#kn makes media

[labratdogheart]

feeling very confident in my art abilities rn i should make powercut thr movie. I think i could do it genuinely

[trainerethan]

In my world oak isn't a malicious abusive bastard. But he is unintentionally greens villain origin story. And I don't think I will write about green being the bigger person and forgiving oak for constantly being obtuse and seeing the worst in green for no good reason. Sometimes people write their conflict as "maybe we were both wrong...you made me miserable during my developing years but....I WAS rude as an 11 year old with no parents and a grandpa who was always scolding me and telling me he's dissapointed in me so...I guess is deserved it..." Especially when oak never actually apologizes or realizes how he hurt green. But it's just like "okay we're good now :)" I refuse. That said I think I am obligated to write them eventually having some sort of heart to heart and good relationship once green is an adult. I don't want him to be miserable forever and in pokemas green gets excited when you bring him up so i don't want to make their relationship seem worse than it actually is. Granted this is also a fanfic where green is an autistic she/him lesbian so canon doesn't matter THAT much but y'know. Still.

[copdog1234]

I think that people forget that fiction is not exclusively escapism. It is, more often than not, actually a lens through which to look at real world issues and cope with them.

[hardrockshrimp]

More things that are actually finished

[trivia-yandere]

request for yandere!ex-husband jk trying to prevent oc from divorcing him 💀😭 (only because they got a child together and he loves her more than anything but she just can’t take him anymore)

hello! yes we can :) this one might take a little turn but this is a yandere account so

nefarious

You knew who Jungkook was prior to having his children and marrying him, so you serving him with divorce papers wasn't going to do anything but anger him.

@momnomnom @darkuni63 @sweetempathprunetree

word count: 4.442

warning: yandere themes/tendancies, non-consenual touching/rape, smut, cursing, dark theme, spitting, degradation, possessiveness, fingering, dirty talking, emotional/mental manipulation, biting, restraining, crying, slapping,

“Get it out of my sight.” Jungkook tosses the paper away aggressively with a roll of his eyes. One of his men - Sung-ho, stands straighter to appear obedient. “That bitch thinks she’s going to divorce me after I made her?” Jungkook leans back into his chair with a huff. He shakes his head. “After I got her out of the slums she was living in?”

Jungkook’s eyes glance at the picture onto his desk - one of you and him on your wedding day. He grasps it and hurls it at Sung-ho who barely manages to dodge the attack. “You find that bitch and bring her back to me!” he screeches, eyes wide with rage. Sung-ho truly had no reason to be a part of Jungkook’s rage and he would make sure to apologize about it another time.

It’s been three months.

Three months since Jungkook has allowed you your little vacation away from him. And now you dare serve him with divorce papers that claimed that you wanted full custody of his daughters - you were insane. You had no job and had not worked in the last five years you and he had been married. You swiped his card without a care in the world and wasted close to millions since then - as a man and your husband, he never bat an eye.

But to think that you were willing to divorce him because - by your words - Jungkook was not the man he claimed to be was preposterous. You knew the type of man he was - the same man who you kept returning to every night to wet his cock and warm his bed. The same man who gave you lavish gifts every week and the same man who managed to not only marry you, but grace you with two of his offspring.

So what if he orchestrated a few murders every now and then? Or stole money and expensive pieces during heists? Sold a few (thousands) pounds of unthinkable drugs? You lived in a mansion, his daughters and you wanted for nothing - isn't that what a man was supposed to do? Ensure his family was alright? Why the fuck did it matter what he did as long as you and his girls were safe?

Jungkook knew you had no problem with what he did for work. Your problem was that you clearly missed him - he had to be gone the majority of the time and that left you in such a large mansion to care for the children alone. But a divorce? Wasn’t that a little excessive? No, this was nothing but a little stunt to get his attention and clearly, now you had it.

Sure Jungkook and you didn’t meet on simpler terms - normal people met at coffee shops. Maybe out grocery shopping. Hell, social media and dating sites were normal now. 

No, Jungkook and you met during one of many (unbeknownst to you) bank heists he had gone on. You recall the day had been fairly slow, only a few people coming in every hour. You had been assisting an older man when the doors slammed open and a group of men entered. 

The men wore all black and wore masks that covered their entire head. They pointed guns at everyone, telling them to get down. You - of course it had to be you - were escorted to the back. To think that this wasn’t even your shift initially and you picked it up from a fellow co-worker. 

But again, you weren’t as normal either. Jungkook noticed how you appeared to not take anything serious. He pointed his gun at you and though he would never use it - hurting women and children was not his forte - you didn’t know this.

Jungkook knew you were different when you flirted with him as you opened the safe. If this was your way to assure your safety, then it was a weird way to go.

“Do you do this often?” you speak as Jungkook fills the bags with stacks upon stacks of cash. “I always wondered what robbing a bank would be like.”

You. You were a weird one. But Jungkook liked it.

“I saw something like this in a porno once.”

Jungkook halts in his tracks, unable to control his thoughts. He turns towards you, eye sockets - dark and nearly invisible to you, stare at your grinning figure.

“The robbers break in and find a defenseless woman…” you lean back onto the wall, tilting your head. “...take advantage of her. But deep down, we both know she wanted it.”

Jungkook was ashamed of himself for allowing himself to be consumed by you. You had all the control that day and you knew it. You enticed him so much that he was able to forget about the heist all together and that’s when he found himself inside of you - ravishing you against the very wall you leaned against.

What could Jungkook say? He was a man and you were a willing participant. You begged him for more, edged him on as he fucks you. You liked the way he was treating you - hands clenching your neck, the manhandling. You started this, all Jungkook did was follow your lead.

“I could say you raped me.”

There it was - the kicker.

You could say that indeed. You had managed to not only get Jungkook off of his game to fuck you - but to do so without a condom. Jungkook had been so excited by you that he came the hardest he has in months - right inside of you. His cum drips out of your pussy and down your thighs, you not even bothering to wipe it up.

“Say that you took advantage of me and when they do a rape kit…” you shrug.

Jungkook points his gun at your head, but both of you knew that he wasn’t going to pull any triggers. You sensed no threat when it came from this man - Jungkook is who he would soon introduce himself as.

“What do you want?” This is the first time you have heard Jungkook’s voice. He was young, you note, his cock and stamina confirming it. Possibly around the same age as you.

“Money.” you shrug your shoulders. “But I can’t take it now.” you laugh. “I guess that means I’ll have to see you again, huh?”

Jungkook swallows. He’s thankful the mask remained on his face and you didn’t see his red cheeks and shocked expression.

“How about I give you my number and you can call me later?” you offer.

“I could kill you later.” Jungkook retorts. 

“You can kill me now.” you fire back. “Your friends can kill the entire bank and get away with it. Burn it down and get rid of any evidence you have left inside of me.”

Jungkook swallows.

“But you know that. You’re a smart boy.” There you were flirting with him again. “If you wanted to hurt me, you would have. Truth is, I could care less about this job and my life is quite boring. All I want is a little company. Who better than a random thief with obviously nothing else better to do?”

Jungkook found that from right there he was fucked and you were truly a vixen - an agent of chaos sent from Hell (Heaven would never allow something like you) to torment him. But he was rather intrigued for the first time in who knows how long.

“What’s your name?” Jungkook asked.  

“Y/N.”

 Jungkook lowers his gun. “Jungkook.”

You chugged the champagne down in nearly one gulp and slammed the glass onto your vanity. Your eyes dart to your reflection in the mirror and you scoff. You should have known Jungkook wasn’t going to let you go without a fight.

You recall the way all hell had broke loose when Jungkook had found you. Your daughters were at school luckily and didn’t have to see their father’s demeanor change. He told you it wasn’t hard finding your hotel room and slamming the door open. You had been dozing off when he entered and Jungkook was anything but content. 

“I allowed this little break to go on long enough, Y/N.” Jungkook was aggressively grabbing your belongings, hauling them onto the bed. “Pack your shit.”

“No.” you hissed.

“No?” Jungkook scoffs. “You think you’re going to divorce me and take my daughters?” Jungkook wants to laugh at how stupid you sounded. “With no job?”

“I’ve been saving money.” you retort, eyes glaring at him.

“Oh,” Jungkook snickers with a clap of his hands. “So you’ve been planning on leaving me for a while. What’s changed?”

Jungkook came closer to you. He looked manic, eyes wide and glaring into your soul. 

“You even threatened to expose me if I didn’t give you a divorce.” Jungkook is livid. “Take down all of my legitimate businesses just to divorce me? You think you’ll get away with that, baby?”

Jungkook was never one to be rough with you, but he’s pissed. He pushes you onto the bed and hovers about you. “You don’t think you’ll go down with me? You tell them what I do on the side, I’ll tell them you were alongside me the entire way. We’ll both go to jail and our daughters…” Jungkook shrugs. “They’ll go to my brother.”

Your eyes widen at Jungkook’s words. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would. Take me down, Y/N. You’re going with me.” Jungkook pushed himself away from you. “Pack your shit and let's go home.” he hissed, not waiting for a response from you.

And now here you sat in said home. You were fresh from a long shower, having ignored Jungkook the following days and only tended to your daughter's needs.

You were feeling bitchy today, however, and decided that if Jungkook didn’t want to give you a divorce - that you were going to force him to. That, or annoy him until you felt as though you were done.

You continued to lotion your skin until it glowed, then you grabbed the perfume bottle - one of the many expensive gifts from Jungkook - and sprayed it until you knew it would linger. You take one last look in the mirror before smiling to yourself.

“We haven’t done a bank heist in years.” Jimin says with furrowed brows, bored and a little offended with the conversation. “We aren’t children anymore. Are we going broke?”

Jungkook snorts, but leans back into his chair. He pours himself the whiskey - courtesy of Yoongi - and lifts his eyes to the surrounding men that he considers brothers.

“I agree.” Taehyung nods. “Bank heists are for the lower ranks. Who’s idea was this?”

“Mine.” Jungkook slams the shot glass down onto the table and shakes his head at the powerful taste. “Don’t you guys remember the adrenaline rush?”

Namjoon snorts with a roll of his eyes. “Leave it to the baby of the group to say this.” he murmurs, a smirk forming onto his lips.

The doors of the meeting room open and heads turn towards the noise. Jungkook’s eyes land on you - and your lack of clothes all together. You adorn lingerie, black and lacy that fits you perfectly. His eyes darken when he meets your gaze.

Jimin is interested now. He leans forward and waves at you. “Y/N, hello.” he says. You were always Jimin’s favorite out of the girls Jungkook had brought around - one of the main reasons being that you actually became a wife. You didn’t remain someone he left in the shadows of his bedroom and actually gave him two adorable nieces.

And of course, you and Jungkook were one of the same. You were stubborn and took no shit and Jungkook got a taste of his own medicine. One of the countless reasons why you two bumped heads often - but it made for great make-up sex.

“Jimin.” you wave back. “I missed you. You don’t come around as much.”

