl to not be trashy or slutty. To leave something for the imagination, you know? No joke, for me, this dress is the female equivalent of this:

If only there would be one of those in lace. And now that I come to think of it, Cohen was a lot more famous wearing a disgusting mankini that your Kween ever got wearing... those things she does, titties showing and all. Weird, right? A man's hairy body and junk hanging is more valuable than your Kween. Gotta hurt. Last but not least, if I may ask you a few questions (you can answer in delulu, I took a few classes).

1. Is it possible to be gay and homophobic?

2. Why are you using the word gay as an insult? (hellers are coming for you, yes they are, you homophobic piece of shit smeared in hairy low hanging balls, big disgrace for mankind. poor excuse of a human being)

3. How is my blog secret? Oh... You thought you *found* it? Through *extensive research*? Oh honey....

4. How did you read my body language? I'm curious. Did you find me hot? Im hot. If you saw me, you know Im hot. Hotter than your kween (which, admittedly, isnt very hard, so its not even much of a flex).

5. And last but not least, will you be so kind to take a survey? My blog aims to make everyone feel included, including society parias and looneys like you. So I just launched a survey to try and understand you guys better to better serve your needs. You can answer it by clinking on the link.

I'm looking forward to hearing your opinion! In @themoodyestj we aim to please, while giving you a thorough reality check!

[artofhazbinhotel]

I agree with what you said about Stolas but things need to be addressed with blitzø too. How this whole thing started was stolas dad buying him and blitzø father making him steal from Stolas getting him to his house when he was older to steal the book but instead felt guilty and decided to give Stolas a pity fuck before getting caught.

Obviously it’s none of their fault but it was weird from the beginning and only got weirder due to Stolas perspective on their relationship. Throughout everything it was really Stolas toying with Blitz thinking it was love but it was evident in moments where Blitzø was in denial about his feelings but how the relationship work was obviously the issue especially how he was treated.

I wouldn’t call Stolas a bad father compared to what he dealt with. He’s really lovingly towards octavia and it’s only til later that things start becoming bad in her household. Stella isn’t a bad mother either it’s shown but Stella was abusive towards Stolas something he had gotta used too and stayed for Octavia until she was grown enough for him to start being able to free himself from Stella which Octavia viewed as him leaving for blitzø.

Obviously confessing your feelings in that manner was Stolas complete fault but what came after wasn’t his. Blitzø kept visiting and texting things he would usually avoid with Stolas and his only excuse was that he felt that he needed “to earn his way towards earth” which wasn’t true. Blitzø felt guilty again but decided to take his anger out to prove a point to Stolas that he wasn’t a bad guy for not caring until later he realized that he was wrong they both were and had different views on what they had.

While I think Stolas done very stupid things and missed at lot when it came to Blitzø. Blitzø also made bad choices and often hurt people due to him not being able to open up. It’s both their issue and I would rather then not end up together as well so they both see their error of their ways.

Oh I completely agree with you, blitz used him as a date, flirted with him to get the book, insulted him instead of communicating how he's hurt, and tried to use sex to fix their relationship. Neither one of them is a saint, and okay about the father thing, I don't think he's a bad dad exactly? Just not a good one. You can love your child but not be the best parent y'know? Imagine how she felt, her dad is very publicly cheating on her mom and what is supposed to be her spending time with her dad is interrupted by him focusing on that guy. He said "the only man who can fuck me" in FRONT of her 😰 he's great compared to his dad, but wouldn't be? Yeah the whole apology tour plot was just blitz being an asshole, but i really don't think in the beginning of the episode stolas saying "when have I ever done that?" And "just like striker" are good things, he isn't acknowledging blitz's feelings with the first thing and with the second blitz was with his daughter and did send the help he could. It's like Stolas makes blitz feel guilty for things that aren't even his fault, and the "do you feel remorse for anything you do?" Places more blame on blitz than himself, he was doing so good with realizing the deal was wrong and then he did all that, if he had just asked why blitz felt lower than him and found out what he did was insulting they could have come to an understanding at the very least but instead he was like "nuh-uh, never did any of that youre crazy"

[leakyweep]

Eustass Kid x Reader; Baby

A/N; GERMANY I always love your ideas and this was so much fun to write!! Also sorry for the corny argument I really couldn't think of anything else lmao

Words; 2.0k

Warnings: afab reader, masturbation, a little sub Kid hehe, overstim, penetration, degrading, please let me know if I missed anything :) minors DNI

Kid sighed, grumbling curses under his breath as he pulled his comforter over himself. He wasn't joining you in your cabin on the ship tonight; opting to stay in his own room after your argument with the red-haired menace.

"Kid, it wasn't anything like you're thinking. I fell!" You turned to your boyfriend, a furrow on your brows. "He caught me. Are you really jealous of your best friend, right now?"

Kid's face was comparable to the color of his hair; maroon and heated. He had walked into the kitchen, witnessing you in the arms of Killer. You had tripped, and he had caught you in quite a precarious position. You wanted to smack Kid across the head for even thinking anything like that, but you knew his temper was worse his listening skills.

"It fucking looked like he was enjoying it-his hands in places only my hands should be," he said, a sneer tearing at his lips. He couldn't help his possessiveness; it was a defense mechanism, a front for his fear of you leaving him because of who he was. How deviant and dangerous he could be. You knew his words were just uttered out of emotion, but you couldn't help but look at him incredulously.

You turned to his door, your arms crossed. Before exiting, you looked over your shoulder. "If you really believe that, you must be a self-righteous bastard. Killer would never do such a thing to you. And neither would I." You spat the words, insulted that he would think that of either you or his best friend. Before he could respond, you shut the door and retreated to your own cabin.

Now here he was, tossing and turning at the lack of your presence. He had always fallen asleep so easily with you; whether it be after an intense fuck that had both of you passed out naked before you could clean up, or after venting to each other and silently falling into your dreamlands in each other's embrace.

Now, it had been a few hours since he spoke to you, and he had actively ignored the gentle rapping on his cabin door about an hour ago. He didn't want to face you, and you knew that.

He knew better than to seek you out, especially after he cleared his head and realized he was wrong. He'd never admit that; but you also knew that. You just understand him so well, no matter how much he denied it. So, he suffered in silence, staring up at the ceiling, out the window, to your panties lying on the floor...

He was so frustrated, so tired after his emotions flared up, and he just needed to get his mind off things; so he grabbed the lacy fabric, raising it to his nose and sniffing your essence from them. It was like drugs to him, feeling as if your scent consumed every one of his nerve endings.

He reached to pull down his boxers, his dick still soft. He closed his eyes, imagining the night you had worn these panties, the teasing way you bent over to drag them down your soft legs...

