#it's not about the link anymore it's about the idea

[lulu2992]

Hello!

This is your regular reminder that it was never officially stated anywhere that Faith Seed’s real name is Rachel Jessop, that this “fact” is inaccurate, and that the Far Cry Wiki should never be fully trusted.

Have a good day!

More explanations (with sources) below.

Faith’s real first name is Rachel, and this fact is confirmed by Tracey¹ and Faith² herself. There is (or was) also someone named Rachel Jessop in Hope County, who is mentioned by several characters³ and who owned the Jessop Conservatory⁴, but no one ever says she and Faith are the same Rachel.

In fact, Dr. Rachel Jessop was a scientist who used her conservatory to research and protect endangered flora and fauna, and specifically study the effects of mining on the environment³. She joined Eden’s Gate when she ran out of money and sold them her property, which was then used by the cult to research and develop Bliss⁵.

Rachel (Faith) isn’t even from Hope County⁶, and nobody aside from her ex-best friend Tracey seems to have known her when she was younger. The two of them were part of a “free-spirit movement out west” (maybe from Portland⁷) but became addicted to hard drugs⁸, so they came to Hope County to “detox”, and that’s when they found Eden’s Gate. Tracey thought joining them would help and allow them to “live off the grid”… but quickly realized her mistake. Despite her efforts, she could never convince Rachel to leave too, as she apparently felt right at home in the cult¹.

All we learn about Faith’s family in Far Cry 5 is that, according to her, they were abusive⁹. Unlike what her biography on the Wiki¹⁰ states, no one in the game ever says her father was an altruistic doctor who made plant-based remedies, or that the woman who grew orchids in the greenhouses of the Jessop Conservatory was her mother. The truth is that we don’t know anything about her parents.

If we hear a younger Faith explain, in the Far Cry 6 Collapse DLC, that her father makes medicine to help people, it’s not because this was canon in Far Cry 5, it’s simply because the DLC was partly based on the information available on the Wiki¹¹. Collapse didn’t confirm anything, it just accidentally helped spread false rumors and popular (but not always accurate) fan theories, such as the idea that Faith is powerless and under the influence of Bliss when, in canon, it’s the opposite¹².

We have no idea how old she is either; her birth date on the Wiki is—you guessed it—made up as well. 1994 (24 years old in 2018)¹³ is believable, but just conjecture.

Faith Seed and Rachel Jessop are two separate characters.

Sources:

1: Tracey talks about Faith [LINK].

2: Faith talks about her former self [LINK].

3: NPCs mention the actual Rachel Jessop [LINK].

4: Dutch and Whitehorse explain what happened to the Jessop Conservatory [LINK].

5: Dr. Rachel Jessop is also mentioned in the description of the Jessop Conservatory from the deleted in-game encyclopedia [LINK]. Even though it was cut, since other characters confirm everything this description says, I see no reason to believe it’s not relevant anymore.

6: NPCs talk about Faith’s backstory [LINK].

7: Tracey implies she used to live in Portland [LINK].

8: Whitehorse gives details about Tracey and Faith’s life [LINK].

9: Faith gives her version of her story [LINK].

10: What Faith Seed’s page on the Far Cry Wiki looked like before the release of the Collapse DLC [LINK]. One sentence says, “Faith's father was a doctor who experimented with plants as part of an altruistic effort to save people”. It turns out the sound file cited as reference (2066969952.wem) is simply a cultist saying, “That Doctor Jessop was just trying to stop the inevitable. World’s gonna end, no point in saving it” (see source 3 above), never insinuating the Doctor Jessop in question is a man or related to Faith in any way.

11: Interview with the Scriptwriter and Narrative Designer of the DLC, Nikki Foy [LINK].

12: Whitehorse explains Faith is not only immune to the effects of Bliss, but also incredibly powerful and dangerous thanks to it [LINK].

13: Faith’s age on the Wiki possibly comes from one of the information sheets posted on the Playasia blog [LINK]. They appear to be unofficial and don’t seem very reliable because, as you can see, Faith’s hair and eye color are wrong...

[fanatic564]

Abandon Weakness (Am I a Weakness?) (DPxDC) Chapter 2

Chp 1 Learning Weakness 1 2 AO3 Link Here Chapter Summary Danny makes it to Gotham, but quickly discovers that it is the haunt of a powerful, and frankly terrifying, ghost.