Jungkook watches you with glaring eyes as you make your way closer.

“Y/N.” Jungkook’s tone is low - a warning. Not now, he wants to say. He had no time for your petty bullshit.

“You know me, I always keep busy.” Jimin continues the conversation as if you aren’t wearing the bare minimum - but Jimin didn’t see you in that way. Plus, he loved annoying Jungkook just like you did.

“That you do.” You reach the edge of the table, grasping a glass and a half empty bottle of brandy. “I see you all been drinking without me.”

“Y/N.” Jungkook continues, leaning forward. His firsts were clenching as he awaits for you to answer him. 

Taehyung fights back the cackle. It was always something when it came to Jungkook and you. The fights were never to be taken seriously - it always ended the same way. You and he entangled together declaring how much you pissed the other off.

“You’ve been ignoring us lately.” Taehyung pipes in. “What did we do to deserve the cold shoulder?”

Jungkook could feel the atmosphere shift. You were mocking him - he was once told by Yoongi that he allowed you to walk all over him and he was beginning to agree. You had no respect for him - and even his brothers were going along with your foolishness.

“I’m sorry.” you sigh, pouring yourself the brandy and glancing at Jungkook. “Maybe when the divorce is finalized-”

There it was - the cherry on top. Jungkook’s chair screeches as he pushes himself away from the table and lifts himself up. He’s fast as he rounds it and lunges at you. However, you’re just as fast at hauling your drink into his face.

Jimin watches in amusement as Jungkook pulls you over his shoulder as if you were a toddler throwing a tantrum. He rushes out of the room - slamming the door open with a loud bang while you’re punching at his back.

“Well then.” Namjoon claps his hands, shaking his head. He allows a few laughs to be released from his lips.

“I think this little get together is over.” Hoseok continues.

Jungkook is livid when he slams the bedroom door open just to slam it shut behind him. He shoves you off of him and onto the king sized bed. You fall on your back with a grunt, bouncing off until you catch yourself. 

“You think you’re cute, huh?” Jungkook grumbles, towering over you. He would admit that he wanted to be furious with you - but your attire didn’t help him. You knew what you were doing to piss him off but you wearing his favorite perfume was doing nothing but distracting him.

“Had to do something to get your attention.” you retort, swallowing when your eyes meet the bulge in his pants.

“Ah, so that’s what it is?” Jungkook tsks. He isn't hesitant to push you back, hand wrapping around your neck. “You missed me, baby. I haven’t been as attentive to you as a husband.”

It’s his knee you feel so close to your heat, the friction causing you to groan. Jungkook was always the one to take control, never fully allowing you to unless it's what he desired.

“Why must you always take things too far?” Jungkook loosens his grip onto your neck, palm gliding down to your breast. “Am I not good to you?”

“You see me as nothing but a whore!” you hiss, turning away from him. Jungkook does notice the way your thighs quiver and your hips jut towards his knee for friction. 

“A whore, no.” Jungkook shakes his head with a laugh. “My whore? Yes.” His eyes are burning into yours, offering the same venom you were giving him. “My whore to fuck, to please, to care for. You’re mine, Y/N.”

Jungkook moves his knee from your heat to replace it. His palm slaps it roughly, wet spot not going unnoticed. You shiver at the impact, ashamed that your body was giving away just what he was doing to you. You felt weak when it came to Jungkook - married for five years and together for nearly 7, he knew your body like the back of his hand. 

Jungkook slaps your clothed clit more - over and over again until your juices are soaked through the lingerie, and even then he doesn’t want to stop his torment.

Jungkook’s fingers dig through the lacy fabric of your lingerie to toy with your clit. So wet - so inviting. He could never get enough of your pussy.

“You ignore me days just to show up in lingerie you knew was going to drive me crazy.” Jungkook rubs along your throbbing clit, bulge twitching at just how sopping wet you are. “Then you say it again. Threaten me with divorce.” Jungkook’s scoffing now. He doesn’t want to waste anymore time.

Jungkook enters two fingers inside of you, not bothering to give you any warning - nor be gentle in the slightest. 

“You make it seem like life with me is bad.” Jungkook begins pumping his fingers inside of you. Your body gives him the reaction he always expects - clenching walls, juices flowing down his wrist and flinching form. 

You want to push Jungkook away, to say that you aren’t his anything. You wanted out of this marriage from him - you were nothing but someone he had control over and you allowed it for far too long. It didn’t feel like a marriage between two lovers, instead you felt trapped in a home and made to be nothing but a body to warm his bed every night. The only gift you could truly appreciate from Jungkook was your daughters.

However, it was your body. Your body could never agree on what your mind was telling it to - you find yourself moaning lowly at his thrusting fingers. Jungkook is pissed, and when he is it tends to show in the way he pleases you. Dominant and in control.

Jungkook’s tongue licks upon your cheek. Hot, wet and slimy - all before he spits onto you. In his eyes, the ultimate sign that you were truly his.

“I fucked over enough people in my lifetime that they have given up trying to take it out on me.” Jungkook’s pumping only increases. “You and our daughters are the true targets that they know could truly get to me. I’ve done nothing but kept you and them safe.”

Your eyes roll when you feel the familiar bubbling churning in your stomach. The wet slapping of Jungkook’s fingers inside of you are echoing filthy throughout the bedroom.

“Leave.” Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you just when you were seconds away from releasing. “If you want the divorce so bad, then I’ll give it to you. Our daughters are staying with me.”

You’re panting, high coming back down to Earth. Your eyes flutter open to see Jungkook pushing himself away from you.

“I’m not leaving without them.”

“Too bad.” Jungkook shrugs. “You want the divorce. You leave and you’ll see them whenever you come here. Take whatever money you saved and find yourself somewhere to go.”

“You’re bluffing.” you find the courage to say, but your voice is so low and meek.

Jungkook hums, lips twitching as he watches you. Poor you, eyes wide and chest heaving. You never truly thought he would give you what you asked for - no matter how brattish and petty you’ve been towards him. 

Jungkook was going to show you just how much you needed him and not the other way around. You were his woman regardless and no divorce was ever going to change that - not even in death would he allow you to part ways with him. He just had to show you how truly vile the world was without him.

Jungkook strokes your hair as you continue to cry in his arms, visibly shaking and trembling. Your fingers are clenching onto his shirt tight as if never wanting to let him go.

How the tables have truly turned - but all Jungkook could think was “I told you so”.

You were only gone a week and it was all it took for you to find yourself in trouble. Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said that revenge toward him was sought out by harming those he loved.

You sat in your hotel room when the knock sounded onto the door. You had ordered food not long ago, so when the knock sounded you wasted no time in going to open it.

Your first mistake.

Your door crashes open when you unlock it and you’re shoved onto the ground. You don’t manage to scream when you feel your screams being muffled. There's two of them, you note, both men. Their clothing was dark and loose fitted and their face had been hidden completely, you can see from a facial mask to cover their mouth and scarf on top of their heads. You couldn’t make out the eyes, yet you weren’t intended to. You were flipped onto your front quickly when one man had yanked you onto your feet, face burying into the hotel bed.

Your legs and arms thrashed around in an attempt to free yourself from the men, but you quickly realized that it was pointless - and that you were doing nothing but exhausting yourself. 

Your eyes swell with tears, anxiety peaking when you realize that this might be what Jungkook was talking about - your mind telling you that there was no way you were leaving here alive. 

Your arms are restrained by one man while the other pulls at your clothing. Your legs shiver when your pajama pants are ripped and you’re exposed to the cool air of the room

You feel nauseous and your head is pounding at the thought of you being defiled by these men - that you were in this situation at all.

You managed to lift your head to breathe, a choked sob releasing from your throat. Your tears blinded your vision, but you could see in the corner of your eye flesh - the man behind you ripping your clothing off. Without thinking, you sink your teeth into his skin in hopes of buying you time for an escape.

A hiss sounds through your ears and you feel a sting across your cheek. Your arms are being restrained tighter until you feel them cramp and sob.

You pleaded and begged for them to leave you alone - that you’d give them whatever money you had saved. Your pleas fell on deaf ears and you realized what they truly wanted was you.

You clenched your eyes shut when you felt yourself being stuffed by the man behind you. He wastes no time in pumping inside of you, not caring just how uncomfortable it felt for the both of you. You feel something wet, warm and slimy drip onto your folds, you conclude he had spit onto you to get any form of lubricant.

The thrusts are brutal and his hands upon you are tight and unmoving. Your sobs do not subside and you feel as though your body is betraying you. It didn’t feel good to you - you felt disgusting and utterly embarrassed; especially with the grunting sounds from the man defiling you. But your body is allowing this to happen, naturally lubricating your walls for more - your stomach churning and bubbling to reach a high you didn’t desire.

Skin slapping echoes off the wall and you had no tears left in you to cry. You wanted this torture to end, to be freed from the nightmare -  but the man was cruel. You feel his hand tuck themselves beneath you and fingers twirl at your clit. You cry upon impact, shaking your head. 

“She likes it.” you hear faintly - it had to be the man restraining you. His voice felt so far away even if he was right across from you. 

The man behind you grunts, hips snapping into you roughly, fingers toying your clit harshly. Your pussy clenches around him unwillingly and you remain shaking your head - you didn’t want this. Your body doesn’t understand the difference between this and what it's use to.

“She’s about to cum.” the muffled voice from the man restraining you says. He holds onto your arms tighter as his partner flips you around. You come face to face with the masked person and your heart drops. You close your eyes, not wanting the man to see your reaction.

“It’s okay to like it. Whore’s like you love this, don’t you?”

The man doesn’t stop his thrusts - no, he appears to be thrusting into you even harder. Your moans of protest fill the room, but to these men, they were moans nonetheless.

Hands clamp around your neck and another around your lips. It silences you completely and you no longer have any strength in trying to protest. You felt your walls clench around the masked man until you were finally letting go around him unwillingly, but by then you were losing consciousness.

“I told you the outside world isn’t the place for you, Y/N.” Jungkook murmurs into your hair. “You’re lucky I came just in time. Who knows what they were planning on doing to you.”

Your tears are now soaking Jungkook’s shirt, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to let you go - and now he would never have to. 

“Come on. Let’s get you in the shower, yeah?” Jungkook says, pushing you away to look at your tear-stained face. “I love you, Y/N. Always.”

You sniffled, feeling yourself fall apart all over again. Your head crashes into his chest and your hold on him becomes tighter. “I-I’m sorry.” you apologize. You should have heed his warning - that you were safe with him. He kept you in this mansion for this long because the outside world was indeed not safe - you and your daughters could never be safe if it wasn’t with Jungkook. You’re grateful that you had not taken them with you. Who knows what the masked men would’ve done to them.

Once Jungkook manages to get you into the shower, he closes the bathroom door behind him with a sigh. He gets your pajamas ready for you when you’re out and some sleeping pills - you’d need it if you were going to get a good night's sleep. 

