#like i am not a content creator or a public figure. this is my personal blog and safe space

[martritzvonmercie]

ok not to be salty over something ultimately insignificant but some of yall need to unlearn the social media etiquette you were taught on twitter and learn to just unfollow or block people if you don't like their fandom posts instead of being rude in their notes

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚒||𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛 - 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

— — —

Ft Todoroki Natsuo, Dabi, & (cheater!)Todoroki Shouto; Ft Stolen|Payback, size kink, daddy kink, creampie(wow, i’m realising that that’s a very common theme here)

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own BNHA or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 5,164(a longer one :D)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Includes references to cheating(by Shouto), daddy kink, age gap, light breeding kink(one line), references to arson and violence, few uses of “Y/n”, 1st Person POV, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔦 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: This is Quirkless!AU, so Dabi’s ‘scars’ are just cool tattoos, maybe a bit of burn scars bc he’s still a pyromaniac lol

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

— — —

‘I hate him! I hate him!! I hate him!!!’ I screamed in my mind as I wiped my tears again, getting out of my car. ‘That fucking bastard!’ I wanted nothing more than to actually scream out what I was feeling but I just wanted to get in, grab my shit, and go. I used the spare key I almost wanted to shove down his throat, to get into his family home. I haphazardly tossed my shoes off and barely slid on the house slippers before I started on my way into the home.

With my tears blurring my vision to next to nothing, my thoughts were going a million miles a minute with the constantly recurring thought of how heavy my finger feels without the ring that bastard had the audacity to promise himself to me with. I didn’t see the hulking figure in front of me, having heard the harsh shutting of the door. I crashed into a solid chest and almost fell had it not been for the Firefighter’s fast reflexes.(Am I funny now??)

“I-I’m so sorry, sir. I-,” I tried and failed to suppress a sob that interrupted my sentence, “I di-didn’t se-ee you..” My body shook with my repressed sobs, though I couldn’t bring myself to care. In my state, I also hadn’t realized that Shouto’s father hadn’t let me go yet, nor had I realized he was shirtless.

“Y/n? What happened?” Enji asked, a hand coming up to cup my face and brush away the tears. I hadn’t even had a moment’s thought of how intimate the action was. I was simply comforted by the, vaguely surprisingly gentle hold.

“I-I don’t.. I don’t wan-want to c-cause anything..” I said through the tears still running down my face. The upside to the tears running meant that they weren’t all in my eyes, so I could actually see to an extent.

“Don’t worry about that, Little Flame, what’s happened?”

“Sh-Shouto…” Even saying his name wrought a strike of pain to my heart. Apparently, I physically cringed at it, making Enji pull me into a warm embrace. Burying my face in his bare chest, I felt content enough to continue, “He-He cheated on me…” I mumbled, just loud enough that he could hear. Suddenly, the hold around me tightened, not in a painful way, no, in a protective way that made me feel safe for reasons I didn’t understand in my emotional state. It almost took my thoughts away from the imaginary weight on my hand even with the lack thereof.

“He what?” Enji all but growled, I could somehow tell, though, that he wasn’t angry with me. I nodded into his form and curled in on myself a bit more.

“W-with Yaomomo..” I shuttered out, seemingly a substitute for the sobs that wracked my body just minutes ago. It seems I was out of tears. I could feel his fists clench before he pulled back, holding me by my shoulders.

“That is unacceptable, Little Flame. I promise he will be dealt with accordingly. In the meantime, is there anything I can do for you?” The large man asked, the look in his eyes seeming like he already had something in mind. The feeling of safety and security he gave me, as well as the powerful look in his eye, I decided in under 5 seconds.

“C-can you hold me..?” I asked weakly, wanting to feel his strong arms around me again.

“Of course, Little Flame, anything for you,” He gave me a smile that sent a shiver down my spine for all the wrong reasons since he’s my, now Ex(whether he knew it or not), fiancé’s father. That thought didn’t stay long as all I wanted to focus on was the comfort he could give me.

He effortlessly lifted me into his arms and moved to the family room and sat down in the large armchair with me now in his lap. He led me to lean into his chest as he caressed my back with both hands. With his entire body naturally dwarfing me, his hands encompassed most of the space, his left hand gently stroking over my lower back while his right stayed between my shoulder blades.

My breathing returned to normal while I inhaled his smoky scent and let myself feel his body against mine, lightly blushing when I finally processed that he had nothing on his very built torso. I moved my head closer to his neck from where it lay on his shoulder, my hands beginning to slide up and down his hard chest slightly, feeling the sparse, coarse chest hair. Slowly, his left hand moved lower and dipped under my sweater top and stroked his fingers lightly on the skin just above my where my leggings ended.

His right hand smoothed down my spine before he planted it heavily on my thigh. He stroked his thumb over the area, so close to my mound, and it made me clench around nothing. He’s my cheating ex’s father, I knew I wasn’t supposed to be doing this, any of this, with him, but he’s just so big and warm and comforting and I’d be a boldfaced liar if I said I’d never thought about it. I’d also be a liar if I said part of me didn’t want to get revenge on Shouto, and you know what they say, ‘If he cheats, fuck his dad,’ no matter if it makes me feel the tiniest bit guilty.

Lifting my head up to look at him I inadvertently arched my back to look into his eyes. My gaze flickered to his lips and I noticed that his did the same to mine. Before I could even think of any reason not to, I leaned forward and captured his lips. He immediately returned the kiss and slid his left hand up my back, under my sweater top, to pull me closer.

“Yo! I’m home!” The front door opened and closed as Natsuo announced his presence. I startled and started to pull back but Enji stopped me.

“Don’t worry, Little Flame. Natsuo! Do you know if Shouto will be home soon?” Enji called down the hall to Genkan.

“Uh, I think so, why?” His voice got closer to the family room and my panic started to steadily grow with each step at the prospect of being found like this. The misunderstanding could be the end of me. As far as I knew only Enji and I knew about the affair, or at least that I knew as Shouto had no idea I had found out. So if my supposed fiancé’s brother found me in their father’s lap, I could only imagine the media storm I would fall prey to.

“Good. So he can see what he lost.” The smirk was evident in his voice and I was ready for the shouts and accusations as Natsu turned the corner.

“Oh, shit. You girls really mean it when you say that if a guy cheats on you, sleep with their dad, huh? Respect. Definitely gonna make sure not to piss off my girlfriend…” The lack of extreme reaction shocked me and I could only gawk at Natsu as he moved to sit down on the couch furthest from us.

“I- w-wait… What..? You know?” I stutter out, still gawking.

“I found out last night. I don’t have your number so I couldn’t tell you so I tried to find you but I had no clue where you were, sorry.” He bowed his head in genuine apology and I felt slightly better knowing that Natsu, even being Shouto’s brother, wanted to tell me of his betrayal.

“Now, Little Flame. Let me make you feel good, and even better when you can show him that you know he fucked up.” Enji’s voice brought me back and, with a newfound enthusiasm, I dove back in and crashed my lips to his, heat blooming in my core at the sound of his deep baritone voice cussing, for me no less. His left hand then moved down to my other thigh where he squeezed the flesh and angled them so his thumbs would both be rubbing at the edges of my cunt. I moaned wantonly into his mouth and rolled my hips to both grind on his bulge and try to get his hands further on my clothed pussy.

“Hey, Natsuo! I’m here! What did you want to talk to me about?” Shouto’s oldest brother, Touya— though he said to call him Dabi— called into the house with the sound of the front door opening and closing again.

“In the living room! I guess it’s more show and tell now, though.”

“Show and tell? What are you, fi- Holy fuck…” Dabi stopped mid-step as he turned the corner and then started to laugh in amazement, “Damn, what the hell did Shouto do?! If you’re fuckin’ the Old Man he must have really fucked up.” He spoke through his laughing fit before he wiped an imaginary tear and smirked in our direction. “But, uh, hey, if you’re lookin’ for revenge on the brat, I’m always free, too, babe.” I rested my head on Enji’s chest sideways to look at the tattooed man and giggled as I never stopped the motion of my hips.

“I’ll keep that in mind next time he cheats.” I said bitterly and got a sick sense of satisfaction when I saw the way Dabi’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.

“Holy shit, forget revenge fucking his dad, I’m gonna help you set the bastard on fire.” I had heard stories of his pyromaniac tendencies but I didn’t think they were real, or at least I thought they were massively exaggerated.