Pre-A/N: Welp, instead of working on the main story, I once again procrastinated by working on the prequel. I will say, however, that this has probably been my most favorite chapter to write of this series yet (it's also the longest). I hope y'all enjoy!

Gotham City is both exactly what Danny expected and nothing at all like he expected. He expected the ambient ecto, the feeling of fear and pain that shrouded the city when he stepped in its limits.He had expected the other emotions in the mix, like joy and safety and protection, likely caused by the vigilantes that helped those around them. He even expected the gloom, the cloud-covered sky and tall dark buildings blocking what little sunlight peaked through the dark cover above.

What he hadn't expected was the crushing feeling of leave stay away mine THREAT GO AWAY that flooded in as soon as he crossed the border into the city. The instinct to bow down to a creature more powerful than anything he's ever seen, or to run away as he was told and never look back. The feeling that he just trespassed somewhere he shouldn't have even looked at, let alone actually entered.

He hadn't expected Gotham City to be the haunt of an overprotective and powerful ghost.

Danny thinks back on everything he's learned from his ghost mentors about the etiquette of entering another ghost's haunt. Introduce yourself to whoever the ghost is. Ask for permission and state your reasoning for entering. Bring a gift, usually one relating to the ghost's obsession. All things Danny didn't do before entering, couldn't do now that the owner was aware of his presence. And now that owner is angry.

He feels a tug on his core, an angry grip trying to drag him further into the city. It startles him at first, not used to feeling it so strongly while in human form. Not wanting to anger the ghost anymore than he already has, Danny follows the pull into a nearby alley that Danny notes isn't visible from the main road. The further in he gets, the darker the alley seems, until Danny figures the only reason he can still see clearly is because of his halfa status. The tugging on his core stops when he reaches a dead end in the alleyway. Despite both him and the ghost knowing a simple wall won't stop him from continuing, Danny has a feeling he wouldn't be able to escape if he tried.

Danny notices the moment a faint green light starts to reflect on the wall in front of him, and he knows that whoever owns this haunt is now standing right behind him.

"Phantom" A voice rasps, and the ghost knowing his name, while he looks human no less, is not the only reason a shiver runs down his spine. The voice is gravelly, as if the speaker smokes a pack of cigarettes a day, although knowing where he is now it's more likely from the smog filling the air in the city. He feels a sense of danger in the voice, and knows without any doubt that if he messes up this interaction, this ghost could End him with ease.

Danny takes a breathe before turning around slowly. He bows his head and keeps his eyes on the ground as he does, a sign of submission he hopes will calm the ghost in front of him enough for a civil conversation. From this angle, he can only see their feet, or lack-thereof. Instead, wisps of gray smoke trail off of what could be considered their legs, almost identical in color to the smog surrounding the city. After a moment, the ghost continues speaking.

"Why have you dared to enter my city? We have an agreement. I remain neutral in your politics, and you and your people stay far away from my city and people."

Danny doesn't break eye contact with soda can he's been staring at on the ground as he voices his confusion. "I'm not sure what you are referring to. I am here on personal business, and had no idea Gotham was the home of another ghost. If I had known, I would have performed proper etiquette to ask for access."

"You would have still requested access to my city, knowing I don't take kindly to interlopers?"

"Again, I'm not sure what you're referring to. I don't actually know who you are."

"Hm" Danny watches in his peripherals as the ghost circles him. He keeps his breathing calm, even as the smoke wafting off of the ghost and into the air encompasses him completely. "I suppose you are fairly new to your…role." Danny tries to suppress a flinch, but he doesn't think he managed if the ghost's pause means anything. "It's possible that you haven't yet been informed of my agreement with your court."

Danny feels a cold finger touch his chin, forcing him to look away from his emotional support soda can. His gaze travels up the ghost's form before landing on cold, colorless eyes that feel as if they pierce into his core.

"However, you still have not answered my question, Phantom. Why have you entered my domain? What personal business do you have that requires you to be here? And do try not to lie. I will know if you do." The smoke around him swirls as if in response to their words.

Danny takes a moment to get his thoughts together, and as he does he takes in the ghost in front of him. The ghost is tall, having to lean down quite a bit in order to meet his eyes, even with his head tilted up as it is. They are lithe, but in no way do they look delicate. Their coloring is dark. Even with the green glow of ectoplasm that makes them up, it feels as if they suck in all other light surrounding them. That explains the unnatural darkness of the alley at least.

