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fascinationstreetmp3 · 9 months ago

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hi sorry if this has been asked before, but i've been looking on your faq page for aska regarding your gifs? especially how yo make them - I'd like to create some too but it's so complicated😅

i use photoshop (not paid for lmao i downloaded a version off here years ago from like. 2016) + kmplayer + if it's game gifs, i use nvidia shadowplay to record

i'll put this under a cut because of images/length

i open my footage in kmplayer, and use the frame extraction function over the timespan of the clip i want to gif. these are the settings for that:

normally for games, i record in 60fps and extract every 2nd frame, but sometimes i extract every frame and scroll through to delete duplicates made from stuttering etc. for everything else like movies/tv, i extract every frame. normally, i try to go for around 100 frames, but you can have more or less depending on your final gif size, and also you can always trim your gif down when you're in photoshop, but more frames = longer import time

then in photoshop i go to file > scripts > load files into stack and select all the frames i want to go into the gif i'm making

for the method i use, you need a version of photoshop with timeline animation, and make sure the timeline i displayed (window > animation)

now the next part has a lot of little steps, but they're fairly easy to get the hang of once you've done it enough. it's basically muscle memory for me now but i still do sometimes do things in the wrong order lmfao

anyway. the steps are as follows:

click 'create video timeline'

click the 3 little boxes in the bottom left

in the right menu, choose 'make frames from layers'

when thats loaded, open the menu again and choose 'reverse frames'

click the last frame and change from 5 seconds to no delay

make sure you choose 'forever' instead of 'once' in the bottom left

select all frames (you can select the last one, then scroll back to the first and shift click to select them all, or just click 'select all' in the menu, i'm just used to doing it the first way for some reason lmao)

in the right menu, choose 'convert to timeline'

then select all the layers (can use shift click again)

and finally go to filter > convert for smart filters

here's a very small shitty gif of the process for a visual aid (a gif of a gifmaking guide... wow)

now you have a gif, basically! but you still need to resize and sharpen and edit, etc. i've posted about some of the things i do before but not really in detail because i mess around every time and don't always do the same things. and you don't have to do much! just do whatever looks good to you :')

tumblr's gif dimensions are 540px width for wide gifs, 268px width for two small gifs, and three small gifs are 177px for the two outer gifs, 176px for the middle one (don't ask me why they did that)

once you're done with that, you can export the gif by going to file > export > save for web (legacy). these are usually my settings:

but i might change the colors to 264 if it's a smaller gif, or even to 64 if there are less colours and i can get away with it. for example in these gifs, i only used 64 colours since they were pretty brown/monochrome anyway, but something a lot more colourful would look terrible with 64 colours

the gif needs to be max 9.99MB, but if it goes over, you can always adjust it in the next step. once it's exported, i open it again

select all the frames and click the little arrow on one of the frames, then change the timing. i almost always use 0.05, but you can experiment with what you like the look of

then if the gif's over 9.99mb i just delete frames from the beginning and/or end until it's under the limit. then export it the same way as before (overwrite the old one or save it as a new file if you like) and you're done!

#ask #gif tutorial #kinda. i suck at explanations so maybe this isnt the best LOL #if you need me to clarify anything pls lmk! i always wanna help people learn new stuff if i can

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nolanfa · 9 months ago

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FTH

Hi! I'm participating in Fandom Trumps Hate this year, in the fancraft bazaar (meaning I'll be offering physical items).

So. I'll be offering a clay medaillon with up to one symbol per face (I can do more than two sides, too, if I make it pyramidal. It will be heavier though). Example of a two-sided medaillon, painted with the Hawkeye symbol on one face and the Winter Soldier one on the other:

Price tiers: - 20 or more: a single-sided medaillon - 30 or more: a double-sided medaillon - 40 or more: a three-sided pyramidal medaillon - 50 or more: a four-sided pyramidal medaillon - 60 or more: a five-sided cylinder (base triangle) medaillon - 70 or more: a six-sided double pyramid medaillon (for example: if you offer 45, you may ask for a single-, double-, or three-sided medaillon)

Bidding form here. See bids here.

More info under the cut

Wait what's FTH:

@fandomtrumpshate is a charity drive centered around the creation of fanworks (fanart, fanfic, services (like betaing or podcasting), etc.; the vast majority of things are fandom-centered but it's not actually a prerequisite); the way it works is: you bid on an auction set up by a participant; on march 9th, the winner is selected; I (let's say you bid on my auction) contact the winner, who then makes a donation of the amount that won the bid to one of the charities on the list, and sends me the proof of donation; I send the proof of donation to fth, contact the winner to check what exactly they want, make it and then send it to them (they pay for the shipping); more info there: https://fandomtrumpshate.tumblr.com/FAQ (look around their blog for the other participants too!)

Timetable:

The example medaillon is already done and will be sent immediately if the highest bidder chooses those symbols. I can make other single- or double-sided medaillons in a couple weeks. For more than two sides, or if you want your medaillon glazed instead of painted, it may take a few months.

Why do you keep saying medaillon, isn't it just a necklace?

I can send it as a necklace (with waxed cotton string and a toggle clasp (the ones shaped like an I and an O) or just a knot) or just the medaillon if you want to hang it on a wall; we can discuss that later: as long as I already have the materials at hand I can do whatever you like best.

Symbols available:

I am mostly into Marvel and DC (and Teen Wolf but I don't think they have clear character-related symbols?), but if you want simple geometrical symbols from other fandoms (or non-fandom) I can do it too (just send me a reference).

Glaze? Paint? What's the difference?

The symbol can be painted on with stained glass-imitation paint, solvent-based. This solution is faster (a couple weeks), since I already have everything on hand. Or it can be glazed (glaze is a glass-like color/material fired at very high temperatures; it is very sturdy: you'll break the medaillon before you manage to scratch it, dilute it, or flake it off; the one I use is shiny). Glaze takes more time (a few months) because I need to make a new clay medaillon, wait for it to dry, get it to the kiln, wait for the kiln people to fire it, add the glaze, and get it to the kiln again for a second firing. The pattern will probably be lightly raised. I have slightly less glaze than paint colors, and black glaze is for now an issue (I can't guarantee it'll look good). For an example of a glazed medaillon I made, see the first picture here: https://nolanfa-shop.fourthwall.com/en-eur/products/medaillons-birds

Shipping - as in sending stuff :) :

I will ask you to cover the shipping costs in addition to the donation. If you win the auction, you'll have to make the donation to the charity of your choice (which is the amount I take into account for the price tiers) and send me the proof of donation, then send me the amount needed for shipping (I'll tell you how much it is depending on where you live).

More questions?

You can contact me at nolanfa (dot) art (at) gmail (dot) com if you have any questions.

#dc #marvel #fth #fandom trumps hate #fanart #fandom #bucky barnes #clint barton #clay #fth 2024 #fandomtrumpshate #fandom trumps hate 2024 #winterhawk #teen wolf

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requestanythingyes · 22 days ago

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anniversary piece part 3!

hey anon get hype!! i got bored so i'm posting the next part. get ready for some ✨action✨

once more, this is college!student!reader x college!professor!crush, and follows the regular key ((c/n) is crush, etc). like i said, this is muti-part, so i hope you enjoy! almost there...

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Previously, on ray's anniversary series...

Was the prof flirting with you?! Was that legal?! You decide the second question is more important and pull out your phone, quickly finding your university’s FAQ page. Hopefully this was there… it would be embarrassing to have to ask a counselor if a professor… could… flirt with you.

God, screw everything.

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This was sounding more and more ridiculous by the minute. You shake your head and flick through the FAQs. Thank god– for whatever reason, it was on there. “Let’s see,” you mumble to yourself, “it is blah blah blah, but… okay, essentially, yes,” you say out loud. You don’t realize you’ve said this aloud until your professor is once more looming over you. “Is there… something interesting, (y/n)?” he asks.