He palmed himself until his hardness was aching and his tip was swollen, and he covered his cock with your panties. He started to pump himself gently, groaning at the feeling of the scratchy fabric dragging down the underside of his length. A bead of precum oozed from his slit, swiping against the panties and covering his cock in a slight lube for the time being.

The sound of your moans from his memory filled every corner of his brain, the gentle sound making him grunt your name as his hips bucked up into your undies, and his thoughts were no where near the argument from before, his pupils blowing with desire as he stared at the lace covering himself.

"Shit..." he rasped, his eyelids drooping back down. His hand engulfed his shaft as he worked himself faster, stopping at the tip for only a moment before continuing his fist down. His balls were slapping up and down in time with his movements deliciously; and he didn't even notice as you stepped into the room as he was lost in the naughty fantasy going on in his head.

He only knew of your presence when your palms snaked around his thighs, jolting him back to reality with a quick gasp. Your eyes half-lidded and your lips turned upwards in a lustful grin, you couldn't help but take his panty-covered cock in your own palm, beginning to pump him a lot more gently than he had been with himself.

"Aw, my baby didn't wanna admit he was wrong, so he decided to use my panties to get off?" You chuckled, shaking your head, "You're such a perv."

His length bobbed at the contact of your hand and the nature of your words, his neck snapping to turn away from you. His cheeks were turning red, and he was embarrassed you had caught him panty-handed.

"What the hell are- nngh- are you doin' here?" He asked through gritted teeth, trying not to think about the way your hand was squeezing his shaft delightfully.

"Well," you started, reaching two fingers to his chin to turn his head back to you, "I'd rather fuck than stare at the ceiling and count sheep to be honest." You smiled at the way his face was flushed, how his fingers were bunching parts of the sheet, and you knew that you had your boyfriend like putty in your hands.

"Yeah? I thought you said I was a bastard?" He asked boldly, like you weren't controlling his pleasure. You stopped the movement of your hand, noticing how his hips bucked up ever so slightly. He tried to keep his face steady, but you also noticed the slight strain in his features.

"I can still think you're a bastard and fuck you," you whispered, your tone sultry. You discarded your clothing to the floor, motioning to Kid's pants pooled around his knees. "Take those off."

Usually, he'd scoff and fuck you senseless for even thinking you could tell him what to do; but he knew better than that right now. You were right and he was wrong, so who was he to deny you this? Even a deviant such as him couldn't deny that line of thinking. He kicked the trousers the rest of the way down, forgetting them at the end of the bed, your figure straddling his lap much more important in this moment.

"Finish what you started, baby. I'll wait right here for you to cum, and then I'll reward you. Sound good, love?" You said, your voice twinged with lust-filled sweetness. Your eyebrows were set downwards, your tongue rolling over your bottom lip as you watched your boyfriend cut his eyes.

"Babe-"

"Kid. Now." Your voice was stern, and he knew then that there was no argument here; he was going to finish and you were going to watch. He felt a lump form in his throat and he found himself suddenly unable to speak. Your eyes were fiery, bold, and his wrist seemed to almost move to his dick and start pumping on its own, as if you were controlling him like a puppet.

He worked himself, squeezing as his palm moved downwards before pausing at the base and moving back up quickly. Your stare never left his cock, as if you were a cat ready to pounce. Your eyes half-lidded, your tongue darting across your bottom lip every time his balls bobbed in time with his wrist, your breasts squished against the bed as you laid on your stomach to watch him intently... it was making him so hard it hurt. Every ounce of blood in his body was seemingly drained into his dick by your presence, just the thought of you watching him make himself cum all over his own stomach while thinking of you, while you were right there, was driving Kid mad.

He let out a pitiful grunt, his hand tightening and his pace quickening. "Fuuuck-" his voice was strangled, as if it were taking every ounce of energy to fuck himself into his hand and not your mouth that was right there, "You fuckin' enjoying this, slut? The way- shit- the way I get off just thinkin' about that tight little pussy? Can't wait to shove my cock in you- mm-"

His body jerked, thick spurts of white cum staining his abdomen and stomach. His hand was squeezing the life out of his cock, his head tilted upwards to moan wantonly into the air, like music to your ears.

You hummed gently, your hands slowly snaking their way up his thighs and to his lats to hold his torso down, suddenly mounting his lap after he was fresh out of an orgasm. He barely had time to gasp before you were smothering his sensitive cock with your aching pussy.

"Wha- mmph! D-damn, fuck-!" he couldn't even fathom a word that wasn't a curse as his overstimulated cock twitched inside your pussy, making you mewl gently. You began to gyrate your hips, your mound connected to his abdomen still as you relished in the way his swollen, tender head rested at the edge of your cervix. Your hands were planted against his chest, his own fingers reaching up to grip your wrists.

"Don't complain about your reward, baby," you cooed, sweat beginning to bead at your forehead. You swiveled your hips on his cock, spelling out your name with a smile. He felt it; and he matched your grin as his teeth caught his bottom lip. "Doesn't it feel so good, so sensitive and- aahh!"

Your dirty words were cut off by Kid, who had stilled your hips with his arm, fucking up into your squelching cunt quickly and mercilessly now that his dick didn't feel sensitive as all hell. Breathy moans and rough growls, squishing sounds of your pussy and slapping noises of your hips bouncing on his lap, none of the most sinful noises were absent as Kid fucked up into you with vigor and pride.

He had let you take the reins for a moment; but he needed to be in control now.

"Reward? Slut, you are my reward. Now, shut up and take my fucking cock." His hips met yours with reckless abandon, determined to make you forget the argument from before. It was definitely working.

The bed creaking ceased as you slammed your hips down, your pulsing walls choking his length and head and sucking him into your orgasm. A shuddering shriek of Kid's name and something that sounded like "coming" spilled from your lips, your juices coating his cock and abs, mingling with the dry cum from his previous meat-beating. Your body was twitching and goosebumps painted your skin, every single last nerve in your body taken over by pleasure at the feeling of Kid's cock jammed into your g-spot.

Kid wasn't far behind, painting your inner walls with his spend, his mouth full of curses and filthy calls of your name. They were shouted out into the heated air, uncaring for what poor soul walking around above deck would hear.

You stayed positioned on his cock, cum dripping from your stretched entrance, leaking onto Kid's balls. You dropped your head to rest on his shoulder, panting and trying to catch your breath. Your hair was sticking to the sweat of your temples and forehead, and Kid reached down to move the strands and kiss your face. It was hot and sweaty, but he didn't seem to mind as he was covered in a mixture of both of your fluids.

"So... was that your apology for being wrong?" you asked with a chuckle, gazing up at him with an adoring gaze.

He just chuffed, "Tcch, sure. If that's what you wanna call that." He rolled his eyes, the blush dusting his cheeks only a little noticeable. You kissed the skin where his neck met his shoulder, running your tongue around the marks you hadn't even recalled making during the intense debauchery.