“How about the three of us go afterwards, Touya.” Natsuo’s voice called from the couch and I returned my full attention to Enji when he kissed and nipped at my neck with a possessive growl in my ear.

“Sounds good, Natsu. Now scoot over, ain’t no way I’m missing this shit.” The pleased man trotted over to his brother and sat, watching in both lewd interest and smug satisfaction. Getting impatient, I whined and ground my hips harder against the behemoth of a man.

“Please..” My voice came out high-pitched and needy, “Please, Daddy…” Enji’s breath hitched at the name and I panicked for only a second before another, more possessive growl sounded against my throat, and his hands wrapped tightly around my hips and moved my hips to roughly press into his as he leaned back enough to capture my lips.

“Damn, how am I both not surprised at all and yet entirely unprepared for that?” Dabi muttered to Natsuo who only offered a breathless chuckle in return.

Finally getting impatient, Enji slid his hands up from my waist and took my sweater top with the lift. I sat up to help him shuck it off and teasingly tossed it at Dabi. He whooped and jokingly told Natsuo to hand over his wallet. I rolled my eyes with a smile before my spine stiffened with a shocked gasp and moan when Enji’s thumbs dug into the seam of my leggings, with the rest of his big hands pulling the fabric taut, and tearing into them to expose my soaked panties.

“Holy shit… I mean, I figured it’s been a while since he got laid but, fuck, that was…” Natsuo spoke, both bewildered and kind of amazed at the actions of his father and the strength he exhibited in the moment.

“Desperate? Savage? Insane only the most pent-up kind of horny can make you? Yea.” Dabi cheekily replied, still not taking his eyes off the scene as he leaned toward his brother to mutter his response. Enji kept a hand at the apex of my thighs surrounded by the remains of my pants and used the other to pull me back down for a sweet kiss to my lips, to my cheek, and my jaw.

“I’ll buy you a new pair, Little Flame, I’m sorry,” he apologized, though it only sounded about half genuine in the moment, as he nipped at my lobe. His lips attached to my neck as his hand returned to the shreds of fabric and he maneuvered it enough that he could pull it easily enough down my thighs without disturbing our connection.

“Fuck… Enji, please..” I whined, the throbbing in my core becoming too much. He growled lowly at my voice and nipped at the skin just below my ear and moved his hand back to my soaked-through panties.

“Needy, Little Flame, huh?” He asked teasingly as he slid his thumb over my cunt through my underwear. My grip on his broad shoulders tightened and I let a chalky breath out at the pleasure just a layer closer to my heat. As if he could sense my thoughts, Enji moved his thumb to sneak under the hem of my panties to stroke my pussy directly. The sudden stimulation had me crying out and arching my back, pushing my chest against his.

Enji used his free hand to pop open the clasp on my bra and help me pull it off, leaving my breasts exposed. Dabi whistled and I didn’t have a chance to give a witty response when the hulking man beneath me took one of my nipples between his lips and sucked. I gasped and clenched around nothing which he must have felt. His fingers moved and he pulled the fabric to the side of my pussy and stroked through the labia with his fore and middle fingers before he eased them into my hole. While he sucked on my tit and lightly nipped at the bud, he slowly moved his fingers in and out, in and out, in and out of me. He turned his wrist over to have his closed palm facing upwards and sped up his ministrations.

“So tight, he hasn’t been taking care of you, has he?” Enji popped off of my nipple and spoke.

“T-Too.. busy fucking my best-best friend, I guess…” I breathed and looked down at his face which held a lust-clouded anger, a fire in his eyes as he gazed up at me. My gaze flickered down to where he was finger fucking my cunt and I saw the dark patch on the front of his sweatpants from my dripping arousal.

“Which one is her best friend again?” Dabi murmured to Natsuo, clicking a lighter repeatedly, likely a fidget the Pyromaniac had developed.

“Uh, the one with the giant ponytail and her tits always out.” Natsuo summed her up, making me giggle breathlessly while their father fingered me.

“Oh, yea, that one. Wait- Yaoyorozu? The brat of that one ridiculously rich and snobby family we do business with?”

“That’s the one. Yea, I never liked her, she was somehow a little brat and a stick in the mud at the same time.” My instinctive response was to defend her, say she was different if she was comfortable around you, but I stopped myself, quickly remembering just what kind of person she really is if she would betray me like this, to fuck my fiancé behind my back and have the audacity to lie to my face and still smile at me as if she wasn’t a homewrecking whore.

“Oh, fuck. Y’know I always did was want to watch them crash and burn.” I smiled and shivered at Dabi’s sentiment and moaned loudly when Enji’s thick fingers brushed against the spongy spot inside me. He smirked and brought his hand back up to hold the back of my neck to pull me into another kiss.

Even with his fingers plunging into my heat again and again, I felt far too empty so I lightly scraped my nails down his chest to the waistband of his sweatpants. He groaned into my mouth and his grip tightened on my nape and his fingers in my pussy plunged faster and harder. I moaned— a whiny, high-pitched noise— against his lips and rushed to yank his pants down below his solid cock.

Finally getting it free, I wrapped my hand around his dick and began to stroke. I gathered my own arousal on my fingers and smeared it over his tip to mix it with his pre-cum and used the mixture to lube my strokes. With each stroke, his kiss became more hungry and he moved his fingers faster and more deliberately, until finally, he decided enough was enough and pulled away from my lips.

“Oh my God, is it finally happening?” Dabi asked no one, a teasing lilt to his voice, though it had an underlying excitement.

“I think so, dude.” Natsuo responded, sounding almost exasperated but had poorly concealed excitement lacing his words. Enji pulled my hand away from his length and moved to try and position my heat over him to sink me down. Try being the operative word. We had managed to position me to hover over his cock but in the position we were in, I couldn’t properly sink down or even get him to enter me. I whined in frustration and looked at him desperate and needy to be filled.

“Don’t worry, Little Flame, I’ll take care of you.” The behemoth of a man promised me and sealed it with a kiss before he grabbed my hips firmly and lifted me up as he stood. I squealed in surprise and gripped his shoulders for balance before he set me down.

“Enji..?” I asked, wondering what he wanted me to do next. He smirked at how I looked to him for instruction, likely the action had pleased his dominance.

“Good girl, looking to Daddy for instruction. Bend over, against the chair.” He said, the smirk still present on his red and swollen lips. Dabi and Natsuo both snickered at their father but I hardly paid mind to it in my desperation to be filled by Enji’s fat cock. I quickly complied and bend myself over the arm of the chair, facing the brothers who had their gaze locked on the scene before them. Quickly after I got into the proper position, Enji got behind me and grabbed my hip with one hand and used the other to press his tip to my sopping hole.

He grabbed my other hip and pushed in and bottomed out with one hard thrust, pulling back on my hips to bring my hips flush with his. I moaned loudly when his cock buried so deep inside me and filled me better and more than Shouto ever had. His lean muscle had nothing on his father’s hulking form that encompassed me so wholly.

“F-fuck-! So.. So fucking big…” I whimpered out, the burn of the stretch was just this side of painful. I felt more than heard Enji’s low chuckle vibrating through my body, starting from my cunt, where we were connected.

“I’ll bet he never filled you up like this, huh? Certainly not recently. He truly is incompetent for throwing away such a perfect good girl.” He growled out, grinding his hips against mine to accentuate his point.

“No-! Kami no, he could never fill me up like this!” I cried out when he pulled back only a bit to roughly rut his hips against my ass, his balls slapping against my clit. I moaned loudly when he started moving, pulling back and thrusting back in. His cock dragged along my twitching walls and it felt like heaven. He sped up his thrusts and began pounding into me, jolting me forward and making my ass ripple against his forceful hips and my tits jiggle.

“Fuck-! Daddy! Feels- Feels so good~!” I moaned lewdly and felt his rhythm falter when the sound of the door cut through the living room and I stiffened up at the knowledge that my cheating Ex-Fiancé was here. In the house that his father was currently fucking me in.

“I’m home!” Shouto announced his arrival and I could hear the shuffling of him taking his shoes off and transferring to house slippers before he would start heading down the entry hall. Enji manhandled me easily to lift me to my knees on the armchair for just a moment before gripping the backs of my thighs to pick me up. My back was pressed to his chest and he continued his thrusts with a new vigor.

