#like sorry you don't like a character/creator. don't send asks about them then?? that shouldn't be my problem.

[bad-traffic-smp-ideas]

Two things:

Here's a WikiHow article on how to block tumblr tags. I think this will help to "get him off your screen," so to speak.

And here's a place that I think would better fit asks like this ^^

Don't make me tap the sign:

You're welcome to dislike characters and creators and other things as much as your heart desires, but like, please don't send asks that are just meant to highlight your dislike for something. I don't want those bad vibes here. Just block and move on, self-curation is a very powerful (and necessary) thing in online spaces.

[cinnbar-bun]

Important Message

So... haha... been almost a month since I really did anything on this blog...

Listen, I'm gonna keep it straight to you guys, the months leading up to my hiatus were, to put it mildly, some of the most disgusting I've seen in my years as a fanfic writer and fandom enjoyer. This is a bit of a vent post, because, well, genuinely, I really hope the fandom can get better. I'm assuming most of the bad experiences I've had came through people a bit younger/newer to fandom or tumblr/fanfic culture in general. If you want just an update on the blog, I will be posting that shortly after this one.

I'm going to list out some of the shit I had to go through (that I am sure many fanfic writers, but more specifically, POC fandom creators go through). This is a long post. Yeah, also, this is obvious but TW FOR: Racism (including slurs), Islamaphobia, sexism, death threats, suicide threats, harassment, and just flat out horrible behavior.

I'm gonna go list some of the slurs I've been messaged or called, I'll even rate them for you guys <3:

Camel jockey: oooo, haven't heard that one before. get more creative, 3/10

camel fucker: nice, bit more crass, still not original. 3.5/10, just a bit funny

Terrorist: wow, dude, oh my gosh, I can't believe I've never heard that one living in post 9/11 America! Wow! 0/10 try harder

I also don't know where the assumption came from that I was a hijabi... I am not. Calling me a BMO? Pretty unique but sadly does not fit me. :(/10

This barely scratches the surface of what I have dealt with after having been open about my heritage. I'm sorry my very existence offends you and requires you to come out and send me shit about hoping my family dies or that my favorite character brutally hurts me. I have read your messages, and after long consideration, I have decided to no longer be Middle Eastern. Yep, that's right, guys, I am no longer MENA! Don't worry about my family history or anything, I just choose not to be that anymore. There, now you don't have to send me messages about hoping my family gets killed <3

Let's see what else we should tackle.

Should I tackle the fact that I've gotten messages from others to update a fic or answer a request or they will try to self harm or commit suicide?

Should I tackle the fact that some have tried to pressure or guess my sexuality (dude, what the fuck)?

Should I tackle how I got messages from others assuming my place because of my religion?

Should I tackle how I've gotten weird ass messages from people getting mad at me because how DARE I not write certain things during Ramadan?

Should I tackle those things?

I'll save you the hassle, no, I really shouldn't have had to, but fact is, the One Piece fandom has to be some of the worst I've seen and interacted with purposefully in a long time. And I was in the Hetalia fandom way back when. I should not have dumb shit about "liberating" me or oh, oh, oh, I love this one! People asking me if I have 'full armament haki' (I hope you genuinely, genuinely, get the fuck off your phone and go outside. Maybe have a walk and go talk to actual people.)

I've met some genuinely lovely, beautiful, and kind people. They truly are some of the most talented creators I've seen, and I'm grateful they chose to befriend me. The good does outweigh the bad. But the bad? Oh lord, I think you guys are genuinely some of the most disgusting pieces of shits I've ever had the displeasure of meeting.

Fanfic writers are not your slaves. I have a full time job, I have a full time life outside of my tumblr and my writing. I write when I want to because I like to write, and fanfic is a good creative outlet. You sending dumb messages crying about no updates after four days of me posting a new chapter, or threatening to harm yourself because of this is disgusting.

POC creators, especially, are not your fucking tokens. I'm not here to break down every racial stereotype for you. I'm not here to be sitting there mocked with crap I already hear in my outside life. And I sure as HELL am not here for fake support only to be called slurs and mocked the minute I don't do something for you. You are gross, you are not funny, you are genuinely a horrible person and if your ideal vision of humor boils down to the Instagram comments section, all I'm saying is, I'm not wishing you anything positive.

If you read this far, thank you. Truly. This was difficult to place and write down, but it needed to be said, because even to this day I still get messages similar to before.

Do better, One Piece fandom. Do better. Because you are only going to lose the fans who really care and who put effort into making things. How far can you harass fanfic creators, and especially POC ones, with your bullshit before you lose out on things?

I don't need to 'move on'. My identity and my existence is on a completely separate wave than so and so idk, liking a ship or a character. One is fake, and one is literally who I am. Putting false equivalencies to the issues within fandom because it makes you 'sad' is shitty.

I've only given you an idea of what I had to deal with. Now imagine this constantly by random people, both on tumblr and AO3, and then imagine that also in your daily life, on the media, in the news, in the music, on the radio, in the books- fucking everywhere. It's exhausting.

Just... fucking do better. Actually fucking listen to POC. I got nothing else to add that wouldn't just be me repeating the same shit I and others have tried to say.

Just be kind, for gods sake, and remember that creators are human, not the silly avatars we choose.

[the-final-sif]

I'm seeing people in the notes saying that Fit apologized, but I cant' find a source on that. Do you know if he did or not?

The clip that I have seen is not an apology. It's an attempt at an excuse, and one that doesn't even make sense. Here's the clip I've seen,

"So, um, apparently, on one of the previous streams, so, um remember the trib- uh, the mobs with the masks? I guess some people were upset by that. And I said something in like the previous stream that I remember from courage the cowardly dog when I was kid. So I just want you to know that it was a cartoon reference. I didn't mean any ill intent by it. You know what I'm saying. I'm not that kind of person. It was just a courage the cowardly dog reference. So I hope nobody felt uncomfortable from that."

I haven't seen if there's something specific that's he's claiming he was referencing, but the best guess I've seen is that from the intro there's a character that yells "ooga boga boga" while trying to scare courage.

Now, first and foremost, let's be clear, what FitMC said isn't an apology regardless of whether or not he was referencing courage the cowardly dog. He never said that he was sorry, or even that what he did was wrong and that he wouldn't do it again. He didn't acknowledge that it was racist at all. He made an excuse for himself. Regardless of what he was referencing, what he said was racist, gross, and he needs to apologize for it.

Now, that being said, his excuse doesn't even make sense. In the intro above, the character is yelling "ooga boga boga" to try to scare Courage. Much like how someone would yell "boo!". That's not what FitMC did at all. I'll add the original clip again for context.

(If the video isn't working, then to sum it up, the mob is making babble sounds, and Fit starts replying to it saying "ounga bunga, (see/si), yes, onga bunga" in a calm tone, pretending to talk to them, and then "see, I'm speaking their language, they've accepted me as part of the tribe." followed again by "onga bonga" while Bad doesn't acknowledge what he's saying. Bad then asks about the mobs spawn limits and walks past the mob, the clip ends.)

Fit isn't trying to scare someone. He's explicitly using "onga bunga" as a stand in for the mob's language. He literally fucking said that was what he was doing. His excuse also manages to completely ignore that he literally used the term "they've accepted me as part of the tribe". He knew what he was doing, and he's trying to pretend now that he didn't do it rather than take accountability for his actions like an adult.

So no, unless there's another clip out there, FitMC has not apologized for his actions. He hasn't even acknowledged that it was racist and that he shouldn't have said it. He made the claim that he was just referencing a cartoon, and that he hoped nobody was uncomfortable with him being incredibly racist towards native folks. Which isn't acceptable, it's not an apology, and native folk deserve so much fucking better than this bullshit.

At this point, given his failure to take responsibility for his actions, I would encourage people to start putting pressure on the QSMP to do something about this.

Possible options include:

Sending messages to Fit directly, pointing out that the did not actually apologize and that his actions were very racist towards native folk. Don't send threats or harassment, but be clear that his actions were unacceptable, that he needs to actually apologize for them. Not just make an excuse.

If Fit refuses to apologize or there's no acknowledgement, then the escalation would be putting public pressure on Quackity to remove him from the server based on his actions. Filling up FitMC/QSMP fanart tags on twitter with blacked out or patterned images, with descriptions demanding acknowledgement/change is going to probably be the strongest method for forcing content creators to pay attention.

Do NOT post gore/animal abuse/untagged mature images/etc, send harassment, send threats or anything of the sort. This is not an excuse to be cruel to other people. The goal here is for the racism at hand to be acknowledged, apologized for, and not repeated in the future. That is the goal.

I'll update this post if I can find any evidence of an actual apology or change.

[purpleamethystsblog]

🪬I WILL TAKE BACK WHAT'S MINE (Part 1)🪬

CW : None.

Pronounce : She / Her

Gender : Female (Cause it easy for me to write and I don't really write English fanfics often like other.

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⚠️HCs first!!!

Reader is a God so called Creator from being. But never know about this, because some god move her to another world for avoid something that might hurt her.

When the right time has come. Reader will return to Genshin Impact world. And she will gain her original power to conquer Teyvat again.

Teyvat always be your, every life is always be your too. You can create everything you want, cause you are “Creator God”

Like some characters from anime that you knew or characters from games that you play including clone Genshin characters to work or do stuff for you.

But your power is not awaken “yet”

You should find some trigger to wake your power. But what's your trigger?

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Part 2 >>

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Just isekai to Genshin Impact world. You never expect that.

You worried that you will be fall into a SAGAU world, especially Imposter AU that most of people and Archon are idiot. Bow their head to the fake one, and do everything that it said especially that order to hunt you down.

You alway wonder, did they're too idiot to realise that's a fake god?

Just overthinking is not helping you after all. You start to walking around,. Luckily the first start is in Mondstadt, not a cruel place like Inazuma or Snezhnaya.

You can't imagine if you started at those cruel place first. You might die within 5 second.