"A win is a win, baby!" you laughed, doing a little victory dance. You had forgotten you were still impaled on his hardness, and the way you wiggled on his cock made the head brush against your swollen sweet spot, making you squeak. Kid laughed.

"That's what you get!"

[tvbyw0by]

Not even gonna say ANYTHING becuz of the fact I'm also writing this sleep deprived & half adleep AGAIN!!!

This is a remake of the other 1, where I wrote it as two characters w a s/o YOUNGER, but in the request it said OLDER... Atushi & Akutagawa (seperate) x reader

No warnings.

9 years ago gap.. hes 20, you're 29,

At first, he didn't know how to really do relationships like this in general,

He always thought it was weird seeing age gap couples, but when he saw you..

He fell second, BUT HARDER

At first he refused to believe he loved you, and would call you 'disrespectful' names regarding your age😭

"Old hag"

"Depressed Emo."

Back and FORTH bro,

You may be older than most and seen as a mother figure by a lot of people,

But you grew up w/ sass & attitude

If someone insults you, you insult them back

Even though your insults kinda suck its okay!!

He grew up being naturally afraid of older people, growing up mostly in the slums & the mafia, old people weren't always the greatest

And adding that onto the fact you're more of a physical person, holding hands, hugs, etcetc,

He never thought you guys would get together at all,

And so he pushed the feelings down until one day, you decided to tell him you're own feelings instead of waiting

"I love you"

"Oh." OH.

Literally didn't know how to respond,

Also did I mention how you will sometimes be 'shipped' with older people,

Lets say you work in the ADA, THEY SHIP U W RANPO OR EVEN YOSANO

Akutagawa got so pissed about it

He would've walked straight into the mf agency if it wasn't for you telling him not to

"I'm gonna kill them." "AKU NO---"

"Whos she, your older sister?" "Shes my wife." "Yea, im his- wait what"

You're 25, hes 18, 7years

Sometimes people think you're his adopted mother due to how concerned you act whenever hes hurt, but really you guys are dating.

It sometimes makes both of you uncomfortable with people comparing your relationship with a mother and son one,

But you guys learned to ignore it and move along with your day,

He sometimes thinks about the fact that you're probably gonna die before him, and he gets so scared

"I'm not gonna die so soon sushi..." "But what if---" "No."

Atsushi is incredibly shy, & often overthinks, ESPECIALLY when it comes to you,

He sometimes thinks about the fact that maybe you should date some one you're own age, like yosano or ranpo, or even kunikida!

"No sushi, I love YOU, not them"

I can imagine you viewing Kyoka as a daughter figure to you, and so you basically steal her and beg atsushi to adopt her

You're lowkey REALLY fucking rich..?

You'll sometimes give him hundreds of dollars just because,

"Sushi! Here---!" "[name], why did you just hand me 296,556 yen.." "296,556? I thought I gave you more.."

Andddd, theres the end. !!<33

[danddymaro]

Soft Hitmen | Risotto Nero x Reader

A bit of a tender moment. 

The reader is effected by a stand that renders her weak. 

Word count: 

Soft Hitmen

You'd been misinformed, terribly so. 

Seldom were the times when you encountered other stand users in your job that weren't colleagues, and in the case where they were your target, you had the intel that warned you.  

- But not this time.

It was bad, but not much worse when you considered the fact that you’d screwed up even after your lecture. 

It had been the three of you, Prosciutto, Risotto, and you out on the field with your eyes aimed at a certain, little hair-brained politician that had gotten too cocky and too much of a liability.

It would have been just you and Prosciutto, but Risotto was forced to oversee given the sloppy nature of your group’s last few operations. 

"And why do you need to babysit us," Prosciutto grunted with a halfhearted glare, insulted by Nero's details of the mission. He'd never needed anyone to watch over him, even as a rookie, and he didn't think you needed anyone either. 

"We didn't screw up," he added. 

At his side you bit your tongue, feeling the same sourness, but not too bothered by the fact that your leader would join you, even from afar.

Risotto noticed the way your lips pursed, and hearing the blonde-haired male's complaint, his teeth grit hard before he took a step closer to you two, the way he looked down at you icy.

" He's had us on a tight leash for the past year..." he started, and you could only imagine the blood in his veins boiling. " And if that isn't bad enough our last two jobs haven't been our best," he reminds you two, an undeniable fact you wince at, much more when his voice has an even shaper edge than usual. 

" If we keep this up, It's only a matter of time before he defiantly gets rid of us," he said lowly. 

"- And What the hell does he expect, huh?" Prosciutto suddenly says, thoroughly peeved. 

"Our cut of the pay is shit compared to everyone else..." He reminds Risotto. " for everything we do..." he added with deep huffs because it was true. You did the dirty work, and you hardly ever got anything back other than a stack of cash that was measily compared to the other guys.

-Not even a thank you was given.

And if that wasn't bad enough there were periods where you weren't needed at all.

"...Besides... we got it done," you pipe up in regard to the sloppy operations, but barely. 

You didn't like arguing too much with your leader. 

You knew it wasn't his fault, but every now and then you couldn't help voicing your own annoyances.

 Risotto suddenly placed a hand on one of your shoulders, the strong grip surprising you enough to make you look up at the man that had his other hand on Proscuitto's opposite shoulder. 

"We'll get our moment," he said simply, which meant so many things, but you could only think of one that would solve your every issue. 

'One day...we'll kill him...and we'll take what we deserve,' 

You hardly spoke of it, too shaken by what would occur if the Boss caught any wind of treason, but you had all silently agreed that it was the only way to breathe free.

-Especially after what he’d done to Sorbet and Gelato.

The gruesome memory still gave you cold shivers.

"But for now...we do our jobs, without failure. Without so much as a hitch," Risotto reminded you. 

You were there because you had talents. 

 Because any fool could kill, but it took a special bunch to do so efficiently, without so much as a change in air that would hint at it being foul play.

You gave Risotto a fierce nod, and slowly, Prosciutto followed too, though with a little curl to his upper lip that displayed existing annoyance.

"Fuck..." you could barely speak, seized by terrible shivers that left you weakened and to your knees.

Proscuitto took hold of you, cradling you close, saving you from impact, and he watched over his shoulder as he saw your target leave with two of his bodyguards, one of which had rendered you to the state you were now.

The nearly vacant street let him catch a clear view, and he contemplated just letting you fall so he could take care of the job before risotto appeared beside you two, agitation evident in his face that you could barely witness through your impairing sight. 

"It's a stand user...maybe two..." Proscuitto stated, having a suspicion the second guy was also one. 

You then pushed him away, standing on unsteady footing as you glared in that direction too. 