Your head shoots up. He’s standing right next to you, and the class is still empty, god knows why. You quickly glance back to your phone and realize that (c/n) helped you finish the free response in a record three minutes. Your eyes widen, and you remember that (c/n) is also standing right beside you. And your phone is in your hand. You try to subtly hide your phone screen, but since he’s already paying attention to you, it doesn’t work. Lightning-fast, he grabs your phone from your hand, and even though you’re already scrambling to take it back, it’s too late. A grin forms on his face as he reads through the FAQ thread you were reading seconds ago, and his smile just grows wider as he scrolls.

You’ve given up; he’s already read some, and your cheeks are already pink even as the door opens and other students flood in exactly as the time hits 10:15. He’s leaning on your desk, one hand supporting him as he effortlessly pulls himself onto your desk next to you. Your packet is forgotten on the corner of the desk as he leans down close to you, ignored by the other students. “So… is a little doll interested already? That was… quick,” he teases. Your cheeks are already pink, so it’s your ears that darken further this time. “I–I just wanted to know if it was–” you cut yourself off, but it’s already too late. (c/n) is outright laughing now, choking out in between breaths, “Aww! Are you looking for something more?” You cross your arms and frown at him, still flushed.

He settles down soon enough, and he winks at you, saying, “Stay after class, hmm?” And then he’s gone, a baseball cap that came from nowhere covering his soft-looking hair as he plops down next to a random student. It’s a girl, you notice, and something ugly curls inside your chest as you notice he’s talking to her just as casually as he spoke to you. A split second later, he pushes the girl’s hand away as she tries to force a piece of paper into his hands, turning just slightly towards you. Just enough to see him subtly throw you another wink. Then he’s focused back on the girl, rejecting her advances for another 4 minutes.

Someone stands up, announcing, “If the prof isn’t here in the next minute, we can leave! It’s been 14 minutes!” Everyone immediately starts chattering to one another, moving plans around to account for what they think is a free hour that should’ve been physics. Exactly 30 seconds later, (c/n)’s vaulting over the desk he’s at and sauntering up to the desk at the front. Just to play along with his charade, you call out from the back, “Hey, what do you think you’re doing? Prof’s not here, so we can leave.”

(c/n) smiles. “Wrong on both counts, dear (y/n)!” Everyone turns to you. Was it too much to hope that (c/n) would pretend you didn’t know him? Of course, apparently. “Eyes up here, everyone! My name is (c/n), and I’m your professor for phys 303! I know I look your age, and that’s because I am. I just decided to teach instead of force myself to study more for a degree I didn’t want, so now I’m standing here about to teach your guys about some physics. Get hyped, everyone!” he finishes sarcastically.

You can’t help but let out a little giggle from behind your hand. (c/n)’s eyes shoot to you, and– is he blushing? Trick of the light, you tell yourself, as he turns away quickly. “Now, let’s get started,” says (c/n), and you immediately stop paying attention. You find your phone and shoot a quick message to (b/f/n), saying, “phys 303 prof is smart asf and fine asf too.” You put your head down, and then you’re lost to the dream world. At least for a little while. The next time your eyes open, it’s to the world shaking. You lift your head quickly, a jolt of fear waking you up right away. Suddenly, the shaking stops, and you turn around as someone comes closer. You’re looking directly into (c/n)’s eyes, and once again, you’re enraptured. You were wrong the first time around; his eyes weren’t brown. They were kaleidoscopic– sometimes green, a little blue, and some specks of gray.

"Tell me, what was so interesting on your phone, there, doll?"

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bearingstherapy · 1 year ago

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mallowstep · 3 years ago

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DUDE I DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD A TUMBLR OMG!! I've read basically all of your fics and let me tell you, they are exquisite!! Question: do you think you'll ever write an AU fic where Swiftpaw or Snowkit or Gorsepaw lived? I've always felt extremely bitter over their deaths. I also want to know how you feel about their deaths, too!

kjdf welcome to my Brainrot

<3 thank you so much!! <3 i'm glad you're enjoying them!

okay i've answered swiftpaw and snowkit before but not gorsepaw, so i'll just answer 'em all again and add this to the faq.if you want to read my swiftpaw and snowkit au thoughts, i expand more on it in this ask.

but in general, i think all three deaths are painful for a reason, and while i appreciate the fix-it fics where they live, my motto for stories is "different, not better." the shrewpaw lives au is the biggest exception, but that was mostly because i love squirrelflight.

i'm not really interested in a swiftpaw lives au, because if swiftpaw lives and brightpaw lives, then like. the tension/threat of the dogs is cut a lot. and i don't want to kill brightpaw. i love cloudtail/brightheart too much for that.

anyway, even if i was okay with letting the tension from the dogs fade a little, since you know we all know how serious the threat is, i still don't think there's a story i would be interested in telling there. i love minor tweaks to canon (heck, in saccharine tithes of love and glory, i basically went ahead and said, "canon continues in the background unless i Explicitly Say otherwise"), but i need some interesting hook.

if i want to write a trauma and recovery fic, i could just write about brightpaw. i don't think keeping swiftpaw alive adds very much to the story. or, like, yeah! you could do a lot with it, you could play with bramblekit and tawnykit, but it's just not the type of thing i'm interested in doing. the closest i'll probably get is relativistic, from the night circus au, where like. swift rescues bright from a burning house. so they both live and they both date cloud.

as for snowkit, while i don't have any plans to write a snowkit lives au, if i did, it would be about brackenfur, not snowkit.

why? well, i don't particularly have a ton of interest in snowkit's pov. it's not that there's nothing interesting in it (there is), but a combo of a) being an extremely auditory person who struggles with visual processing and b) not being interested in writing extended kit pov.

not saying i'll never do it from his pov, but my plan (if i ever write it) would be to write from brackenfur's pov, because brackenfur has a lot of potential to be a really nuanced character, and i want to mess with that. plus, his sister is disabled, so i think that would be an interesting thread to pull.

either that or do something similar to "i'll believe the wind is calling me" where we get a variety of povs, but the story is still focused around deadfoot and cinderpaw. i think this is less likely, but again, this is all speculative. any snowkit lives au i'll write hasn't even made it to my things to write list yet.

as for gorsepaw, while i've never thought about a gorsepaw lives au, i do have a couple of aus where it might be a background feature?

it's probably the hardest au to write because his death is a deliberate and specific action. unlike swiftpaw and snowkit, which are some amount of chance, gorsepaw is murdered to make a point.

and i love that.

obviously i hate it, but tigerclaw is such a fantastic villain, and we don't see one who's so...dark on a personal scale until darktail. like, po3 and oots are both very big picture, but darktail is the one who doesn't let mistystar bury the bodies. very dark. i like it.

anyway.

much like swiftpaw, gorsepaw's death serves an important narrative function, but unlike swiftpaw, there's no amount of chance that can realistically save him.

don't get me wrong, i want him to live, i just. don't know what to do about it.

so a gorsepaw lives au, for me, has to be set in the new prophecy, because then i can handwave the fact that he survives and not think about why and how he survives.

with that in mind, i've got another shrewsquirrel au where i think. gorsepaw is just going to live. in the background. it's not going to be explained, it's just going to be there. maybe i'll write something from his pov.

it's frustrating for me because! while gorsepaw's death is really hard to avoid from a storytelling perspective, allowing him to live does create new and interesting stories. he's onewhisker's apprentice and.

well morningflower and ashfoot are sisters and we haven't talked about kinship in a while here, but recall that makes them brothers.

anyway. my point is. there's a lot of interesting stuff that can be done with this. windclan ends up being a victim for thunderclan to save repeatedly in tpb, and it's something i love thinking about and writing about and exploring, so like. a lot of potential.

maybe i'll have crowkit&co. be born earlier so tigerclaw can kill crowkit instead. no crowfeather. only mothpool.

also as a bonus i assume you came here from the mothwing fic in stolag ("in a faith-forgotten land") so let me say. it was Very Hard to resist the urge to make mothwing's name mothpool. if it wasn't literally leafpool and mothwing's ship name, i would've done it.

(leafpool's name would probably be leafshine. i like -shine, as a suffix. it's pretty. or leafbreeze. not 100% sure.)