You check around, and tried to recall your memories about Mondstadt while resting under some random tree. It's not take too long till you recognise where you are. Now you just heading to Springvale first. Maybe you will get some information in small villages.

And you're right. First step when you enter Springvale. An unknown statue is placing in the middle of village. It's look like a statue for god or something. But it didn't reveal face, as if this statue was sculpted so as not to reveal the face of the deity similar to the statue of Zhongli or Morax.

One of the villagers noticed you walking in. She greet you with a smile and waving hand. You send a smile back to the her and small wave as well.

‘ Maybe, they won't realise about me yet. ’

You thought in your mind, before entering the village The peoples there were busy with their own business. You try to look for people who are easy-going. and did not have any business to ask for information

“ Hello, ummm I am just a traveller. May I ask you something? ”

You ask a man sitting on the grass under the warm sun.

“ Oh! Traveller! Did you want to ask me something? ”

“ Yes. Did you know about the statue in the middle of this village? ”

The man smiles at you. He nodded.

“ In the middle of the village is the statue of the Creator. A god that all above the 7 Archons. No one knows their true appearance, so when making the statue. That's why the sculptor deliberately carved the cloak to cover their face. ”

“ I see… ”

“ But a few years ago, she came down to this world. She's so deity whose appearance is beautiful beyond description. Aaaa!! Damn I shouldn't mention her like that… Sorry traveler, but I dare not explain any more about her. So if you want to meet her or worship her. You can travel to Mondstadt. Our beloved creator is staying in that town. ”

You nodded, maybe everything still okay. No hunting nor wanted like another fics.

You entered to Mondstadt A city of freedom, wind and music.The people here had smiles and happiness on their faces. Whoever passes by and see them. Will have a happiness too, including you too.

As if the wind sense your presence. The gentleness of the wind circulates around you that even you yourself don't notice.

‘ What will happen? What if I try to see that fake god? Will she know my presence? Or will she not know? ’

You keep your doubt in your mind. Now you want to take a little walk to get some relax and fresh air. You sure that this universe is not like any other universe. At least there is still have a time to prepare yourself. And get ready enough to deal with certain situations in the future that may occur.

🪬

Gentle breeze is blowing.

The warmth, that soft and smooth.

“ Maybe, your grace is in a good mood today~ ”

The Anemo Archon said to himself, before continue to playing his lyre.

Without knowing the truth, that "the real Creator" is comeback to take back everything that belongs to her, to the REAL GOD.

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Chill run down her spine.

She doesn't know what will have come.

She shook her head to drive away the terrifying feeling. Before continue to sitting on the golden throne, in truth, it wasn't her throne and never will be.

And she doesn't care.

Legend ever said, the owner of this throne has disappeared long time ago, like more than a thousand years. And they, including the Archons themselves, believed that she was a real Creator that get reincarnated.

Fool.

As long as she possess a slightly different magic power that doesn't look like vision. They thought it was the power of the god. But it's good! It make her live with luxuriously and comfortably for years. until today now.

🪬

Maybe, you just want to live in peace.

Don't care about the throne, don't care about your real position.

You know yourself, yes you sure that you are the real Creator in this AU.

But if you don't act anything. Just stay silent. You might lose a chance to get close to an Archons. But it's okay if that choice make you life safe.

A̐̀r̴ͫ̐ḛ̠͓ͣ̐̄̑͘ ̵̜̉͗͑̐́͞ẙ̛͎͙͖͝o͎ͪͥú̩͑ͨͧ͐̀҉̧ ̧̡͉͖̟ͤ̊̀ͧ͝s̺̔͂͘ų̰͘͡r̓ͣ̾̂͢͝e̵̼͑̒ ̷̬͇̾t̸̡̝͍̯ḫ̡̢̛͛͐͆̑̋̕a̧̙̘ͣt͋ͣ ̤̀͠͝y͚̓̿o̘͕̊u̶̹̅ͣ͜ ̷̡̬̦͠w͓̃͊ͯ҉i͖̻҉̀͜͞l͋̂̀̚͘l̴̴̛͔̖̦͐͊̿͘ ̪͈͔͗ľ̢͙͆ͬ͟͟͟i̬͙̐ͣ̃ͤͪv̲͓͓ͨ͏̡̧̛e̺̝͛̿̀ͅ ̨i͎̮̿ͭ̿̉ͩ҉n̨̓͂̂̅ ̖ͧ̄ͯͧ͞p̪̥͗̆͐̀̀͞e̩̽͢ą̡̟͕̦ͬͮ̌͋͛͞͡cͩͪ̑̚e̹͓̽͘?̶͑ͯ

“ Huh? ”

D̩̖̖̄o̲̖̕ ̵̤̯̻ỳ̞̖o̵̪̯̯͑ṷ̗̖ͤͩ ̙̱ͭth̺̯͚ͬ̉͞i̭͉̹ṇk̟̠ ̭̻̃̕t̵̩̗͕h͂ȧ̜t̗̰ ̢͈́͂b̵̳͉͕ͮ̍e͖i͎̋̚n̩͑ͫg̙̥̠ͯ ͓͙h͇͇̯e̵͓̰r̺̱̹͋ͦ͡e̠̜͝…̞̖͘ ͧ͗i͊s̔͌ ̪̖fͯo͕ř̬̼̅͟ ̎ÿ͊őͪu̹̱ ̯̻t̛ͥͥo̶̩͓͇ͦ ̡̼̲̜aͥ͠c̡̘̜̲t̝̼ ̼̮̎̿͘ì̪̹͙ͭn͙͎̘ͭ̉͘d͓i͓̊͡f̙̳͍̓̈́̕f͛ͬe̱͈͝ͅŗ̭ě̩̙ͅn̸̄ͨt̘̘l̈̆y̸̼͔ͮ̍?̚

“ W- who a- are you!? ”

Y̔o̪ṵ̘̀r̶ ̨̱̘d̻̄͛��͞è̱̺͕s͍̘͗͜t̺͎̺̆҉i̦̞̫̓ñ͠ͅy͈ ̷̩̳͙͌i͚͠s̢̲͕̻̅ ͋p͈͏r̤̟͏e͈ͣͩ͞d̠̕e̫ͬṱ̮̏e̩̙ͩr͌̓m̡̠̜͎i̻ͤ͞n̷̽͌é̙̳d̥̝̃̕.̷̹

“ Miss? ”

“ ah!!? ”

“ Are you okay miss? ”

“ O- oh! Umm sorry! Haha, uhh I just get headache a little. ”

A tall, handsome men, with red hair tied low. His eyes are the same color as his hair. You know immediately who he is, the Pyro user who's the owner of Dawn Winery.

Diluc Ragnvindr.

“ You sure? ”

“ Yes, yes I'm sure. Thanks for your asking. ”

The atmosphere around us was uncomfortably. Even though you already know the male's name. But if you say his name without introduction. Surely, he will suspicious immediately. You decide to pretend to ask his name first. To make this atmosphere disappear.

“ My name is Y/N may I ask your? ”

“ Diluc Ragnvindr you can call me Diluc miss Y/N ”

“ Just Y/N is enough, you don't have to be that formal. I'm just a normal traveller. ”

You spoke to him in an awkward manner. or embarrassed, not sure. But ask, are you happy? yes! You're so glad! He's one of those favourite male characters that you like too.

Maybe if you and him developed a friendship relationship, there wouldn't be any problem … maybe?

“ If you're fine. Then I'm leaving now. There are other matters that I need to deal with. Have fun visiting Mondstadt traveller. ”

“ Thank you! ”

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You think about what might happen in the future. And you feel like there's an 80-90% chance that the Impostor will dispose you right away if she find out.

Will it be wrong? If you were able to take an action first by secretly preparing to build a stack of your army by using your power to do it? Because you are "The Great Creator" after all.

But. Hey! You didn't know how to use it!

“ Damn… What should I do then? ”

You reach your hand out. Try to imagine a blossoming flower in your hand. A slight golden aura appeared on your palm. Before a weird-looking flower appeared. Instead of the beautiful flower that you imagine instead.

“ tf did I just create!? ”

You muttered in frustration, throwing the weird flower in your hand away. Before deciding to head out from Mondstadt. If you come to visit that imposter, maybe the chance to get caught by them will increase.

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“ They're return. ”

To the coldness land that far away. The Cryo Archon speak in calmness tone. She sat on her throne that located in meeting room. All of the eleventh Harbingers is still in this room.

There's only one meaning……

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You never knew these slimes could be so soft and cute. Dendro slime, Cryo slime and Anemo slime are safe to play. But you didn't trust Electro and Pyro slime.

“ Don't make that sad face! I'm still not sure. If I touch you guys, will I get hurt? ”

The Electro and Pyro tried to communicate with you, like they won't do any harm to you.

Why should they? Cause you a the lovely creator! They won't do that!

You take your time so long to trust them, that they won't harm you. For sure, you are very excited to play with these slime! But deep in the bottom of your heart, you feel guilty you remember that you killed the slime to much till you can't count it anymore.

But they attack you first! Then … there is nothing wrong to kill it!!

“ Evening? Wow … I'm a homeless God now? ”

You mocking yourself. Because you can't find some nice place to rest. Now it's only one way that you will stay outside like a homeless people for now.

‘ Please, sent some nice people to me. I need help. I don't want to get blood sucked out by those damn mosquitoes.... ’

Time passed very quickly. From evening to night. You can only walking aimlessly along the path. Because, you came out too far. Difficult to find a camp. And you don't have any camping gear either.

‘ If I remember correctly, this place where I walking now is near the Stormterror's Lair right? ’

You remembered, there's so much Hillichurl's camp. Maybe, If you try to face them, and negotiate they might help you. Like giving you a place to sleep, no mosquitoes and dangerous animals disturbing.

Cheater!

God of creator? Hah! The peoples and Archons might not smart enough to realise! But all of the natural in Teyvat are smart enough to realise you!