“You ready to show him what he’s missing, Little Flame? How much he fucked up?” The man at my back growled into my ear, kissing just below my lobe and biting the juncture of my neck and shoulder. He never stopped his thrusts, fucking up into me. I nodded hurriedly, suppressing a whine as I clenched around him and shot my grip to his forearms and dug my nails in.

“Yo, Shouto! We’re in the living room!” Dabi called smugly to his youngest brother, shooting me a smirk and a wink. ‘You can do this, princess.’ He mouthed to me with a nod. Even with Enji giving me mind-numbing pleasure, I managed to nod back.

I heard the shuffle of Shouto coming down the hallway and tried to prepare myself. I let myself focus on the drag of Enji’s cock on my walls to relax my stiff body before I let myself moan out just as Shouto was turning the corner. At the noise, his eyes widened and shot to me. To me in his father’s grasp, his cock pumping in and out of me.

“What the fuck..?!” He gasped. At first, I had been anxious, a twisting in my gut at the situation, at what would happen, but that melted away when anger replaced it. Burning rage twisted in my chest when I saw that he had the gall to look upset, to look hurt.

“Sh- aah- Shouto.. Hey.” I greeted as casually as I could with a cock slamming into me, reaching my cervix and even feeling like it would almost bust through it.

“What… What the hell are you doing?!” Shouto asked, looking bewildered.

“Haahh..! Welcome home~!” I called out in a whiny voice, preparing myself to reveal that I know he’s a lying, cheating bastard, “How’s Momo?” I asked cheekily.

“Wha.. Momo..?” The bastard tried to mask panic for confusion which only fueled the fire of my anger.

“Yea, did she- Oh fuck!- Did she feel good? Does she feel better than me? I guess she does if- if you’ve been fucking her rather than your own fiancé.” I stated through moans and my voice shaking from Enji bouncing me eagerly on his dick.

“Wh-what..? I- Fuck. Y/n I can explain. Please just- I’m sorry! It wasn’t supposed to-” He began to plead, a desperate look on his face that both made me even more pissed yet also like I wanted to hear him out, like maybe that meant he didn’t mean it and that he would come back. Enji must have seen, or sensed, or something, that I was feeling so as he nipped at the shell of my ear.

“Don’t do that, Little Flame. Don’t let yourself fall. Remember what he did, why you’re here,” he muttered into my ear and kissed my jaw softly as he slowed his thrusts to deliberately drag his cock against my sweet spot. Quickly, I remembered exactly that and steeled myself once more.

“Explain what? That you were fucking my best friend? That you fucking cheated on me? Were you fucking her the whole time? Before you fucking proposed to me? Before you promised yourself to me? Promised to love me for the rest of our lives?” I asked angrily, my fingernails digging into his father’s arms harder.

“I- Baby, please. Just come here and talk to me. Please just- just stop.” He begged, pointedly not answering, giving me my answer.

“Fuck. You.” I panted, feeling my climax building with each time Enji rammed into my g-spot. “You don’t get to act all hurt. You broke my fucking heart, you bastard. You fucking cheated on me and then had the fucking audacity to propose to me and act like you loved me. Did you ever fucking love me? Or were you using me?” I demanded, tears pricking my eyes. I chose to believe that they were from Enji fucking me so fucking good rather than letting myself know that they were from the pain I was experiencing all over again from the man in front of me.

“Of course I did! Please, Y/n, baby, I do love you. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry…” The bi-coloured man continued to beg with me.

“I don’t- oh Kami- I don’t fucking believe you. You piece of- Oh fuck!- You piece of shit!” I yelled at him.

“That’s right, Little Flame. I’ve got you. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Daddy’s got you,” Enji purred, purposely loud enough for Shouto to hear. Shouto tried to glare at his father but it was more defeated than truly pissed and spiteful.

“Ah-! Yes-! Yes, Daddy! I know.. I know you’ve got me… Oh Kami you feel so fucking good… So full. So fucking big…” I rambled on, shifting from taunting Shouto to losing myself to the pleasure of Enji pounding into me.

Shouto stood at the mouth of the hallway and looked torn between staying and watching, maybe even continuing to plead his case, and leaving. The turmoil filled me with a sense of satisfaction. He was fighting a war in his head and it pleased me to no end. Now he knew even a sliver of what I felt when I found out he’d been fucking my best friend— Ex best friend. I would have made more taunting remarks at him had I not been nearly overwhelmed by my approaching orgasm and Enji fucking me dumb.

“Fuck! Enji- Daddy! I’m close... I’m so.. so fucking close-!” I cried out, my hips bucking against him. He released a pleased growl next to my ear and bit and sucked on my neck possessively.

“Go ahead, Little Flame, cum on my cock. Cum on my cock and I’ll fill you up. I’ll breed you so full, fuller than you’ve ever been.” He hummed to me and taunted Shouto further.

I let myself forget about the fucker in front of me and only focus on the pleasure coursing through me and the tightening knot in my belly. The knot pulled tighter and tighter and tighter until it finally snapped and I came— hard. Harder than I have in years. Harder than I have since before I started dating Shouto.

My orgasm gushed around him and he roared a moan at the tightness of my cunt constricting so hard around him. Around his fat cock. As his hips came up to slam hard into me, he used gravity and his grip on my thighs to bring me down even harder as he came. His tip slammed so hard into my cervix I was certain he truly had busted through. Ropes and ropes of white hot cum gushed into me, almost like lava in my lower belly with how hot his cum was. I cried out in a whorish moan at the feeling of him pumping me so full of his cum. His cum filled my walls and my womb yet it was still too much. His jizz proceeded to leak out of me, squeezing between the taut stretch of my pussy and his thick cock to drip down his balls.

“Fuck… That was hot and rewarding.” Dabi smirked, fisting his spent dick. I didn’t know when he had pulled it out or even when he started jacking off but the sight was fucking hot. His chest heaving and cum splattered over his fist and his toned belly. When he had taken off his shirt I wasn’t sure but I was silently appreciative. His intricate tattoos spread down further than his shirt had allowed me to see and they were even in other places, including leading below the waistband of his pants. His bare chest exposed his nipple piercings I had heard about and it filled me with an exhausted excitement.

“Very.” I breathed, smirking at him as I laid limply against Enji’s chest, “Though I might take you up on your offer later, too.” I teased, though it held actual consideration.

“Oh, believe me, princess, if you do, you will not regret it.” He smirked wolfishly back at me with a wink that would have made heat bloom in my cheeks had they not already been flushed from the situation and Enji’s rough fucking. Shouto stood for another moment, looking defeated and hurt before he turned and marched down the hall back to the Genkan.

“Wait-!” Natsuo started but was cut off by Dabi putting a hand up, “What..?”

“Let him go running back to his whore. That way, Y/n will have time to recover before we go.” Dabi explained, glaring at the spot his brother had been.

“Go..? Go where?” Natsuo asked, lost.

“Go after him, duh. Don’t you remember the plan? We’re gonna set him and his slut on fire.” The raven-haired man smirked evilly. It made me happy that he was so serious about that but it also filled me with concern that he was so serious about it.

“Okay, no. We are not setting anyone on fire. You can get revenge some other way, just without the pyromania.” Enji instructed as he sat back down in the armchair and let my legs rest more comfortably. He wrapped his arms around me loosely and pressed soft kisses to my shoulder and neck, leading up to my jaw before lifting a hand to turn my head for a sweet kiss to my lips. I giggled against his lips and happily relaxed into him as I indulged in the kiss.

“Ugh, fine, Old Man… Killjoy,” Dabi said, practically pouting. “We’ll just have to ruin him or something. Get the evidence out and let him be his own downfall.” He shrugged halfheartedly, clearly not pleased by the relatively docile plan.

“Maybe we can fuck up his car, too. Go full Carrie Underwood on him.” I suggested and that got his attention, his expression lighting up, making me laugh.

“Perfect. First, though, we gotta get you off the Old Man’s dick and cleaned up.” He smirked and raised a brow at my blushing face. Wordlessly, Natsuo handed his brother a box of tissues as he pulled out his phone to pull up the evidence he had found that he had wanted to tell me about the night before.

“I got enough here to send to the media, but if you really want to make it stick for a while, you might want to get some more.” He stated casually, happy to help me get revenge on his younger brother. I smiled at the family all helping me and already started planning ways to thank them.