"We have to..." you said while taking a step in the direction before you fell to a knee, and as Proscuitto moved to you again, you, used your arm to ward him off, something he huffed at.

Hesitation was not one of his typical traits, but given that you were a woman, he'd always been just a tad bit gentler with you out of pure instinct, something you noticed. 

Granted, eventually down the line he cared about you, but the initial consideration was due to that, and you were thankful for it. 

Otherwise, he'd beat you around just as badly as he did Pesci.

Delirium hit you and your surroundings grew darker and murkier, and with a soft exhale, you stood back up on wobbly legs. 

Shivering, you hugged yourself, backing up into the outstretched arm of your leader as he wordlessly caught you. Seeing your need to stand on your own, he made sure to grip you hard before his body came closer.

You craned your head back to look at the man but found it dreadful as your head felt too heavy and it hung back. 

"Go..." Risotto told Prosciutto, trusting that now that he was aware of the retaliations, he'd finish the job himself.

The ashy-haired man doubted your assignment could go any further south, and he trusted Prosciutto to take care of it.

At that moment you hated yourself, much more with how feeble you felt. 

"Please..." you start, and you find it in you to somehow move your body to face him, your hands daringly reaching out to take hold of his shirt, holding on with the last bit of strength that you could gather. 

"-  stay with me, "  you tell him, breathing hard, batting your eyes at him pathetically. You practically have tears in them, and as he looks down, his own eyes slightly widen at the words.

You don't know why you say that, why the words just drip out of your drying mouth, but they do. 

And perhaps it's because that's why you had wanted to tell him so many times before. 

Like, that one time he'd lead you home after you'd all decided to have a few drinks at some crappy bar.

"I should have..." you incoherently think out loud, having thought of the moment so much, wishing you would have had the guts to invite him in to stay the night.

Meanwhile, Risotto could feel his heart race, thudding strongly in his chest.

 He would have to pick each of your little fingers off of his top to go free, and the idea was unbearable.

And how could he?

the word of denial he wanted to strongly let loose was locked in his chest, unable to escape as he looked at you, finding your weakened state somehow enticing.

He had hardly ever seen you so desperate, and much more with that need directed at him.

You needed him ; an idea he'd never considered.

"Risotto..." The way you said his name had him feeling strange, and he felt his own desperation too, one that had him driven to cocoon you safely within his arms.

"Are you mad at me...?" you could hardly say it without a few tears welling in your eyes. 

Disappointing him always felt like a punch in the gut...it was nearly unbearable.

Without a word he picked you up, easily doing so with his strong build, the question going unanswered as he moved in silence. 

He headed towards the black-tinted car you'd arrived in, easing you down with a gaze that would have left you weak had you caught sight of it. 

Warmth graced the scarlet orbs even as he shook his head in disapproval, leaving you resting on the back seat. 

"Idiot..." he muttered. 

- He should be.

"I am..." he added lowly as he leaned back on his seat, staring up at the car's roof in frustration.

Since when did hitmen become so soft, they stupidly stood as shields for other members, rendering themselves useless? 

As he sat there in wait, he expected that when Prosciutto came back, he thanked you with something other than a half-assed mutter. 

He watched you through the mirror, his gaze softening as he continued to watch your face form subtle expressions in your sleep, most of witch were short grimaces. 

"Idiot..." he said again, his eyes closing while he waited, occasionally checking on you.

[bluerose5]

[sticks leg out] may we see ur warden(s)/custom hawke(s)/inquisitor(s)

and if u feel like it how would any of them fare if dropped into Faerun (with or without Fenris/Zev)

Ohhh don't get me started!

Garrett Hawke, my beloved, although I hc him as elf-blooded. Ironic enough, in Thedas, "half-elf" or "half-blood" is used as an insult iirc, so imagine his expression to hear people use the term half-elf so casually in Faerûn. Just a little aside.

For him, he is your typical purple mage Hawke, so I'd definitely say he'd bring that type of energy to Faerûn, no matter what time in his life he's in. He'd be excited as fuck to be in a place where he can use his magic openly without worry, and he would take the adventure in stride, even while he's screaming on the inside. (Still, none of this is as bad as Kirkwall in his opinion. 😆) Somehow gets everyone to fall for him without even trying. Not his first merry band of bi/pan misfits that he's had to deal with.

Then, there is HIM.

Darrian Tabris. My Warden. My Warden-Inquisitor. Love of my life. My angry rebel. The Dark Wolf himself! I djdbdhsbdfkf 😍💖💞💖💞

Sorry, but he was a character I loved writing so much. Maybe I'll return to his story one day, but my energy has been more devoted to one shots and shorter works these days. It just suits my current habits and lifestyle better than going full multichap.

Darrian is a rogue/mage multiclass thanks to my setup on pc where I utilized the game's console commands and such. He's faced a lot of hardship in the Alienage and puts his people (elves and mages) first. He's also not above using less than savory means of achieving his goal (ex. the power of blood is a badass concept, coating his blades in his tainted blood to seriously fuck up his enemies, this is one of my favorites). He's also not above committing crime to get what he wants, but he grows into being a leader. In one AU I have, he even serves at Alistair's side as king (a poly relationship in this one). He also becomes Inquisitor and demolishes the status quo by encouraging rebellion where he can, so there's that too. 😂

So, with that in mind, how does he fare in Faerûn? Probably thinks it's too cushy compared to Thedas. His temper is his biggest flaw because he's so damn passionate that anything that angers him can set him off. Will be ready to fistfight any oppressive gods or former masters at the drop of a hat because he values freedom above all else. Could probably take Cazador out on his own ngl 💀

And of course Zevran was his romance (surprise, surprise). I don't think they'd necessarily act different around each other in Faerûn, but Zevran’s opinion would hold a lot of weight for him.

Also, semi-related, but I have so much art commissioned of these two. I didn't have my thoughts organized for this post at all so if you have any other questions, please feel free to ask.

[mistchievous]

Recording a TTS version of a fic is not podficcing. 

Posting a TTS version of a fic does not make you a podficcer.

It’s not even close. The mere idea is disingenuous at best and insulting at worst. No shade if you prefer an AI voice or if you use TTS for any reason, but it’s absolutely infuriating that there are people who think pressing a button and letting an AI record a fic for you is in any way comparable to the work that goes into an actual podfic.

Podficcing is already the most thankless medium in fandom. You’re lucky to get a couple dozen kudos and a handful of comments on Ao3. Some podficcers in some fandoms get nothing.

Podficcers give you pieces of themselves. They give you their voice. They give you their interpretations and spins on characters and stories. They inject emotion and help breathe life into what they record. 

It can take HOURS to get a good single hour of recorded audio. It can take a good 4-8 hours to EDIT an hour of recorded audio depending on your speed and how much work it needs.