Luv U my natural >3

“ It's very dangerous out there miss. You shouldn't be here. ”

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Part 2 >>

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First fanfic about Genshin Impact, I hope you guys like it💕

I just want to try writing some fanfics in English language, instead of my first language (non-English).

See you later 💕💕

[spacebeyonce]

Sorry for dumping in your inbox again haha, but anyways-- just rn I came across a post on my dash about how it's the reader's duty to check tags, and that you shouldn't attack fanfic authors for "writing stuff you don't like" (ie proship nonsense lol), and while I do agree that it's always important to check tags thoroughly; I kept thinking about how many times I came across disturbing content, that WASNT tagged, and it was making me think, "if this wasn't tagged, don't I have the right to be upset about it being included?"

For example, my special interest is specifically Kaeya, an Indian character from genshin impact. On the rare occasions that I read fanfic, it's usually one shots of them-- however SO many fanfics end up describing kaeya in the most racist or fetishy way imaginable, or have characters say or do racist things towards them! And look-- I can handle kaeya fics involving racism (hell, I even write some for my friends and I to discuss!!!), however those fics are usually exploring racism as a THEME, and how it impacts the character! Most fanfics though? Absolutely don't do that!! And the racism is literally NEVER tagged!! There's no warning of kaeya being called a fucking "caramel twink" or have their brother say racist shit to them! There's none of that! Idk...

TL;DR ppl don't understand that you can't trust authors to tag everything/not to be pieces of shit, and that it shouldn't be reader's fault for stumbling across untagged shit that upset them + genshin fans suck ass lol

oh don't apologize! I enjoy talking to new people!

but yes most fic writers are fucking atrocious when it comes to tagging, and oh how they bristle when you ask them to tag something more appropriately. it's why the 'creator chose not to warn' tag is so....pointless to me??? that shit is my enemy. like warning readers about a topic or theme that might trigger them is common courtesy imo. and if your story can't stand without you making the triggering content be a surprise then like...that's a skill issue I fear. it's always 'fic writers don't owe you anything' and all this attitude but then that attitude is gone when our hard work isn't recognized the way we want.

like I can understand being like 'fic writers don't owe you anything' when it's someone that's telling you the direction your story should go, or constantly demanding updates and not like....idfk interacting with this thing you're making as it comes. I get that! but this is kinda supposed to be a community, and communities build each other up and call us in when needed...so maybe we should be open to more than just blind uncritical praise. but what do I know!

but yes, they are never, ever going to tag for racism like that. when it's how you write it, in EXPLORATION AS A THEME then hell yeah it'll be tagged. but when it's racial fetishization, or an irrational bashing fic towards a character of color...no, no. that'll never get tagged. you can certainly bring up why it's hurtful to the author, but chances are high that won't go suuuper well. 'cause I mean...the last few weeks have really reminded me that when it comes to racism fandom is just stupid as hell about it so what else can we expect lmao.

but yeah I feel your pain so hard. every time I hear about the genshin fandom it's when they're doing something racist so. I'm sending a prayer up for your strength lmao. I hope you've got a good community of color around you there because man it sure helps you feel less fucking insane.

[shinuko]

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[anarchyincarnate]

this is a sagau ask. But us trying to send them signals that we wanna have seggs with them but they're to happy that were paying attention to them to notice. So we got so frustrated we just yelled cant you tell i wanna fuck you!!!!!!

Oh god, this has Ayato written all over it, I'm sorry-

A/N: sorry if it's not to your liking- this turned into more of teaching Ayato about sex lmao-

C/W; Virgin!Ayato, fingering, anal, Semi public sex [Yahiro comission office], Ooc!Ayato [?], sub! characters, praise kink. mentions of creator having long hair.

It's canon that Ayato has so much on his plate since he took over his father's position after his passing, so I doubt he had a lot of time for himself, and to even entertain the idea of sex.

AMAB! Reader

Pronouns: He/They

Spoilers for Irodori Festival!

Fic under the cut!

Ah, the Yashiro Commissioner.

A man of prestige and smooth talk that have swoon many. Like everyone in Inazuma, he has worshipped the Creator of all throughout his childhood to adulthood.

He fantasized about meeting them since he was a young boy, his father often indulge him in stories of Creator. When Ayaka didn't come home from her duties, he became worried sick.

She returned a few days later [because time dilation]. He asked her where she had been, and she responded with, "I was quite busy with the traveler, Mondstadt's Grand master and a young water swordsman. We fought many enemies, tho we did hear some mumbled curses when we were fighting the Nobushi, as traveler called them."

Ayato sighed in relief, he has heard tales of people going missing, only to return a few days or even months later stronger than before. An old inazuman poet described it as a wonderful experience, getting to partake in travel freely, seeing magnificent views, and so much more.

And he believed Ayaka was chosen as a Vessel for them to use. He watched the night sky with her once, stars light up the dull area. He witnessed many shooting stars that very night, ranging in color from blue to purple and even gold. It was that night that Ayaka felt warmth unlike any other.

When he caught wind of Creator appearing in Inazuma in person, in time for the Irodori Festival, he was estatic. He quickly finished his duties, and head towards the plaza. He saw the Traveler accompanying a young man. His face obscured slightly by a large umbrella, Ayato noticing their long hair tied into a ponytail. Gold and silver moon shaped hair pins secured it in place. They wore traditional Inazuman attire, their eyes highlighted with red eyeshadow.

He cleared his throat and made his way towards the four chatting.

"Ah, lady Yae did mention that there would be some reliable helpers coming to assist with the festivities. It appears she meant you two."

"At last, we meet again Traveler and Paimon. Tell me, how are you faring recently?"

"Oh my, it appears that you two would be busy with the festivities. It seems that you cannot accompany me this afternoon. Such a shame." They mumbled.

Traveler looked over to him, "Ah, Creator-sama, I assure you we can accompany you for today. I can easily get it all done, then we enjoy the festival together!" He chirped.

They smiled, "Nonsense. I've told you before that you shouldn't bite more than you can chew at a time. I don't want you to get too tired."

Aether shook his head fast, "No, No! It's fine! I can handle it-"

"How about I join you today?" Ayato piped up from behind them. "That's certainly ideal, however-"

"Great! Shall we go now?"

Their eyes widened slightly. They chuckled, "Why not? Let's go."

And with that, Ayato and Creator walked away from the three. The pair walked side by side, with Creator humming a soft tune. Ayato took mental notes of Creator's appearance, Their beautiful long hair, the details on their Kimono, Their nails, everything about them looks curated and perfect.

"Don't you have other things to worry about? like I've heard, This festival requires the management from the Tri commission. It would unfortunate if the minor things aren't checked first." Creators voice pulled him from his daydreaming.

"Ah, don't worry about it, Your honor. I've got it all under control." Ayato assured them.

"If you insist..."

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"A-Ah, Creator... This... Feels odd.." Ayato cooed from Infront of them. Noticing that their fingertips was caressing his chest. Their left hand situated on his stomach, while their face was buried on Ayato's shoulder. He was finishing the documents needed, and Creator offered to help. He felt their hand lowered down to his crotch.

"Your honor- what are you doing?" Ayato asked, the quill on his hand stopped writing.

They hummed into his shoulder. "After watching your Story quest through Travelers eyes, I cant help but feel sorry for your living conditions. Your duties from childhood took a toll on your relationship and social skills didn't it?, How I wish we could've met sooner, that way I could've helped you get through life much easier."

"You haven't had a steady relationship, no? Too consumed by your job to even entertain the idea of romance..." They mumbled, leaving kisses onto his shoulder. Ayato blushed at the implications. Sure, he've read a few romance novels, and even some erotica from time to time, but when it comes to actually doing it, he has no experience whatsoever.

"Tell me, do you want me to show you the beauty of reproducing?"

He dropped his quill. Creator looked up to see the tips of his ears are red. "I- I wouldn't mind.. if it's you..."

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"C-Creator! Your fingers are- it feels weird-!" He gasped out, his hands wrapped around Creator's shoulders. He turned his head back to see their fingers moving in a scissoring motion inside him.

"I know it does, this is called fingering. This helps loosen up your ass, so that it can accommodate my cock." They said, Ayato couldn't believe they can say this without shame.

They can't exactly break him so fast, this is his first time after all...

They moved their fingers deeper inside him, seemingly looking for a spot inside him that can make him see stars. After a bit if prodding, they found it making Ayato moan loudly. They felt a sticky liquid being pooled onto their bottom half. They looked down to see Ayato had came.

They sighed softly, and slowly removed their fingers from inside him.

"W-Wait!"

"hmm?"

"Can, Can we do that again?"

Creator nodded, securing him onto their lap, his ass rubbed against their dick. Ayato's legs wrapped themselves around their waist. They took a breath and slowly pushed in. "See this dear? This is called sex. A key part of reproduction. I'm sure you know the basics, yes?"

"I-I do, Your honor.. it's j-just that I've only seen it applied between a man and a woman. Thi-This feeling is very different and foreign.. I like it a lot- augh-!" The air got knocked out of his lungs when he felt them deeper inside him. "Good to know, dear..."

They began to lift his hips up and down their dick, relishing the lewd sounds and skin slapping against one another. "I've always wanted to fuck you, Ayato.. teach you all the ways to please me.. now this dreams a reality... Im so happy,"

Ayato's heart fluttered at their words, tho dirty by nature, he couldn't help but agree with him. He always wanted to experience a kind of skinship with them for a long time. He felt as if he wasn't good enough to even get a glance at them yet here he is, his virginity getting taken by the holiest and most powerful person in Teyvat.

"Ne, A~ya~To. Can we buy books together later?"

Right, he nearly forgot about the festival.

"O-Of course-! We CAN-!~"

"Thank you~ for now, let's enjoy ourselves, ok~?"