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starlightthemes · 2 years ago

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THEME PACK: THE ARCHIVE

Styled after AO3, this pack includes a theme and matching pages, and was designed for writers and readers alike.

🖋️ Theme 11: Archive Of Your Own

Live preview | Static previews: index page, permalink | Code

Full-width posts in an AO3 work index page format

Sidebars with optional sections such as featured tags, updates, rules, progress bars, and more

Unlimited custom links (display on sidebar or in top navbar), plus several social links in the footer

Add a custom logo beside/replacing your avatar

Inbuilt tag filtering plugin by glenthemes

All fields editable directly in the Customize menu, no HTML required. See below the cut for a full guide

🖋️ Page 3: Archive Records

Preview | Code

A WIP page designed to resemble an AO3 work page

Add tags for ratings, warnings, fandoms, characters, and more, as well as statistics like start dates, word counts etc.

Spaces for summary, start and end notes, and the 'work' itself

🖋️ Page 4: Archivist

Preview | Code

A combined about/navigation page based on the AO3 profile page

Include user statistics or any data you'd like, plus a longer bio

Sidebar navigation with link sections - unlimited links and link groups

The theme and pages all include options for multiple color palettes (initially set to Default and Reversi), text styling (choice of Tumblr/Google fonts and casing options), and more. -

Each page includes instructions on how to edit it, and color/image variables have been gathered together to make customization easier. While not necessary, basic knowledge of HTML is helpful.

For help, check my codes guide, or feel free to send me an ask. Theme 11 customization guide and credits are under the cut.

Theme 11 customization

Regarding the simpler fields:

"Secondary title" refers to the title just above the posts, under the header and navigation. This defaults to "[Total posts] Works in [Username]" when the field is left empty.

"Filtered tags" takes a comma-separated list of tags, entered exactly as they'd be written in the Tumblr post editor but without the hashtag. E.g. the tags #politics, #red and blue, and #green would be entered as "politics, red and blue, green" (make sure there's spaces, and no comma after the last item!). The filtering plugin will then put a warning message over any posts with those tags, along with a button letting you show the post.

"[Section] title" act as the headers for the corresponding section, if provided. "Custom links title" defaults to "Pages" if nothing is entered, and is used when the custom links are displayed on the navbar.

"Featured tags" takes a comma-separated list of tags, in the same format as Filtered tags. This field will display links to those tags, along with the number of posts in that tag on your blog, in the left sidebar.

The Recent posts section displays the 5 most recently posted/reblogged posts on your entire blog, displaying in the left sidebar. If you enter a tag under "Recent posts tag", it'll instead display the 5 most recent posts in that tag on your blog. Only 1 tag is allowed.

Rules and FAQ

Both these sections work the same way. Each new item, a rule or a question, consists either of one statement, or a statement and some more text, usually as an answer or additional note. E.g. the screenshot below shows three rules, where the last one has more text in the dropdown.

To create an item, prefix it with <li> . To add more text, create a <li> item and add a [more] label underneath, then write your extra text after that. To illustrate, here's the Customize page code for the above:

Updates

This section is similar to Rules/FAQ, though it flips the order around. After each <li>, first list the date, then add the [label] marker, then add your actual update. Again, here's an example:

And here's the Customize page code that created that:

Toggles

This section displays checked/crossed-out items, and uses a simpler version of the formatting for the above sections. Use <li> for each new item, then add [on] or [off] at the end, depending on whether you want it checked or crossed off. Here's an example:

And here's the corresponding Customize code:

Progress bars

This section also uses <li> items, where each item has two parts: the text label, and the number(s) for the progress percentages, put inside square brackets like with the other sections. Here's an example (note how the top two use fraction values while the bottom one uses a percentage):

And here's the code that made these. In short, the format is <li> Text here [##/##], or <li> Text here [##%], where ## refers to any number.

Social links in footer

The footer links, aside from the email and personal website fields, take usernames or user IDs for various websites. Be sure to check you're not entering a username in a user ID field!

The Email address field takes a standard email in the format [email protected] and adds a link to let people mail that address.

The Personal website fields will generate a link in the footer's Follow section. Personal website name is the human-readable text label for the generated link, and Personal website URL is the URL that will open when the generated link is clicked. Make sure to add https:// to the start of the personal website URL so the generated link doesn't just redirect you to a different part of your blog.

Credits

Layout and design by Archive of Our Own

Style My Tooltips by malihu

Phosphor Icons

Expanded Tumblr localization and NPF photosets plugin by codematurgy

Custom audio posts by annasthms

Tag filtering by glenthemes

Palette toggle by eggdesign

Scroll to top by Fabian Lins

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puregaalee · 2 years ago

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GaaLee HorrorFest 2022: Prompt List

It's Halloween night. You're dressed in your best costume yet, and you've got a bag just waiting to be filled with candy. The first house you see is dark, but the porch light is on, flickering on and off, on and off. Every time it flickers back on, it illuminates a bowl of candy filled to overflowing.

You carefully approach and, after a moment, shove your hand in and come out with a handful of treats. The bowl is still full, so you take another handful and add both to your bag before going on your way....

This event's prompts are a bit like that: A big bowl of candy set out on Halloween night for eager trick-o-treaters! You can take as many or as few prompts as you like! You can mix them and match them! You can combine different categories! You can use just that one single prompt that speaks to you, or find inspiration in ten! Whatever your heart desires!

The prompts are broken up into three categories: words, quotes, and images. The words are also broken up into further sub-groups based around a specific genre or type of horror: slasher, gothic, ghost stories, and creature features.

Each quote prompt comes from a horror book, while each image comes from a film (which do not need to be watched in order to use the prompt, though I have provided watch options). Below the cut is a text version of each prompt, as well as the names of the films the visual prompts come from and a larger version of the image. TW: spiders and dead bodies/body horror.

Sign-Up // Rules // FAQ // A Guide to Horror // The Horrors of Horror

All event banners made by @ghoste-catte

If you have any questions about the prompts, please send an ask to @puregaalee

Words

Slasher

Blood

Organs

Flesh

Teeth

Bones

Eyes

Nails

Gothic

Dread

Cold

Sick

Eerie

Rot

Bleak

Shadow

Loneliness

Ghost Stories

Haunted

Possessed

Hunger

Darkness

Cursed

Nightmares

Whispers

Creature Feature

Vampires

Ghosts

Shape-shifters

Werewolves

Demons

Zombies

Quotes

"We ask only to be reassured about the noises in the cellar and the window that should not have been open." ―The Family Reunion, TS Eliot

"Some teeth long for ripping, gleaming wet from black dog gums. so you keep your eyes closed at the end. you don't want to see such a mouth up close. before the bite, before it's oblivion in the goring of your soft parts, the speckled lips will curl back in a whinny of excitement. you just know it." ―The Ritual*, Adam Nevill

“When your rage is choking you, it is best to say nothing.” ― Fledgling, Octavia E. Butler

“But then, maybe “I don’t believe in you” is the cruelest way to kill a monster.” ― White Is for Witching, Helen Oyeyemi

"I do not love men. I love what devours them." ―Prometheus Illbound, Andre Gide

"I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster[…] And the monster feels my tiny little movements inside." ―The Haunting of Hill House*, Shirely Jackson

"I have meanness inside me, real as an organ." ―Dark Places, Gillian Flynn

"Night was a different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush against appalling things and feel roaming and prowling around a strange, mysterious horror." ―The Complete Short Stories of Guy de Maupassant, Guy de Maupassant

"One need not be a chamber to be haunted. one need not be a house. The brain has corridors surpassing material place." Emily Dickinson

*The Ritual has been adapted into a film which is available to watch on Netflix. The Haunting of Hill House has many adaptations including the 1963 film The Haunting, the 1999 film of the same name, the Netflix show The Haunting of Hill House, which is more inspired by than a true adaptation.