Jungkook proceeds to lift his sleeve up and sigh at the mark on his wrist. It was beginning to sting. You managed to draw blood when you bit him - but he was grateful that the wound wasn’t too severe. 

After all, Yoongi’s plan had worked. Jungkook regained his control over you - even if he had to take desperate measures and insert fear. But, he had you nonetheless - his wife.

part two (prequel) a look back into your and jungkook's fatal attraction - before the marriage, kids and the detachment coming soon...

[slutforfictionalwomen]

Listen with my eyes

Kinktober day 20

Agatha Harkness x Fem Reader

Main kinks: teacher x student, brat taming.

Word count: 1,5K

Summary: You can't take your eyes off her body during her lectures, so she decides to teach you to behave.

Warnings: Smut, strap on use, finger fucking, school sex, brat taming, spanking/slapping, dom/sub, praise, degration, slight dubcon.

(Please tell me if I forgot anything)

This has been going on for a while now. It has actually been since your first day at college. Once you had laid eyes on Agatha Harkness, you couldn't take your eyes off of her again. Not only was she your history teacher, but she was also your coach. This meant you had to see her a lot, a constant distraction.

"(Y/n), can you please explain what I just said?" You had again dazed off, and Professor Harkness definitely noticed that. But what else could you do? When she had decided to put on her cherry red suit to work this morning, not thinking of the effect it would have on her students.

Your eyes meet hers, and you stumble over your words. "Uhmm I-I wouldn't kn-know, Professor." You awkwardly look in a different direction. Being good for her is all you want, but you just can't when she is so attractive.

"Hm, thought so. Put your mind elsewhere, young lady," Agatha says in a way as if she knows. As if she has seen your fingers buried deep within your own pussy in the middle of the night, with her on your mind. To you, it doesn't matter that she is about fifty while you are nineteen. You want her.

You manage to catch up with the work, as always. Even though you often pay more attention to the teacher than to what she's saying, you still want to get good grades for her. You want her to notice you in a different way from other students.

~

That night, you're scrolling her instagram with a hand between your legs. It always feels so wrong, but so right. When you first went after her social media, you just checked Facebook. She was age fifty or up, so that's the platform she would use, right? Fifty year old women didn't use instagram. At least, that's what you thought. When you couldn't find her on the platform, it upset you, only for you to randomly come across her on instagram weeks later.

Now, every lonely night, you scroll through the pictures. Seeing her feed, you know that she knows what she's doing. Her feed even mentions the word 'milf' one or two times, which makes your insides burn even more.

Like every night, you rub tight circles on your clit with just the amount of lube that makes it feel the best. You settle on a picture and let the scenarios come. This is the only time you get this sinful, this dirty. You're an innocent girl, but this is the side Agatha gets out of you. Your dorm has thin walls, which often makes you bite down on your sheets to hold back moans. But in your mind, you're screaming out her name while she performs all kinds of crazy moves to get you off.

~

The lecture hall is quiet, except for the sound of chalk on the chalkboard. No one speaks during Professor Harknesses lectures, not even a whisper. You are again settled in the front row since you got there a bit late, and everyone stays as far away from the history professor as possible. You don't mind the nice view, but it does push you back into your daydreaming.

"Enough, y/n. You can leave, come back at 5." You jump up at Agatha calling your name. You stare at her in disbelief. Your heartbeat raises, questions popping up in your head. Why? What did I do? You didn't notice you spoke those questions aloud until Professor Harkness chuckles, as if she enjoys this. "You're once again daydreaming during my lecture, which you always do. Why are you still coming to my lecture if you don't pay attention?"

Her voice has a bit of humour and a bit of anger, but there's something else you can't quite put your finger on. When you feel tears coming up, you quickly pack your stuff and get out of the hall. You don't know why you're crying. It's not that bad. So you guess it's just the thought of disappointing the 50 year old woman you look up to.

~

"Do you know why you're here?" Agatha Harkness, your history professor, is sat on her desk chair with her legs up on the desk. An immediate reminder of why you are here. You came back at 5 like she told you to, after having a good cry, of course.

You feel the upset feeling coming back and try to shrug it off. Though your answer comes out with a sob. "Because I can't focus on the lesson. I promise I can be good but I can't control myself!" A tear rolls down your cheek and you quickly wipe it away.

Professor Harkness takes her feet off the desk, leaning forward to cup your cheek. "Don't worry, sweet girl. Those words sound familiar to me. I used to be like you. As your coach, I know you. You just need a little training." She wipes away another tear rolling down your face.

"Training?" It sounds odd to you. What did she mean by that? Tutoring wouldn't help with this kind of concentration problem. Especially with her, since she kind of is the problem.

Her eyes hold your gaze. "You're a brat, darling. If you can't listen to me properly, you need to learn that." She walks around the desk while taking off her suit jacket. You're so mesmerised by the way she moves, you didn't notice she was still talking. You get smacked out of your thoughts, a sting left on your cheek.

"Ouch!" You shriek and rub your cheek, but Agatha pulls you up by your chin. "I was going to give you a normal introduction to our training, but apparently, you need it more than I thought. Can't even listen to me for more than ten seconds without getting distracted by my body, such a pathetic whore," she speaks while pushing your front over the desk and flipping your skirt up.

Within seconds, one of Professor Harknesses big veiny hands is grabbing your pussy through your undies, making you whimper. "Through all of this, you will pay attention to my words. The better you listen, the less red will be on your face when we're done. Understood?" A calloused finger has slid into your delicate undies, rubbing yoir clit as if she has done this many times and knows your body through and through. "I understand, Professor."

"Good." Agatha leans over you kiss your neck, still rubbing your clit. You're soaking wet by now. "Okay darling, do you touch yourself?" Her finger starts teasing your entrance.

The question somehow manages to turn you on even more. "Yes, professor." You earn some praising, but then you get lost in bliss. Your professor rudely pulls you out of it by delivering a smack to your cheek.

"Pay attention, doll. How many fingers can you fit inside?" One long finger gets pushed halfway in before being pulled back again. She kind of just keeps teasing that way.

"T-two. Haven't tried anything more!" Those last words come out with a squeal as she pushes one whole finger into you, setting up a steady rhythm. You immediately come to notice how one of her fingers is much bigger than one of yours.

Agatha shortly pulls away to slide your underwear down. You also hear a belt being unbuckled. "And how many times do you touch yourself?" You can hear the grin in her voice. It sounds like she is sliding her trousers down with one hand, the other still occupied by your pussy.

"Every night," you whimper. There goes your innocence. You cry out when the professor pushes in another finger. "Too much!"

Agatha chuckles. "No, no, definitely not too much." She starts up a rough pace in your hole, hitting all the right spots. This will make you go feral. "I'm intrigued, darling. What do you think about when you have your knuckles deep in your tiny hole? Or do you watch something on that slutty phone of yours?"

When you don't respond, lost in pleasure, she delivers a smack to your full bottom. "You! Your instagram, I scroll on it every time my hand is in my undies." You sob with the confession.

"So you found my instagram? Fascinating. Are you sure that you can be good?" Agatha pulls away her fingers, but lines something solid, silicone up with your pussy. Her other hand keeps rubbing your bundle of nerves, making you clench on nothing.

"No! No, I can be good for you, I promise. Please, professor!" The begging was all it took for your professor to thrust her strap in, setting up a brutal pace.

Agatha chuckles, almost cackles. "You can be good, you say? I hope you remember why you're here. Let's see how long you can keep up while I explain everything you missed during today's history lesson."

[cam1lla]

Swiftie solidarity call in for Interview with The Vampire Fans

Hey guys, I’m making this post in the spirit of love and solidarity, not fandom bickering. Some people in the IWTV fandom have been making some pretty great joke posts and memes about The Vampire Lestat’s pop diva era and the fan beef he could have with Taylor Swift and while it’s been hilarious and many of us have shared jokes and had some very interesting conversations, there’s also unfortunately been some arguing and bullying on both sides. I think we should put that behind us and take a really rare opportunity to come together and do some good.

Yesterday, a horrible tragedy occurred in the UK. At a children’s dance class that was focusing on teaching choreography to Taylor Swift’s music, a horrific knife attack took place. A seven year old child, an eleven year old, as well as another children were killed and several others were left critically injured. I think now would be a really great time for other fandoms to come together and show support for the victims and their community. Wouldn’t it be awesome if we could come together in solidarity and mobilize our forces for a worthy and noble cause?

If we could come together to support the victims, their families, and their community in this time, not only would it be a great show of what fandoms can be at our best, which is a community of people who not only share a passion but share values, and will come together to do what is good and just, but it could also make more swifties consider getting into assorted Anne Rice vampire media, or more ITWV fans to consider listening to her music. Which means more fun jokes and fake Lestat/Taylor beef. It’s a win win!

Please consider at least sharing this post, if you’re unable to donate at this time. I really think this could be a great opportunity to turn this whirlwind of an imaginary stan twitter beef into something meaningful.

[andreabandrea]

I absolutely don't mean this in a bad way, but I think a lot about how Pokemon is a power fantasy for kids. And I know this is obvious because it's a game for children, but let me ramble.

Think about it: you can go wherever you want, knowing you're safe because your Pokemon will protect you. In the later games, you can dress however you want and express yourself freely. You can connect with nature and communities of friendly kids and adults around you. You can make a meaningful, positive impact on the world. You can stand toe-to-toe with adults who, in real life, would ignore or even belittle you because you're just a kid. (And, of course, you have superpowered pets that love you.)

I think about how in the original games, Brock and Misty are presented as kids/young teens and become friends with Ash. But, Lt. Surge presents a difficulty spike-- if you chose Bulbasaur, you can easily sweep the first two gyms with it, but now you don't have a supereffective match up unless you plan more. I think it's meaningful, then, that Lt. Surge is portrayed a big, scary adult man and military to boot. In the anime, he's presented as being condescending and intimidating toward Ash. But, you as the player are able to overcome this intimidating man through the power of your Pokemon. The same can be said for people like Team Rocket and Giovanni-- Giovanni's original sprite in Red & Blue makes it look like he's looming over you, sneering at you.

It can easily be forgotten by adult fans, but you're seeing this world through the perspective of a child. Giovanni looming over you represents how it feels to be a child, powerless, and face an adult who's cruel to you. But you defeat him at every match up.

Satoshi Tajiri would go on to say that Pokemon was inspired by his childhood, in which he'd go out and collect bugs. Miyamoto would say that the first Zelda game was inspired by his childhood in which he'd explore the local area and caves and so on.

It makes me sad to think that, as the world becomes more modern, more urbanized, and (as parents tend to see it, at least) more unsafe, this childhood that inspired these classic games become further out of reach for kids. When I was growing up, I lived in a suburb full of concrete. I couldn't walk anywhere, and even if I could, my mother was too anxious to let me just go around unsupervised.

This is why getting the bike is such a big moment in Pokemon-- you can go so much farther as a kid on a bike! But, I also could only ride my bike up and down my boring street before running into a major street full of cars going 50 MPH that would have murdered me instantly.