Their hair is long, pulled up into a complicated style that Danny is pretty sure would not work if gravity affected it like a normal person. It almost reminds him of the fancy hairstyles he would see in period films or in his history books. On top is a large sunhat, casting a shadow on an already sunless face. The sunhat is fancy, with a plethora of webbing or ribbon or something that Danny can't really make sense of. The only thing that really sticks out is the bat decoration nestled among the lace.

The dark black that makes up their outfit flows down their legs like a dress and fades into the dark gray smoke Danny has become familiar with. Along their arms, their dress turns to thin black lace, showing the 'skin' underneath. And that is where Danny notices the one part of this ghost that isn't colorless and dark. On their arms are what appear to be tattoo sleeves, parts of which almost glow from the saturation of color, especially when compared to the monochrome of the rest of the ghost. He can't quite make out the full design, but he can see some of the saturated blobs and the immediate picture beside them. The most notable one appears to be a bunch of different stylized yellow R's, forming a circle surrounded by dark gray clouds. An imitation of a sun peaking out of a storm most likely, although Danny isn't sure what the R's represent. He's pretty sure he can see one blue and two red birds flying amongst the clouds, separate flecks of light in the otherwise dark sky of skin.

Danny is so enamored by the ghost's appearance that he loses himself in the moment. Soon it becomes way longer than is probably acceptable for a response, but he doesn't even notice. He only does when he feels that cold finger still on his chin tilt his head higher so he once more meets eyes with the ghost.

"I'm waiting, Little Ghostling." The name, which feels like it should be a thing of endearment, feels like a taunt coming from the ghost's lips.

Danny has to remember what question he was asked, being so distracted by the ghost's appearance, but he finally thinks of how he wants to answer. He doesn't want to go into full detail with this ghost he doesn't know, and so he thinks of what he can exclude. He finally thinks of a starting point that should hopefully satisfy the ghost.

"I'm looking for someone."

"Oh? And who is it that you just have to get to?"

"Nowadays, he goes by Damian Wayne." The feeling is so sudden, Danny doesn't register it at first, but soon he is almost choking on the feeling of protectiveness and danger that suddenly surrounds him, amplified by the smoke that gets thicker around him. The ghost's voice booms as they speak up.

" What reason do you have to seek out the son of my Knight?

Knight? "U-uh" Just tell the truth Danny. "He's my brother."

The smoke surrounding him somehow seeps closer, and Danny squeezes his eyes shut. It's only when the sensation eases, and the ghost lets out a light hum, that he opens them once more. There is curiosity in the ghost's gaze, as opposed to the heat and threat that had been there just moments before.

"Interesting. You do not seem to be lying. Explain, Ghostling. How is it we are only learning of you now?" We?

Danny decides it's probably best to just fully explain his situation. Trying to be vague seemed to cause too many strong emotions from the ghost, and he would rather there not be any misunderstandings. So he starts talking. His birth family. His adopted family. His deaths. His parents discovering his ghost status. His choosing Gotham as his destination.

He still doesn't go into full detail, but it's enough for the ghost to get the gist of it. They listen closely, and Danny can feel some of their emotions and reactions seeping into the smoke around him. He can also feel as his own emotions seep into the smoke as well. It's almost therapeutic, feeling his own emotions echoed back at him, even if he knows this ghost can feel them as well. Can feel his anger towards his parents, his determination to see his brother, his fear of being abandoned a third time , his insecurities of the roles pushed onto him by others. When he's done, the ghost allows the silence that follows to linger, observing Danny with a thoughtful eye instead of responding. Danny has to resist the urge to make himself smaller under their gaze.

When they finally speak, it is a quiet whisper to themself, but Danny is still able to make out the words. "So the Little Ghostling is my Knight's Prince. Then he will be my Little Princeling as well."

Louder, the ghost speaks to him directly. "Very well Phantom. I shall open my haunt and allow it to be yours as well."

Danny's eyes widen. "No no. You don't need to go that far! Simply allowing me to reside here for now would be enough. I could pay you back for the ambient ecto I absorb. There's no need for me to fully haunt your city."

The ghost's voice softens as they speak next. It is the friendliest he has heard the ghost be. It almost sounds like a mother consoling her child. "It is already done, my Little Princeling." Danny doesn't know how he feels about the nickname, but he doesn't want to comment in fear of earning the ghost's ire once more. They could take back their amnesty at any moment, after all.