Home-cooked meals seemed like a good start.

— — —

𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

Crossed out if I can’t tag you for some reason!

@frosch-thefrog @hellsingalucard18

[luxysims]

hi, please take your downloads off of curseforge, a company who has funded the IDF in support of the war on Palestinians. you can use alternatives like dropbox or simfileshare.

Hi! I follow EA's policies and recommendations regarding the creation and distribution of custom content like many other creators 😥

Unfortunately, curseforge is the only EA affiliated website where we can upload/download cc in a safe way. I hope that in the future, thanks to user complaints, we can have other alternatives 🙏

I don't want to support any type of violence either, but the only way to do that effectively would be to stop playing/buying the sims while they are affiliated with companies that allegedly finance the war.

In our daily lives all of us inevitably use services from other corporations that may be connected to the conflict (food, electronics, transport...). It is very difficult to separate ourselves from everything... but I believe that everyone is doing the best they can to help in their own ways, like you spreading awareness 😇

Maybe this is not the answer you were looking for and it may disappoint you, but I hope you can respect me as much as I respect you 🤍

I am very sorry that I cannot meet your expectations, but my way of helping others is by getting directly involved in social causes close to my location (teaching children, going to demonstrations, collaborating with associations...), not only stopping of using a website. I hope you can understand me 😔

PS: Please, don't send me again controversial messages because this is a social network that I use only for fun, not to give my personal opinion about sensitive topics. I am not a public figure, I am an anonymous creator who just wants to enjoy her hobby 💔

[nekropsii]

Hello, pardon and I don’t want to be a bother but I would like to ask for your take on something. And if you’re not down to answer this question, that’s completely fine, you seem to make large opinion posts on a noteworthy basis so I understand if you don’t have the energy or motivation to give an opinion right now.

But I wanted to ask for your take on the ethics of enjoying Homestuck in the modern day. Many people such as myself and seemingly you as well enjoy Homestuck but are painfully aware of all the gross stuff in it. And as I see the comic pop up in more and more dni lists, with people claiming that enjoyers of Homestuck are supporting these things inherently, no matter the fact that most of us stand against Hussie and attempt to reclaim Homestuck as something to express joy and our identities in, it makes me wonder more and more the ethics of enjoying Homestuck. Since you seem to have thoughts on the matter, I was wondering if you’d like to share your take.

I once again want to stress though, absolutely no pressure to answer. I am not entitled to your time or hearing your opinion. You don’t know me, I don’t know you. I was just asking in case you wanted to speak about it.

Hi, Anon! This is a very interesting question, and you were right to assume I have thoughts on it. They might not be as long and complicated as some of my other essays, but they still exist, and I would quite like to share them. Thank you for the opportunity.

My opinion on The Ethics of Enjoying Homestuck is that I believe it's perfectly fine to do so. I also think it's perfectly fine to dislike, or hate, or not want to associate with it or any fans of it. This is a personal boundary set by and for the individual, and it's not my business to question, nor my place to cross it. However, I don't really agree with the way some people go about communicating or enforcing this boundary. I've seen some people put Homestuck and Harry Potter on the same level before. I've seen some say that enjoyment of either piece of fiction is, at least in part, comparable. I heavily disagree with this- and the fact that this is a point that comes up shows to me that there's quite a few people who don't actually fully understand why so many people are saying to stop supporting Harry Potter.

The conflation of the two things reads to me as if some believe that Harry Potter has been "cancelled for having a problematic creator"- and that's not wholly true. Yes, J.K. Rowling is, by definition, problematic, and she is the creator of the Harry Potter franchise, but people have drawn such a hard line against supporting the series not just because J.K. Rowling is Transphobic, but because she has honest to god legislative power. She is, as it stands, currently the backbone of the TERF movement, and is spending a lot of time and money to ensure that Transphobes dominate the government. Monetary support of Harry Potter pools into her funds, which adds to her ability to further Trans Genocide. Communal/Fandom support of Harry Potter increases her visibility as a public figure, which adds to her ability to further Trans Genocide. J.K. Rowling has made very clear statements saying that she takes any support of the Harry Potter franchise- any at all, including Queer/LGBT+ Friendly fan content- as support of her beliefs. Support of Harry Potter is a method of legitimizing and validating Transphobia, and is being used as a way to further Trans Genocide.

If J.K. Rowling was just an average Transphobe, the outcry would not be nearly as severe, and the line wouldn't be nearly as clear cut. It would just be disappointing, bring to mind the phrase "same shit as always", and many would make the personal choice to distance themselves from it. But that's not the reality we live in. We live in the reality where J.K. Rowling has sway on the government, and is getting real people hurt and killed.

Andrew Hussie, creator of Homestuck, however, is just some random asshole with no political power outside of his own vote. Yes, Homestuck is filled with plenty of unsavory elements- random out-of-place interjections of Hussie's own past bigotry included- but at the end of the day, Homestuck has no influence over government action. Hussie has no tangible political influence, and does not want to have tangible political influence. We don't even have evidence that Hussie still holds the same beliefs as he did during and prior to the creation of Homestuck. This is just some random indie comic, made by some random guy in 2009. J.K. Rowling is dangerously close to billionaire status, and using that power for evil.

It's fine to like something that's not very morally clean- or something made by a not very morally clean artist, during a not very morally clean point in time in a not very morally clean place in this world. It's okay. The fixation some have on this is OCD-inducing. The best that can be asked is that one recognizes the bigotry, and doesn't perpetuate them. That's all. You can read, watch, play, and enjoy just about anything, as long as you don't make the more unsavory elements out to be a good thing. Don't start acting like Racism is awesome, or Antisemitism is cool, or Transphobia is based, et cetera, and you'll be totally fine.

The ability to find value in something impure or unsavory is a valuable one. Some may not want to associate with that, or find the particular flaw in the work in question to be too uncomfortable to stomach, and that's fine, too. Not everyone can just sit through Era-Appropriate Casual Homophobia or Racism and come out feeling fine enough to keep going. I'd argue- hope, even- that most feel at least a bit bothered by such things. It's all about personal tolerance levels. No one's committing a moral crime by either enjoying it or not wanting to even look at it.

[420technoblazeit]

although i dont believe that there werent also some transandrophobics under the outcry against finnster, there was good reasons why he was being critizised. have you seen all the times he used the t slur? he used to be pro trump if im not wrong. also his "efforts" are only attempts of burying his past and he doesnt really deserve a redemption arc since he still plays with that sissyfication kink thing, which simply fetishizes trans women. finnster has been outwardly hateful towards a group and then profits off of it. no im sorry he gotta go! im not even a trans woman but i would be pissed off too if someone bullied me and then started copying the things i get bullied for

ok well i AM trans and genderfluid and you dont fucking speak for me. we gotta get rid of this idea that just because someone was bigoted in the past they can't change as a person and move away from those beliefs because otherwise nobody's gonna actually want to change. this is such a pessimistic way to view people and call me naive but i want to believe that people can change and not be stuck in their ways

i know i sure as hell said some shit when i was first figuring out my identity because i was in a heavily transphobic environment. that kind of stuff happens, not everyone grows up in a place that's super supportive and a lot of the time you internalize it or end up parroting nasty shit. the difference is i wasn't going through that kind of thing as a highly public streamer where people could record and repost every single thing i said and spread it around for years

also i want you to ask yourself if this sissyfication kink thing is actually problematic or if he's just comfortable with his sexuality and posting thirst traps like a whole bunch of other content creators do. would this actually be a problem if he wasn't trans. be honest

[snapscube]

Remember when people were calling you the "long lost McElroy sister"? Do you see the similarity at all, or do you think it's just because you share a similar creative niche (gaming/streaming/comedy) with the McElroy brothers?

Lol, "when" people were doing it.

I still get it to this day, friend, despite my constant protests.

I used to understand, and it was even expected initially if not personally encouraged! There was definitely a period of time where they were my biggest comedic/creative inspirations, and the truth of the matter is that I am a mannerisms sponge. I mimic people around me, and people that inspire me, and whether or not it's more than the average person I have no clue, but I will go through seasons of daily watching a particular personality or creator I'm fond of and/or inspired by and usually come out the other end having picked up certain tendencies VERY quickly, a large portion of those being speech patterns.