Images

Raw (2016): (Available on Netflix* // Trailer) A coming of age horror drama following a young vegetarian as she starts her first year of college at a school for veterinarian medicine. Her older sister attends the school as well, and during a hazing ceremony, she is forced to eat raw rabbit kidneys. The next day she is sick from food poisoning. As the film progresses, her craving for meat grows but it's not enough to cooked animal meat... [TW: animal death, cannibalism, blood, body horror such as injury]

The Autopsy of Jane Doe (2016): (Available with Amazon Premium* // Trailer) A supernatural horror film following the unidentified corpse of Jane Doe to a father-son morgue. Her body was found at the scene of a gruesome crime, and the police want to know how she died immediately. The father and owner of the morgue intends to stay late to perform the autopsy, and his son stays with him. But what they find within Jane Doe is anything but the standard cause of death... [TW: animal death, blood, body horror, flashing lights]

Umma (2022): (Available on Amazon to rent* // Trailer) A supernatural horror film following a Korean woman and her daughter living on a farm. The woman has been keeping secrets from her daughter, secrets about her childhood, about her mother, but when the woman's mother dies the secrets don't stay secrets for long... [TW: child abuse, animal death, bees]

The Amittyville Horror (1979): (Available on Hulu, Amazon, and other platforms* // Trailer) Based on the 1977 book of the same name, the film follows the story of a family living in a haunted house that is believed to have led to the murder of the previous family. Though the murders themselves are based on a true story, whether the house was haunted remains to be seen, but Amityville has been a cultural horror since... [TW: blood, gore, insects]

The Others (2001): (Available on Amazon Prime* // Trailer) A gothic, supernatural and psychological horror film following a woman and her two children, living in a large manor in 1945. The windows in the house are all covered, as the children suffer from a rare photosensitivity and cannot be in the sunlight. Grace hires a new housekeeper, groundskeeper, and maid. When odd things begin to happen in the house, Grace begins to fear the presence of 'the others'... [TW: child abuse, mentions of WWII]

Arachnophobia (1990): (Available on Amazon to rent* // Trailer) A natural horror comedy that starts in Venezuela, where an entomologist is doing research. While there, a never-before seen tarantula is discovered and samples are taken back to camp for stud. Unbeknownst to the team, another one of these tarantulas hitch hikes its way back to camp and slips into the bed of an unsuspecting photographer, who is ailing from a fever. When he's found dead, no one suspects anything and his body is packed in a crate for shipping back to his hometown and a proper burial. But before his body is shipped, the tarantula hitches yet another ride, leaving its home in the forest to make for the small town of Canaima, California... [TW: spiders, death by spider]

The Haunting of Bly Manor (2020): (Available on Netflix* // Trailer) A gothic romance, the story follows a young au pair to Bly Manor. She's gone to England to escape from something that haunts her, only to stumble upon strange things at Bly... [TW: implications of past child abuse, Bury Your Gays, drowning, dissociation]

*All above listed films, including The Ritual, The Haunting (1963 & 1999), and The Haunting of Hill House are available for free here.

#gaaleehorrorfest22 #pgl events #pgl event prompts #gaalee #leegaa #naruto #shippuden

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witch-hazels-musings · 4 years ago

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Hey there! I wasn't sure if this was something you're comfortable writing, so if not, feel free to skip! I couldn't find anything in your faq but I just wanted to make sure!

Can I request a reader who never really drinks getting a little tipsy after a particularly stressful day? Just acting kind of giggly and clingy to their s/o? Nothing dubious ofc just some fluff 🥰 for Diluc, Xiao and Kaeya?

^ This made me laugh. I am a LIGHTWEIGHT, so I tend to get drunk after like ... one beer - haha! Anyway - enjoy ;)

Tipsy, Touchy

Warning -> flirty, touching, fluff, mentions of alcohol, and getting drunk

Includes: Diluc, Xiao, Kaeya

Character x GN Reader | Anthology

Diluc

He’s a bit shocked when you go beyond your normal one drink, in fact, he’s a little surprised at your demeanor in general - normally you only had a drink if the event warranted it, but today, you seemed to be throwing them back all on your own

“Did something happen?” he asks you, his attention on the third glass you’ve begged him to pour.

“Today,” you groan, your words already slurring a little, “was … not. good.” He can see the alcohol already making an impression on your skin. Your cheeks were flushed and you kept fussing with your hair, little strands making their own decisions as if in defiance of your touch.

“Hmm, well don’t go overboard.”

Once you reach your fourth drink, we gotta cut you off, too drunky. And worse, you were starting to get a little handsy with the people around you. You’d already given a few of the female patrons a hug goodbye, telling them you were the designated “send-off committee”

In fact, you were having a hard time keeping your hands to yourself especially when it came to Diluc. When he forcibly switched you from wine to water you grabbed onto his arm, or tried to convince him to lean in close so you could share with him a secret - he wouldn’t

You thought everything was funny, and he often caught you giggling to yourself or chuckling after the small conversation you and he shared

He wasn’t really on board with your ostentatious behavior, but he did enjoy seeing you smile in the grandiose way you were - unreserved and relentless

As the evening beings to slow and patrons leave the bar, you were trying to work out a thought in your head. It had been floating around for a while and you weren’t doing a good job keeping it off your face.

“Hey,” you finally speak up. You wait to finish your thought until Diluc looks at you. He’s been gathering the final glasses from the tables so he takes a bit to react to you. “Come here.” You beckon, uneasily, with your finger for him to walk closer to you.

When he does, you wave him down so his face is close to yours.

“You.” You point your finger at him, “are my favorite person.” There is a smirk on your face and playful energy in your eyes.

He scoffs at you and tries to retreat but you grab his face in your hands, “Wait. Wait. Diluc Ragnvindr ... “ he’s so close to you, his face, his eyelashes, his lips … it’s too much and in defeat you let him go, dropping your head in your hands. “Ugh, you are much too attractive for me right now.”

“You are a lot of things right now.” You peek your eyes out from over your arms and see him rubbing the back of his neck, his head turned to the side. There is no doubt in your mind he is blushing.

“You’re blushing!” you shout. The excitement of his reaction is too much to handle.

“Shut up.” He tosses a towel your way and disappears into the back office.

Diluc makes a mental note to not let you drink that much in public again, not only is he worried you might do something dumb, but he worries how he will keep his composure

Xiao

Xiao would have no idea what to do with alcohol. He doesn’t touch the stuff, so he wouldn’t really know the common behaviors of inebriated people

He’d probably take whatever you were drinking and dump it out in front of you the drunker you became - he could barely handle normal humans, let alone a drunk one

“What are you drinking anyway?” He looks at the bottle, turning it over in his hands.

“I don’t know, I picked it up on the way out here.” You rub your hands over your face, the wine hasn’t fully hit you but you know with the amount you drank it’s only a matter of time.

“Is it normal for humans to drink so much, all at once?”

“Meh, maybe? Today was the worst though, so I’m giving myself permission.”

It’s hard to tell if he would have any reaction to your tipsy behavior other than being exhausted by it

The way you laugh at things, that to him, aren’t funny or how you try to ask him really silly questions about things he wouldn’t know anything about

Xiao is prickly, so you’d have to push through a lot of spikes to get to the gentle core he’s given you flashes of, so don’t get offended if he reacts to your clingy-ness in an irritating way

He just doesn’t let people in very easily, and even though you two are together, and you’ve been physical before, this level of touch might be overstimulating for him

You look at him from the floor of the inn. He is sitting on a pillow with his eyes closed. There were many nights you spent with him where you just fit yourselves into each other's space, like pieces of a puzzle nestled tightly together. He looked so regal, and you wondered how he would act if you poked at him.

Carefully, you crawled your way over to him with wobbly limbs. When you got close enough you whispered his name.

“Xiao…” He opened his eyes and is startled by how close your face is to him. His arms launched to his sides to steady himself as he leaned back away from your proximity. The reaction made you laugh.

“What?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to get closer to you.” you desperately want to touch him: his cheeks, his forehead, his collarbone, his arms and hands, you wanted to touch them all. The alcohol emboldened you. You scoot closer to him, your sides practically touching, and, in an instant, you wrap your arms around his. The grip you have is possessive.