"I am now your home. My streets are mapped into your core, my shadows shall be your willing blanket, my people shall be your kin. As long as you never abandon her, Gotham shall never abandon you. I shall take my leave now, my Little Princeling, but know that from now on you are mine, and I protect those who are mine."

The ghost starts to turn away, but Danny has one more question he needs answered before he can process what has just happened.

"Wait!"

The ghost stops their half turn, but doesn't turn back to look at him.

"Just who are you, anyway."

The ghost lets out a laugh, less gravelly than their talking voice. If anything, its almost like a child's laugh, young and high and free. It echoes throughout the alley. No that's not quite right. It's less of an echo, and more as if the alley is laughing along.

"Have you not figured it out yet?"

The walls of the alley seem to close in, and the smoke no, the smog, how could he have thought of it as anything else thickens even more somehow. And Danny knows, a moment before the ghost speaks it into existence. This ghost doesn't just live in Gotham, the city of tall dark silhouettes, and all consuming smog. The city of colorful birds and dark bats flying in its skies.

"I am Lady Gotham."

She is this city.

End Notes: Can you tell who my favorite character to write this chapter was? (It's obviously Danny's emotional support soda can.)

I didn't realize just how much fun I was going to have with Lady Gotham until I started writing her.

Feel free to point out any mistakes.

[colorisbyshe]

I'm not a massive fan of the post that's like "No one is protesting anymore cause everyone is too comfortable" because people ARE protesting; I see protests on twitter daily. There are protests happening in almost every capital city but they are... peaceful protests. Peaceful protests with hundreds if not thousands of people but... peaceful protests.

But even peaceful protests in this country can be met with RICO charges and extreme police brutality and we live in a country that CHEERED ON the police brutality and personal consequences against Pro-Palestinian student protesters and especially against BLM protesters. Because, yes, we did actually have fairly massive and more disobedient protests very, very recently from all classes of people, including supposedly respected groups like Professors, and they a. got met with extremely disproportional responses and b. didn't... change... much.

Which is why I think intellectually lazy posts like "people are just too comfortable to protest" (ignoring that a lot of people ARE NOT comfortable and in fact can't protest because they cannot risk losing their jobs or are too busy trying to survive to protest) are not helpful.

We need actual meaningful leadership. Ideas on how to deal with extremely militarized police and national guard that can be called in if anyone so much as looks up where to get cow bells. Planning BEFORE the protests and not just panicked advice on how to deal with chemical gas or which bail funds to prioritize after the fact. (Which often led to incorrect bail funds being linked, one bail fund being donated to past capacity while others got ignored, etc)

And the problem is a lot of people aren't equipped to really do that. Because, again, people are not comfortable. When people cannot afford food or rent, they don't really have money to donate to bail funds. A lot of people, very reasonably, do not know how to deal with militarized cops and... aren't equipped to do so. There are only so many lawyers that can help fight off RICO charges.

America is a massive, MASSIVE land mass which means going to protests often requires travel people need funded. It's a surveillance state, it's a military state. The issue isn't "comfort." It's not even a lack of protests. There are protests happening RIGHT NOW and it seems some of you don't know that because you simply do not go to them.

I think this weird blame game isn't helpful. Like... okay... where are your tips and tricks for successful or at least not-shutdown protests? I know there is a level of discretion required if you are actually participating but also... if everyone is pointedly saying "NOT IT!" for potential consequences... who is really too afraid of losing their "comfort?"

I'll openly say I'm a hypocrite, as I don't have solutions to offer. But I also recognize that I am simply in the same position most Americans are in. I just know going "WHY DOESN'T ANYONE ELSE, WHO IS NOT ME, ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING?" isn't actually impactful and also isn't reflecting what is actually happening. People are trying. They are. They're on the streets, a lot of them are doing boycotts (and I know you know this because I see the posts gloating about how sales are down), and a lot of them are doing what they can elsewhere.

The fact that it's not enough says more about the American elite than it does about the people trying.

[butwhypants]

Ads work! They work incredibly terrifyingly well!

The point is not to get you to click on the link, the point is to get you thinking about it.

No, you’re not going to buy a new dishwasher after you just bought one. No one will click one of the dozen links they spam you with. But after your new dishwasher springs a leak? Then, you’ll remember one of those ads and you’ll check it out.