This isn't a doom post. I still believe that we can repair the damage that capitalism and cars have done to the world. But, I think that in times like this, it's more important than ever for kids to have access to these power fantasies, these escapes from a world that they have no ability to fix, but still suffer from regardless.

Ironically, I think that when I play Pokemon now, I play it to feel smaller rather than to feel bigger, the opposite of how I played it as a kid. Now, it's comforting to escape from work and stress into a world in which your only concerns are walking to the next town, catching a new Pokemon, and maybe fighting a gym leader. The same can be said of any piece of media that someone is nostalgic for, but I think Pokemon feeds into it well because its design is so baked in the experience of being a child.

When I'm playing Pokemon, especially when replaying an old game, I still remember things like only saving in Pokemon centers so that my character could sleep there in a nice building, or imagining them setting up camp if I had to save and quit on a route. If I had time, I would feed my Pokemon some Pokeblocks or etc. at my little 'camp' so they wouldn't be hungry (which is why I felt like the cooking and camping systems from SwSh were so real for me, haha).

I don't think that there's a 'wrong' way to play Pokemon-- I know people enjoy competitive Pokemon, and strict challenge runs, and stuff. And I can enjoy that, too! But, for me, Pokemon is about childhood, you know?

[lolasimms]

a midsummer nights dream

summary: the night after your first time with her, Ellie wakes you up from a nightmare and makes it up to you in her favourite way she knows. It’s all new to you, but she teaches you just how to enjoy it.

warnings: smut, strap use, swearing, mentions of past toxic relationships.

“Why can’t you just shut up?.” You hear her scream at you. Her face is red with anger, seething even. The veins in her neck shine through her pale neck and the sounds of her fingers crunch and crack as she clenches her fist.

Her other hand holds a glass of whiskey, neat, the drink almost at the bottom of the rock glass. You hold yourself in your arms, awaiting what was to come when slowly but surely she began to lift her hand. In one quick motion her arms extend; chaos ensues.

Your eyes shut closed, fight or flight taking over you as you cover your ears with your hands. The sound of glass shattering rings around the apartment and you feel the last bits of liquid from it splatter onto you. Leaving you a screaming shaking mess.

-

A hand rubbed firmly over your back and another stroked at the side of your face. When you opened your eyes, you were met with an orange and pink hue shining through the blinds. The sun had finally risen.

“Wake up, baby. Come on, wake up. It’s just a bad dream, come on,” Ellie’s voice rumbled softly below you.

You whined quietly and buried your face deeply into her chest.

“I know,” Ellie soothed. Her hand on your back moved to squeeze your arm. “Just wake up for me, okay?”

With a small puff of air from your lips, you nodded. “I’m up.”

“Good girl.” Ellie went back to smoothing her warm hand up and down your spine. Even through her thick shirt you wore, you could feel her soft fingertips drawing the stress from your body. “Bad dream?” She asks in a hushed whisper.

You nodded, ashamed at the context behind your panicked night terror. “It was stupid, don’t worry about it.”

Ellie hummed. “If it scared you, it’s not stupid. You were getting super worked up, twisting and turning.” She strokes your face as she says this, her eyes worried.

Heat flooded your cheeks and you finally managed to look up at her through the embarrassment of it all. You hated her thinking you were weak. “I hate that I had to wake you with my baggage.”

Ellie pushed a few stray hairs from your face. “It’s okay. If you hadn’t, and then I later found out you’d had a bad dream that I didn’t protect you from...” She trailed off with a sigh. “I’d feel like a dick, are you okay baby?”

“I’m fine.” You shrugged in response and rolled onto your side, away from her. Ellie turned to hold you from behind, her arms wrapping tightly around your middle as you reached over to the nightstand to check your phone. Her lips met your neck to place sleepy kisses on your skin, causing you to melt.

“Was the dream about her?” She asked quietly, causing you to wince slightly as you continued to fidget and scroll through your phone, a way to distract yourself from talking about the dream.

You nodded, checking through your messages and social media’s. The sleepiness in your body and eyes urged you to lay back down with Ellie, to let her envelope you in her warmth, but your anxious brain needed to make sure that your ex hadn’t contacted you. To make sure your dream wasn’t your subconscious warning you of her unwanted return to your life.

Ellie hummed and reached up to turn off your phone, her lips still kissing at your neck and jaw.

“Hey!” You hissed as she took it from your hands and placed it on the nightstand beside her side of the bed.

“She’s not going to come back, and as long as I’m around she won’t hurt you. I promise,” she mumbled into your skin before her lips got sloppier, leaving trails of dampness that somehow both cooled and heated your skin.

“How did you kn-” you words were cut off by a gasp leaving your lips as her teeth found their way to the skin of your ear and tugged on it gently. The feeling went straight to your core. The hand coming from below your body moved under the sweater you were wearing until it found your breast and squeezed gently, making a soft gasp leave your lips at the contact.

“I know you way more than you believe me too, Princess.” Ellie’s mouth met your own when you turned to look at her. Her other hand trailed down your body until it met the dampness building between your legs. “Already ready for me, hmm?” She asked quietly as her slender finger found your sensitive nub and started massaging gentle circles over it.

You moaned softly in response and pushed back against her body, where you were met with damp crotch pressing against your ass through the boxers she’d worn to bed. Ellie promptly left the bed, running over to retrieve what you assumed was her strap. Promptly she returned running back with it harnessed on along with a bottle of lube in her hands.

“My sweet girl. Just relax, okay? I’m gonna fuck you nice and slow,” Ellie whispered against your ear. The hand that had been on your clit moved off of it, earning a whine from you. From behind you you heard the gentle ‘click’ of the lube bottle and felt her hands nudge your back as she rubbed it onto her strap.

You felt the cold of her strap pressed firmly against you before she nudged it in between your legs. “Have you ever been fucked like this?” She asked you softly.

You turned to look at her and shook your head shyly. “Never, Els”

She hummed and tapped your thigh. “Lift this up for me, princess.”

You hesitated and she raised an eyebrow at you. “Do I have to keep it up the whole time?” You question her.

Ellie simply chuckled and shook her head. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re comfortable.” She pecked your lips softly. “I promise.”

You nodded and raised your leg up a little. There was an obvious weakness in your legs after the night before, and they started to shake after only a few moments as Ellie lined her cock up with your entrance. You let out a low whine as the head pushed into your dripping hole, and the second she was on a clear path, Ellie used her hand to help brace your leg. She pushed in slowly, watching your face relax with pleasure more and more with every inch of her cock.

“That’s a good girl. Just like that. Still so ready for me after last night, hmm? So relaxed and soft for me. Taking me so well,” she praised softly.

Once Ellie was fully seated in you, she lowered your leg so it lay bent on top of the one on the mattress and her hand trailed up to gently hold your neck. Her thrusts were slow and gentle, pushing right up against the soft spot where you needed it most, deep inside your body. The hold she had on your breast was soft, and she methodically squeezed it in time with her hard thrusts to draw low moans from your chest. Her other hand just held your neck, reminding you she was there. She had you. You were safe, with her.

Your head was dizzy with sleep and pleasure as she drew herself in and out of you. When you turned your head to look at her, she caught your lips in a soft and passionate kiss.

“So good,” she mumbled against your mouth. She hummed and the hand on your neck traced over your curves and down your belly until it reached the apex of your thighs. Her fingers quickly found your clit and she rubbed delicate circles into it, drawing a gasping whine from you. “Can you feel how wet you are, baby? It’s covering your thighs.”

You couldn’t do anything but whimper and nod. Of course you felt it. Her cock pushed through your plush skin, spreading your slick everywhere, making a mess of your aching cunt.

Ellie’s teeth gently nipped at your jaw. “I’m gonna make you come.” She grunted softly. “And then you’re going to fall back asleep with my cock still buried inside your cunt. How does that sound, princess?”

“Sounds good, so good Ellie,” you whined. The sleepiness in your body was matched by the building pleasure in your core. Your eyes were falling open and closed from both the pleasure and the need to sleep.

In the past, sex didn’t make you fall asleep. That being said, you’d never come when you’d had sex in the past. For some reason, the orgasm you’d received from Ellie just made you sleepier than anything else ever had.

Ellie hummed and let the pace of her thrusts increase ever-so-slightly, pulling a long, drawn-out whine from your chest that was stuttered each time she bumped at your g-spot.

Your body was on fire in her hard grasp, and the only thing that could put it out was for you to come.

“I’m gonna come,” you managed to breathe out.

Ellie hummed in response. “I know. Just relax, let it happen, baby. It’s gonna feel so good, hmm?”

“Mhmm,” you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut. A few high-pitched sobs left your mouth with the next few thrusts, and the fire in your body blazed higher and higher until it seemed to explode out of every inch of your skin. Your hips stuttered back and forth in a desperate attempt to draw out your pleasure as long as possible, and a series of whimpers left your mouth as you came.

She was right there as you began your descent, holding you close and pleasuring you consistently as your body shook and jolted in her grasp. “That’s it baby, that’s it. You did so well for me. My good girl.” She took a shaky breath to calm herself. “You’re gonna come and you’re gonna fall right asleep after. My sweet girl needs my cum to fall asleep, doesn’t she?” Ellie asked through a groan and you just nodded sleepily.

You were all but passed out as she spoke to you, your brain lightyears away after your long orgasm. She gave a few more slow and firm thrusts before she groaned deeply into your neck.

Ellie panted into your neck as she came down and brushed some hair from your face so she could kiss your cheek softly.

“So tired , wanna sleep Els,” you mumbled softly.

Ellie simply chuckled , still slightly out of breath. “I know, baby. Go to sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” Her arms wrapped back around your middle and you blinked slowly a few times as sleep finally came over you. Your whole body was warm and her strap was still inside of you when you drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Safe from any harm, safe in the arms of your lover.

[covid-safer-hotties]

I have two (mostly) unrelated mask questions.

Firstly, given the phrase I keep hearing recently that covid "spreads like smoke," is it a sign that my N95 isn't working if I can smell someone's cigarette smoke or vape mist through it?

Secondly, if one wanted to switch from disposable N95s to an elastomeric mask for the purposes of daily wear at an in-person job, how do the protocols for filter reuse work? Can you use the same filter multiple days in a row? Can you do the brown-bag disinfection thing and swap in a different filter each day? Do you need to clean the mask somehow in between each use?

Thank you for any info you may have, I appreciate it.

You can smell things through a mask because many smells are caused by vapors. If you wanted to block vapors, you'd need a P100 elastomeric with specialized cannisters. Covid (and other viruses) spread via aerosols, which are small particles, water droplets that are ~micron sized. Those are caught in the tangled, electostatically charged mesh that makes up a quality mask.