And that’s at a very basic level. It doesn’t include effects. It doesn’t include if you have to re-record various portions and correct what you’ve already recorded. It doesn’t include the cover art if you make it. It doesn’t include adding music and stitching everything together.

I’ve spent upwards of 150 hours on a podfic before, and the idea that someone could record the same fic in twelve with the push of a button and no real effort on their part, upload it, call themselves a podficcer, and expect the same level of appreciation fills me with a rage so deep and visceral that it makes me ill. Especially considering how little appreciation we already GET.

It devalues what we do. People already have no idea the effort that goes into podficcing. The idea that it’s as simple as pressing record on your computer while a TTS function reads a fic is absolutely maddening, and by acting as though it’s the same thing, you’re saying that it is that simple.

If authors are happy with TTS recordings of their work being posted, I get that. It can be great for a variety of reasons - especially if there’s no available podfic.

But there shouldn’t even be a precedent for referring to those as podfics because that’s not what they are. Imagine being an author and being offered a podfic, and someone just posts a TTS recording of your fic.

That’s not what you were expecting. Anyone can plug a fic into a TTS reader.

And seeing people do that and act as though they’ve created something that compares to what an actual podficcer creates - in terms of time, effort, creativity, and fucking soul - makes me want to smash something.

[weezeryuri]

one thing i rlly love abt ur evil ex wallace design compared to many other edits ive seen is that he still feels distinctly WALLACE instead of just "wallace and roxy have switched clothes." like they are two very different characters with contrasting personalities u can't just transpose them seamlessly!! so it's nice to see you put the work in lol. so curious as to what evil ex kim and lisa would look like now. can see kim having the porcupine powers she had in her original concept as an x-men fan character. anyway one thousand years evil ex wallace if evil ex wallace has no fans i am dead etc etc

WAAAAAH THANK YOU i always saw him and roxie as parallel characters in scott and ramona’s lives and love goofing with roleswap ideas and im happy people enjoy my silly little designs.

with the swap au stuff i sort of imagined evil ex wallace never fully getting his shit together after university. he’s still just as confident as he is in canon, but he’s defensive about how people perceive him. you insult canon wallace and he laughs it off and shrugs, evil ex wallace throws a glass bottle at your head and fucks your boyfriend for good measure.

i just wanted to lean into goofy partyboy diva wallace. he’s silly and i love him and wish i was more comfortable with my writing so i could do more with him!!!!!

silly wip as a gift because i love you anon thank yooooou

[evita-shelby]

Only joys will come

Part iii to nights on the January and Through the Window.

For @runnning-outof-time for her Tales from the Flower Garden(3k follower celebration).

Gif by @chimestims

(Also Grace is a total bitch in this one, i love writing her as a total bitch btw)

Tommy had refused her that night at the church, she had poured all her charm into him, and he spurned her.

‘Might not mean anything to the likes of you, but I don’t throw away something good for a cheap fuck.’

A cheap fuck.

He had compared her to Lizzie Stark and all those working girls who hang around the Garrison.

She, the only real lady in this pigsty!

So, she called the station and told them about the kidnapping.

The Shelbys were all in on it, as were the women ---to call them ladies would be an insult to those deserving of the word--- and their usual colorful cohorts.

And just like that, police set upon the groom like vultures on the dead.

Leaving her window too.

But it had come to naught, everything cleared up when it was explained.

And because they can’t arrest him for anything until they have proof, they let him go.

A simple misunderstanding, one that has the police laughing and joining the festivities when Thomas and his family explain the situation.

“They don’t have fun at weddings in your neck of the woods?” Polly Gray sees through her in a way she hates.

Grates her when her dark eyes focus on her as she picks her apart in seconds.

The all-knowing gaze of a witch, Ada had said with pride.

“We’re civilized people.” Grace said with a shrug.

“So are we.” Ada comes, not as the groom’s sister, but as the bride’s friend.

“How did you enjoy your kidnapping, love?” he asks as they reunited after her fake kidnapping.

Tommy wasted no time in letting you walk from the chair the womenfolk of his family had set you on for the game and instead grabbed you by the waist and kissed you as sweetly as he had done the night before.

He had paid Ada with a pair of gold earrings that were their mum’s, danced with his two nieces at Esme’s request and glared at Polly who made him sing some song beginning with the letter of your name.

If someone had told you that he and his family had nearly been arrested for supposedly wanting to abduct you last night, you wouldn’t have believed it.

You had been terrified for him, the last thing you had imagined happening at your doorstep, if truth be told.

“I can’t imagine going another day without you.” You had said as he had made his way down your window.

“Get your sleep, you aren’t getting any tomorrow, Mrs. Shelby.” He gave you a wink and you giggled like a teenage girl before seeing two coppers try to arrest him before he had even finished climbing down.

Grace had been overheard by Harry that night, reporting the Shelbys for ‘planning an abduction’ to the coppers on the telephone in the snug.

‘Who knows what else she’s told them.’ Polly had said as she looked at the mousey looking broad with suspicion and disgust.

You had assumed she was just ignorant of the traditions the Shelbys still held dear even after they stopped traveling like the other Romani Traveller families did.

Rich girls like her tend to be on the stupid side, you had said in Grace’s defense.

Tommy had disabused you of that notion when he told you about her throwing herself at him the night after Freddie’s arrest.

Always the one to see a person’s true nature, always coming to your defense when girls used you to get your brothers’ attentions.

“But we aren’t going to let her ruin our day, your big day, love. I’m going to marry you come hell or high water,” he had promised you, kissing your hands as they shook from fright even after the problem had been settled.

And he had, the two of you not giving a shit that your makeup couldn’t quite cover the circles under your eyes or that his right hand was wrapped in a bandage because he punched the coppers who tried to take him in.

No more sneaking around, no more being quiet because your mum will hear, no, all that ended when you became Mrs. Thomas Shelby in a seemingly bleak November morning.

“Only joys will come to us, love.” he says as carries you into the January where he vowed he’d be loving, kind and true the night you decided to give him a second chance.

[dameronscopilot]

I’ll Be Your Bright Side

Pt. 3 - Find Me Where the Skies Are Blue [BENNY'S POV]

Benjamin “Benny” Miller x f!reader

He was so tightly woven into your life at this point, a part of Benny knew that when you eventually began to dig up those roots, cutting them away to make room for something new, he’d never get those parts of himself back.  There would be no getting over you.

Word Count: 1k

Content: angst, pining

A/N: This is a partial snippet of Benny's POV from part 3, detailing his internal monologue when your date shows up before trivia night. Dedicated to @helloimhereforabit 💖💖

If you haven't read I'll Be Your Bright Side yet, I'd suggest reading up to part 3 for context first.