In short,

[spotforme]

stop thinking bout it stop thinking bout it stop thinking bout it

too powerful are the writers and storytellers who can condition me to cry on command; one sound, a piece of song, composition, reminding me of the most horrid scenery, one fraze, just one innocent thing and the tears trigger like a sleeper agent who's been waiting for the command to kill

[morelikesin]

Sam's blueberry pie 🫐🥧 Which he's, as per the running joke on this blog, just as normal as U◠⁠꓃⁠ ⁠◕⁠ ⁠U

[trans-estinien]

okay now that the initial WTF has worn off im scared lol

[vanlegion]

Eh, I was in a weird experimental mood. Have this. Dubbed 'Who Are You?' Pretty sure I've said this but I love characters that either are not human or beyond human... because existentialism is fun to think about.

My monitor makes this look 3-D which is awesome.

[alyssumowo]

can you elaborate on the Dj Crazy Times Ableist/Xenophobic thing. if you want

Okay, so a lot of people were wondering about this. I saw another post on tumblr (I'll link it in the replies since Tumblr can get iffy with links) about it and everyone under it was talking about how he got milkshake ducked. So I made my post because I thought it would be funny.

But to say it here, the guy who made Dj Crazy Times is tiktoker kylegordonisgreat. The ableism thing comes from him also creating the character No Fun Kid, which is allegedly making fun of autistic people.

The xenophobia thing comes from the Planet of the Bass tiktok itself. The song is sung with broken English, and since he's american, it can be argued that he's making fun of people who can't speak fluent English.

[eurovision-facts]

Hi! Love your posts !! Suggestion for a fact (if you take those): Eurocat. The 1990 Eurovision featured an animated purple cat in the postcards (?) named Eurocat and I’ve never seen anyone mention anything about his existence. I only learned about him bc I was researching old shows and saw him mentioned on the Wikipedia page. 10/10

Eurovision Fact #477:

Eurocat was the mascot created for the 1990 Eurovision Song Contest in Zagreb. He appeared at the beginning of each postcard in an animated short that featured a blue background with the name of the country repeating on a diagonal and some cultural representation of the country being showcased that Eurocat would interact with.

For example, on the postcard for Spain, Eurocat blew bubbles that formed the Olympic rings, calling to the fact that Spain would host the Summer Games in two years.

Eurocat was created by Joško Marušić, who is credited for his as a member of the directors of the per-production materials for the contest for animation.

While introducing Belgium, commentator Terry Wogan spoke a bit about the mascot saying, "Eurocat! A tomcat who's slightly neurotic, not too silly, and eminently lovable." He also later said while introducing Luxembourg that he was "trying to ignore this cat," adding "I don't think he's gonna go away though," under his breath.

[Sources]

Yugoslavia, Eurovision.tv.

Eurovision Song Contest 1990 (No commentary), 2:47:06, YouTube.com.

Eurovision mascot 1990 EuroCat compilation, YouTube.com.

Barcelona 1992, Olympics.com.

"I would love to share with you..." @rice-crackerz on Tumblr -- See reblogs and comments (esp by @mirai-desu, @elliemadeit, and @unibrowzz) for their knowledgeable comments :)

[steviescrystals]

MY LIFE IS NOT REAL WHAT IS GOING ON

[camellia-thea]

i'm still thinking about the conversation i witnessed last night :/

[bl00dh0rs3]

It is so fucking funny how someone telling me to do something is the fastest and easiest way to get me to want to Actively grind my life back to halt instead.

[crushmeeren]

ᝰ FIRST TIME FUCKING YOU WITHOUT A CONDOM .ᐟ

⋆ ft. itachi, neji, kakashi, sasuke ⋆

master list link

༝ ᭝ ༝ itachi ༝ ᭝ ༝

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Itachi is not someone who’d be reckless with this decision.

Sure, his cheeks would turn scarlet when you ask. His head would whip to the side so fast his neck would be in danger of snapping, drawing one leg up as his entire body shifts towards you on the couch. He would slip two fingers into the collar of his t-shirt and tug, desperate for a cool breeze to tame the suffocating heat now creeping down his throat, flushing his chest.

His gaze would flicker across your face, hand resting on your thigh, squeezing once. He’d ask, “You — are you sure? You don’t want me to wear a condom anymore?” His voice would crack on the word condom and his blush would darken. Itachi would take a second to clear his throat, glaring at you without any real heat when you couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“I’m sure, Itachi.” You’d readjust your position, mirroring his, and look up at him through your lashes. “I just, I need to feel you. All of you,” you’d admit, playing with his fingers before lacing them together. The sweet heat building in your belly would remind you of the way it feels to drink a cup of hot chocolate.