[doesyourshipmakeyouabadperson]

hay, this is more me looking for advice, but how do i stop lying to my followers about being proship? there was one point where i drew fontcest (undretale), and i got an anti who harassed me in ask, and sent me a graphic description of their brother killing their hamster. ever since i've been very weary of saying anything, or confirming i ship something cuz i don't want to read something like that again. that, and in general, i don't ship things too hard/go all in with it, at least 1/?

2/? i don't think i do. granted, i draw a bunch of art and post it, but for me that's just general hyperfixation. i'm also ace, and while yes, most ships are romantic or sexual, mine tend to be platonic, or suggestive. and are not as clear cut as to if i ship the characters or not, because even for me, it's up in the air, and i don't know, i'm not good with knowing how i feel about things, i just express myself through art and hope it says all it needs to. i've come up with a sorta tagging

3/4 tagging system, with tags for platonic ships, joke ships, etc, but even then sometimes how i view the relationship changes. like right now, i'm drawing a child and adult character together, most of the time the dynamic i portray is paternal, but other times i want to make it romantic, either as a cope for my own truama, or just because it's been my brain rot for weeks and i want it out of my head to get back to the "clean stuff" and just not post for a while. idk, maybe this is

4/? is all overly complicated, and i've made a mess for myself, but i feel like at this point i've tricked ppl into following or liking my work. because ppl do like my work, and then they send ask like "your art's now tainted for me", but i've been this way since 2016, i've just been scared of getting disturbing irl hamster gore stories again. or i've been told "fuck you for normalizing this", "don't hc this character as a murder pedo", "this feels like grooming", "you know your audience"

5/5 like i don't, idk how old anyone is who follows me, idk if there's children looking at my content. and i can't just make a poll, or check the thousands of followers i have to see if they have their age in their bio, i can't fucking ask for an id before following, i just. idk, this was very long and ranty, i'm sorry, i just don't want to remake my blog again, maybe i'm just dumb and anxious, i don't know. srry this was long, hope you're doin ok (^.^)v

Hello, I delayed answering this for a while since, well, i'm definitely not usually the person people go to for advice so im not used to it lol ❤ /nm

Buuut i mean... I can see why youre upset. I dont think you should have to come out and say you're proship. Being an anti shouldn't be seen as the default. You should also be able to make whatever kind of content you want as long as you tag it properly. If your fanbase is making you feel like you can't, then that fanbase isn't your demographic.

There are actually a lot of decent people out here who are pro ship, and if you choose to be openly pro ship, yes you will get some hate mail, death threats, suibait etc and lose followers, but you will also gain a lot of fans who want to see your interesting takes on different interpersonal dynamics. (Also, the former group weren't really your fans in the first place if they'll be so godawful to you over some pixels on a screen)

And yes it is impossible to police thousands of followers and that quite literally is not supposed to be up to you. Minors on the internet are supposed to be monitored by their guardians. If you put a disclaimer/tag for your content and some dumbass clicks it anyway and doesn't like what they see, that's their fault not yours.

I've also noticed that the majority of people who are pro ship are prone to actually filtering content they don't like, while antis seem entitled and want the creator to do it for them. Its just a better fanbase experience all around in my experience.

As someone who helps run multiple pro ship accs, i understand the visibility can be scary. But I promise at the end of the day you'll feel a lot better for it. Hope this is at least semi-helpful/reassuring idk ❤

[selfshipseaside]

I like that we often lift each other up. You are constantly seeing posts about how self shipping is cool and epic and if you do it you're cool and epic. But i have a feeling that's mostly to counteract how a lot of people outside of the community treat us.... I also appreciate how accepting so much of the community seems to be towards LGBTQ+, mental health, and other things. Maybe it's just the content I'm seeing but most people seem to be really ok with talking about stuff like that and being supportive of it. Which makes me very happy.

What i don't like is how aggressive some people can get about certain issues. It's just us having a fun time and taking comfort in fictional characters, not a moral debate. I feel like so many people associate liking something that has a problematic creator with being a horrible person. Maybe that person pirates everything so the creator gets no money, maybe they hate the creator. You never know unless you ask or they volunteer the info. But maybe it's just best to not attack people and send death threats before you know? If you don't like what someone does, block them. Block them and move on. It doesn't have to become this huge thing. And i fully believe there is certain types of content that people just straight up shouldn't make(illegal stuff like sexualizing minors). But in that case there's only a couple extra steps: Report, block, tell others you know about it so thet can do the same, and move on. Idk. I didn't mean to ramble this much, sorry. I just got a little carried away and I'm unable to write anything in a concise manner.

I feel the need to end on a high note so here's one last positive thing: I love how happy self shipping makes people. I love people talking about how happy it makes them. I love people making content that makes other people happy. Because at the end of the day that's what self shipping is supposed to do. It's something you find comfort in!

I agree on absolutely all of this! You make good points, a good serviceable chunk of this community is HIGHLY aggressive. I think we should all just take the time to reflect on how this all matters in the long term, we're here for comfort and fun, what's comforting about discourse? Nobody has to police others, there's no neighborhood watch or highway patrol. We're here to enjoy ourselves! I also love how happy this community is on it's good days. That's why I write for everyone! I wanna spread the goodness, and to keep it circulating so everyone can participate. Everyone is valid and deserves that much! Self-shipping is so unique and that's what should bind us together, not separate us! I love seeing the communities good side, how we uplift each other and encourage each others relationships, it's wholesome! Thank you for answering!

[imperiuswrecked]

so I went on and said a while back that Kurt is more like his father now with the goatee and some of his actions but with the new legion of X, I just wanted to say: "That comment was completely out of place and I'm sorry. Kurt, you're not like Azazel. Cuz Azazel at least never went down with family. On more than one occasion. And is very much into that. That's all a you thing... Sadly." Thanks writers for reminding us of that character tidbit. Sure be lovin' it in this day and age

another anon since I don't wanna answer this twice:

sarcasm wow it's so good to know that this nightcrawler also wants to have a go with rogue like the one from children in the attic (1997) did. the one who was raised alongside her. that one. yeah. I'm seeing a pattern here. I don't want to. really don't

Prefacing this by saying; I know Kurt is not blood related to Amanda/Jimaine or Rogue but imo he considers both of this his sisters and so this is why I hate when this happens.

I don't know if you both mean to sound accusatory towards Kurt but from reading these it really feels like y'all are condemning Kurt for choices a creator made. Kurt is fictional, he has no control over his actions or the plot written, and it's not the character's fault Marvel loves pseudo incest/incest plots so much. I do think as a Kurt fan it's very unfair that his one long term main love interest was Amanda/Jimaine, and the fact that Marvel seems to try and keep pushing the idea that Kurt is into his adopted sisters which is so far from the fact, a lot of people forget that Amanda/Jimaine tricked Kurt by hiding what her true identity was and to be honest I can't blame Amanda/Jimaine because the Szardos family has suffered some the worst racist stereotypes in their writing. And now twice Kurt has had imagery of him and Rogue together even though there was never anything resembling romantic interest between the two characters both before and after the reveal that Rogue was adopted by Mystique. So I don't know why Kurt is constantly put into these situations but if you both want to complain to Marvel so they can stop doing this then you should try writing e-mails asking Marvel why they constantly want Kurt to have incestuous relationships with his adopted sisters. I honestly don't know if its because Kurt is drawn as more demonic/monstrous than other main x-men and that means people think he shouldn't have a normal relationship.

I would really suggest that Kurt fans spam message the X Office to bring attention to this issue and to ask for Kurt to have a a new relationship and to never mention Amanda/Jimaine or Rogue as love interests even in passing.

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[angelinasway]

Regaining Hope

Chapter Six

Pairing: Clark Kent/Buffy Summers

Warnings/Triggers:Torture, Violence, Mention's of Major Character Death, Bad Language, Sexual Tension, Eventual Smut

Summary: Takes place during Man of Steel. When Buffy discovers the U.S Military trying to keep quiet about an object buried in a twenty thousand year old glacier, she immediately thinks the worst. However, when a surprise visit to the Canadian Arctic puts her in the path of a mysterious stranger her whole world is changed forever.

Previous Chapters: [Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [Chapter Three] [Chapter Four] [Chapter Five]

[TTH] [AO3] [FFN]

Authors Notes:Thank you all for you're amazing reviews. I never get tired of reading them. I just got to say I adored writing this chapter. It was so much fun and I loved the banter. I'm slowly falling in love with this couple the more I explore it. I should warn everyone that there's a subject that comes up that might offend some of you. I did not write this part to try to do that to anyone, so please don't take it seriously. It was more about showing Buffy's age and what some of us begin to contemplate as we get older. If Buffy was really only twenty-one it wouldn't be a topic that would come up, but I don't think its to far off the mark that a thirty-two year old Buffy would think these thing. Once again, a shout out and huge thanks to my amazing beta Hipkarma for being so insightful and just plain helpful while editing these chapters. I don't know what I would do without her.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable  characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners.  The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The  author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers  of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter Six

Buffy awoke, as always right around eight. It didn’t matter where she was in the world, she always woke up around the same time every morning. Except, this morning happened to be very different because a large warm arm was wrapped firmly around her waist and a large thigh was wedged between her legs. She blinked in surprise as the night before came rushing back in surround sound and technicolor. From the moment Faith and Gunn woke them up having obnoxiously loud sex to when she first heard Clark moan. The deep baritone of the sound sending such a shock wave of lust straight to her core, she’d never felt anything like it and she was certain she couldn’t have stopped herself from touching him after that even if she tried.

God, he was built like brick wall. A very soft and warm brick wall, but a brick wall nonetheless. Training him was going to be difficult for that reason. She was incredibly strong but he was a hell of a lot stronger than her. Getting hit by him at full strength wasn’t really going to be an option. Though, she could always train him in her suit, which might actually give her a little bit of advantage against anything he threw at her. The suit itself was highly warded, to the point where she could probably get hit by a train and be able to walk it off. So that might actually be able to work, as long as he didn’t go for her head which unfortunately the full leather and Kevlar body suit did not cover. They could definitely work around that though.