He sighs but doesn’t push you away. So you tread onward. You slide behind him and wrap your arms around his chest, each of your legs on either side of him Rubbing your face against his back you breathe him in, he smells like rain after a thunderstorm.

“I like you.” You place a kiss on his exposed shoulder before resting your cheek against him.

It’s quiet for a time, all you hear is his beating heart and slow breaths. You don’t expect him to answer you, or say anything, you know he likes you by the way he lets you cling to him like this. That’s all you’ll ever need him to say.

“Are you always going to be this clingy when you drink?” the question breaks the silence.

“Mm, possibly, I don’t normally drink this much. Why.” You return his question with your own, slightly tilting his body to the side so you can strain your head to look at his face.

“No reason.” Even in the dim lighting, you can see the blush on his face.

Kaeya

Kaeya finds your behavior hilarious. He’d be so enamored with the way you were acting and amazed it happens with only a few drinks of alcohol in you

“You’re putting those away,” he’d muse over his own beverage.

“Well,” you’d say as you empty yet another glass. “Today sucked! So i’m drowning my stress in sweet, sweet alcohol.”

“Cheers to that!”

When you laugh he melts, when you giggle he nearly passes out, and he’s having a hard time not fainting right now. Everything he says to you sends you into a fit of laughter and he just can’t stop himself - he’s obsessed with you and when he can see something new that he’s never noticed before he is filled with pride

For instance, he didn’t know that when you laugh when drinking that you shield your eyes and nose and let out breathless laughter. He didn’t know that when you had several drinks you started to get louder and louder - which may have annoyed others, but he found it endearing

“... and after finishing the bottle he passed out for three whole days. And that is why our aloof bar owner doesn’t drink.” You can’t help but laugh, you’ve heard this story already but it makes you chuckle every single time.

“Kaeya, how many times are you going to tell that story…” Diluc warns from behind the counter, his hands dangerously wrapped around the neck of a wine bottle.

“Oh, come on. Look at how happy it’s made them.”

“I’m cutting you both off.”

“Hey!” Even with the cap on your drinking for the night, you couldn’t stifle your laughter.

Normally, Kaeya is the overly touchy one. His hands cannot keep themselves from your tempting body. So when you cling to him he finds the action rather refreshing

Wrapping your arms around his, leaning your head on his shoulder or digging it into his arm. Scooting closer to him, practically sitting on his lap, he finds it all a riot - don’t be shocked if he helps you into a comfortable position on or between his legs

“Kaeya,” you look at him, your head bobbing around, your cheeks the color of pomegranates, and your hair falling out of place.

“Yes, lovely?” He helps steady you, a possessive hand wrapping around your lower back and his other moving from your shoulder or lower arm, whichever one needs the most support.

You giggle, and the sound pulls at his heart, “Do you know that you’re handsome? Like, really, really handsome.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“No, listen, it’s kinda ridiculous how attractive you are. LIKE … WhO do you think you are with this face?? hmmM?” You wave your hand in front of him as if to drive home your point. You aren’t sure what answer you wanted from him, but his laughter seems satisfactory enough and you join in shortly after.

He finds everything you do to be adorable, but multiplied by ten when you start drinking - he will always make sure you have a good time, and as long as you are safe and happy he will be there to join in on the fun

#genshin impact #genshin impact X reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact musings #genshin impact fiction #diluc X reader #genshin diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #kaeya x reader #kaeya #kaeya alberich #genshin kaeya #xiao x reader #genshin xiao #xiao #genshin impact xiao #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact kaeya

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qqueenofhades · 3 years ago

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Academia AU (I will never have enough, apparently), Fivan being cute old marrieds, with Aleksander being an idiot and Alina being very, very perplexed?

Aleksander Morozov, associate teaching professor in the Department of History, Art History, and Classics, Os Alta Imperial State University, has done something mind-boggingly stupid again. This fact comes as absolutely no surprise to anyone who knows either Aleksander Morozov or Os Alta Imperial State University, though it might be new to the department only insofar as they had to crunch together all three disciplines together last year due to budget cuts. It has not escaped anyone's attention that the Department of Energy has gotten a gleaming new building, the Department of Economics is flaunting its exchange program at Ketterdam University that's unofficially guaranteed to land you internships at top Kerch banks, and the Department of Mechanical Engineering has been nauseating everybody with its nonstop glowing press coverage of Prince Nikolai's attendance at the announcement of their next chair. The prince has also just been named as honorary chancellor of the university, which means they're going to see his insufferably gleaming golden mug around here a lot more. As if this day could get any worse.

Ivan Kaminsky, Assistant Dean of Faculty Affairs, stares vainly at his computer screen, wondering if he should hope for one more fucking email asking questions about logistics for the Ketterdam International Economic Forum that have already been answered three times in the FAQ and twice more in the call for papers. These are the people with the most advanced degrees in all of Ravka, and they still can't figure out how to navigate a simple travel booking site. He has debated the merits of just composing a passive-aggressive Out of Office Auto-Reply and fucking off for the weekend, but before he does that, he needs to deal with Aleksander Morozov. Again. Saints help him.

"You realize," Ivan says, "why I've been asked to speak with you today. Professor Morozov, you must be aware that your relationship with Miss Starkova -- alleged relationship," he adds, for the sake of form -- "presents a serious conflict of interest, is in breach of the usual code of academic ethics, and -- "

"She's not my student," Aleksander interrupts. "I have nothing to do with her direct study or supervision. And she's a first-year PhD, not an undergrad. Besides, she's working with my mother, not me."

Ivan pinches the bridge of his nose. "You know that doesn't make it better, yes?" he enquires, in his iciest disciplinarian tone. "You're still faculty, she is a student, she is enrolled in your department, and as for Baghra, I will also be asking her whether she finds it appropriate for her son to be having an intimate relationship with one of her supervisees, especially when that son is also a faculty member in her same department. If I have to escalate this to the dean -- "

"Come on." Aleksander leans forward, face darkening. "This is ridiculous. We're not doing anything wrong. We're both adults, we're close to the same age, and we met off-campus, at a dinner party. I've already recused myself from anything to do with her committee, thesis topic, or comp exams. I can email you the paperwork, if you want."

The absolute last thing Ivan wants, ever, is more paperwork, and he briefly wavers at the potency of this threat. He has this job because he's a good enforcer, yes, but mostly as a sinecure, since his husband is a universally adored junior professor of Ravkan language and literature and they don't want Fedyor to start thinking too hard about job offers elsewhere. (And yet, the tenure committee still won't provide a firm date for the hearing. Logical!) If Ivan had known that it would involve almost-daily yelling at Aleksander Morozov, OAISU's too-cool-for-school resident bad boy and goth rock star academic wunderkind, let's just say that he might have brought a squirt gun. Or a baseball bat. Both might be good at getting this asshole's attention.

"Anyway," Ivan says, when the silence has stretched out to an agonizing level. "I'm putting a note in your file, and I will be speaking to your mother and Human Resources. This matter is not closed."

"Fine. You do that." Aleksander shrugs elegantly and gets to his feet. "Always a pleasure to see you, Mr. Kaminsky."

With that, he saunters out, as Ivan sits behind his desk and silently seethes. He hears voices at the end of the hall, however, and gets up to peer suspiciously out of his office door. Aleksander is talking to Alina Starkova, who was clearly waiting for him to get out of the principal's office, and they -- well, they do appear to like each other, and she is a PhD student and not some callow eighteen-year-old, but Ivan still doesn't like this. Doesn't trust her. She looks like trouble. (Then again, there is hardly room for more of it in this relationship.)

Whatever Aleksander says seems to placate Alina, for the time being, and he puts his arm around her shoulders as they walk away. Ivan snorts thunderously and retreats back to the safety of his office, since keeping his door open for too long might offer the impression of availability and/or an invitation for people to harass him with their existence. Why didn't he buy that squirt gun? Maybe he will. No more office hours for you, unwashed masses.