There's definitely a segment of my content around 2017/2018 or so where, yeah, you can very much tell I adopted a McElroy-esque speaking pattern directly (like what felt like 70% of other Tumblr users also did lol) and it was both because of how much of their content I was into at the time AND also because at the time I found their output inspiring as someone who was used to more... Loud Gamer forms of comedy, to put it bluntly. So at first I took the comparisons in stride and saw it as a signal of my own growth as an entertainer, and my ability to be funny in a way that wasn't just Loud = Funny.

But the thing you have to know about me, and my time as even a minor public figure, is that this comparison was not the first of its that was constantly levied at me, and it unfortunately was not the last one in the slightest. Some will remember the days in which I was a reasonably renowned "Bill Cipher" impersonator in the Gravity Falls fandom, and the pattern was very similar at the time. I dealt with people CONSTANTLY telling me that, despite all of my attempts to separate myself from the voice work I did as the character, I always sounded Just Like Bill even when I was just using my casual speaking voice. If this sounds familiar to those of you who have only been around since the dubs popped off, it's likely because I also go through the same thing ever since I became known for Sonic impressions.

And then outside of voice work I've had my style of content continue to be compared to the McElroy's body of work and even beyond to the likes of Jerma and other big-name-of-the-era content creators. And I have to once again stress: I am completely self-aware that it is not entirely unfounded. I mean, the most recent one I got was just the other day when on stream someone told me I had a speech pattern similar to Northernlion. And like, I even admitted right then and there.... yeah! That makes sense! I've had NL compilations going into my ears and brain for hours upon hours on end lately. So I don't mean to only complain and say "this makes no sense" with delusions that it's completely baseless. BUT, I guess if I do have to circle around to a point, it would be that, though I can occasionally understand comparisons, I would hope y'all in turn can understand why it might not be an easy thing for someone like me to hear, especially in the way it never really seems to go away? Even if one like Bill Cipher fades out, the whole "SnapCube is just a female version of [insert larger male peer in the content space]" thing is something that cycles along regardless. And I get it, it's human nature to compare and contrast. I do it too! But as someone who is always trying to stand out in what I do and make my own value as an individual known above the cacophony of content saturation, I do implore people to think twice about the language they use when making otherwise favorable comparisons. Recommending my content by saying something like "if you like Jerma/McElroys/NL/etc., then SnapCube gives off similar vibes" makes of a WORLD of a difference compared to "This stream is just something Jerma would do" or "Penny is just a female Griffin McElroy" (both things I have heard almost verbatim, constantly). They approach the same ideas, but one gives me so much more of a chance to like... start off a first impression as My Own Person and not just a derivative Girl Alternative, if that makes sense.

Whoops I talked about this way too much :) Can you tell I think about this a lot LMAO

Anyway here's the obligatory joke response that's been spread before

[duplicitywrites]

Hi Duplicity! I’m asking you this with no intention to cause offence, and because you’re a creator in this fandom I like a lot, but how do you balance your content with JKR Rowling’s views ? I keep seeing people say that we should all stop consuming and producing Harry Potter content, because despite the intention, or Hc-ing it to suit our views, any engagement with the source material is bringing it to attention, and thus bring her and her hateful views against Trans people to attention, furthering her platform by ensuring her works remain in the collective mind of many people instead of letting it die out and somehow contributing to her legacy. I know you’re very very supportive of LGBTQ+ folks and seem like a very kind person, and I’m not insinuating at all you support JKR herself, but how do you deal with that implication and the unintentional effects your fanfics may have ? Just because it is somewhat true that fandom fuels popularity that fuels profit and yada yada. Please don’t take this the wrong way! Thank you and bless you for your writing ❤️

no offense taken! i hope you'll take my response the same way 💗

to be blunt, i think people who say that we should cease any engagement with the source material are wrong. the equation of content consumption with someone's personal morals is reductive and ultimately harmful.

this (often literal) armchair activism disrespects and disregards the very real efforts people make on a day to day basis -- whether that be through volunteer work, charitable donations, or simply serving as support to friends/family who are a part of those very minority groups that those naysayers claim to advocate for.

jkr is extremely vocal about her garbage opinions -- why are people not directing their ire at her instead of the random strangers they encounter on the internet? well, strangers on the internet are easier targets. it's easier to get a response. it's easier to ostracize and bully someone who doesn't have the security and following that a public figure like jkr has.

it's concerning to me how the concept of "doing the right thing" has shifted more and more towards "attacking the 'wrong' people". who is the target in these situations? is it actually a transphobic person who is being criticized, or is it someone who just likes harry potter? because in most situations i've seen, it's the latter. moral policing in fandom spaces has only gotten worse as the internet slowly morphs into one homogeneous corporate blob, and this is just another example of it taken too far.

harassing someone for liking harry potter doesn't miraculously make them a good person -- it doesn't make them morally superior. it just makes them someone who likes to attack others to feel better about themselves, someone who often looks for 'acceptable' excuses to do so. i'm secure enough in myself that i don't let this bother me, and i certainly don't accept anyone who thinks this way as a 'better' person than me.

i know i am not responsible for the opinions and actions of my readers. it is insanity to claim my writing harry potter fanfiction is making transphobes be transphobic, just as it is equally ridiculous to claim that writing about murder will turn people into murderers.

personally, i believe the best step is to not financially support harry potter as a franchise. this means not paying for official merch/content. but that's my own business -- i won't judge, insult, or attack the people who do, and that's because it would be hypocritical to hold anyone to this standard.

what about disney? what about walmart, or amazon, or any other company that profits off of the misery of minorities and the disadvantaged? people will say there is no ethical consumption under capitalism, but that is just another black-and-white approach to an incredibly nuanced topic.

the world we live in is flawed, with "problematic" humans involved at every level of society. there is no clear answer for every situation, so at the end of the day, i can't and won't tell you what to do or what to think, other than encourage you to make these decisions for yourself.

as individuals, the best thing we can do is take responsibility for ourselves. think critically about the actions we take and the impact these actions have on others. live the best life we can under the circumstances we've been given.

(much better than dunking on someone for putting their hogwarts house in their social media bio.)

[lav-endermoon]

i think i speak for all of us when i say that i am mentally and emotionally exhausted. aside from many reblogs, i've held off on posting about the wilbur situation for the sole reason that it is difficult for me to cope with. to be clear, i will no longer be posting in support of cc!wilbur or lovejoy, nor will i be interacting with those who continue to. time will tell if i continue posting about his characters - i've been drifting away from dsmp for a while now, and at the moment i feel very uncomfortable associating with anything related to wilbur.

i'm going to take some time off tumblr to process all of this (seriously, if you see me on here, please yell at me), but before i go i want to say that we should thank shelby for exposing the truth, being vulnerable, and opening up conversations that needed to be had. deplatforming wilbur and spreading the word of his actions is important, but our energy also needs to be directed to supporting her.

i hope that after a long series of mcyt scandals (<- for lack of a better word - feels a bit reductive), this is a wakeup call for people to stop putting their emotional stability in the hands of public figures and realize that anything they show us not only could be, but most likely is, a facade. i say "public figures" because this is not an mcyt problem - it's a problem within content creator circles in general. recent situations have displayed what happens when parasociality/idolization becomes dangerous. the amount of people in these communities who resort to downplaying and dismissing victims or blatantly upholding abusers, all in the name of keeping their fave on a pedestal, is disturbing. this is a conversation that needs to continue, for the sake of victims and those who fall into unhealthy patterns of idolization. we need to change the way our communities treat victims, and we need to think critically when engaging with CCs who we will never know personally.

none of this is to say that anyone's feelings of grief are invalid. this is a hard thing to come to terms with. it's hitting me that i was deceived by the person who influenced me to become a songwriter, whose music found me at the most relevant time, who wrote a character who i could connect with during a time where i felt deeply alone, who wrote a story that brought me so much joy and comfort at my darkest hour and inspired so many creative projects. i feel hurt and betrayed. even though all the time and love i devoted to his content was voluntary, i still feel like something has been taken from me. like i've been taken advantage of - not just by him, but by the entire industry that he is a part of. i feel manipulated, threatened, and unsafe, and those feelings have been an undercurrent throughout my time in this fandom.

your attention is quite literally currency, and you should assume that creators will try to exploit it. our brains are hardwired to trust others, not to tell the difference between real human connection and a streamer broadcasting their personal life + showing affection to their audience. don't blame yourself for the effects of an inherently parasocial type of content. don't blame yourself for having an emotional attachment to someone or something that once brought you comfort. be gentle with yourself right now, and going forward, examine how the content you consume makes you feel. how does it make you act? how does it change your thoughts? what biases do you have? these forms of content can be deeply manipulative and putting up a mental boundary is important - and, like shelby said, listen to your gut. we need to remember that they are profiting off of us and learn how to keep ourselves safe psychologically. this is another conversation that needs to continue.

take care of yourselves.