 She bit her lip, remembering how good it felt to kiss him. It had been awkward at first, but he was an incredibly fast learner and eventually began to take the lead. Heat pooled in her belly at what came after though, the grinding and rubbing that ended in one of the best orgasms she ever had. He really was such a well-built man, everything about him was deceptively large from his broad shoulders to his thighs that were almost as big as tree trunks. Something she didn’t actually notice until she straddled him. The act itself had forced her legs farther apart than she was expecting. So, when he’d pulled her into his lap his cock was suddenly perfectly aligned against her clit, and boy did he feel big. Almost too big if she was being honest.

 The familiar throb of arousal hit her; her panties suddenly soaked. She vaguely remembered telling him after he got out of the shower that he looked ridiculous squashed up on her couch and to just share the bed. She was now slightly regretting that, because at this moment she wanted nothing more than to press herself back against the body currently cuddling her and grind her ass against the erection she felt poking her. ‘Yep, it was definitely time to get up.’

 She meant what she’d said earlier about not being ready for sex yet and she really did plan to stick to that. She wanted to get to know him first, find out what his likes and dislikes were, what his favorite movies were, hell even what his favorite color was. She truly did believe what Lorne had told her, but she craved the getting-to-know-you portion of the relationship process more than anything. It had been a long time since she had that. In fact, if she was being honest, she was pretty sure she never really had it.

 Angel had always hated talking about himself and she remembered very clearly spending a few hours researching him alone just to try and understand more about him. Unfortunately, back then Giles only had his pre-soul history, which probably should have been her first clue that embarking on any type of relationship with him was a bad idea. Riley had been different however, but when they started the relationship, they had both been keeping secrets. So, there had been big honesty issues there. Spike she hadn’t bothered getting to know, at least not before his soul. Oh, there were plenty of times she would slip up and ask him a question about himself, and even be cordial to him, but the personal stuff hadn’t come until those long nights spent together planning against The First. And, then again, after Angelus had killed Giles when she was basically a walking zombie. He would talk to her for hours even if she didn’t talk back just to try and snap her out of her desolation. He told her all about his life when he was human, and would even talk about some of the places he traveled with Dru. He never mentioned Angelus in those times, and she was grateful for that.

 It was in those moments that she realized why she and Spike meshed so well. He was very good at taking care of broken things and she was a very broken thing. He was created for it actually, and he needed to take care of her just as badly as she needed to be taken care of. She just hoped Clark could handle the task as well, because she had picked up a lot of the pieces of her shattered heart and soul and begun to paste them back together, but there were still several missing parts of herself that she had lost along the way. She was working on it and had been for awhile but she still had her moments of utter despair and moodiness. Buffy knew better than anyone how difficult she could be.

 She slowly tried to extract herself from his hold, but the arm that held her in place tightened. She heard a sleepy moan next to ear and then she felt his body stiffen as he came awake. Clark quickly removed his arm from around her waist and the knee that had wedged itself between her thighs and turned over on his back.

 “Sorry,” He murmured groggily.

 Buffy turned to face him, a slow smile spreading across her face as she propped her head up with her hand. He was blushing again and she found she rather enjoyed it. “I think we’re past accidental sleepy cuddling, don’t you?”

 A sleepy half smile crossed his lips at her words, "Mmm," he hummed. "So, that really did happen."

 She chuckled; he was absolutely adorable. "Unless we were sharing the same dream, I'm gonna go with a big uh-huh."

 His blue eyes met hers, and his smile stretched into a full grin. His hand reached up and he ran the back of it down her cheek.

 "Are you hungry?" He asked.

 She nodded. "I could definitely eat."

 He sighed. "We should probably get dressed then." 

 "Mmm," She agreed, rolling on her back and stretching her arms above her head. "Shower first though, and I should probably grab your clothes from yesterday out of the dryer."

 His hand reached out again, running it along the flat of her stomach. "You shower, I remember where the laundry room is. I'll get them."

 He sat up and then leaned down to kiss her, but she stopped him. "I have morning breath. I really don't think you want to do that before I brush my teeth."

 He chuckled and shook his head. "I honestly don't think I care," and then he was on her, his lips sliding against hers.

 She giggled, breaking the kiss and saying, "I think I created a monster."

 "Well, maybe you shouldn't have taken advantage of me last night." Clark said, a smirk forming on his lips.

 Buffy’s mouth dropped open, her eyes widening. "I did no such thing!" She said on a laugh.

 "Oh," he said, raising an eyebrow. "I think you did," and then he was kissing her again, sliding his tongue into her mouth before she could protest.

 The kisses suddenly turned much more serious and before she knew what she was doing her legs had wrapped around his waist and her arms were around his neck. She felt his hard length push against her and she moaned.

 "Mmm," He hummed, breaking the kiss. "I could get used to that sound."

His lips slid along her jawline, until he reached her neck where he placed a few wet kisses and then froze. He pulled away and Buffy’s eyes shot open. His eyes staring at her neck in a mixture horror and disbelief. 

 "Where...how did you get that?" He asked, his hand coming up to brush his thumb across her scar.

 Buffy's own hand came up and rubbed the area. "Vampire bite. Well, three to be exact." She saw a pained look flash across his eyes as his hand came up to cup her cheek. "What is it?" She asked.

 Clark shook his head, removing his hand and sitting back. "I just..." He sighed. "I can't help thinking how different your life might have been had I met you sooner." He looked away. “You’ve been through so much, some of it I read and some of it you told me.” He met her eyes, sadness and guilt shining in them, “And I’m guessing that’s only the half of it…and…and I can’t help thinking that I could have saved you from it all.”

 She felt her heart melt a little at his words. That was definitely up there with at least the top five sweetest things anyone ever said to her, but he shouldn’t be beating himself up for something that was out of his hands.

 She sighed sitting up, her hand reaching for his and entwining their fingers, bringing it into her lap. “As sweet as the sentiment is Clark, you can’t think like that.” She nodded, “Trust me, I’m the queen of blaming myself for things that are absolutely out of my control and the truth is, neither of us can know what would have happened had we met sooner.” She shrugged “I mean think about it. Sure, my life would have been easier but when the big stuff came up, I wouldn’t have been able to handle it as well, and do you honestly think I wouldn’t have jumped for Dawn?” She swallowed, “As shitty as the outcome was and even if I knew back then what I know now, I would do it again for her in a heartbeat.”

 “I know,” he whispered, looking down. “I just…what if I could have stopped you from having to jump at all?”

 She reached her free hand out, cupping his cheek, “Then I wouldn’t be who I am today. I would have never had the choice to take more power than I already had and have the strength and wherewithal to turn it down. I would have never found the Scythe and been able to use its power to activate the Slayers.” At Clark’s frown, she pulled away, getting off the bed and opened the closet. She unzipped her weapons bag and pulled out the Scythe.

 “This,” she said, showing him the weapon from when they first met. “It was made thousands of years ago by something called the Guardians. It was made for the first Slayer and she used it to drive the last Old One from this plain of existence. Then it was hidden until the day I found it. It’s the whole reason Willow was able to tap into the Slayer line and activate the girls. It’s incredibly powerful, and I can feel the power thrumming underneath my hand as we speak.” She put the Scythe back and walked over to him, placing her hand on his shoulder. “Kinda like you.”

 Clark swallowed. “What…what do I feel like?”

 “Powerful, almost overwhelmingly so,” she said honestly, sitting back on the bed. “But not evil or demonic. Those kinda things usually feel cold, like the temperature suddenly drops and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.” She gave him a small smile, “You feel warm, like I’ve been sunbathing for hours and my skin is that perfect mixture of overheated and sun kissed.”

 He brought his hand up, cupping her chin and rubbing his thumb along her lower lip. "And when I kiss you?"

 Buffy gasped, heat building in her belly. It took everything in her not to suck his thumb into her mouth. "If I answer that," she said breathily, "we won't ever make it to breakfast."

 He blew out a breath, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against hers. "I've never felt so out of control in my life." He opened his eyes, meeting hers. "You...you make me want to lose control."

 "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" She asked, her hand coming up to rub down his chest.

 "I honestly don't know," he sighed. "But it scares the hell out of me."

 "I'm sorry," she whispered.

 He kissed her then, his hand running into her hair before saying, "Don't be. I feel more alive than I have in years."

 "I think that makes two of us then." She said softly. "You're not the only one who feels out of control or alive." She paused, "And I think if I don't get in the shower soon, I don't think I can be held responsible for my next actions."

 He chuckled, pulling away. "Then you should probably take a shower," he said moving off the bed, "because I'm pretty sure you aren't alone in that either."

 Buffy laughed, "You sure you can find the laundry room, okay?"

 "I got it," he said, reaching out to stroke her cheek before grabbing his discarded sweats from last night, chucking them on and heading for the door.

 Buffy watched him go and then shook herself out of her daze. God, he had a fabulous back. Why had she not noticed it before? This was going to be incredibly hard if they were both feeling this way. She once again opened her closet grabbing what she needed for the day.

 ****<S>**<S>****

Clark raised an eyebrow, looking at her in amusement, "You really think this is a good idea?"

 She grinned, "No, but it’s cheap entertainment and they deserve it."

 They were standing in the hallway outside Faith and Gunn’s room. Buffy having the bright idea of getting back at the couple for their shenanigan’s the night before, because as she said, “This was a long time coming.”

 "Alright," he said chuckling. "Then hand me the bucket."

 "What...why?" She asked confused.

 Clark rolled his eyes, "Because I'm going to make the water colder."

 Buffy frowned. "Is this another ability you've yet to tell me about?"

 He looked at her innocently. “Maybe?”

 The look she gave him was both parts annoyed and pouty. “Okay Mr. Secret Keeper, who keeps secrets. Here,” she grumbled, shoving the quarter filled bucket into his arms.

 “I think you’ve been watching too much Harry Potter,” he said as seriously as he could, even though he knew it was obvious he was trying not to laugh.