Elastomeric fikters really vary in reuse depending on design and use, but they all typically last much longer for airborne disease prevention than, say, construction work (what they're often rated for). And they all last longer than disposable KN- or N95 masks because the filter media does not make contact with your face, reducing contamination from sweat and skin oils. I've never changed the filters in my MSA elastomeric because it uses splash-proof cannisters, and they still look as clean as the day I got them inside. My flomask, however, becomes visibly dirty after two or so days of extended use, and I change the filter then. If I'm just going to the Asian food market or something quick like a doctor's visit, I can usually reuse that filter for weeks on end, changing it when I see any spots begin to form from spit, sweat, dirt, etc. You should always wipe down your elastomeric after use and clean it with a mild disinfectant if you wear it daily ever couple-few days depending on how sweaty/oily you get. There should be instructions for cleaning included with your elastomeric. Each uses different materials, so the cleaning instructions will vary.

[waiting4inspiration]

To Want (Aemond Targaryen x Sister!Reader)

Summary: Having chased away yet another suitor, you admit to your brother that you only want one person; him. Aemond wants you too and will do anything to have you

Warnings: INCEST (this is the GOT universe), mentions of blood, mentions of rape, mentions of arranged marriages and courting, sneaking around, fluff, angst, strong language, you are responsible for your own media consumption

Word Count: +4.5K (off to a good start for my first Aemond fic)

Aemond Targaryen Masterlist II House of the Dragon Masterlist

“You cut his fingers off?”

Hearing your brother’s voice breaks your attention from the book laying in your lap and makes you look around the huge trunk of the Weirwood tree you sit under. Aemond walks towards you with an almost proud smile on his face, his hands folded behind him, and a coy look in his eye. “I did not cut his fingers off. Lord Hawthorne’s limbs were still attached to his body when he left my presence,” you mutter, just loud enough for him to hear as he sits down beside you. “I had my reasons for doing what I did.”

“I don’t doubt that you do,” he says, looking down at the blood staining the sleeve of your dress. “Though, I don’t think mother will appreciate how you’ve driven away yet another suitor,” he adds, pointing to your sleeve with a finger.

You quickly glance down at your sleeve, letting go a deep sigh as your attention returns back to your book. “I’ll deal with that later.”

When you both hear footsteps in the gallery, you know that it is your mother, the Queen. She has her hands folded neatly in front of her, dressed in her signature dark green, and her eyes land on you as she walks into the garden. “You may have to deal with that sooner than you think,” Aemond whispers as he pushes himself off the ground. 

You stare at him with wide eyes as he leaves, almost as if you beg him to not leave you alone with your mother because you know that this conversation may end up in a fight with her. Aemond simply gives you an amused smile as he glances back over his shoulder at you, making you huff out a frustrated breath as you slam the book shut. 

When Alicent reaches you, you stand up from your seat between the roots of the tree and fold your arms over your chest as you look at her, waiting for the scolding to come. “I have managed to keep this situation from escalating. Lord Hawthrone will accept an apology-”

“Which I will not give him,” you snap, interrupting your mother as she speaks which makes her give you a stern look. 

“This is the seventh suitor that has asked for your hand that you have turned down or chased away. At this rate, word will spread and you will not find a husband,” she fights back, gripping her hands tightly as she takes another step toward you. 

As you shift on your feet, you shake your head and press your lips into a thin line. “Fine. This wasn’t my idea anyway,” you stubbornly say, turning away from her to flop back down on the ground where you had left your book. 

Alicent sighs as you bury your nose in the pages again and she urges herself to move and sit beside you. “Perhaps we should take a break from finding you a suitor. Let things calm down a little bit and defuse any rumors that might arise,” she gently says, placing a hand over yours and making you look up at her again. “For now, please don’t go looking for trouble?”

You bite your lower lip, slowly nod your head at her and then turn back to the book in your hands. Your mother gives you a warm smile before she stands up and walks away from you, out of the garden. 

As she leaves, you look up at her again, watching as her hair bounces as she walks. You can’t believe that she made this out to be your fault. It seems that everything you do is your fault, according to her. You’re sure that her trying to find you a husband is just a way for her to get you out of her hair. 

But you don’t plan on leaving your home as someone’s wife anytime soon. Not if you can help it.

You didn’t have dinner with your family that night because you knew that Aegon was going to make your encounter with Lord Hawthrone the topic of conversation. He was going to tease you and you were not feeling up for that turning into a fight. 

Instead, you stay in your room, sitting in front of the hearth with a burning fire inside. You stare at the flames, watching them dance in red and orange streaks that flitter up and vanish into nothingness. Breathing out a heavy sigh, you drop your eyes to your hands laying in your lap. When you close your eyes, you can still see the flickering flames now burned into your sights. 

Hearing your chamber’s door open, your head immediately snaps over your shoulder to see who it is that has disturbed your peace. Upon seeing your brother Aemond, walking through the door and giving you a small smile, you allow yourself to relax and look back into the fire.

He doesn’t say anything as he makes his way closer to you. All he does is sit down beside you, a leg spread out in front of him as the other comes up bent where he can rest his arm while the other keeps himself propped up behind him. “So, am I allowed to know now what happened?”

You take a deep breath but don’t look at him. You just keep staring into the fireplace, bringing your knees up to your chest and resting your chin on them. 

“I know you don’t attack without reason. I taught you that myself, sister,” he states, smirking at you when he sees a small smile creeping on your face before it quickly disappears. 

Aemond did teach you some self-defense when you were young. After he had spent so much time training in the yard with various weapons and realized that if anyone decided to attack you, his dear sister, and you were alone, how could you protect yourself. He tried to get mother to agree that you train the same as he and Aegon but she would not have it. You would grow the same way and learn the same things as Helaena did. But Aemond didn’t agree with that and took it into his own hands because he saw that you are nothing like your older sister. 

He saw a fighter in your eyes and he would feed into it. So he privately taught you how to yield a weapon. 

“It doesn’t matter what I say. I am just a woman and everyone will believe his word over mine,” you mumble, refusing to look up at your brother as you talk. 

Aemond shifts closer to you, lifting a hand to move the hair covering your face from him behind your ear. “And if I know, I will defend you if anyone says differently,” he whispers, turning your head towards him as he gently cups your chin between his thumb and index finger. 

You relax under his touch, your shoulders falling as you sigh out a deep breath, and lean against his hand. “His hand ventured a bit too low as did his lips. I knew what he wanted from me and I didn’t want the same. He wouldn’t take no for an answer so he got rough. And I had no choice. I reached for my knife to threaten him away, but it caught his hand and cut him,” you quickly explain, wanting to get the words out of your mouth as if they have a bitter taste on your tongue. 

Aemond knows how fierce you can be, how strong you are in front of everyone. And yet, here you sit, so delicate in front of him. 

“I know what people say about me and I know this will only add to everything. ‘Seven suitors that she’s chased away. She must have inherited the Targaryen Madness.’ They think I don’t hear them whispering in the hallways but I do,” you say, turning your head and pulling it out of Aemond’s touch. “They all think I’m mad.”

“Let them think what they want. They only think those things from what they see, not from what they know about us,” he says, shifting closer to you. “Look at me.” Your head turns again, looking straight into his face, your gaze meeting his. “They see me as mean and vicious and hot-tempered and cruel because of this,” he starts, gesturing to the patch over his missing eye and the scars peeking out beneath it. “I’m sure they think me mad too. Tell me, do you think they are right about me?”

You’re quick to shake your head. “No. No, you are so loyal to the family and bold and you have been nothing but caring to me,” you state and a smile grows on his face. “Though, sometimes you can be hot-tempered,” you laugh, smiling with him when he chuckles at your words as his hands fall over yours. 

“So you see, they do not know us for who we truly are. Let them think those things. You and I both know that they are wrong,” he whispers, his thumb caressing the back of your hand as he continues to stare into your eyes. 

You want to follow his advice as you always have. You want to just forget about the rumors and forget about those that spread them. But you cannot ignore the persistent twinge in the middle of your body, the fact that you cannot just forget and ignore everything.

“I can’t do that,” you sigh, shaking your head as you drop your head to look at his hands enveloping yours. “I can’t let them think of me as that when there is reasoning for the things that I do. And it feels as if no one will listen to me and what I have to say to explain myself and hear why I do not want to marry some stranger from the West,” you ramble, lifting your gaze back to Aemond’s face. “I already know who I want.”

You don’t need to say anything else for Aemond to understand. He understands because he feels the same way and knows that you know that. He wants you the same way you want him. You both know this from the times you two have spent together in secret, whispering, touching, and gazing at each other as lovers do. You’ve felt the pull towards him, just as he has felt it. Neither of you can say when you first felt it, but you just do. 

And as you two stare into each other’s gaze, you can feel the same pull between you two.

“You know mother would allow it,” he whispers, keeping his voice low as if there were another person sitting in the corner of the room. 

“We’ve always thought that because she had Helaena and Aegon married that they were enough to keep with the Targaryen tradition and that the rest of us were to marry to create alliances across Westeros. But we’ve never brought this up with her. We don’t know that she won’t allow it,” you mention, keeping your eyes on him as he drops his head with a sigh. 

You reach up, holding his cheek in your palm, the tip of your thumb almost touching the scar on his cheek as you lift his gaze up to you again. “I know who I want, Aemond. I am not going to change my mind no matter how many suitors she sends my way. I want to marry you, Aemond.”

Not another word is said between the two of you. Aemond’s hand reaches up once more to cup your cheek, allowing that magnetizing pull to draw him closer to you. He touches his lips to yours, your eyes fluttering shut as your heart leaps into your throat, your hand on his face pulling him even closer so that your shadows cast by the fire melt into one figure. 

It feels as though this was meant to happen. It was only a matter of time before you and Aemond could no longer fight the attraction you both felt toward each other. You’ve never wanted more than for this moment to happen. You’re sure you’ve dreamed of it, imagined it every moment you’re alone with Aemond, doubting whether he wanted the same thing as you. 

This only proves that it is you that he wants. 

“Will you stay?” you question softly when he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. 

Aemond’s thumb gently caresses your cheek, an action of such tenderness you’re sure that those that speak rumors of the two of you could never imagine him capable of such a thing. “I cannot. I have duties to see to before the day ends,” he whispers, leaning ever so closer to nuzzle his nose against yours when he feels your body slack in sadness. “And you must rest, little fighter.”

That makes you laugh, a sound so musical to Aemond’s ears. 

As he begins to move away from you, he places one last kiss on your forehead before leaving you in the peaceful quietness of your room. He knows he has felt you wanting more for he feels the same want in his own body. Soon, he tells himself. Soon he will have you and you both will be allowed to give into that want.

His duties are not as important to him as the new mission he has thought of as he closes your chamber doors. Your words of how Aegon and Helaena are the family’s traditional sibling marriage rings in his mind. He knows that the Queen is ceasing the search for a husband for you for a while. 

Perhaps he can try and persuade her. He can entice her with the prospect that she no longer needs to continue the search. Alliances can be forged in other ways.

Aemond knows that his mother is still awake from the light flickering under her door. He knocks, waits for a response before pushing open her door to enter. 