[ursifors]

the cheesy situation

context: cheesy's ex partner posted some alarming accusations against him of various kinds of abuse, cheesy responded of course to say no that did not happen or no this is how it really went, his ex has posted another response in reaction to HIS response doubling down on their accusations.

anyway. i'm not seeing anyone talk about it which is probably good tbh but after everything with ryan and what happened with trevor i figured i'd make a post about it as i am fond of cheesy.

my trust is in cheesy, currently, just based on the fact that his response had screenshots and breakdowns of conversations between him and his ex as well as conversations with their mutual friends, and pictures ect. and his partner's account is just kind of like "i'm right and he's wrong, source: just trust me bro" but i think bottom line i'm going to just see what happens within pr1.

i don't know cheesy personally but his friends do and i trust in his friends to not put up with the kind of behavior he's being accused of so if cheesy stops streaming with the people he normally streams with i will consider that a statement about his behavior in itself. hopefully that does not happen because i do not think i will cope well finding out another content creator man i like is a bastard but i will be keeping an eye on it for sure.

also, i hope cheesy and zoe both move on with their lives because this public back and forth is horrible.

[subism]

Tumblr, AI, and The Impossible Year

I'm very disappointed by the news that Tumblr's content is going to be used to train AI. with a default Opt-In and questionable means of opting out. As an artist, this is something I cannot abide. From January 1, 2012 to January 1, 2014 I shot and posted a Polaroid photograph a day to this site, and when the pandemic hit in 2020 I resumed in April of that year and carried through (although less strictly) until May of 2021.

This was all posted to theimpossibleyear.tumblr.com / theimpossibleyear.com. It was a personal blog, and a deeply personal project. I showed what I was doing every day for multiple years.

There are literally hundreds of people featured throughout this project. Friends, family, colleagues, some of whom I had fallings out with, and some whom have since passed away.

These folks did not consent to have their likenesses used to train facial recognition algorithms or AI image generators. According to US copyright law, I am the owner to the photographs, and I can sublicense them however I want. I'm not keen on Tumblr doing the same. And while social media sites like Tumblr always had the rights to do things like this in their privacy policies, tools like Dall-E and Midjourney didn't exist at the time, and I never conceived of such a thing. My personal views on AI aside, I don't think allowing the likenesses of these folks to be bought and sold in such a way without their consent is ethical. Hypothetically I could reach out to every single one of them (or at least those still living) and ask for their consent, but aside from the tedium and awkwardness of having to repeatedly have that conversation, including with some folks I no longer associate with, I simply don't want to.

Additionally, I don't believe most folks really understand machine learning algorithms, large language models, and AI image generators, and I think honestly, it would be extremely hard to get informed consent for such a matter, and I sincerely believe most people would say 'No' if they understood it.

I believe artists should be compensated for their work, and I believe when that work is used for profit that the subjects of such work either need to have consented to that first. And, through that lens, the entitled beliefs of the people behind corporations like Open-AI and Midjourney, that they should be able to train off this work for free absolutely disgusts me. And I am disheartened to see Tumblr go the same route.

I do believe there are positive sides to AI, I do believe it is somewhat inevitable, but I do not believe the ends justify these means.

While I believe strongly in the public domain and creative commons, and I think US copyright law is deeply broken, I also know how hard it is to make a living as an artist. I will not I cannot sit by and just allow my own work, my own memories, my friends, family, and loved ones to be used as a tool to enrich billionaires at the expense of small creators.

I used to think that when I died I wanted all of my creative works to be willed into the public domain for the good of everyone. Now I'm not so sure. As such, I will be removing my content from Tumblr in the coming weeks. As I write this I'm importing the content of theimpossibleyear.tumblr.com to a self hosted server and theimpossibleyear.com is redirecting there. Once I am sure it's been successfully migrated I'll remove all of the content from Tumblr for good.

I know relocated content can still be scraped by AI bots against my will. But I'm considering ways of disabling crawlers, making it password protected and/or parsing all of the images through Nightshade or some other tool. At the very least I’ll have made my terms clear. I'm still figuring out what to do with this blog. It will eventually go away, but I have yet to decide what will happen with the content. Either way, this sucks. I am so tired.

[teenwolf-theoriginals]

over the past week, i've gotten some lovely messages asking if i'm okay, where i was, basically kind anons sending love. and then there were a few anons who asked about my peaky fics. this is kind long, so i'll put it under the "keep reading" line.

firstly, thank you to those who checked in. am i okay? not really, that's why i took time away. lately, it has been a real struggle with writing. i know it seems like i'm singing the same old tune. but this time around it felt different. i needed to step away, take time out for me and try to figure out why mentally i wasn't connecting with writing. i haven't completely figured it out, i'm still slowly working through falling back in love with my writing. it's been small steps this past week. i have written a little more for the shelby chaos family, organizing the stories has helped me break them down, it's just a matter of committing to writing them and hopefully not hating what i write. on top of me disconnecting with my writing, i felt really deflated with life in general. short version, i'm just feeling so sick and tired of feeling like nothing is working out for me. it's little things that had piled up, getting my hopes up with personal things, and dealing with up and down emotions.

secondly, the reason why my peaky fics aren't visible is because i have made them private. a large reason why i was starting to disconnect from writing was because every time i looked through my notifications, 99% of them were people mass liking. it made me question what the point was in me stressing over these fics, trying to perfect them if that's how they were going to be treated (if so many think writers should write for themselves, then why not just keep them to myself, which made me feel really sad that i was having that kind of thought). that then led me to self-doubt and i didn't want that to spiral further and end up hating my writing to the point where i stopped writing altogether. so, i made the decision to cut out seeing those mass likes for the sake of my sanity and love for writing (a.k.a overthinking brain making issues more intense and stressful than they need to be). if i wasn't constantly seeing like after like after like after like, i could focus solely on finding that spark again for writing. i know it might seem like a drastic or silly thing to do. i know most won't understand unless you have gone through that as a writer or content creator. it's very difficult to communicate just how mass liking can affect a content creator if you aren't one. it's a struggle writers go through constantly and it sucks. so many writers have shared how powerful feedback, interest, and excitement can be and it feels pointless because it ends up being the same tiresome cycle. there is only so much excitement a writer can harass for their own fics before they need others to do the same. this quote by ernest hemmingway describes it perfectly: "writing, at its best, is a lonely life". writers spend so much time alone with their fics, that sharing them makes us not feel so alone. and i don't think asking for a better balance between likes/reblogs/comments is an unreasonable request (also, i understand tumblr's algorithm sucks and it's hard to get most content to a wider audience. especially if so many are posting and only the popular ones end up on top of the tags. that is why reblogging is so important).

i don't know when i'm going to make the peaky fics public again. i don't think right now i'm 100% in a place where i can do that and not go back into that rabbit hole of self-doubt, frustration, over-thinking, etc. i might do so once i have finished a fic. i might even post later more about the shelby family chaos series, share a little bit of the upcoming fics. i hope nobody is too angry at me for privatising the fics. you will be able to read them again, just please be patient with me. especially since there are a handful of fics that you guys will be getting, so i hope that sorta makes up for not being able to read my older peaky fics right now...

also, in regard to my tommy "sweetheart" series. i made the decision after reading through it to delete all chapters but the first one. i know that may disappoint some people, but i have tried to find something that i like within it and i just haven't been able to. i really love the first part, but the rest i hated. and i know some may think that's unfair, especially if other people did love it, but i wasn't happy with it and i don't think the quality of the other parts matched the quality of the first part. maybe, way way down the road, i will write something new for it. but for now, it's going to stay a one-shot like it originally was meant to be.

i'm sending lots of love to anybody who may be struggling right now, or may not feel good enough either when it comes to writing, personal issues, etc. you are good enough! please, take care of yourself, it is not selfish to do so. life is heavy at times, find some joy and hold on to it. breathe and take it one day at a time. if you ever feel overwhelmed, talk to someone, blast your favourite tunes, go outside, binge-watch your favourite show. just do things that make you feel happy and peaceful. ♡

[fujimiiiya]

I know i prob have more sukuita followers than choita here, but I just wanna warn my choita mutuals and followers about this X account and blogger. At first I hid the account's name but after finding out that this person is mutuals w/ many choita antis that tried to mass report choitaweek account last month so it will get taken down and were loud abt being choita haters, harassing choita fans on X, calling names for choita fans, watering down and throwing p*dophilia carelessly in public, even though we choita fans on twitter only mind our own business, I feel like I need to say it out loud, even if only my followers that will see.