She looked almost offended for a moment, “I have not!” A full-fledged pout finally broke out on her lips, “At least not willingly. Willow makes me watch it every year.” She sighed, “Then we get into an argument about if the Wizarding World is real or not in another dimension. It’s a thing.”

 He snorted, "You're joking."

 She rolled her eyes, "I wish," and then she shook her head. "Now hurry up, before they wake up."

 He grinned, blowing softly into the bucket and handing it back. "There, it should be cold enough now."

 She frowned at the water, reaching her hand into the bucket and touching it. Her eyes widened in surprise. 

 "Wow! That's like seriously impressive." She grinned, "This is gonna be so good." Buffy looked at him, "You ready?"

 At Clark’s nod, she said, "Alright, get ready to run." 

 He watched her take a step back and then her leg shot out, slamming into the door. The lock splintered and the door swung open, hitting the wall hard. Both Faith and Gunn shot up in alarm, suddenly alert and ready to fight.

 “Wakey, wakey!” Buffy yelled, before tossing the contents of the bucket on them.

 They both screamed when the ice water hit them. Their eyes widening in disbelief. Faith panted from the sudden shock of the water, looking at hers soaked tank top, her bed, and then Gunn before her eyes suddenly swung up to meet Buffy’s dancing ones. The look she gave them both could freeze over hell, it even managed to make Clark nervous enough to start backing up.

 “You. Are. So. Fucking. Dead!” She ground out, fury flashing in her eyes.

 “Run!” Buffy squealed, already pushing him down the hallway just as Faith shot out of bed. They were both through the living area and out the staff door in seconds, but Faith was fast and she was hot on their heels. The sound of her bare feet slapping against hardwood close behind them.

 As they approached the stairwell a giggling Buffy yelled, “Jump, no time for stairs.”

 Clark quickly launched himself over the banister, landing on the ground floor and turning just in time to see Buffy do the same. She landed on her feet and looked up in time to see a snarling Faith staring down at them, water still dripping from her hair and tank top.

 “You’re dead B!” She yelled.

 “What the hell!” Lisa said, coming around the corner a few of the girls hot on her heels just as Faith launched herself off the banister.

 Buffy was pushing Clark again and they slammed out the front door and into the cool morning air. He wrapped his arms around her just as Faith reached the door in only a tank top and boxers and shot them into the air just before she could reach them. Both of them broke into fits of hysterics when they heard her scream, “He can fucking fly!”

 “Wow,” Buffy said in between her giggles. “She’s really mad, isn’t she?”

 ****<S>**<S>****

 “Okay,” Buffy said, snagging a piece of bacon off his plate. “Favorite comedy?”

 They were in a restaurant not too far from the school. It was a very small establishment, but it was busy and the food smelt good. Buffy had recommended it to Clark, saying it was the best kept secret in Cleveland. It had taken them a little while to get a table, but now they were comfortably seated with two delicious looking breakfasts in front of them.

 They had been exchanging questions since they arrived at the restaurant. Simple things, from favorite colors, to places traveled, and now they were on to movies. Except Buffy had just stolen a piece of bacon off his plate without even asking, and it was done in such a way it almost felt domestic. Almost as if this was a completely normal occurrence and they had dined together hundreds of times.

 “Did you…did you just steal my bacon?” Clark said, raising an eyebrow.

 She blinked at him innocently, taking a bite of the salty goodness while holding back a smile, “Maybe.”

 He snorted, “Well, now I want a bite of your pancakes.”

 Buffy’s face broke into a grin, and she used her fork to cut him a piece of her strawberry and banana pancakes. Leaning over the table and holding out the bite to him, while using her other hand to protect the table from any syrup dripping.

 Clark leaned forward, wrapped his lips around the offered morsel and hummed as the sugary taste exploded on his tongue. He nodded, swallowing the bite before saying, “I should have gotten the pancakes.”    

 Buffy chuckled, cutting her own piece and taking a bite, her eyes rolling up at the homemade strawberry syrup. “I told you.” She said after swallowing. “This place has awesome pancakes for it being such a hole in the wall.”

 Clark cut into his eggs benedict and took a bite. “Mmm,” He hummed, pointing at his plate as he chewed and swallowed. “But this is very good too.”

 "What do you like better?" She asked.

 "Hmm," he said thinking. "Well, it’s not a very fair comparison. One’s sweet and one’s savory."

 "True," she acknowledged. "So, I guess the question should be, what do prefer sweet or salty?"

 He licked his lips. "That's actually a tough question. My mom is an excellent cook on both fronts, but I think if I had to choose it would be sweet. I love pie and she does make the best."

 She smiled softly, "She sounds pretty incredible."

 He nodded, "My parents couldn't have kids so them finding me was what she calls a miracle." He smiled, "When I was a kid and my abilities first started showing, she was the one who helped me control it. She taught me how to focus and block everything else out."

 "I have to admit, I'm a bit nervous about meeting her." She confessed shyly.

 He frowned in confusion, "Why?"

 Buffy shrugged, "Well, she raised you, didn’t she? Any woman capable of turning out a guy who so far has been one of the sweetest, most well-mannered men I’ve ever met, must have some superpowers of her own."

 He chuckled a blush spreading across his cheeks. "I'm sure she'll be thrilled to know that."

 Buffy grinned, shaking her head. "Anyway, back to our original topic. What's your favorite comedy?"

 "Hmm," He thought for a moment. "Well right now, I think it’s a toss-up between Talladega Nights and Step Brothers." He said, taking another bite of his breakfast.

 "Ah," she acknowledged. "A Ferrell fan. He is hilarious, but I myself would have to go with Sandler or Kevin Smith. I love Dogma and Fifty First Dates is probably my favorite romantic comedy."

 He shook his head, "I've never seen Dogma. Isn't that the one that makes fun of religion?"

 Buffy's mouth dropped open, "You've never seen it! Okay that's the first movie we are watching together,” Her cheeks suddenly pinkening as she cleared her throat and added. “And yes, it does make fun of religion but in a really unique way where it sends a good message too.” She shrugged, “I think I like it because of how well it rips the Bible apart as far as hypocrisy goes. I’m not very religious, but I mean I do believe there’s something. I don’t know if it’s all the Powers or God or what really, but there is definitely something beyond all this. However, the Bible is one of those things that gets used for evil, far more than it’s used for good. Plus, I’m living proof that some of the sins mentioned in the Bible are complete bullshit.”

 He raised an eyebrow, “Because you went to heaven.”

 She nodded, “Exactly. Let’s see,” she began to count off her sins on one hand. “Lying, I did a lot of that after I was called, also definitely did not honor my mother and father, I’ve taken the Lord’s name in vain on several occasions, I’ve stolen when I’ve had to, not for myself but for slaying.” She put her hand down. “Not to mention,” She whispered quietly. “I may have killed a few people who were after my sister back then, not intentionally of course but I’m pretty sure I killed at least one of them and I’m almost positive they were very human.” At Clark’s surprised frown she explained, “There were these, god I don’t even know a better way of describing it other than medieval knights charged with destroying the Key, and when we all tried to run, they attacked us.”

 “But wouldn’t that be considered self-defense?” He asked with a frown and then added, “And maybe you were allowed to go to heaven because of what you are?”

 Buffy snorted, “And how unfair is that. I get to go to heaven with the same kinda vague belief system as other people who live their lives with less red on their ledger than I have, but they don’t.” She shook her head. “It’s also kinda bullshit how no sin is greater than any other, or in Catholicism’s case it only applies to anyone in the church. I mean come on, I’ve heard of the Catholic church in particular, refusing to hold a funeral or allow burial over suicide, and yet they protect their pedophile priests like they are somehow above it all.” She sighed, a blush forming on her cheeks at her diatribe. “Sorry, I have many feelings about this particular subject.” She looked down, “I think that most religions have it wrong. It’s about our intents and choices, if we spend our lives at least trying to do good, no matter if we fall along the way or not, we have a place in heaven. If we however let the darkness that is always around us, whether we know it’s there or not, consume us, then we let ourselves be corrupted. If we begin to enjoy the pain and suffering, we as humans are quite capable of causing all on our own, I think that’s when we become hell bound.” She took a drink of her juice, meeting his eyes again, before adding. “I’m sorry if you’re religious and I offended you. I sometimes forget that not everyone thinks the same way I do.”

 He smiled softly. She was really cute when she was passionate about something. He couldn��t really help playing devil’s advocate to watch that spark in her eyes as she got indignant over the topic of religion, but it had gone on long enough. He was trying to enjoy this moment, not offend her.

 “I’m not,” He clarified. “I honestly don’t know what I believe. My dad and mom had me baptized as Presbyterian, but I think my dad might have stopped believing after they found me. My mom probably did too, but she would never admit it.”

 Buffy frowned, “Then why–”

 “Because I’m an alien Buffy,” He shook his head. “Neither of them knew where I was from or what I was. I looked human, but they both knew I wasn’t.” He shrugged, “I think they did it to teach me right from wrong the only way they really understood how. The same way their parents taught them.” He shook his head, “It wasn’t only that though, my dad used stories, his own life stories to drill into me how important it was that I always made the better choice, because for someone like me, losing my temper isn’t really an option if it’s going to hurt someone.” He sighed, “As for religion, I used to wonder why God would make me this way until my dad told me the truth. It’s very hard for me to worship a god that had no hand in my creation. In fact, I stopped going to church because I just felt like an imposter.”

 Her eyes softened at his words and she reached her hand across the table and entwined their fingers. “You aren’t an imposter, Clark. I may not be religious, but I absolutely believe in destiny and the prophecy proves you were meant to be here. That somewhere in the ether the Powers or whoever, saw your soul and found it important enough to send a vision to some unsuspecting seer here on Earth.” She smiled, “No matter what happens, don’t ever feel you don’t belong here.”

 “Yeah, for what purpose still remains to be seen.” He said, frowning slightly.