SERIES MASTERLIST

“I have a date.”

A date.

A date?

A pained, self-deprecating laugh threatened to spill from Benny’s lips when you finally said the four words he’d been selfishly hoping he’d never have to hear from you. Because of course it had to happen this way. Of course you’d start seeing someone when he’d finally worked his way right to the precipice of telling you how he felt. He’d been so fucking close.

And yet it seemed that even now, even when you were in the same room, you were destined to be a million miles away. 

He deserved this.

You attempted to downplay the date by telling Benny that you were just doing trivia night, but something bristled inside of him as you said it. Admittedly, it was stupid and immature for him to feel some kind of entitlement over it, but you always did trivia night together. And then any chances of him brushing it off were destroyed the moment you added in that Santiago and Frankie had apparently received an invite, too, for whatever reason. 

And that…hurt.

Benny felt a pang in his chest, and internally, he stumbled.

While his automatic response was to sarcastically ask if his invite had been lost in the mail, he bit his tongue, easing into the question—though his bafflement over the situation then increased tenfold as you then informed him that it was Star Wars night. The knowledge only served to add insult to injury

“...and you didn’t invite me?”

His confusion grew as you retorted, “I thought you had a hot date tonight.”

In that moment, Benny wanted to shout from the rooftops that there was nothing he wanted less than that—to try and fail on yet another date, where he’d inevitably spend the entire night comparing her to you.

He’d been there and done that already, he’d tried to pretend you hadn’t accidentally ruined him for anyone else.

When he realized you’d taken Santiago’s sarcastic comment about his one-on-one lesson with one of his clients the wrong way, there was a split second where Benny wondered if you were jealous. If perhaps that was why you had a date in the first place. So naturally, before he could second-guess the entire situation, he invited himself to come along.

But at the sound of a knock at your door, Benny was filled with an odd sense of dread. 

He could lose you forever.

“Don’t scare him off!”

Striding over, pinning you up against the wall in the entryway, and kissing you the way he’d always imagined doing while your date waited outside would likely fall into that category. 

Benny was fairly certain he was going to be sick as he made his way across the room and went to lean against your kitchen counter, reaching for a tea packet sitting in a pile in a small wooden bowl to busy his hands—better than clenching them at his sides. He watched as your date briefly observed the collage of framed artwork he’d painstakingly hung up two weeks ago, another wave of nausea coursing through him at the knowledge that soon, it might no longer be his place to do things like that for you. 

You wouldn’t need to call him to come over when you couldn’t reach something on the top shelf. When you found a ridiculous armchair at a yardsale and needed help getting it up into your apartment. 

And you definitely wouldn’t call him anymore shrieking over a spider the size of a quarter at three in the morning, knowing he’d drag himself out of bed just to come and squash it for you. 

(There’d be no more late nights passed out beside you on your couch either—those quiet, stolen moments where he woke up to find you asleep with your head resting on his shoulder. When, cast in the soft glow from the television, he’d glance down at you and allow himself to pretend. If only for a moment.)

You had so many of his shirts strewn about in your drawers and closets, what would you do with those? Would you leave them forgotten until you eventually came across them years later, hardly remembering who Benny was? Would you donate them to a thrift store without a second thought? 

Would you give them back to him? As if he’d ever be able to stomach wearing them again.

Benny never quite could lie to himself about how much he loved seeing you in his shirts, the way he never made an effort to get them back when you borrowed them. 

He was so tightly woven into your life at this point, a part of Benny knew that when you eventually began to dig up those roots, cutting them away to make room for something new, he’d never get those parts of himself back. 

There would be no getting over you.

As you introduced Benny to Dan, he couldn’t decide what he was more distracted by—the fact that this was his bizarro lookalike from the dating app, or the way he almost felt the need to correct him for bringing you a bouquet of cut flowers.

Wildflowers, nonetheless, like some goddamn hipster.

He didn’t know you didn’t care for bouquets. 

That you always felt silly for how guilty and upset watching them wilt and die made you feel. 

He didn’t know how much you loved houseplants and the permanence they represented. The way they set down roots, how they’d always stick around as long as you took care of them.

There he went with the fucking plant metaphors again.

Dan didn’t know you had funny names for each and every one strewn about in your apartment. He didn’t know the story behind the lopsided one sitting on the windowsill in the living room, the one whose pot had a small chip along the lip—Benny had knocked it over when he was watering your plants for you while you were away once. 

As he watched you rifle through drawers looking for a vase to put the flowers in, Benny was on autopilot as he went to grab the one that he knew was in the cabinet above the fridge. 

But as you placed Dan’s flowers down on the counter beside the small plant Benny had bought for you on a whim last week, something about seeing the way the two contrasted with one another was Benny's undoing.

Maybe you’d learn to like flowers better.

[nightswithkookmin]

Hi goldy hope u r fine ❤️ so I have been thinking alot about the army reaction toward the members how is it different from member to another specialy (jimin , tae , jk , hopi ) first of all I have been army and pjms since 2018 I saw jimin on yt video from then every thing begin, in the stars I was on Instagram most of the armys I followed was Arabic big Stan accounts and for my bad luck most of them were either teakook Stan or sheeper but anyway after some time I move to twitter and it was hell for me when I say there's days were I couldn't sleep and cried because the hate jimin was and honestly still getting from doing absolutely nothing but good things I'm not overacting but when I saw and heard rumours about tea from last year as example dating and smoking clubs and other things you will never see a big reaction from army thay ignor the whole thing I sometimes imagine if jimin did one thing of those what will happen, with jk the whole army feel like his parents that they know what good for him and that he's child and will learn from his mistakes and they will scold him sometimes but eventually when there is project from him or even a photo he got all the ot7 and jkks support and for hopi he got all the empathy and support but like they always will remind you oh poor hopi and hyung line the didn't get any support when the are have a very successful career with their solo career and very much happy with their life . I respect and love all of them and know very well that all of them worked so hard on their career and their private life is theirs and they can do whatever they want but why is forbidden to speak about tae or hopi and it's okay to speak about jimin or jk? And it's the same even In the Arab army so I want your take goldy 🥺

Not Hobi💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

I'm gonna have to hug you and sweep this under the carpet cos Hobi is immune from criticisms on this page💀

Every member of BTS has their own anti brigade full of haters and recieve the most disturbing amount of vitriol I've ever seen on the internet.

It's just some have intersecting identities that goes against them or for them. Draw of luck at this point.

Jimin gets compared to female artists and gets subjected to the same misogyny and sexism that any female kpop artist face in the industry right down to the language they use to insult him.

Right down to the body shaming, he’s fat, he’s atrophied, he’s a slut- you name it.