Itachi’s lips would part, and you’d be certain you caught his dick jerking in his sweats. He’d make you wait until you’re on some other form of birth control. No surprise babies in this house.

Itachi would hold his breath when he pushed his latex free cock into you for the first time. His eyes would squeeze shut, a shaky exhale of your name spilling from his lips as he bottomed out and fucking came. You’d be able to feel the harsh twitching of his dick as he made you look nothing short of a cream filled donut. He’d be so embarrassed, ready to apologize, but he’d stop short at the fucked out look on your face.

The added slick sensation would turn you on like no other, cheeks hot to the touch as you begged him to keep going. He’d stay as hard as a rock, rolling you both until you’re perched in his lap. He’d draw his knees up, tangle his fingers with yours, and encourage you to “Ride me, sweetheart. C’mon, take what you need. I’ll let you use me until your pretty little pussy is sore.”

Itachi doesn’t have to tell you twice.

༝ ᭝ ༝ neji ༝ ᭝ ༝

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Neji loves having sex with you, but he’d be a bit paranoid.

Neji’s uptight. From the outside, you’d never be able to tell he gets drunk on your pussy, but he does. He’d be a whiny, breathy mess any time his cock’s inside you.

However, he’d also be hyper aware of the fact that he could get you pregnant if he’s not careful. He wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of having a baby with you, but he wouldn’t be ready for quite some time. He’d wear a condom, no matter how bad he wants your pussy to squeeze him with no barrier separating you. You’d have multiple conversations about it, convincing him to try just putting the tip in.

He’d be….hooked, to say the least. It’d be by sheer force of will that he doesn’t shove his entire cock in your pussy that first time. But, it’d also be the very next time Neji swears he’s only putting the tip in when things get out of hand.

The warm ache in Neji’s belly would overshadow his concerns. He’d end up knocking your thighs further apart with his knees, bending forward and planting his elbows on either side of your head, only a few centimeters left between you. He’d whine, “God baby I can’t take it any more, I want to feel your pussy so bad. Please, can I?”

“Fuck, just put it in Neji. As long as you pull out it’ll be fine, I promise.” You’d lift your hips to take in more of him before he could change his mind and Neji would oblige. Your pussy would hug his cock even better than in his dreams, and Neji’s low, broken moan would light your blood on fire.

Neji would straighten up and sit on his knees, gripping one of your ankles and hauling your leg over his shoulder, letting your other leg hang loosely at his hip. He’d bend you in half to deepen the angle, hands resting by your shoulders. Just to tease you both, he’d pull out halfway and push back in at an agonizing pace.

Neji would fuck you within an inch of your life, long hair cutting you off from everything else. Your nails would scratch angry pink lines down his chest, his cock starting to throb as he toes the line of his release. You’d smack his chest, reminding him with a desperate edge to your voice, “Don’t cum inside me! Neji, Neji — pull out!”

He’d slip his cock free at the last second, letting your body flop to the bed as he stroked his cock. It’d only take three quick pumps before he’d be cumming all over your belly.

Safe to say, this would be Neji’s new favorite way to have sex.

༝ ᭝ ༝ sasuke ༝ ᭝ ༝

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Unlike his brother, Sasuke is impulsive.

He couldn’t deny that the thought would cross his mind every now and then, playing with the idea of fucking you raw and seeing his sticky, white cum cover his cock and spill from your pussy.

Usually when he got the urge he’d just jerk himself off. He’d let his cool fingers wrap around his over heated cock, shivers running down his spine as he stroked himself slowly, and he’d be cumming in a heartbeat.

It would dull the ache of his desire for a while. Hell, he definitely wouldn’t want to have a baby any time in the near future. But soon enough, it’d start to eat at him again. His stomach would clench tight every time you’d have sex, nasty dreams forcing him to wake up hard. That’s why, when you beg him to take the condom off, it would take zero effort to convince him.

Your face would be buried in your pillow, ass in the air, and one hand would fist your sheets. The other would twist behind you and smack against Sasuke’s lean lower belly, pushing at him to stop. He’d be too focused, hands pressing your lower back into a harsh arch, sweat trailing down his temple, over his jaw, dripping onto your back.