This person are publicly moots with them, interact w/ those antis as one of them, while behind it, continue actively looking for more choita contents, follow so many JP choita artists but deny that choita contents tagged as choita by the creators are meant as a ship, which I think is disrespectful to the choita creators who clearly produced the work out of appreciation for it.

Not to mention she's such a hypocrite as even though she said she only looks at choita contents as brotherly, she bookmarks and read choita fics even the explicit ones, which automatically shows the hypocrisy in what she said in public, probably deny that so that she won't lose her choso/chsyk mutuals. The reason why she RT a lot and follows so many choita accounts but never mentions the ship name in any of her posts, insisting it's choso yuji instead, fanarts only from the Jp artists as the ship name and captions not tagged in english, and not the ones look very choita in one look, could be bcs they hide that she's a fan as her choita antis mutuals are english speaking people.

She was once Alva's follower then she followed me as well here and on twitter. We blocked them when we found out she's a hypocrite and that I am worried, especially, since I RT a lot of choita contents on X, thus if I don't block her, I'm risking my mutuals and RTs to be exposed to loud haters that are her moots and give them chance to create drama again. And most of all, our problem w/ this acc (choso-onii-chan on tumblr @/ChosoOniichan on X and ChosoKamo on Ao3) is not bcs she's being discreet but more bcs she likes the ship, actively looking for the ship's content (otherwise she won't follow so many choita accounts and read xplicit choita fics), but refuses to acknowledge it as a ship when the fanworks are meant as such. And worse being mutuals w/ those antis trying to sabotage choitaweek event and interact w/ them 🤢🤮. If she follows you for your choita contents then perhaps you should be careful.

Seems like she has alt acc too, we figure she's the one protesting on anon to Alva when alva blocked her on tumblr (tho can't be sure). I am posting this in hope her alt accounts will come across this pose and read this. GO AWAY AND DNI from my and Alva's tumblr, our fics, and contents.

[supposethismatters]

What I DO NOT mean when I say I love an artist or content creator:

they are my friend. We have a personal connection.

I owe them loyalty and money and to defend them.

they owe me, a fan, loyalty and the kind of information and content that I want.

I know them so I get a say in who they hang out with and date.

What I DO mean when I say I love an artist or content creator:

I really enjoy what they do and thinking about it makes me happy. I appreciate them for sharing their art.

I admire them and look up to them. The person they present themselves as is likable and the kind of person I aspire to be like or associate myself with.

They create an important source of community and acceptance for me, as they allow myself and others to share a common flag to fly.

So when these artist say fuck off to people trying to control them and possess them I am supportive and glad they are taking their privacy and boundaries seriously.

However,

I DO feel less accepted and less comfortable with artists and creators who belittle the joy their fans take in the content and community they provide and often promote for profit.

Its always been unkind to make someone feel bad about liking something harmless. Why would it be any different because the person doing the shaming is the musician or screenwriter or actor or author or streamer that made the thing they love?

In fact it is worse to be bullied by someone you look up to for the horrible crime of liking what they do or being who they are!

So do artists “owe” their fans anything?

YES, they owe fans the same basic decency owed to all individuals. And they have the same responsibility every single one of us have to do the least amount of harm to each other as we can. Which is why fandoms all owe the creators they admire (and the creators they don’t) the same common fucking courtesy they should extend to non public figures and give them the space and autonomy to be people.

[luxysims]

could you please put another link other than curseforge to download your stuff? i don’t want to support a genocide.

Hi! You can download directly from my patreon posts without redirects if you join my early access tier 😊

I follow EA's policies and recommendations regarding the creation and distribution of custom content like many other creators 😥

Unfortunately, curseforge is the only EA affiliated website where we can upload/download cc in a safe way. I hope that in the future, thanks to user complaints, we can have other alternatives 🙏

I don't want to support any type of violence either, but the only way to do that effectively would be to stop playing the sims (and other games linked to EA) while they are affiliated with companies that allegedly finance the war.

In our daily lives all of us inevitably use services from other corporations that may be connected to the conflict (food, electronics, transport...). It is very difficult to separate ourselves from everything... but I believe that everyone is doing the best they can to help in their own ways, like you 😇

Maybe this is not the answer you were looking for and it may disappoint you, but I hope you can respect me as much as I respect you 🤍

I am very sorry that I cannot meet your expectations, but my way of helping others is by getting directly involved in social causes close to my location (teaching children, collaborating with associations...), not only stopping of using a website. I hope you can understand me 😔

PS: Please, don't send me again controversial questions because this is a social network that I use only for fun, not to give my personal opinion about sensitive topics. I am not a public figure, I am an anonymous person who just wants to enjoy her hobby 💔

[t1erradelfuego]

extreme jamietrevor navalgazing. call me a gazy pie the way i be. baked into a pie crust staring straight up at the sky thinking about them. [please do not read i am being extremely insane]

as evidenced by my 239048 posts on the topic i am EXTREMELY into themes of self reflection, change, and identity in romance and the particular notion that love changes you in some way and trying to figure out in what ways how and when is a crucial, cathartic part necessary to being and maybe even accepting yourself in a relationship which. when i type it out. obviously yeah but. listen. LOVE IS A CHOICE WITH CONSEQUENCES. that's MY thesis statement dissertation graduate publication etc etc. nothing bowls me over more than blorbo realizing the enormity of their desire for other blorbo and the depths to which that informs and changes their own perception of self! i think. all of the fics i have written touch on that theme. anyways.

i am also thinking about general hockey meta which, here is where we will take a brief moment to reflect upon 1) literally every ethical/philosophical/sociological paper i have ever read on the theory of celebrities and fame and consuming content as stories and 2) bleak boyband bingo which is a kpop fic fest that literally CHANGED MY LIFE and changed the way that i interact with media and real person fiction and the general stories that i come up with and see in real life which leads me to 3) nothing in my life is ever original what do you mean i was destined to be a hockey fan all along because bleak boyband bingo creators were hockey fans... what... you're telling me that the fundamental piece of real life truth in fictional content scholarship was informed in large part by Hockey. and now im. in the hockey soup. ok this is quickly becoming an essay for another but anyways. hockey meta.

look. competitive youth hockey and the usntdp in particular is probably not the Greatest environment to grow up in. somehow i think you do not learn and experience the varied life skills & experiences needed to develop the crucial social parts of your brain. including how you handle relationships! how you see yourself! sport in general is probably not the best and we've plenty of accounts both historical & contemporary & personal and whatnot of the reality that being in a regimented system before your brain even fully develops is not the best for your sense of self especially after you leave the sport but THAT is also another essay. the other thing that is extremely trevor zegras specific is that the dude was in a boarding school which. ok. general fandom characterzation paints this dude with FOMO and I GET IT!!! boarding schools are also extremely not the greatest environment to grow up in. genuinely going to a boarding school before you learn how to set your own routines outside of what's necessary kind of fucks you up! im not speaking from experience im. not. like trevor at the tender age of 15 probably only had hockey and whatever the fuck he needed to do academics wise on his mind for routines! what about mental health and attention regulation and varied life experiences on your own initiative! anyways. ANYWAYS.

jamie to me is trevor's greatest foil and probably why i will always bat as hard for them as i do and not even in the enemies to lovers way it's just. you see a guy who's way more well-adjusted than you are and it Gets Personal. like ok dude lived presumably with his parents up until 16 and even then went to live in a billet family which i think provides a lot more sense of normalcy than whatever the fuck ntdp got going on because the families weren't as hockey adjacent afaik than the ntdp's structure. especially because if im remembering this correctly, the ntdp class of 2019 was supported in large part by the parents of the kids themselves rather than regular billets re hughes moving to michigan etc etc. so here's jamie. sociable and presumed level-headed enough to be named captain of the erie otters. canadian. normal billet family. he's got a lot of non-hockey life experience that informs his identity!