 Buffy frowned, “I thought your dad said–”

 Clark shook his head, “I’m not talking about why my parents sent me here, I’m talking about the prophecy.”

 Understanding suddenly came into her eyes and she sighed, “I’ll try to work on Wes for you, okay? I know it’s frustrating but I don’t think he’s keeping it from us because he’s trying to be malicious or hoard information.” She nodded, “I do believe he’s genuinely trying to protect us, but I’m also not stupid enough to believe that’s the only reason.”

 He looked at her surprised by her admission as he watched her take a bite of her pancakes. “What…what do you mean?”

 Buffy swallowed and licked the syrup off her lips, using her napkin to dab up the excess. “Honestly, I think they’re trying to protect me from myself. Willow said it herself that day in the ship. There’re some things in it that would seriously wig me. Lorne said we’re soulmates, and I believe him, but it’s more than soulmates and I think you feel it too.” She raised her eyebrow at him. “If the prophecy say’s that we are destined in some way and they told me, there’s a very good chance we would not be sitting here right now because I would constantly be second guessing my feelings. At least that’s what they probably think.”

 Clark studied her. She really was impressive, he found himself admiring her the more they got to know each other. “You already knew though, didn’t you?”

 “I guessed it might be that in the ship, when Willow said what she said. Earlier that day when you were in my trailer and you left your poem.” Buffy smirked, “Clever by the way.” She said, looking at him appraisingly, before adding, “When you passed me, I felt something I’ve never felt before, it was like I was on fire. It was so powerful that even Hardy noticed my reaction and I was definitely not trying to draw attention to you.”

 “Oh yes,” Clark acknowledged. “I remember over hearing that conversation.” He smirked at her, “What was it that you called me? Oh yeah, a well-built redneck with puppy eyes.” Watching her cheeks bloom with color was completely worth bringing it up.

  “In my defense,” she said, embarrassment shining in her eyes. “I was trying to get him off your back.” Then she frowned in realization, “Seriously, you can hear that far?”

 “I can hear anything on earth if I focus,” He admitted, her eyes widening in surprise. “When I was a kid and it first happened, it was like hearing everything at once. I thought I was going crazy.”

 Her eyes softened. “That must have been horrible.”

 “It was, and scary. I remember how scared I was.” He met her eyes as he thought about her admitting she already suspected that the prophecy said they were destined. “Can I ask you something?” At her nod, he continued, “Last night you said you usually fight things like this and even your friends thought you would freak-out. Why aren’t you fighting it?”

 Her eyes dulled somewhat at the question and she pushed the few remaining bites she had around with her fork. “Honestly,” She paused, looking down at her food. “Honestly, I’m lonely.” She admitted. “I haven’t had this type of connection in years and it feels good.” She met his eyes then a blush staining her cheeks, “I thought about it and decided if the Powers are gonna give me something as beautiful as you after all the crap I’ve been through, then I was okay with that. Even this, just us talking and getting to know each other is more than I’ve had as far as romance goes in…I don’t even know how long. I had no idea how much I needed this kind of thing until I met you.”

 Heat filled his cheeks at her words and their eyes remained locked on each other’s for what felt like a long time. Clark reached his hand across the table and placed it on hers.

"If it makes you feel any better, I've never felt like anything like this before." He sighed, "I had no idea something as simple as eating breakfast with a beautiful woman, who I don't have to hide from, could feel so good."

 Buffy smiled softly, "We are a pair, aren't we?"

 He chuckled, and nodded. "That we are."

 Buffy’s cell phone rang the next second, her eyes glancing at the caller ID and widening in horror. "Shit," she hissed.

 "What... what is it?" Clark asked in alarm.

 "It's Dawn." She responded, staring at the phone.

 He raised an eyebrow, "And that's a bad thing?"

 "If Faith called her and mentioned you, yeah it could be bad." She answered, not taking her eyes off the phone.

 "You don't think Faith would tell her what I am do you." Clark said, worry lacing his voice.

 Buffy shook her head, "No, she's not that stupid. But I could see her hinting that you are something other as revenge for this morning." She sighed, "Which would just put my sister in a panic."

 The phone luckily stopped ringing and Clark watched Buffy sigh in relief, only to have it melt away when her text message chime went off.

 He watched her look at the message as the color drained from her face. "Shit!" She said again.

 "What does it say?" He asked nervously.

 "She said that if I don't pick up the phone, she's gonna show up here, and that I have five minutes." Buffy looked at him nervously and sighed. "Sometimes I really wish we didn't show her how to use her keyness, because unfortunately she's not bluffing."

 She looked at him apologetically, "You're about to get the full of Dawn in rant mode, so prepare yourself."

 Buffy dialed the number and squeezed her eyes shut as the other line connected and it was answered after the first ring.

“Hello, my beautiful and wonderful sister who doesn’t even bother to let me know she’s back in the amazing U.S. of A.” The sarcasm in the voice alone told Clark that Buffy was about to be chewed out.

 “Dawn,” Buffy started, but was cut off immediately.

 “So, my dearest sister, Buffy…you mind telling me why my husband is about to send one of his crew members out to fix the door and rent a fan to dry the bed in Faith’s and Gunn’s room?” An extremely sarcastic female voice said over the phone. “Or better yet, who’s this new recruit you’re getting so chummy with…hmm? Also, why the hell didn’t you tell me you were back in the states and not call!”

 Buffy shifted uncomfortably in her chair, and Clark bit back his amusement, he had no siblings so this was somewhat fascinating for him. Buffy met his eyes and glared at the amusement dancing there. “Just you wait.” She mouthed, which made his nervousness skyrocket.

 “Sorry Dawn,” She sighed. “I should have called, but I had just gotten out of quarantine and Wes was real big on me getting in touch with the new recruit.”  

“Uh-uh, you don’t get to deflect like that, because Faith already told me. He felt more powerful than she has felt in long time, but she won’t tell me what he is.” There was a moment of pause before an exasperated tone came over the line. “So, what is he Buffy?”

 “It’s not what you–” she started, but Dawn cut her off.

 “If you tell me it’s not what I think I will show up there in the middle of Breakers Breakfast, I don’t care how busy it is, now spill!” Buffy’s little sister demanded.

 Buffy looked at him and swallowed, “Seriously, this is not the time nor place to start talking about this.”

 “He’s there, isn’t he?” Came her sister’s reply.

 Buffy’s eyes widened, before quickly blurting, “Have you talked to Wes?”

 Dawn paused, “Should I?”

 ‘Well, this was mostly his idea.” Buffy answered.

 “So, Wes is okay with you boinking another demon?” Her sister’s indignant tone came over the line.

 “First off,” Buffy growled, making Clark look around to see if anybody was listening. “I haven’t boinked anybody,” she said lowly. “Secondly, he’s not a demon, and third, when the hell did you turn into mom!”

 “Maybe when I became a mother.” Dawn said exasperated. “Now give him the phone so I can give him the usual sisterly threats so he can know exactly what kinda hell he’ll reap if he hurts you.”

 “Dawn,” Buffy warned.

 “Do you actually think I won’t show up there.” Her sister countered.

 Buffy’s eyes looked at him apologetically, and he saved her the humiliation of having to ask by holding out his hand. She sighed gratefully and handed him the phone.

 “Hello,” Clark greeted.

 “Now you listen here bub,” was the first thing she said. “I don’t really care what you are but if you do anything to hurt my sister, I will open a vein and send you to Quor’toth, do you understand?”

 Clark cleared his throat. “I have no intention–”

“Of course you don’t,” She interrupted. “They never do. Now put me back on with my sister.” He blinked in surprised and shrugged, handing her back the phone.

 “I think your threat was kinda lost on him, Dawn.” Buffy said in amusement, looking at a confused Clark. “I really don’t think he knows what Quor’toth is.”

 “Well maybe you should tell him,” Came the snarky reply over the line. “Anyway, you better give me a phone call when you can talk in private, after the kids, me and Xand’s sex life isn’t exactly popping. So, I wanna know everything.”

 A blush spread over Buffy’s cheeks, “There’s really nothing to tell Dawn.”

 “Liar,” Dawn countered.

 Buffy rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll call you in a few hours.”

 ****<S>**<S>****

 They had stopped by the school to grab the rest of Clark’s things before he went home. Buffy giving him an extra backpack she had lying around to store them in. Thankfully, both Gunn and Faith were out, so they didn’t have to deal with any unwanted confrontations.

 “What time does your flight get in tomorrow?” Clark asked, adjusting the strap on the backpack.

 “1000…I mean Ten in the morning.” She answered.

 “Do you want me to pick you up?” He asked.

 She smiled shyly, “Only if you want to, but there will be quite a lot to do before we can make it to Smallville.”

 “Such as?” He asked, stepping closer and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Not really knowing how to stop himself from touching her since he knew he wouldn’t see her again until tomorrow.

 “Well,” she said, stepping closer. “I’ve gotta open the safehouse and get you a keycard to get in.” She reached her hand up her fingers running along the seam of his outer shirt. “There will probably be some sort of contract as far as payment for helping us goes, that I’ll need to print out.”

 “Payment?” He asked, confused.

 Buffy nodded, “Of course, If you help us stop an apocalypse or go on a mission with a bunch of Slayers, you get paid. The amount however, depends on how serious a situation it is.” She looked at him softly, “You didn’t actually think we would ask you to do any of this without some sort of compensation, did you?”

 He looked away and shrugged. “I honestly didn’t think about it.”

 She smiled, “You really are the sweetest guy I’ve ever met.”

 When he met her eyes, she had moved even closer, but this time he wasn’t scared. His arms immediately wrapped around her and he lowered his head and brushed her lips softly, not taking it any farther than that. He leaned his head against hers and whispered. “I wish I didn’t have to go yet.”

 “Me too.” She admitted, “But it’s okay, we’ll see each other tomorrow.” Then her eyes brightened and she pulled away. “I almost forgot, I got you this.” She reached in her back pocket and pulled out a cellphone. “Here.”