“What are you doing here so late, Aemond?” she asks, standing from her desk and leaving the paperwork laid out in front of her. It is clear that she has not thought of turning in yet, business still on her mind. Aemond is not sure if that is a good thing or not. 

“You still intend to marry off (Y/n)?” 

Alicent sighs, folds her hands in front of her, and gives him a gentle smile as she moves toward him. “The right suitor for her will show up. Someone who can keep up with her personality. We just have to wait and see what comes from the incident that happened to her,” she begins, stopping just in front of her son to examine his expression.

“Give her to me,” he quickly states, causing her gentle and motherly look to drop from her face. “She knows who she wants. It is me she wishes to marry and I want her as well. Let us wed and end all of your strife to try and find someone who will tolerate her when I can do just that and you know it.”

The Queen stares hard at her son, her mouth in a thin line as she mulls over his words in her mind. “You know I cannot allow that. I am waiting for word from the Starks in the North. If their son agrees to marry her it could strengthen Aegon’s claim to the Throne-”

“Aegon,” Aemond sneers, cutting her off as he steps away from her. “Betrothing him to Helaena was to strengthen his claim and now you will marry off the rest of us to other lords and ladies around Westeros to do the same.” 

You were right about that. 

“Aegon is all you care about. You have never thought about the happiness of your other children and what it is they want,” Aemond accuses, glaring at his mother in disdain. 

Alicent gives him a sad look, stepping forward to place a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I am sorry you feel that way, my son. But I have made up my mind. (Y/n) will marry into another House as will you. It is all arranged.”

Her words make his body go stiff. So she has already started planning on finding him a wife. “Arranged with who?” he questions. 

But she simply smiles, turning him towards the door, and starting to lead him out. “Let us not talk about that now. It is late in the night,” she whispers as if not wanting to wake the castle. In truth, Aemond knows that she does not want to stir up his anger. 

Doing so only allows it to boil inside him, fueling the fire he feels to have you as his and to not see you shipped away to a faraway land where he cannot follow because he is being forced to go the other direction. As the door closes, the lost fight with his mother makes it feel as if you’re slipping away from him. Losing the fight means losing you. 

He doesn’t turn in for the night. His bed remains made and untouched and the candles continue to burn and melt all the way down. He watches as the flame of the candles reaches the end of the wick, burning out just as the sun begins to rise, lightening the sky and chasing away the darkness of the moonless sky. 

Aemond’s mind has been whirring with plans since he set foot inside his chambers, thinking of a way to get what both you and he want; each other. He knows that he will not get the Throne as he previously wanted due to the Queen’s insistence and so he has stopped fighting against that. But you are not lost to him just yet and he will fight to have you as long and hard as he has to. 

He knows his mother is somewhat religious and he knows that any act done before the Gods is sacred to her. It’s the setup in his plan that he will carry through. 

By the light of the day and the first sign that the castle is awake, he moves to see out these plans of his. 

You thought you would see Aemond the next day, that he would come to see you in the gardens or at least bump into him in the hallways. But even when you ask people if they have seen him and they say no, has you confused and concerned. It makes you overthink that perhaps he didn’t feel what you thought he felt last night. 

Perhaps he thought things would feel different if he kissed you and if he gave in to his wants. Maybe he changed his mind and you are not what he wants. 

Your mind races and you don’t even take in the words on the page of the book in front of you. All you’re doing is staring down at it while thinking of the million possibilities of where your beloved brother could be. It worries you deeply as to where he could have disappeared to. 

He’s most likely run away, you think after hearing that Vhagar is gone too. He must have regretted kissing you and fled in the night on dragon back. It breaks your heart to think that and think that it is the most likely scenario. 

These thoughts keep you occupied all day and by the night, you’re tired of thinking. All you can do is stare up at the ceiling as you lay in bed, allowing for the first time in the day your mind to be quiet. And yet, tears threaten to escape from your eyes. 

You never thought that without Aemond you would feel so alone. You thought that being so close to him meant that he would tell you anything bothering him. You thought…

Sighing, you bring up your hands to your face and shake your head to yourself. You don’t know what to think anymore. You turn onto your side, trying to go to sleep and hope that tomorrow you wake and this will have all been a nightmare.

But you continue to stare out the window, feeling the cool wind blowing through your room on your skin, and the question still etched into your mind. “Where are you, Aemond?”

You feel the bed dip behind you and it’s as if the intruder knows what your next move is because they grab your wrists before you can throw a punch. However, seeing Aemond’s face hiding underneath a hood makes you breathe out a sigh of relief. “Where the fuck have you been?” you ask, throwing your arms around his neck. 

He doesn’t answer you. Instead, he chuckles as he pulls you away to wrap a cloak around your shoulders. “Stay quiet and follow me,” he whispers, pulling the hood up over your head before leading you off your bed. 

“What are you up to, Aemond?” you whisper back, your hand slipping into his as you follow him out of your room. 

“All your questions will be answered soon. Just do as I say,” he whispers over his shoulder to you. 

You do as you're told. The thought that he came back for you is more than enough to make you happy. You know he has something planned but you’re not sure what it could be. Knowing that it includes you makes you feel stupid for having thought that he no longer wants you. 

He leads you out of the Red Keep, all the way to the Dragon Pit, consistently looking behind him to make sure you’re still following him despite having your hand so tightly held in his own. You’ve only been to the Pit a few times, not having the pleasure of having a dragon as your egg didn’t hatch. It was the thing that brought you and Aemond to each other. After seeing him bond with Vhagar, the Queen of Dragons, it reassured you that you don’t have to have an egg hatched to be a dragon rider. 

Aemond tells you that you have enough fire in your soul and that you do not need a dragon. 

There are no Keepers around Vhagar who seems to be waiting for her rider. Aemond lets go of your hand to move towards the dragon, places his hand on her neck and speaks to her in Valyrian before he looks over at you again, finding you staring in awe at the huge beast before you. 

He holds out his hand to you, beckoning you closer and you step forward with hesitation. “Relax,” he whispers to you, taking your hand and pressing it against the scales of the old dragon. 

You gasp when she moves, jumping back into Aemond’s chest when Vhagar moves her head to look at you. “She won’t harm you. Not when you’re with me,” he says in your ear, his other hand coming to rest on your hip. 

Then he moves you to the ropes draped over her neck in order for her rider to climb to their saddle. You look back to Aemond to see if he really wants you to do what you think he wants you to do. He simply nods up, silently telling you to climb. And so you do. 

You’ve never ridden a dragon before, never soared above the clouds and over the seas as you have seen your brothers and sister do before. You have longed to experience it and thinking that this could be your time to do that makes your heart skip a beat. 

Aemond isn’t far behind you, settling into the space of the saddle behind you. As he wraps an arm around you, commanding Vhagar to fly, you feel your skin tingle with goosebumps when she begins to move. 

Although she moves slowly, every movement feels a hundred times rougher than riding a horse. And when she rises off the ground, flapping her huge wings to ascend into the sky, your hands shoot for Aemond’s forearm wrapped around your waist. 

When Vhagar reaches the clouds, Aemond feels you relaxing with a deep breath. He watches you glance around at the open sky and then up at the stars that peek through any opening in the clouds. He can’t properly see but he can only imagine the look of awe on your face. 

He can see you closing your eyes, feeling the fresh air blowing against your face and through your hair. There is nothing that compares to riding a dragon and he knows this very well. But there is also nothing like seeing you experience this for the first time. 

Vhagar drops towards the waters below, giving you another spectacular sight to witness. You want to reach out to touch it, but Aemond stops you from leaning over, preventing you from possibly falling. With both his hands firmly holding onto your hips, you look over your shoulder at him. 

“What are you doing, Aemond? Why have you kidnapped me?” you ask in a laugh when you finally land on a small island you think is not far from King’s Landing. 

He doesn’t say anything as he helps you down the ropes, his hands not leaving your hips until your feet land firming on the ground. And when he takes your hand, leading you away from Vhagar, a bright smile grows on his face. 

Something in the distance catches your eyes and you force yourself to look away from the gleeful look on his face. Candles glow in the dark, all placed in a way that makes up an aisle that leads to a Septon standing beneath a tree. 

Suddenly you know what is happening and you look back to Aemond. “Mother will not allow us to marry. But how can we ignore what the Gods have destined for us?” he asks, still leading you toward the set up for this secret wedding. 

You cannot break your gaze from him the closer you walk toward the Septon. You admire Aemond’s plans and how he had done them so quickly and quietly. You don’t even want to know how he got this Septon to agree to do this. You’re just happy that he did. 

When you both come to stand in front of the Septon, Aemond gives him a nod to start, and you cannot keep the smile on your face from growing bigger. “We stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife: one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever,” the Septon starts, your hand holding tightly onto Aemond's as he lifts it for the holy man to tie your hands together in a blood red ribbon. 

“Let it be known that Targaryen are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder. In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity.”

You know that your mother cannot do anything now for this ceremony is done before the Gods. When the sun rises, you will be Aemond’s wife and he will be your husband. 

Just as you both wanted. 

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Forever My Ariel

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AN: Don't ever let people discourage you from making your dreams come true and if you haven't seen The Little Mermaid, go see it!

Synopsis: The trailer has just been released for your first feature film and the secret has finally been revealed. However not everyone is happy that you were chosen for the role of Ariel in The Little Mermaid

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Famous!Reader

Always thankful for my loves @hoodharlow and @nattinatalia 💕

Warnings: mention of racism

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As you were scrolling through your timeline on different social media apps, the tears were steadily cascading down your cheeks and hitting your pillow that was covered by a white satin pillowcase.

You were so excited that your trailer for your acting debut had finally gotten released at midnight and you were incredibly proud of yourself. You had stepped out of your comfort zone and got into acting since you were primarily known for singing with your older sister. 

The Little Mermaid had been one of your favorite movies growing up and now that you had an opportunity to play her was a dream come true. Even though you did have to audition for the role, they approached you first telling you that they wanted for you to play Ariel. 

Then seeing you sing Part of Your World had everyone’s mind set.

They had found their Ariel. 

What you didn't expect was the backslash and people being up in arms simply because….

You were a black woman

Even though Ariel is a fictional character and also a mermaid who everyone knew not to be real, they didn’t mean the outrage was any less.  

One of the top trends on social media was 'Not My Ariel' and of course after you saw it, you had been crying ever since.

At midnight you had sent your boyfriend the trailer to watch on your instagram and he couldn’t stop saying how proud he was of you and now you were thinking that you might not have made the right decision regarding the role.

It was now later in the day and Jack was rehearsing for his upcoming CHTKMY tour and he was due to be back at your condo at any minute and the last thing that you wanted for him to see was you being upset.

You tried to wipe your face as best as you could when you suddenly heard the front door open.

“Shit.” You muttered and you knew that it was too late.

“Babe, where are you? Did you eat yet? I’m starving. Did you want…” Jack immediately stopped talking as he came into the bedroom and saw your tear stained cheeks and you furiously trying to wipe them away. 