Ivan trudges through eighty more emails about KIEF, deletes three-quarters of them, changes two commas in the Revised Code of Professional Conduct that they want each assistant dean to produce sheerly for the sake of busywork, and thus is startled out of his skin by his office door opening at noon. There is only one person on the entire planet who has the right to do that without knocking, and sure enough, it's Fedyor, fresh out of his last session of The Fjerdan Wars II: Literature, Nationalism, and Resistance. "Hey, darling," he says, brandishing a sandwich bag. "Hungry?"

"You have no idea." Ivan pushes his chair back from the computer and tips his head back to accept Fedyor's quick kiss. "Hopefully your morning wasn't as bad as mine."

Fedyor shrugs. "Well, I did have to explain for approximately the ninety-fifth time that footnotes are a common part of an academic paper. Plus the fact that 'Online Newspaper,' which was literally the entire citation, also does not count. So you know, the usual."

Ivan snorts, accepting his paper-wrapped sandwich as Fedyor hands it out, then perches casually on the desk so they can eat together. You know, he thinks, looking up at his husband in silent adoration as Fedyor chatters away, dark hair glowing in the sunlight and his eyes filled with stars. I guess this job isn't so bad after all.

#mearcatsreturns #ask #darklina #darklina ff #fivan #fivan ff #fic prompts

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writingwithcolor · 3 years ago

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I'm writing an AU of a movie that takes place in the 1880s USA, where a travelling white character and a Jewish character are waylaid by Native Americans, who they befriend. Probably because it was written by and about PoC (Jews) the scene actually avoids the stuff on your Native American Masterpost, but I'd still like to do better than a movie made in the 1980's, and I feel weird cutting them from the plot entirely. I have a Jewish woman reading it for that, but are there any things you (1/1)

2/2 1880s western movie ask--are there things you'd LIKE to see in a movie where a white man and a Jewish man run into Native Americans in the 1880s? I do plan to base them on a real tribe (Ute, probably) and have proper housing/clothes and so forth, but right now I'm just trying to avoid or subvert awful cowboy movie tropes. Any ideas?

White and Jewish Men, Native American interactions in 1880s

I am vaguely concerned with how you only cite one of our posts about Native Americans, that was not written by a Native person, and do not cite any of the posts relating to this time period, or any posts relating to representation in media.

Sidenote: if you want us to give accurate reflections of the media you’re discussing, please tell us the NAME. I cannot go look up this movie based off this description to give you an idea of what my issues are with this scene, and must instead trust that the representation is good based off your judgement. I cannot make my own judgement. This is a problem. Especially since your whole question boils down to “this scene is good but not great and I want it to be great. How can I do that?”

Your baseline for “good” could very well be my baseline for “terrible hack job”. I can’t give you the proper education required for you to be able to accurately evaluate the media you’re watching for racist stereotypes if you don’t tell me what you’re even working with.

When you’re writing fanfic where the media is directly relevant to the question, please tell us the name of the media. We will not judge your tastes. We need this information in order to properly help you.

Moving on.

I bring up my concern for you citing that one—exceptionally old—post because it is lacking in many of the tropes that don’t exist in the media critique field but exist in the real world. This is an issue I have run into countless times on WWC (hence further concern you did not cite any other posts) and have spoken about at length.

People look at the media critique world exclusively, assume it is a complete evaluation of how Native Americans are seen in society, and as a result end up ignoring some really toxic stereotypes and then come to the inbox with “these characters aren’t abc trope, so they’re fine, but I want to rubber stamp them anyway. Anything wrong here?”. The answer is pretty much always yes.

Issue one: “Waylaid” by Native Americans

This wording is extremely loaded for one reason: Native American people are seen as tricksters, liars, and predators. This is the #1 trope that shows up in the real world that does not show up in media critique. It’s also the trope I have talked about the most when it comes to media representation, so you not knowing the trope is a sign you haven’t read the entirety of the Native tag—which is in the FAQ as something we would really prefer you did before coming at us to answer questions. It avoids us having to re-explain ourselves.

Now, hostility is honestly to be expected for the time period the movie is set in. This is in the beginnings (or ramping up) of residential schools in America* and Canada, we have generations upon generations of stolen or killed children, reserves being allocated perhaps hundreds of miles from sacred sites, and various wars with Plains and Southwest peoples are in full force (Wounded Knee would have happened in 1890, in December, and the Dakoa’s mass execution would have been in 1862. Those are just the big-name wars. There absolutely were others).

*America covers up its residential schools abuse extremely thoroughly, so if you try to research them in the American context you will come up empty. Please research Canada’s schools and apply the same abuse to America, as Canada has had a Truth and Reconciliation Commission about residential schools and therefore is more (but not completely) transparent about the abuse that happened. Please note that America’s history with residential schools is longer than Canada’s history. There is an extremely large trigger warning for mass child death when you do this research.

But just because the hostility is expected does not mean that this hostility would be treated well in the movie. Especially when you consider the sheer amount of tension between any Native actors and white actors, for how Sacheen Littlefeather had just been nearly beaten up by white actors at the 1973 Academy Awards for mentioning Wounded Knee, and the American Indian Religious Freedom Act had only been passed two years prior in 1978.

These Native actors would not have had the ability to truly consent to how they were shown, and this power dynamic has to be in your mind when you watch this scene over. I don’t care that the writers were from a discriminated-against background. This does not always result in being respectful, and I’ve also spoken about this power imbalance at length (primarily in the cowboy tag).

Documentaries and history specials made in the 2010s (with some degree of academic muster) will still fall into wording that harkens Indigenous people to wolves and settlers as frightened prey animals getting picked off by the mean animalistic Natives. This is not neutral, or good. This is perpetuating the myth that the settlers were helpless, just doing their own thing completely unobtrusively, and then the evil territorial Native Americans didn’t want to share.

To paraphrase Batman: if I had a week I couldn’t explain all the reasons that’s wrong.

How were these characters waylaid by the Native population? Because that answer—which I cannot get because you did not name the media—will determine how good the framing is. But based on the time period this movie was made alone, I do not trust it was done respectfully.

Issue 2: “Befriending”

I mentioned this was in an intense period of residential schools and land wars all in that area. The Ute themselves had just been massacred by Mormons in the Grass Valley Massacre in 1865, with ten men and an unknown number of women and children killed thanks to a case of assumed association with a war chief (Antonga Black Hawk) currently at war with Utah. The Paiute had been massacred in 1866. Over 100 Timpanogo men had been killed, with an unknown number of women and children enslaved by Brigham Young in Salt Lake City in 1850, with many of the enslaved people dying in captivity (those numbers were not tracked, but I would assume at least two hundred were enslaved— that’s simply assuming one woman/wife and one child for every man, and the numbers could have very well been higher if any war-widows and their children were in the group, not to mention families with multiple children). This is after an unknown group of Indigenous people had been killed by Governor Brigham Young the year prior, to “permanently stop cattle theft” from settlers.

The number of Native Americans killed in Utah in the 1800s—just the number of dead counted (since women and children weren’t counted)—in massacres not tied to war (because there was at least one war) is over 130. The actual number of random murders is much higher; between the uncounted deaths and how the Governor had issued orders to “deal with” the problem of cattle theft permanently. I doubt you would have been tried or convicted if you murdered Indigenous peoples on “your” land. This is why it’s called state sanctioned genocide.

This is not counting the Black Hawk War in Utah (1865-1872), which the Ute were absolutely a part of (the wiki articles I read were contradictory if Antonga Black Hawk was Ute or Timpanogo, but the Ute were part of it). The first official massacre tied to the war—the Bear River Massacre, ordered by the US Military—places the death count of just that singular massacre at over five hundred Shoshone, including elders, women, and children. It would not be unreasonable to assume that the number of Indigenous people killed in Utah from 1850, onward, is over a thousand, perhaps two or three.

Pardon me for not reading beyond that point to list more massacres and simply ballparking a number; the source will be linked for you to get an accurate number of dead.