 “That way, you can call me if you get bored.” She blushed.

 He grinned taking the phone from her hand. “Thank you. I definitely will,” and then he sighed as he put the phone in the backpack. “I definitely need to go, my mom’s probably already worried since I didn’t come home last night.”

 “Of course.” Buffy said, smiling sadly, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

 Clark leaned forward and they kissed one last time, before he stepped back and shot into the air, looking below at the girl who was slowly changing his world.

[ill-rip-myself-apart]

Welcome to Marnies blog!

Hello! My name is Marnie, I'm a multi-fandom writer and I'm here to bring out some of my pieces here to tumblr. I'm quite new to all of this, especially tumblrs formatting so forgive me if some of my shit looks unorganized or messy 😭. Down below I'll be talking about my rules, do and don'ts for writing and the fandoms I'm in. Also I'll probably link my wattpad too since it's much neater there right now. ANYWAYS

Rules

Don't be pushy or impatient, atm requests are closed but I plan on opening them soon. Please don't rush me to finish them right away. I try to take my time with my craft, especially if it's meant for someone else, so my work may take some time. Again I apologize but it's simply how I am.

Request something realistic, don't make insane requests that don't fit in with the canon at all or overly detailed readers. I want everyone to be able to enjoy my work.

When requesting or asking, send in the basics. Whether or not you want female, male, demi, non-binary, etc reader or POC reader, you get the point. Also be sure to state what kind of fic you'd like. I'll be doing head cannons, one shots, song fics and drabbles. Automatically my x readers are usually race and gender neutral but as I said, if you'd like a specific kind of reader, Tell me!

Don't be disrespectful or anyway mean. I'll simply ignore your ask and block you. I shouldn't have to say this but seriously, just don't be a fucking dick.

Please accept I may not want to write a certain request, I try to be nice as possible and if I feel like I can't properly write a certain request or don't feel comfortable, I will personally let you but please don't be mad at me or throw insults at my face.

I'd prefer people 16 and older on my page, considering I write some really dark stuff along with NSFW and more mature fandoms I'd prefer to keep my audience child free. It doesn't feel right when a 13 year old reads your super dark fics and shit 😭 like please go finish your pre algebra homework.

Fandoms

Grand Theft Auto Series

Watch Dogs Series

Dead by Daylight (Mainly Legion but there's a few others I'll write for)

The Umbrella Academy (Comics and T.V. show)

The Boys (T.V. show, haven't read the comics yet 🥴)

Marvel Comics (I'm sorry but FUCK THE MOVIES, that shit is so inaccurate and filled with white washing. I hate anything Disney makes so don't even ask)

Stranger Things

Life is Strange Two (I don't like the previous ones)

Johnny The Homicidal Maniac

Infamous (1, 2 and second son. Delsin🥺👉🏻👈🏻)

Criminal Minds

One Punch Man (Saitama 🥰🥰🥰)

My Hero Academia

Naruto

Kakegurui

Haikyuu!!

The Walking Dead (T.V. show)

Z-nation

Doom Patrol (Comics and Show)

(As you can tell, I'm in quite a few fandoms😅, so I'm sure there'll be plenty to choose from)

Do's and Don'ts

what I WILL write

SFW

NSFW

Mature Topics such as abuse, gore, murder, criminal activity, mental illness, etc

X readers and OC's (occasionally I'll post my own OCs for certain fandoms)

Head cannons, one shots, imagines and drabbles

POC reader, disabled readers, any gendered reader, homosexual and heterosexual relationships, poly relationships, (I can't be the only one who wants to be in a polyship with Frank and Susie 😫) platonic readers.

Requests and Asks (so as long as their open, it'll say in my bio)

What I WON'T write

Non-con/dubcon

R*pe (If it's apart of a character or readers backstory, that's fine but the act itself is not, I refuse to write it)

S*lf harm (same as r*pe)

Animal Abuse

Pedo/Incest shit

Extremely large age gaps(I'm talking like 15-20 years)

Overly specific readers (I'm talking about the people who practically slap an entire personality and appearance on the reader, it's almost like an OC)

Pet play or DDLG/CGL/MDLG/etc

Age regression

Slave and Master relationships

Car Accidents

Racism, Homophobia, Transphobia, Xenophobia, Sexism, I mean you get the point. Basically don't be a dick or ask for dickish requests or I'll stomp your face in.

All images were in-fact edited by me, but of course the character frank morrison and his concept art belongs to the creators of dbd. But that's about it so, yeah ✌🏻🥴

[queerlikeyou]

I'm sorry the Billy stans keep on harassing you on here, it totally sucks because you made some valid points in terms of how people react towards real life serial killers or abusers when they are attractive (i.e Dahmer and to some extent Johnny Depp and now Bratt Pitt) and how this mirrors the ractions to hot abusive fictional characters.

A large problem why we are even having the racism question for Billy is due to Dacre's comments about him not wanting to play Billy as racist, demanding the Duffers to cut out the slurs he was supposed to say. However, that doesn't change the fact that Billy's actions inherently were racist tho, but people have a hard time acknowledging it when it's not spelled out for them. It's also problematic how they ignore Caleb's view or the literal creators and only focus on the white actor who played his character's actions down. If you can't handle playing a racist character you shouldn't have played the character in the first place.

Personally I would consider myself as a Billy neutral, I don't particularly care about him. Obviously I hate his treatment of Max and Lucas and I definitely acknowledged as what it was, abuse and racism. However I can kinda understand where he is coming from and some of his stans, those who are genuinely not excusing his actions, have made some interesting points about how his abuse from his dad made his character the way he is and I feel like acknowledging this side while still condemning Billy's behavior towards other characters is a good way to deal with his character in my opinion. There are also a bunch of people who are relating to him in terms of how Billy reacts to his abuse, including black people and other marginalized groups, and I feel like it's a bit harsh to fully condemn them by saying oh they are wrong and don't know what they are talking about. I also understand them wanting to have a redemption arc or wanting to explore how his character could change if removed from the abuser like Jonathan was removed from the abuse. That's why I don't like comparing those two characters because while enduring similar stuff, Jonathan had a support system and was free of his dad while Billy still was constantly under his thumb. Many people I spoke to or saw posts who relate to Billy were like him at some point but were able to change so that's what they project onto him, again I don't see anything wrong with that but I do have problems with people who sweep every bad thing he did under a rug. It's a tricky situation I guess because who am I to police abuse victims on how they can relate to certain characters or not.

I'm sorry if this is a bit all over the place but for me Billy is a complicated character to discuss as there are valid points on both sides but also way too extreme reactions from antis and stans alike. Bottom line is Billy was a racist and abusive, and that shouldn't be excused from either side.

don't apologize anon, thank you for your kindness

thank you for talking about johnny depp and brad pitt bc i was clearly referring to them (and others) with my post. the way people only listen to dacre's point of view and not caleb's shows what structural racism is. no hate to dacre, he is just an actor and i don't blame him but at least he could have accepted billy's racism. i'm aware it is not easy to break the cycle of abuse when we grow up in abusive households. i'm not trying to invalidate what happened to him but as you said it doesn't excuse his racism and misogyny. i'm not against tv shows potraying these type of characters bc they exist, i'm against fetishizing abusive men because even though billy is fictional, this happens in real life too, all the time.

keep sending asks i really like recieving them and love debating

[someoneelsesboo]

Hello everyone! I am a fanfic reader and I have been seeing content creators receiving and responding (and still being polite, kudos to y'all) to these rude asks.

And also, sending an ask anonymously doesnt make whatever impolite shit you just sent any less impactful or hurtful or annoying.

Attention to all fanfiction readers to think before you even submit that ask to a writer. I know some of y'all don't have bad intentions but it doesn't erase that effect on the person you sent it to, you know? It really doesn't hurt to consider people's feelings. Just ask yourself "Does this sound rude? Would this make them uncomfy?" and etc. Don't be insensitive. If they mention already that a certain topic makes them uncomfortable, then don't bring it up. Respect personal preference. AND DON'T invade their privacy and personal life. No seriously don't do that.

Don't like their content? Simply unfollow them. No need to be a bitch about it really, just by unfollowing their blog to stop seeing their content is harmless.

Loving one of their stories but not getting any update? Be patient and if you're gonna message them about it, BE POLITE dont throw any swear words like seriously. Just like I said, THINK BEFORE YOU SEND.

If you're one of the people Im targetting this post to, it's not too late to apologize and/or make up for what you did. Im not saying you have to expose your account, just apologize anonymously if you want and go like "Hey! I was the one who sent that rude message and you're right there was no reason for me to be mean about it. I sincerely apologize and I won't do it again and I hope you have a good day!"

Own up to your mistakes.

Remember that being a writer isn't easy. And reminder that they post awesome content here in Tumblr FOR FREE. So don't be an ass that spreads negativity.

Support content creators by REBLOGGING. Simply liking won't do anything. A reblog however is like a way of saying "Hey! I love this! A lot of people have to see how amazing this is. Keep up the good work! ❤️"

And don't forget the comments! Anonymous or not, writers love it when people comment on their works. Any form of awesome message is what writers feed on, it's their dose of motivation!

Anyways the message Im supposed to base this post on is:

"Simply shut up if you have nothing good to say. Even if you become anonymous and send some annoying ask, it doesn't make me want to slap you less"

And avoid using "I was having a bad day" as an excuse, come on man that's getting old.

The alternative message of this post could also be:

"Be a decent person / fanfic consumer and support content creators. Don't hesitate on leaving a cute and nice message or comment, you're not being annoying don't worry. Also stop lashing out on people, that's not nice. And if you're a writer, you don't owe ANYTHING to ANYONE. So don't ever feel sorry for something you shouldn't even feel sorry for. And if you're a reader who just becomes unreasonable and mean, stop causing a headache to anyone anymore. Have some respect, will ya? Start having some character development because this doesn't apply in only fiction."

I realized this was long but anyway I hope this was helpful! Have a good day everyone!