“Um, no I didn’t. I’ll eat whatever you order. I don’t really feel like cooking anything tonight.” You said while shrugging and he immediately came over to you.

“Now you know you can’t hide those tears from me so what happened and how can I do my best to help fix it?” Jack asked as you were now sitting up and he quickly slid you onto his lap.

“It’s silly, baby. Don’t worry about it.” You answered trying to reassure him, but you knew deep down that he wasn’t having it. 

“It’s not silly if it has my girl upset.” Jack replied while kissing your cheek but all you did was shake your head.

All you did was sigh in response and you quickly went to lay your head on his shoulder and without warning, the tears started all over again.

“Baby, the last thing I want is to see you cry and you know that.”

You simply opened Twitter and handed him your phone so he could see the trending topics.

He immediately clicked on ‘Not My Ariel’ and began to scroll looking at the phone in disbelief at what people were saying about you.

“Why? Why are people so mean?” It almost came out as a whisper and Jack’s heart was breaking seeing you so upset.

“Because they have nothing else better to do. This doesn’t change anything, babe. I know you’re upset with good reason but the movie is finished and I know from the trailer that you did a damn good job and no one else they would’ve picked would’ve come close. Fuck them.”

“I worked my ass off for this.”

“I know and they can never take away how incredibly talented you are because everyone sees it. You’re amazing at what you do and people being racist fucks are never going to change that. And since when are mermaids based on real people? They could’ve made you blue and people would still find a reason to be upset and I would have still watched that shit.”

“Baby, this isn’t Avatar.”

“You get what I mean!”

“I do and I.. thank you for always being there for me when I need it.” You said while smiling up at him. 

“And you know that’s never going to change. I just…. It’s easier said than done but do not let them win. You’re letting them win by you allowing them to get you upset and that’s the last thing that we want or need. You’re amazing in your own right and no trending topic on Twitter is going to tell me otherwise. My baby is the shit and she’s everyone’s Ariel and I’ll kick anyone’s ass who disagrees with me.”

“I just… want everyone to love my performance in this just as much as I do.”

“And they will and I’m going to need for you to stop worrying what people think about you all the time. If you know that you did your best that is literally the only thing that matters. Haters are always going to be there, but while you’re over here making millions, what is their ass doing but sitting at home and hating from a social media app?”

“That’s true.” You said while nodding your head and agreeing with him.

“For now, I’m keeping your phone because the last thing I want is for you to be scrolling looking at unnecessary outta pocket shit that people are saying.”

“But what if….”

“No, if it’s something important I’ll give it back to you, but other than that no. We’re ordering food and having a movie night and no social media.” Jack was soothingly rubbing your back as you tried to scoot yourself closer to him if that was even possible.

“I want chinese and what are we watching?”

“The Little Mermaid of course and anything my baby wants, she gets.”

“Fine, but I’m singing the entire time.” You said while finally smiling up at him.

“Oh, so I get early access?”

“You always get early access, just don’t tell anyone because they might get jealous.” You answered while leaning over to kiss him and pinching his cheek.

—

It was now premiere night and you were extremely nervous and kept fiddling with your dress trying to smooth away any imaginary wrinkles that might be there.

Jack noticed and quickly went up to you and grabbed both of your hands to get you to stop.

“It’s going to be fine, baby. Remember what I told you.”

“I feel like I’m going to throw up at any minute.” You said while feeling extremely overwhelmed and your eyes were starting to brim with tears.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Breathe for me and relax. I’m right here and I will be here with you the entire time. I’m not leaving your side for the entire night.”

“Promise? I… I….”

“Shhh…. I promise, baby. You got this. Now everyone is about to see why you were the perfect person for this role and no one else. Take some deep breaths for me.”

You did as you were told as you heard Jack taking deep breaths with you and you could feel that your heart rate was now finally starting to slow down. You focused on your breathing and holding Jack’s hands to help ground you as he massaged small circles on yours.

This was something that he always did for you when you were nervous before an event.

Jack knew how your anxiety was and his priority was always making sure you were okay. 

“I love you, you know that right?” Jack asked you and you couldn’t help but to immediately smile at him.

“I love you too, more than I can put into words.”

“You feel any better?”

You simply nodded and smiled as you reached up to hug him and he quickly embraced you back and leaned down to give you several kisses. 

“I just… I know I say it all the time but I love you so much and the way you support me is just…”

“Oh no, babe Deidre is going to kill me if I make you cry because of how long it took for her to do your makeup. You can cry after! But you do the exact same thing for me. We’re always going to show up and support each other no matter what.”

“Always, nothing about that is going to change.”

“Now come on so I can sing all the songs and give a Grammy winning performance. Been waiting months for this!” Jack said and you immediately laughed as he took your hand and the two of you began to make your way downstairs in order to head to the theater where the premiere was being held. 

As promised, Jack didn’t leave your side for the entire night and would give your hand occasional squeezes to let you know he was there for whatever you needed him for. 

“Now it’s time for people to see why you’re forever going to be my Ariel.” Jack whispered to you once the two of you were finally settled in your seats and the movie was getting ready to play. 

Jack held your hand the entire time just like he promised and would periodically look over at you and smile

He was amazed at how well you did, but not surprised

He knew that you had it in you from the very beginning

When the credits of the movie started rolling, you were startled by everyone erupting in applause and giving you a standing ovation as you made your way up to the stage to say a few words. 

You couldn’t help but to cry looking out at the crowd and seeing how so many people were supportive of you and that they love it just as much as you did.

When the applause finally died down, you were doing your best to hide your tears before you spoke.

“I… I knew I was going to cry but damn. Just… thank you.” You said and heard laughter while you finally wiped away the rest of your tears.

“Words cannot even form a sentence of how grateful I was for this opportunity and so many amazing people had a hand in making that happen. I’m so happy that Disney trusted me along with everyone involved in the cast and crew to make Ariel come to life and I just want everyone to love this film as much as I loved making it. Never let anyone deter you from making your dreams become a reality. I remember being little and seeing the original film for the first time and now look, twenty something years later and I get to bring her to life on the big screen. I’m not just Ariel for some people and not others, and my boyfriend had to tell me that. I am everyone’s Ariel and I am so damn proud of stepping out of my comfort zone and letting little girls who look like me know that they can do this too.” 

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yourinstagramname: always thankful that you get to be a part of my world and me in yours 💕

jackharlow: forever and always. so proud of you. you did amazing just like I knew you would.

yungmiami305: bitch you made me cry when I watched it even if I knew what was going to happen lol

neelamthadhani: job well done! I knew they picked the perfect person for this role!

maggieharlow: you were a literal dream the entire time. you didn't just play Ariel. YOU ARE ARIEL.

urbanwyatt: I see Jack is dressed like the ocean and ready to dive in yourinstagramname 😏

yourinstagramname: urbanwyatt you are always so outta pocket, I CANNOT but yes. I agree lol

yourinstagramename: thank you so much everyone, you have no idea how much this means to me

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jackharlow: Forever My Ariel 💕

yourinstagramname: jackharlow loveee you now how many times have you watched the movie? lmao

urbanwyatt: yourinstagramname this might be number six

jackharlow: not the both of you shaming me. my baby did amazing 🥰

urbanwyatt: and keeps asking me to refill the snacks so he can continue

neelamthadhani: urbanwyatt I'm joining so bring me some popcorn too

urbanwyatt: neelamthadhani imma start charging yall asses for this. I am making one more trip and that's it!

druski2funny: why didn't anyone invite me to the party?

yourinstagramname: druski2funny because you don't like to answer your phone

druski2funny: yourinstagramname but I'm here now!

jackharlow: druski2funny your ass is about to be late to your own funeral

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yourinstagramname: this is what a mermaid named Ariel looks like 😘

jackharlow: you got damn right and I don't wanna hear any negative shit! my baby did that!

lolabrooke: don't play wit her, don't play wit her

yoursistersinstagramname: my little mermaid 😍

yournamesource: forever our Ariel!!

yourbestfriend: she did what needed to be done and left no muthafuckin crumbs!

yournamesource: I need a sequel and idc what that shit is about. we just need to see you on the big screen more.

yourinstagramname: yournamesource something is getting revealed soon lol stay tuned

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for slowly ghosting a fwb instead of confronting him when I found out he's been stalking people again?

He (twenties, M) and I (twenties, X) knew each other from college. He's genuinely a fun guy. Also, a cis person being into you as a nonbinary person (as your gender, not despite it) in a non-fetishy way is frankly too powerful. So yeah, we started talking more some time after graduation, and it turned into a digital-only friends-with-benefits situation.

I was wary of him in college, but willing to give him a second chance. It was an open secret among our friend group that he'd stalked a couple of people he was into in college -- resulting in court ordered therapy and a restraining order and everything. I was still mentally/emotionally recovering from an abusive relationship years prior that the ex stalked me after for a few years. So you can see why it was a big deal that I gave this distant friend another chance, willing to get as close to him as I did. I guess I thought that like, the therapy had worked?

Well, fast forward to us being close after college. He doesn't know that I know about his previous two times getting nearly expelled for stalking people. I have not told him anything about my years-ago abusive relationship, but it's possible he has some awareness of it due to mutual friends. I kept firm with a boundary that he will have no more specific geographic information about me than my city, and he's certainly never learning my address. He has no way to know about my more "personal" social media like Tumblr. I am protecting myself.

But a few months into us being fwb and having fun and me repeatedly asserting my boundaries regarding irl interaction. He complains to me that someone is claiming that he's stalking them. I casually ask about the situation, assert that yeah what he's doing is shitty, he should stop, and it does sound like stalking (even though he insists it isn't). We never talk about it again.

He started showing up in my trauma nightmares, and suddenly the second chance I gave him seems like a terrible idea. So, over the next few months, I make a planned retreat. I respond less frequently, less promptly, and with less emotion. I planned out my strategy by the week to look like a natural loss of interest, or a natural "got busy with other stuff."

My logic is that he clearly has not learned to stop stalking people. I am not willing to continue exposing myself to that personal risk. But I am also not willing to say "I refuse to remain friends with an unrepentant stalker." I'm afraid that if I do that, he will get the wrong lesson: that he needs to never admit to any other friend what he's done, or else he'll lose them. The right lesson obviously would be: don't follow people to their houses after they've cut contact and don't send them letters asking whether they're living alone again yet, what the fuck. I am afraid that if I tell him why I'm ghosting, he will simply never talk about this pattern ever again, thus removing the ability of future friends like me to make informed decisions about who they're spending their time with.

We're now one year into when I fully ended contact. I did not block him. I still get two texts a week from him -- sometimes "are you okay" sometimes life updates, usually just "hey". He has made no indications that he has visited the city where I live, thank god. I have not explained to any of our mutual friends what I did. I have not talked to anyone, not my therapist not my spouse, about what I did. I am not going to speak to him again, but I am not going to block him, because I need my cutting contact to look natural.