So how did they befriend the Native population? Let alone see them as fully human considering the racism of the time period? Natives were absolutely not seen as fully human so long as they were tied to their culture, and assimilation equalling some sliver of respect was already a stick being waved around as a threat. This lack of humanity continues to the present day.

I’m not saying friendship is impossible. I am saying the sheer levels of mistrust that would exist between random wandering groups of white/pale men and Indigenous communities wouldn’t exactly make that friendship easy. Having the scene end be a genuine friendship feels ignorant and hollow and flattening of ongoing genocide, because settlers lied about their intentions and then lined you up for slauther (that’s how the Timpanogo were killed and enslaved).

Utah had already done most of its mass killing by this point. The era of trusting them was over. There was an active open hunting season, and the acceptable targets were the Indigenous populations of Utah.

(sources for the numbers:

List of Indian Massacres in North America Black Hawk War (1865-1872))

Issue 3: “Proper housing/clothes and so forth”

Do you mean Western style settlements and jeans? If yes, congratulations you have written a reservation which means the land-ripped-away wounds are going to be fresh, painful, and sore.

You do not codify what you mean by “proper”, and proper is another one of those deeply loaded colonial words that can mean “like a white man” or “appropriate for their tribe.” For the time period, it would be the former. Without specifying which direction you’re going for, I have no idea what you’re imagining. And without the name of the media, I don’t know what the basis of this is.

The reservation history of this time period seems to maybe have some wiggle room; there were two reservations allocated for the Ute at this time, one made in 1861 and another made in 1882 (they were combined into the Uintah and Ouray Indian Reservation in 1886). This is all at the surface level of a google and wikipedia search, so I have no idea how many lived in the bush and how many lived on the reserve.

There were certainly land defenders trying to tell Utah the land did not belong to them, so holdouts that avoided getting rounded up were certainly possible. But these holdouts would be far, far more hostile to anyone non-Native.

The Ute seemed to be some degree of lucky in that the reserve is on some of their ancestral territory, but any loss of land that large is going to leave huge scars.

It should be noted that reserves would mean the traditional clothing and housing would likely be forbidden, because assimilation logic was in full force and absolutely vicious at this time.

It’s a large reserve, so the possibility exists they could have accidentally ended up within the borders of it. I’m not sure how hostile the state government was for rounding up all the Ute, so I don’t know if there would have been pockets of them hiding out. In present day, half of the Ute tribe lives on the reserve, but this wasn’t necessarily true historically—it could have been a much higher percentage in either direction.

It’s up to you if you want to make them be reservation-bound or not. Regardless, the above mentioned genocide would have been pretty fresh, the land theft in negotiations or already having happened, and generally, the Ute would be well on their way to every assimilation attempt made from either residential schools, missionaries, and/or the forced settlement and pre-fab homes.

To Answer Your Question

I don’t want another flattened, sanitized portrayal of genocide.

Look at the number of dead above, the amount of land lost above, the amount of executive orders above. And try to tell me that these people would be anything less than completely and totally devastated. Beyond traumatized. Beyond broken hearted. Absolutely grief stricken with almost no soul left.

Their religion would have been illegal. Their children would have been stolen. Their land was taken away. A saying about post-apocalyptic fiction is how settler-based it is, because Indigenous people have already lived through their own apocalypse.

It would have all just happened at the time period this story is set in. All of the grief you feel now at the environment changing so drastically that you aren’t sure how you’ll survive? Take that, magnify it by an exponential amount because it happened, and you have the mindset of these Native characters.

This is not a topic to tread lightly. This is not a topic to read one masterpost and treat it as a golden rule when there is too much history buried in unmarked, overfull graves of school grounds and cities and battlefields. I doubt the movie you’re using is good representation if it doesn’t even hint at the amount of trauma these Native characters would have been through in thirty years.

A single generation, and the life that they had spent millennia living was gone. Despite massive losses of life trying to fight to preserve their culture and land.

Learn some history. That’s all I can tell you. Learn it, process it, and look outside of checklists. Look outside of media.

And let us have our grief.

~ Mod Lesya

On Question Framing

Please allow me the opportunity to comment on “are there things you'd LIKE to see in a movie where a white man and a Jewish man run into Native Americans in the 1880s?” That strikes me as the same type of question as asking what color food I’d like for lunch. I don’t see how the cultural backgrounds of characters I have literally no other information about is supposed to make me want anything in particular about them. I don’t know anything about their personalities or if they have anything in common.

Compare the following questions:

“Are there things you’d like to see in a movie where two American women, one from a Nordic background and one Jewish, are interacting?” I struggle to see how our backgrounds are going to yield any further inspiration. It certainly doesn’t tell you that we’re both queer and cling to each other’s support in a scary world; it doesn’t tell you that we uplift each other through mental illness; it doesn’t go into our 30 years of endless bizarre inside jokes related to everything from mustelids to bad subtitles.

Because: “white”, “Jewish”, and “Native American” aren’t personality words. You can ask me what kind of interaction I’d like to see from a high-strung overachieving woman and a happy-go-lucky Manic Pixie Dream Girl, and I’ll tell you I’d want fluffy f/f romance. Someone else might want conflict ultimately resolving in friendship. A third person might want them slowly getting on each other’s nerves more and more until one becomes a supervillain and the other must thwart her. But the same question about a cultural demographic? That told me nothing about the people involved.

Also, the first time I meet a new person from a very different culture, it might take weeks before discussion of our specific cultural differences comes up. As a consequence, my first deep conversations with a Costa Rican American gentile friend were not about Costa Rica or my Jewishness but about things we had in common: classical music and coping with breakups--which are obviously conversations I could have had if we were both Jewish, both Costa Rican gentiles, or both something else. So in other words, I’m having trouble seeing how knowing so little about these characters is supposed to give me something to want to see on the page.

Thank you for understanding.

(And yes, I agree with Lesya, what’s with this trend of people trying to explain their fandom in a roundabout way instead of mentioning it by name? It makes it harder to give meaningful help….)

--Shira

#platypan #genocide #native american #North America #america #history #american history #media #representation #asks

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tianshiisdead · 2 years ago

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Hiatus.

Info, tags, fandoms, BYF, etc. under the cut 💖🥮

FAQ is at the bottom, for any controversial questions about my choices on Hetalia and nation/culture personifications, please read that first before sending me an ask.

🍒 fandoms: hetalia, misc cdrama, babel _(´ཀ`」 ∠) _

🍒 other: history, politics, culture, rambles, etc.

🍒 English, Chinese, (some) Japanese, OK. I am slowly learning Russian, Arabic, and Manchu ✌️

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Art - #tiart

Politics, history, social issues, racism and orientalism, etc - #thoughts and stuff

Manchu cultural content - #manchu tag

Hui cultural content - #hui tag

Book/reading/research tag - #library tag

Fandom thonking - #tia rambles

Random thoughts - #diary

Angry complaining - #hater tag

Fandoms are tagged as such, characters are tagged (usually), discourse and current events are tagged, there are a few other tags for organization

Content warnings are '*content that is being warned*' and I tag gore, violence, abuse, etc. lmk if there's anything else you want tagged

🍓 hetalia 🍓

I talk about East Asia and its many tendrils

i love easia and unfortunately this includes japan. Basically any intraregional ship in the east+inner asian region I enjoy. No white x asian shipping sorry

China regional/cultural OCs @sinocore

asia 💖💖💖

multishipper, I'm mainly sticking around for my history interest so I’ll ship anything funny in history

菊耀/桜燕/桜耀/菊燕 fixed dynamics. idc about the rest

Not that into yts.... sowwy guys

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if you want anything tagged just shoot me an ask and I'll get on it

technically an art blog (lol)

My interests focus on the Japanese colonial era in East and Northeast Asia and subsequent decolonization/the ongoing modern effects of that. I don’t support Japanese imperialism.

annoyingly loud about (easian targeted) orientalism

the usual DNIs

🗿 FAQ 🗿

"Why make cultural minority and city OCs?"