what i'm really trying to articulate that took me uhhhh 4 paragraphs to write is that there is a fic in me that is begging 2 be written wherein trevor is not the best dude! he's a little bit toxic and he's not that self aware but he's under the presumption that he is and that's what's limiting his growth! he's only ever had to think about what he wants and he's only ever been in, formative years-wise, an extremely isolated bubble since he was 15. he's nice though. charming and confident in himself and it's that same feeling that you think you're going to be really good friends with somebody but two months into the friendship you're getting icks and thinking that they're too annoying and whatnot. he's got severe fomo! toxic fomo even! he's not that confident in the world around him in the sense that he's just a KID. a really annoying ipad kid who hasn't learned about the general complexity of life outside of hockey! in contrast, jamie is so mature for his age and has experienced a lot more in life and seems to be confident in the world around him and in himself even without hockey, has his own friends in anaheim already and formed a great local support group, is on good terms and constant contact with friends and family, leaves the competition on the ice and brings none of the personal stuff off it. he's SO well adjusted with no hang ups and i want so badly for him to be the catalyst to trevor's ~conscious awakening~.

like in this fic trevor has SUCH a grade school crush on jamie immediately, begging to be his best friend and hanging out with him all the time because he thinks they get a long so well but in reality it's just jamie handling the situation with grace far above what's expected of his age and compsure that belies How Normal He Is. and it irritates trevor a little bit when jamie brushes him off to go be normal and do normal things like not falling into a codependent situationship 2 months into his pro hockey career but like! that's not gonna stop his mad stupid crush. and then he confesses to jamie and jamie's like :] "z you're great but i think we're too different" which sends trevor on a spiral of self reflection and growing up and realizing he doesn't HAVE to be as ~boring~ as jamie (he's grown as a person i didn't say HOW much tho) but like in the long run trying to be well adjusted and shaking off the internal rollercoaster of impulsitivity and jealousy would probably do him good. and maybe he goes on adhd meds or something because what is a michiganmerchant essay if not projecting neurodivergentness on all of my hockeys. ok thanks goodnight.

[thygoddessouijathicc]

About Patchwork Heart

So, this is probably going to be my pinned post or some shit. So if you do not know, I’m currently working on a project by the name of Patchwork Heart.

Patchwork Heart is a story about a monster by the name of Sapphire Valiant, who has amnesia, and social issues. She is forced into interacting with other people, a group of monsters she meets via being kidnapped by a monster trafficking ring.

Alongside these monsters she has to figure out who she is, right and wrong, and defeat at least 9 villains at this point, although it’s still in development so the number may rise or drop.

Patchwork Heart is a very dark story with incredibly mature themes and content. It will contain gore, a lot of swearing, mentions of abuse, drug use, references to murder, at one point a depiction of an attempted suicide, and likely much more. If you do not like these things, I do not recommend you read Patchwork Heart.

Patchwork Heart however despite the dark themes will not wallow excessively in darkness, it will be more under the surface (except for the gore, I’m warning you here, one of my OCs is literally a decomposing corpse full of bugs with his organs falling out). It plays more as a dark comedy about a group of bad people doing bad things and EVENTUALLY getting better.

I prioritize storytelling over comedy and edginess personally, in fact, my motto in writing is plot first. Patchwork Heart will be very heavily narrative based although it will have filler for the purposes of character exploration and of course one of my guilty pleasures, extreme anime fights.

So what is this post about?

I have said all of this, and much more in the past, so what am I getting at here? Well, this post is here to explain the project’s formatting, when it will exist, and my release schedule.

Although all of this may be subject to change, I have made a pretty solid plan for all of these things.

Patchwork Heart will be in a tv show format. And by that I mean it will have seasons and episodes. Each season will consist of about 24 episodes, and one main conflict, usually a villain, although the first season will not have one. These episodes will vary in length, but I promise they won’t be like 3 panels of nothing and that’s the end of the episode, I hate that.

Patchwork Heart is a passion project, and I am not going to get paid for it, at least not at this point in development. I may at some point open up a patreon, but I’m not going to lock this story behind a paywall. What’s the point of passion if you’re just going to monetize it?

No hate campaigns against people who don’t like my content, on the off chance I do get an audience I want to make one thing clear. I see the difference between hate, and a genuine criticism. Patchwork Heart contains many gay characters, and if someone dislikes the story, that doesn’t make them a homophobe unless they dislike the stories for homophobic reasons. People who criticize stuff like HGS and get accused by the creators of just being homophobic or transphobic deserve to have their opinions heard. In fact, if you have a criticism of Patchwork Heart and can offer advice on how to fix the issue, I might take up your advice if I find it to be reasonable. So don’t be afraid that I’ll be one of those creators who sends a rabid doxx crazy fan base after anyone who DARES slander my utterly perfect image with their gasp, actual criticism. I do not support these kinds of actions, in fact, I don’t support the mob mentality at all. Leave critics alone, opinions are opinions, and if they are right, I’ll listen.

There will never be a public discord. I do not see the point of one, I would never have time for one, and discord mods have a history of being really really bad people who abuse power and groom minors, of which I am one. Honestly, the website itself gives me the creeps, as do the people on it. So no, sorry, I refuse to make one. Very much in part by my not wanting to make a platform for people to groom people on, even if I would try to prevent it however possible the idea of it even happening to one person on a discord I made creeps me out because that would be my fault, and I’d feel like shit for letting it happen.

No Pedophiles, Proshippers, General Bigots, Doxxers, or otherwise terrible people. Regardless of what you call yourself, a pedo is a pedo, I don’t care if you identify as a “MAP”, you still wanna have sex with kids. Listen, I started in the Undertale fandom, aka, Proshipper paradise, containing Fontcest, Sanscest, Chariel, and Frans, and for years those shitty proshipper fantasies were hardly even seen as problems to me. Then one day I woke up and realized that incest, selfcest, incest again, and pedophilla, and none of it is ok, I was a kid, it pulled me in, and now I realized it for what it actually was, and that my initial skepticism that I had for the ships was founded. So basically, no I don’t respect proshippers, every fandom has an incest ship, an abusive ship, a pedophilla ship, and sometimes all of the above, but just because other fandoms are doing it does not make it any less of a problem. I wouldn’t send death threats because holy fuck who does that, I just don’t want any proshippers here, go back to vandalizing the works of Toby Fox or writing a concerning amount of Dipper x Mabel for Gravity Falls. I don’t accept bigotry in general, and I don’t want my fandom full of bigots, so leave. I don’t care why you do it, wether you just hate the person you’re doxxing or you genuinely believe that you’re somehow doing something good, I don’t care if you’re with me or against me, doxxing is unacceptable. You should never doxx anyone for any reason. And people who do, even for good causes, are just as bad if not worse than the person they doxx.

Patchwork Heart will not be out soon. This is one thing I am entirely confident on. Patchwork Heart will take YEARS. I don’t have the artistic skill to make it, it’s in early development and I don’t wanna pull a security breach and shove it out the door less than half finished. I have announced the project yes, and I will continue to supply updates right up until and even after the release of the first season.

Finally, my release schedule. I plan that once I start putting things out, it will be released in a bundle of 6 episodes dropped whenever they are ready similarly to Helluva Boss. There will be breaks in between seasons. But as I have said, I’m not leaving you high and dry, and you will be receiving constant updates and art.

Quickly before I go I’d like to say something more about the production. I am an indie author, I am working entirely alone on this project. Which I’ll admit might be part of why it’ll take so fucking long. If you are a writer and this project interests you feel free to contact me. But keep in mind, at this point I’m not getting paid for this at all, and have almost no audience. So I can’t pay you either sadly.

If you are interested in the project, and you’re a writer that would like to help, please contact me. Currently 100% of all art and writing comes from me, and that is terribly inefficient. Adding more members to the team would possibly cut down the time this takes by maybe even half.

Even if you aren’t interested in joining the project and you’re an artist or writer, still contact me, I’d love to chat with other creative people on this platform. Really it’s why I’m here.

Link to the patreon: Currently nonexistent.

Please repost this to spread it.

Cyanran