While Jungkook may not be slut shamed as much as Jimin for his effeminate expressions, he’s made the poster child for fuck boyry and every Park and Bailey is ready to take a dig at him for all the crimes of men- for cheating, being a community penis, having toxic masculinity, being noncommittal, emotionally unavailable, unromantic, hard hearted and just plain stupid.

You add homophobia to the equation and it's not looking good for either of them.

Then there's this whole infantilization bit of Jungkook where because he started out as a child artist everyone assumes he is still a child at his grown age. There's a reason he hates being called baby.

And I think Namjoon addressed this recently during his promos of his Indigo. That people either assume they are innocent or the worse.

To this day some fans still think they all live together like the seven little dwarfs in their tiny cabins in the woods.

Then you look at the members people are most threatened by and Jimin sits on top of that list. Jk solo stans are threatened by him on behalf of their fave, Tae solos are threatened by him on behalf of Tae.

This is not to absolve Jimin solos cos they equally feel threatened by Hobi and Tae Kook.

Hobi because his talents as a dancer directly threatens Jimin's as a dancer. You often see them attacking Hobi stans and fighting over the whole best dancer title thingy. It's stupid really cos as far as I'm concerned no one in BTS is Jimin's competition whether in dance or singing. NO ONE.

And yes they have a lot to fear from Jimin if he were to compete with them on anything. May be not rapping 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

That's not to say these men aren't talented. They are. But Jimin will eat them up hands down.

I like to think the Fandom is biased and prejudiced against Jimin but frankly Tae has established himself as one not to be trifled with💀

He has a reputation

Gotta call a spade a spade you know?

People are afraid to mess with him. He shoots to kill and that's what it boils down to.

If high school taught me anything it's that good boys finish last and the kind ones are the easiest to bully.

This is why I hated this whole kumbaya peace be onto humanity pacifist vibes JM had going on.

He's diplomatic and classy but sometimes you gotta wet those nails with the blood of your enemies remind them just how insane you are underneath

It doesn't help that he didn't have the numbers to back him up. I mean we said it all along yet they gaslit us into thinking we were being divisive and everyone loved everyone equally. Ot7 nonesense.

Bottom line is, they pick on those they think are less likely to fight back but don't worry. I know there's something in JMs album that will snatch the pants off their waist and expose the sagging balls they hide under there

The love and support for the hyung line is affirmative action on the part of the Fandom to compensate for hate and discrimination against them. It used to be bad won't lie.

But you are right, Jimin deserves to be treated fairly if not equally. I know better than to rely on anyone to do for Jimin what I think he deserves. I worry for his mental health and his sanity and I pray for him constantly.

The best revenge will be his success.

He's gon sit on the throne and everyone else will bow to him just as he predicted. Hate him or love him HE IS BOUND TO BE THE GREATEST ARTIST OF ALL TIME.

MARK IT ON THE WALL

[bored-frog]

Born and Raised

When I blew up at you, I was unable to properly express myself and how I felt, I let my anger take over, causing another drift between us because I can not be mature and maintain all the feelings coursing through me, ready to leap out of the prison that is my skin.

You don't know how guilty I feel for yelling, for arguing with you over something like this, a topic so delicate and important, I deeply apologize.

I am emotionally stubborn, everything I feel is felt strongly, nothing is half-assed inside my heart, which is why I'm so upset.

I understand that we walk in different shoes through life, you didn't ask for your pair and I didn't ask for mine, you don't know the pebbles and splinters tightly strapped beneath the material of mine, I don't know the full extent of what goes on beneath the surface of your socks and laces, but sometimes I feel that you judge me, that you compare yours to mine and get hostile with me because I must be walking on a fucking cloud; Appearances deceive.

When the world is throwing shit, you don't have to throw it at me too, I am not your enemy, I do not view you as less than, so why does it feel like you look down in disgust at me for the things I have no control over?

I feel positively shitty, I must be the dirtiest asshole bundled up in name brand toilet paper, right?

"You don't understand, but you can empathize."

=

"You'll never fucking understand, but I'm sure you can imagine the dirty caked up shit path I'm forced to walk through, while you glide through in a carriage you don't even have to work harder than everyone else to earn, don't insult me and say you do, how the fuck could you possibly get it?"

I hate it when you do that, when you say that, I am not riding on some high and mighty horse, my situation is just different, it's so god damn infuriatingly-annoyingly-frustratingly unfair when you do that, when you compare the two, it's as if I'm getting the biggest scowl from you every single time you bring it up; A "snobby brat" whining about her basket of lemons to an "untouchable."

I get nasty, snippy, and rude because of this sneering chokehold in the air between us when talks of the future is brought up, I dread the conversation every time, I don't want to discuss any of it, about me and "oh the places I can go," I try to give you hope and you roll your eyes at me, scoffing.

I'm a pretentious dick wasting the privilege I walk around with, this prized gift, this golden ticket that I want nothing more than to toss out because it feels awful to have; A worthless piece of shit wins the lottery but spends her life watching TV, a fucking insult.

I don't like the way you mentally side eye me, as the clock of aging ticks, you get more and more passively bitter with me, I uncomfortably twiddle my thumbs, wanting nothing more than to deal you a new hand of cards, for Life is a terrible dealer.

I understand and empathize that the fissured road you walk on isn't easy, nothing about the journey is brisk and fun, that it feels so demeaning, and that you have put in all your efforts alone as ungrateful assholes with birth rights and money drive around and honk at you, that they view you as this dirty dog beneath them, but don't look over and assume that mine must be a fucking breeze.

My cracked piece of opaque rubble carries it's own challenges, ones that I do not share, I sweat and moan in silence on this bumpy ass path, I trip and stumble, mentally scuffed and bruised as I force myself to keep going further down, I want to just stop dead in this traffic, shriveling up into a pathetic ball of tears, because I too am dealing with my own shit and it's not fucking easy, but you make me feel like it's nothing, that I couldn't possibly have problems.

I know you don't believe it, but I fully believe things are going to work out for you, right now it just feels like some asshole has set your lawn of potential on fire, I promise you it will get better, you are strong and beautiful, I know it feels like the world is against you, that no one is on your team, I am there, I'm the weirdo cheering and rooting for you from across the street, who will help you put out the fire.

With mastering the toughest task of patience, I assure you things are going to work out, that you are cable of so much more than what people assume based off of looks because they are jackasses living in the past, so please, have faith, don't lose hope in your future, and I beg of thee, stop telling me I don't understand, because I do, because I understand you.

- Autumn(Me)

[pplatonic]

SHUNRAN BY JOHN IS ABOUT NPD!!!

Hi it’s me I’m back with more absolutely infallible and correct interpretations of Vocaloid songs. Today: Shun-ran/Spring Storm by John! And we’re going to be talking about how I relate it to my narcissism so if you believe in narc abuse or armchair diagnose people with NPD or use narcissist as an insult you can fuck right off <3 And here’s a link to the song in case you haven’t heard it!