“Sasuke,” you’d moan, asking for his attention. “Wait, Sasuke — ah fuck!” You’d dig your nails into his belly until he sucked in a sharp breath through gritted teeth. “Take the condom off, please!”

His hips would still, pressed flush to your ass. “What?” He’d ask, but he’d already be pulling out. “You want me to fuck you raw?” He’d tease. “Such a spoiled little princess.”

You’d roll onto your back, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. “Just fucking take it off,” you’d demand, reaching to grasp the slippery latex and slide it free from his cock. Sasuke’s mouth would curl into a smirk, gaze glued to the way his dick bobs when the condom pops off.

Sasuke’s jaw would go slack when you stroke his cock, the skin softened and slick from the lube inside the condom. He’d fucking whimper, a noise he’d never made before, when he slides home. Sasuke’s thoughts wouldn’t be coherent after that. He’d put your knees to your ears and snap his hips until he’s cum at least twice and you’re squirting all over his pelvis.

He would panic the next day, only going dizzy with relief when you inform him you started getting birth control shots.

༝ ᭝ ༝ kakashi ༝ ᭝ ༝

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Kakashi would be asking you if he could hit it raw.

For your entire relationship, Kakashi would have it known that he’s got a fantasy about giving you a “cream pie”, for lack of a better word. He’d never push you to do something you’re uncomfortable with, no, he’d be more than happy to even be able to role play the act.

There’s no denying that Kakashi would actually want to get you pregnant. He’d love to see your belly round with his baby, but he’d be patient and wait for you to give him the go ahead. However, Kakashi has a loud mouth, and he’d voice his desires at least every other time you have sex.

In the end, the idea would get in your head and become more than appealing to you. When you gave in, it’d be when Kakashi least expected it. It’d be a night when his back is propped up by a couple pillows near your headboard, calloused hands gripping your ass and guiding the slow roll of your hips. Kakashi would be drooling about how well you ride his cock.

Your hands would brace themselves on his pecs, nails digging into his skin, and Kakashi wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut. No surprise there. “Babygirl,” he’d moan, eyes rolling towards the ceiling when you clench tight around him. “You look so pretty when you ride me, m’gonna cum so hard. You’re gonna let me knock you up, yeah? Wanna see you swollen with my baby so bad.”

You’d slap your hand over his mouth to stop the stream of filthy words, cheeks blistering. “Kakashi,” you’d say through your teeth, voice pitching higher. “Take off the condom.”

Kakashi’s eyebrows would shoot to his hairline, jaw dropping open as the words he’d been waiting forever to hear sunk in. There’s no way in hell you’d have to repeat yourself. He’d shove you off his lap and onto your back, settling between your spread thighs as he all but ripped off the condom. He’d stroke his cock a couple times before readjusting his weight, taking his time to slide his bare cock back inside you.

Kakashi would whine in back of his throat, pushing your thighs apart until your muscles started to protest. “Kakashi!” You’d gasp, pushing up to your elbows and fisting the sheets as he railed the shit out of you.

“Sorry, can’t — fuck, can’t help myself,” he’d pant, not sounding sorry at all. You’d catch a glimpse of Kakashi’s sharingan whirling and then he’d be cumming before you even realized he’s close.

He wouldn’t stop with one round. He’d wring pleasure out of you until your legs turned to jelly. He’d cum again after that, making such a mess that you’d both end up in the shower.

[pipermca]

New AO3 Tag Wrangling Policy and the Transformers Fandom

Edit in the event people come back to the original post: Please do not email AO3 about this issue. See their response about this issue!

(This is a long one, folks, but I think it's important.)

A new tag-wrangling policy on AO3 has the potential to create some massive confusion and chaos in the Transformers fanfic community, with regards to fandom tags. There is a Reddit post about it here with a focus on anime fandoms, but I want to give some concrete examples for the Transformers fandom on why we DO NOT WANT this, and why I think it's a horrible idea.

The Problem

Basically, AO3 is looking to get rid of the "All Media Types" fandom tag across the board, either by dismantling them or just not maintaining them. The Transformers - All Media Types tag has been an all-purpose tag that you could select when your story doesn't fall into any one specific continuity. Additionally, all most (see below) TF continuities on AO3 are considered a subtag of the Transformers - All Media Types tag. For example, if you look at the link above for all works in the All Media Types tag, you will see fics that are also tagged ONLY with Transformers: Animated, because it falls under the All Media Types tag.