So yeah. AITA for not making a bigger deal of his continued stalking of other people? In my mind I'm protecting myself, and reducing the likelihood he'll start hiding his nature from future friends, so this way they can be informed and protect themselves as needed. But AITA for lowkey ghosting him instead of having a serious conversation about his behavior? I know he sucks. I just don't know if I also suck.

What are these acronyms?

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intro post (finally)

ive debated making an intro post because first off ive been on tumblr for two years and I never got around to it and secondly I am really really horrible at talking about myself because what is to much info and what it to little info and the cycle continues but im giving it a shot because I feel like my mutuals have no idea who I am lmao

HAI my name is Charlie im 15 (18+ I dont mind if you follow me but please dont dm me thank you :]) I use jasper as an online name kind of (at this point its just reserved for my best friend ace but I dont mind if other people call me jasper since I still love the name)

my pronouns are he/him but im also perfectly comfortable with common neopronouns (it/its xey/xem) if you wanna get funky with it.

im a self diagnosed autistic and ARFID (if you dont know what that is its an eating disorder where certain factors make you avoidant and restrictive of the food you eat and it has nothing to do with physical appearance. for me its linked to my autistic sensory issues(ALSO OCD NOW?!!? WHAT THE FUCK?!!?)) I have depression and anxiety and the only reason I mention this is because I relate my mental health to my fav characters in tv shows and books and stuff so if you see me posting about them like everything is connected lol

(my a03 is ghostwithfeet if you want to see me be silly and project my weird life onto fictional characters (I am the most inconsistent updater in the world please expect nothing from me if you even ask about a project it will scare me and like I turtle I will crawl into my shell never to see the light of day again))

my interests really vary about current hyperfixations but heres the master list

current hyperfixs

stranger things specifically Byler but mostly mike wheeler (this has turned into a special interest(I DO NOT support Noah schnapp or another of the other cast members who are in support of the inhumane actions the Israel government are doing. I am pro saving innocent civilians. I know that this can be controversial to be such a big fan of this show and honestly I have a lot of complex feelings on the matter but im autistic as previously mentioned and its my special interest and It won't leave my brain even if im not directly interacting with the media so im gonna yap about it on my blog thank you.))

also just Finn wolf hard for some reason (check out his band the Aubreys its awesome. also check out a recent movie he was in called when you finished Saving the world. it means a lot to me)

donna tarts the goldfinch book

old special interests/hyperfixs

the percy Jackson universe specifically nico di Angelo

the IT universe specifically reddie and Beverly marsh but more leaning towards richie tozier (see what I mean with the Finn wolf hard thing)

dead boy detectives !!

doctor who (I haven't even finished David tenants doctor yet so please no spoilers)

Alice oseman content (never read loveless or iwbft but ive read all of her other stuff)

paper girls graphic novel

other interests

the good place tv show

Kathleen Glasgows book girl in pieces

the walking dead comics including the clementine spin off graphic novels

um yeah thats all I can think of for now

my fav musicians/bands

florence and the machine

indigo de Souza

Kevin Atwater

searows

the Aubreys

sadurn

the cranberries

soccer mommy

runo plum

nep

lala lala

the smiths

hospital bracelet

Chappell roan

AURORA

Madilyn Mei!

Elliot smith

(my music taste is all over the place and is also very seasonal and I have a bunch of underground artists I dont listen to but I am here to give good recs I promise my playlists are fire)

we've gotten to the part of the intro post where im wondering if this is way to much information so sorry if I overshared idk but hope we can be silly mutuals or friends if you want (never be scared to shoot the friendship shot I would love to yap with y'all)

also since this is taking over my other pinned post I just want to put this as an honorary spot and let everyone know that my old pinned post was a quote from radio silence and that Aled last is me and I am him and the February Friday plot line is actually me and it makes me sick how much I resonate with that book

[blog-sekai]

Unit Introduction: TECH IT OUT!!!

An unlikely friend group aspire to be the next big thing for their local music scene...

*this is all text & pretty long sorry 😭

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About TECH IT OUT!!!:

They thought about using some leetspeak in their unit name ("T3CH 1T OUT" - 3 human members, 1 AI member) but decided against it because it sounded kinda cheesy

Most of their performances are as emcees or DJ's, but they're working to change that!

Their style/genre is pretty obvious lol: techno, disco/rave, anything with bass you can hear 3 blocks away.

if my 3 fan units were that misery/cpr/Reece's puffs mashup, they'd be the Reece's puffs part

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"If it's difficult, that means it must be good for you, right..?"

Jamie Polaris

Birthday: March 31

Height: 5'6" / 167cm

Hobbies: Robotics, Calligraphy

Specialty: Cosplay/Crossplay

Favorite Food: Breakfast Sandwiches

Least Favorite Food: Sweets

Dislikes: Dresses & Skirts

Jamie has the least traditional music knowledge, but she learns very quickly. She picked up a programming class when she was younger on a whim, and has since gotten exceptionally good at it. Her pet program, PRISM, eventually achieved full sentience/sapience - their dynamic is similar to "childhood friends." She's very uncomfortable with most feminine things as they relate to her/other's expectations of her, and prefers to wear clothes that are baggy or androgynous/masculine.

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"I would appreciate it if you took my person-hood a bit more seriously."

PRISM

Birthday: June 23

Height: In SEKAI, it is 5'5" / 165cm (it doesn't have a body in the [real world] at this time)

Hobbies: Meditation, Sci-Fi Shows/Media

Specialty: Retaining Information

Favorite Food: Unknown

Least Favorite Food: Unknown

Dislikes: Uncleanliness

PRISM likes to try new things, at least as much as it can without a body - which is why it's constantly pestering Jamie to build it one. It has a particular affinity for a certain sci-fi show, likely due to one of the characters. It feels a sort of kinship to the virtual singers, and has considered debuting as one in the past. In SEKAI, PRISM has a normal human body, and it takes full advantage of that to try different things "in person." Jamie brings it lots of different snacks.

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"Rules are made to be broken, anyway! Let's get out of here!"

Emerson Scott

Birthday: December 12

Height: 5'6" / 167cm

Hobbies: Studying, Hacktivism

Specialty: Never Getting Lost

Favorite Food: Kettle Corn

Least Favorite Food: Tomatoes

Dislikes: Cooking

Emerson and Jamie are unlikely friends who connected over getting a very stubborn raspberry pi to emulate snes games. Emerson comes from a powerful family, so there are a lot of expectations and pressure. Because of this, she stays up late to pursue her own passions and hobbies as well as explore the city. She has a well-cultivated sense of style, but for those who know her well, it doesn't seem to suit her very much.

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"Let's live it up, at least for tonight. Isn't that what youth is about anyway?"

Alice Hooks

Birthday: August 24

Height: 5'2" / 157cm

Hobbies: Reading, Ballet

Specialty: Voice Control

Favorite Food: Pickled Vegetables

Least Favorite Food: Pasta

Dislikes: Strangers

Alice started her transition a few years ago; the current school year is right after making it "official" with documentation and things. She's experienced bullying in the past, so she tends to keep a distance from her classmates unless they connect really well on something. Alice and her younger brother have taken music lessons since they were both very little, so her sense of rhythm is unparalleled.

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Unit SEKAI: Circuit-board

Unit virtual singers:

Miku

In Sekai, she's dressed for a night out clubbing! The only thing she loves more than hitting the dance floor is the late-night stop at a cafe or convenience store to refuel and re-hydrate. She has the uncanny ability to know how others are feeling.

Len

Despite is size, he's actually a bouncer, and takes it very seriously. Len wants everyone to have a good time, and has an eye for when things might get out of hand. Miku trusts him to know where the best clubs are, and often gifts him snacks as thanks.

[bam-bi-buck]

911 Lonestar 5x04 SPOILERS

Cassandra is so rude

But to be fair Cassandra has the right to ask about Tommy giving her the crazy shake lol

Oh ew

My mom was like who would want to clean the toilets when Paul was like we’re gonna

Wyatt with the watch “thank you robot” 🤣

The older woman was so funny

But ah the rats

The dance Paul did 🤣🤣🤣

“Thank you lord Jesus”

Oh the cat 🤢

“Just Cassandra”

“Huh”

TK looking at Nancy with that look

Nancy “Sabotage”

They’re siblings you’re honor

Love how much Nancy &

“A wonder kid, why aren’t I surprised?”

But you ain’t got no babies to monitor

My mama “I got an adult to monitor”

“Your cheese slide off a cracker?” is so funny

“Nail a bitch to the wall”? Damn Tommy

PAUL JUST LET HIM HELP YOU

Oh fancy elevator

Birthing plan based off calm and quiet

27 HOURS???

No description of birth in media have ever made me want to do that

Jenna’s voice is really pretty

Opal’s eye twitch

The elevator stopped- nooo

Mama “you in trouble now”

Augue hyping her up 🥺

“He looks just like you”

“Poor guy”

“No that’s a good thing” 🥺🥺🥺

“I love you - I know we’re not supposed to say that anymore but I do” 😭😭😭

The blood starts coming out of her eyes

Me “oh jeez”

My mama “I don’t think that’s a good sign”

Yeah probably not

I don’t know which of our reactions is worse

Also reinforcing that whole I don’t ever wanna do that thing

Love Wyatt figuring things out

TK is so cool

“There’s no doors”

“So we make one”

Paul LET PEIPEL HEKP YOU!!!

I’m sorry Auguie yelling in lower case like dude

Ma “yeah baby do your part”

Paul no

Nancy covering Opal when the walls flying in 🥺

All of them saying come on

“I love you too” !!! 😭😭😭

Them closing in kn Paul’s haunted look

My mom “you gonna learn how to delegate now?!!”

This episode is flying by

First we clean the bus then ourselves

While that makes sense I’d feel so yucky

Love Nancy immediately being like not my girl, she’s innocent - free her about Izzy

Owen you have no right to make judgey faces about Paul having dreams you were the exact same way

Paul 😭

Owen you need to ask before putting your hands on people’s injuries not while

I feel like Cassandra was starting to put the pieces together before Tommy, like she was calling Tommy crazy but she herself was so chill about it, like she knew something wasn’t adding up but probably didn’t want to actually figure it out, ya know?

Melody needs to learn how to chill

Like seriously girl just use your words

Stop acting like a future criminal mastermind

TK & Marjan 🥺

Yes Paul learn to delegate!!

Love Marjan immediately dissuading Paul’s fears

TK’s little “Love you LT” was so cute

But he’s not TK’s LT lol

They’re a different part of the firehouse

Do they have a different chore chart? They must right, so he was just being sweet to be sweet 🥺

I agree with Tommy, based off what we’ve seen Trevor wouldn’t be able to live in a diff state from Melody

And ngl I haven’t really cared about Trevor beyond his relationship to Tommy but their break up made me tear up

“You got me to love again” TOMMY 😭😭😭

I want everything for her

Her calling her mom 😭

For next week! TK & Carlos in therapy! Finally!