I’m not going to waste time on putting together a “story” that I think the song follows because to me it reads more like a character analysis, so I’m just going to start and go line by line. Also shoutout to whoever on narcissisticpdcultureis submitted an ask saying NPD culture is this song, because it made me realize holy fuck yeah it is. Translation I use is by Releska!

“I was covered in false images, just like God.”

Starting off with a fucking bang holy shit? This line alone to me speaks about grandiose fantasies, unreachable dreams of money and success and power and being admired. In the end these dreams become unreachable as they’re either too grandiose to become a reality or I do nothing to actually work towards the dream, so they’re all just false images. I prop myself up to be God, and I compare myself to a god in my fantasies, yet it’s all fake. This line has another meaning when coupled with the rest of its verse however:

“I was covered in false images, just like God. 

You youkai give me the creeps

pretending to know how I really feel.”

To me, now this line is just in general pretending to be something you aren’t. I imagine ‘youkai’ is a way to refer to other people and dehumanize them / paint them as ‘lesser.’ Often I catch myself insisting people are just misunderstanding my words, that they are trying to see how I ‘really feel,’ but I’m covered in layers and layers of false images—so they can’t reach how I really feel. Regardless of if their interpretation is right or not, I use this excuse to avoid analyzing myself and my faults, and to paint the other person as bad—as giving me the creeps, as being weird about me. I’m untouchable, like a god, so others can’t know what I really feel.

“Even if I grasped something and used it to destroy the illusion 

and cool my feelings, it would be sheer stupidity.

I won’t pay attention to small fry.”

The illusion here is likened to both interpretations of false images (grandiose fantasies and pretending to be what you’re not). ‘Grasped something’ speaks to me about how it’s near unimaginable to end up destroying the illusion, so you can’t even say what you’d be destroying it with. And it would be ‘sheer stupidity’ because these illusions hold up my self-esteem, the image that I am God. The last line is pretty direct: painting others as lesser so you don’t have to pay attention to them or take their criticism.

“For one such as I, affecting composure, to speak 

is because I become angry easily, watching hawk-like for my chance.”

The egotism in the first line is so hard that I don’t think I even have to explain it. More the focus here is on the second line, saying that the reason the narrator speaks is because they become angry easily. The second part of that line speaks to me about watching for a chance to prop your ego up once again, whether that be through receiving praise or bragging or whatever. And it makes you become angry easily, because as soon as you don’t get what you want, it’s like you blow up with a snap of the fingers.

“I summoned the spring storm and then cried. My heart was wounded.

‘That’s a sign of vanity, you know?’

Whatever you say. I already get it, though.”

Spring is a beautiful season: it’s when everything starts to grow back and life starts anew. So a storm in spring sets up a contradictory image. To me this describes a love-hate relationship with people, where other people are the amazing things which make you feel so good about yourself by admiring people, yet they are the same things which cause you to crash and hate yourself. ‘The spring storm’ in this song is like getting backlash from people for your toxic behavior, and your heart ends up wounded because this time they’re right and you can’t cover yourself up in false images and illusions anymore. But you shrug off their words about your vanity, because of course, you already get it, because of course you would already get it.

“My breaths will surely grow smoky and appear on the things blocking my view.

They say that praying to be loved

is a sin. It has such a sweet scent.”

There are already obstacles blocking your view, but I interpret this first line as your own breath coming to block your view as well. There’s already a heavy bit of something blocking a healthy view of the world, but you end up sabotaging yourself as well. The last two lines are pretty clear-cut: praying to be loved excessively may be bad, but it’s so alluring to the narrator that they can’t help it.

“Once we drink up the rippling cider, let’s say goodbye.”

‘Rippling cider’ is a pretty vivid, inviting image, and to me this line speaks about enjoying one last moment with someone before you say goodbye to them forever—as the line in Japanese uses ‘sayonara.’ 

“My thoughts have dried up. Where’s God in that?

My rage and other such things vanished long ago

but though I perform my act, I’m ignorant.”

Since this is after the chorus, ‘dried-up thoughts’ here is likely referencing the beginning of the song, so the grandiose fantasies here have ‘dried up’ or become boring/useless. Yet still, the narrator is trying to prop themselves up to an image of God, but they just can’t find it. Earlier in the song the narrator expresses becoming angry easily, but now things like their rage have vanished. They still keep up their egotistical act however, they keep up their mask, but on the inside they’re ignorant—to me this signals that things like their rage are still around, just that they’re now ignorant to the concept.

“Still, this story is still going

because I wish for it to reach you,

listening constantly.”

Simple as: the narrator wants to be understood deep down, so they keep going.

“I pledged a ceasefire. My personality peeled off and fell

because I have the courage to accept disappointment.”

Pledging a ceasefire here to me is to ask for the toxicity to end, for things to become good again, but it doesn’t happen as the narrator becomes disappointed that it doesn’t stop. Before in the first pre chorus the idea was expressed that we blow up when we don’t get what we want, but here the narrator surrenders to the idea that this toxicity will be going on forever. They don’t blow up at this despite it being contradictory to their narcissism, so it’s like their personality has peeled off.

(then the chorus repeats twice)

“I summoned you on purpose. I died—my heart rotted to nothing.

‘That’s a sign of vanity, you know?’

Whatever you say. I already get it, though.”

Now the conflict becomes directly confrontational: they’re not summoning a backlash from the people they love anymore, they’re just directly summoning a person. They’re now acknowledging the person that has been causing the ‘spring storm’ all along. But this directness inflames the fear of failing and rejection and disappointment to the point where the narrator feels like they die. And once again, it’s a sign of vanity, but the narrator already understands this.

“I called you an idiot. Like smoke, you made me uncomfortable. I looked at you and woke up.”

They say that praying to be loved

is a sin. It has such a sweet scent.”

In the toxicity occurring between the narrator and this other person, the narrator tries to attack the other person, but they can’t hold up their egotistical better-than-everyone image anymore with the direct confrontation between themselves and the other person. They become uncomfortable as they are forced to face themselves, and they wake up. Once again it repeats that the narrator is nearly addicted to the love and praise that others give them, but this time with the context of the first line it’s a more bittersweet image.

“Once we drink up the rippling cider, let’s say goodbye.

We’ll say goodbye and if we fall in love again, let’s smile together.”

The image of saying goodbye after one final good moment repeats. The final line ends with the narrator accepting the end of the relationship, saying that if the love ever comes back in the future they’ll enjoy their time together again. It’s almost a call for help, a call for the good to come back to the relationship, but it’s already over. 

Anyway this song will forever be about NPD and the toxic interpersonal struggles that come with it, thank you and goodbye