One exception: With the upcoming Transformers: One movie coming out imminently, there will likely be a big influx of stories tagged with Transformers: One. In fact, there are several already. However, it hasn't been linked to the larger Transformers - All Media Types tag yet. I wasn't worrying about it though, because I know these things can take time.

With information about this new tagging policy, however, I'm now wondering whether it'll EVER get linked to the All Media Types tag. If that happens, and when more continuities are developed in the coming years (since you know Hasbro loves creating new universes) this has the potential to cause massive confusion when looking for stories to read.

Searching for Stories with the New Tagging System

So let's say the All Media Types fandom tag isn't accurate anymore, because it no longer includes ALL of the continuities (such as TF:One). You will need to include ALL the Transformers continuities when browsing for TF fics.

How many tags is that? Well, here are all of the tags currently listed under the Transformers - All Media Types tag:

Note that this doesn't include Transformers: One since it hasn't been categorized yet.

You will potentially have to have 40 or more different fandom tags in your search, just in case the author tagged their story with something you weren't expecting.

This massively decreases the findability of a story.

Tagging with the New System

The email response from the Tag Wrangling group (see the linked Reddit post above) seems to be a bit flip in the response to the user's concern. "...encourages creators to tag with the media they intend."

While I appreciate what they are attempting to do, this policy change feels like a solution in search of a problem, especially in larger fandoms with multiple continuities, versions, and media types that are all cross-pollinated in both canon and fanon. While I'm focusing on Transformers fandom, imagine a creator in the DC comic universe writing a story that incorporates bits and pieces from a dozen different reboots.

For example, let's say that I am writing a fic about Ratchet. I am using the setting of the original G1 episodes, but I also am using the characterization of him as a bit of an old man grump. That characterization originated in the Animated continuity, but I want to incorporate bits of pieces of his other characterizations as well (old friend of Optimus from TFP, Ratchet ran a faction-free clinic like he did in the War for Cybertron series, he's got a Decepticon boyfriend like in IDW1 - or maybe even Cyberverse, etc.)

With this new tagging structure, I might potentially have to tag the story with ALL of those continuities. So instead of just slapping down the "All Media Types" tag (and maybe one other fandom tag that matches the characters as best I can), I'll have to analyze my story and try to figure out how best to tag for the characters I used.

And what if you're doing a completely AU version of the story? For example, a humanformers story, or merformers? Using the All Media Types tag along with a Alternate Universe - Human or Alternate Universe - Mermaid tag worked perfectly, since you weren't writing the story to fit into one specific continuity. But now, that might not be an option.

What To Do??

The first thing I would suggest is to contact AO3 (using the Feedback and Support page) and let them know (nicely) that you think this is a horrible idea. Give them some examples on how you use the All Media Types tag to find stories to read, or to help you tag a story. People outside of the Transformers fandom don't always appreciate how absolutely tangled the continuities can be with each other, and providing examples might help them see why this would be a really messy change.

Readers: Be aware that when you are looking in the All Media Types tag, it will no longer show newer continuities. And if AO3 starts dismantling that tag like they suggested they are doing, be aware that some stories won't show up in that tag like they used to. You can also create and then bookmark a custom search page that includes all 40+ continuities. REALLY annoying, but it's a workaround.

Writers: Until they start dismantling the All Media Types tag, ALWAYS ALWAYS tag your stories using Transformers - All Media Types... Especially for newer continuities. This will be especially important if you are writing a Transformers: One story. Right now, anyone who is only browsing the All Media Types tag will not see a story tagged only with Transformers: One. Make sure you're aware of how tags work and how they can affect the visibility and findability of your story.

Epilogue

Ugh. That's a lot of words for a long-weekend Saturday. And maybe I'm overreacting a tiny bit. But my work involves information architecture, and this change just absolutely baffles me. It's almost as though they want to make it harder to find stories. Considering that AO3 won a Hugo partially because of its fantastic tagging system, this change seems like AO3 is doing its best to shoot itself in the foot.

When you have a square hole, a round hole, and a rectangular hole… Yeah, you DO want each peg to go in the "right" hole. But if all of the pegs fit in the square hole, who cares? You got the job done.

I love you @ao3org, but please reconsider this change... Especially for IPs that are as old and are as varied as Transformers.

[genius11rare]

'I dont have JUST the Kingdom as a Legacy , i inherit ALL of the ripples'

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