The idea of the 'nation' is a fluid one, and our modern strictly bordered Westphalian Nation State is a western construct. Throughout history and cultures, movements of in vs outgroups that define 'national' identity and the ways government and scope of government interact with cultural borders are complex. I approach Hetalia's concept as one that can include groups with a shared cultural consciousness or define themselves as an in-group on a large enough level.

"What is 'Manchuria'? Why do you use 'Manchuria' for your character instead of Dongbei?"

My Manchuria OC doesn't represent the specifically bounded landmass but rather the Manchu people, who are one of but not the only indigenous group in Dongbei. I am well aware of the connotations and roots of the word 'Manchuria', however, given a) the naming conventions of Hetalia (ie Germany instead of German, China instead of Chinese) as well as b) the way 'Manchuria' is commonly accepted in English scholarship when speaking of the concept of a Manchu indigenous land, I choose to use it in place of 'Manchu'. I also have OCs representing the three provinces of Dongbei, and when speaking of the region I use Dongbei or 'Manchuria' in quotations if speaking of history before the Qing, or grouping it in with Inner Asia in some way.

I am not promoting the legitimacy of 'Manchuria' or the legacy of Japanese Imperialism that still affects my family to this day. If you are pro all of that please get off of my blog

I'm a HOI4 playing ww2 bro (half joke)

"What are your thoughts on racebending in Hetalia?"

Same as Irithnova and Peonycat's 👍 I was there when Peonycat's essay was written and we discussed it then. Idc about individualism and individual reclaimation tbqh my priority is broader structures and implications, I can't police you on what you can or can't do, but neither can you police other POC on discomfort.

#my japan main era… how embarassing

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imaginethathaikyuu · 4 years ago

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kinktober - day eighteen

ushijima wakatoshi - overstimulated

kinktober faq kinktober prompt list

NSFW warning featuring: overstimulation (in the emotional and sexual sense), vaginal unprotected sex, cunnilingus, slight body worship, words and phrasing like “slut” and “cockwhore,” rlly desperate/needy reader other tags: soft ushijma, probably ooc ushijima, established relationship, sweet talk and compliments, lots of “i love you’s,” poor and very fast pacing lol fem reader

word count: 2762

“You know I think you’re perfect, right?”

Seconds of silence passed - you kept time with the beats of your heart, and Wakatoshi seemed to do the same as he tapped a synced rhythm against your leg. Was it really beating that loud?

You never knew how to reply when he said things like that to you, and seeing him sitting between your legs, towering over you only made finding words harder. You could only mumble his name, avoiding his stark gaze that’d been stuck on your face, trying not to feel so embarrassed because of your boyfriend’s out of place words.

He pulled your leg up to his shoulder by wrapping a hand around your ankle, and he was careful to keep watching you as his lips pressed to your calf. He was smirking, happy with himself and the way he’d gotten under your skin. He knew you weren’t used to words of affirmation - he wasn’t used to saying them, either, but any embarrassment he felt was completely weighed out by yours.

And there was something he liked about that.

“I love you.”

“Toshi,” you whined.

“I do,” he said, kissing up the inside of your leg. “Won’t you say it back?”

“No,” you huffed, “you’re teasing,” and his fingers curled under your knee to make you laugh, “quit! That tickles, stop!”

He laughed with you, a deep sound coming from his chest, and only let up because you’d gotten dangerously close to kicking him in the head.

His kisses had made it to your inner thigh, now, and they were slow and feather light.

“I’m not teasing,” he said with a raised brow. “I just want you to know that I love you - is there something wrong with that?”

He started kissing your other thigh, mumbled words into your skin, “You’re so perfect,” before giving in to your strained breaths and pleading whimpers by trailing his kisses up to the apex of your legs. “So beautiful.”

If this were any other man, you would have been sure that these words were nothing more than lip service - sweet talk laced with insincerity, just to get you into the giving mood.

But this was Wakatoshi - your Wakatoshi who, some nights, says less than five words from start to finish. Some nights, he asks you to pour your heart out to him. And some nights, he’s the one mumbling words that he pulls out of his heart and crafts into sentences he deems as worthy for you to hear. Wakatoshi wouldn’t say something he didn’t mean - especially not to you.

But, that’s what made it harder to hear. You could bare yourself in front of him, pull his body into yours, beg him for your deepest desires, yet, Wakatoshi being honest and vocal about his love for you is what crossed your line of vulnerability.

That’s what left you in a puddle underneath him, and you loved this side of him more than you’d ever admit.

It was all soft, the way he lapped his tongue into you, the circles he was rubbing into your hip, the look in his hooded eyes pointed up at you. A slow burn, melting you gently, coaxing you into relaxing for him.

“You still won’t say it back?”

Nimble fingers spread you open, and cool air blew from his pursed lips against your soaked skin, and it left you with a type of uncomfort you wanted more of - you’d chase it, and he’d hold your hips down.

He was rubbing those three words out of you with his thumb on your clit, watching as your back arched for him and your mouth fell open with no regard for the sounds that fell out of it.

And he loved your every sigh and whimper and whine, but he wanted to hear something else more. All it took was two slow fingers tucked into you, curling into just the right spot for him to hear it: “Love you, Toshi, so much, I - oh - I love you so much.”

You missed the smirk that grew on his face, the way his ears turned red and the chuckle that left his chest. If you could stop squeezing your eyes shut you would have caught the way he was looking at you like you’d just gifted him all the stars in the sky, but you were sure if you opened your eyes the daze you were in would fade away.

Wakatoshi couldn’t take it anymore - the more he watched your pretty face, the more he wanted to kiss you and love you and fuck you, and as much as he hated to abandon the home he’d built between your legs, he had to give in to what he needed.

As soon as you felt his fingers slip out of you, you felt his lips on yours, but his kiss did nothing to stifle the cry that wailed from your throat. It was like he’d just left you out in the open, built you up to nothing, left you empty and needing only him to quell your desire. He’d shown you your deepest needs and then said you can’t have them, and you didn’t know what to do other than beg him for it.

This clingy impatience was rare, and he never meant to work you up like this, but he loved your teary eyes and pouty lips, he loved knowing just how much you needed him.

“Need you,” he said, quiet, like he didn’t want anyone else to hear - as if anyone else was around. He had to swallow hard just so he could get another measly sentence out, “I need you so much.”

You tightened your legs around him and drew him in, as if the fabric of his shorts wasn’t in between you, and you felt every inch of how much he wanted you pressed right against you.

Both of you needed to hurry this up, and he tugged his shorts off as if this was a timed event. Usually calm and collected, well put together Wakatoshi was the complete opposite now, completely unravelling at the thought of having to wait even another second to be inside you.

And with you pulling him in, being so eager and inviting, it would hardly take that long. A hiss from him and a cry from you sounded in the air and resonated through the room as he sunk into you.

“You’re always… so tight, fuck - so perfect for me.”

He didn’t give you a slow start this time, not even a moment to adjust before he was pounding into your heat at a full force. And it shouldn’t have felt so good right from the start, but it was like there was just something in the air, something that heightened your senses and made you feel lighter.

Even if he was acting frantically, every single movement was still controlled. The thrust of his hips and the kisses he left on your neck and even his breathing, he controlled all of it. He didn’t seem half as desperate as you did, even though he felt moreso.

You knew you would cum sooner rather than later - he had built you up for it, afterall, but you suspected he’d be quick to follow. You surely didn’t think he’d be rubbing your clit and sending you towards a second orgasm before he even acknowledged your first, before two minutes had even passed, before your legs were finished quivering underneath him.

You were absolutely screaming his name and Wakatoshi was smiling through it, a self satisfied grin that gave away any and all pride he was feeling in the moment.

“What’s got you so worked up, hm?” he asked, slowing down as if he needed to break and catch his breath - even though he very obviously didn’t. He was toying with you, running a thumb along your jaw and tilting your head back to meet his eyes, “What’s gotten into you, love?”

You weren’t sure what exactly was swimming around in his eyes - some mixture of sadism and pride - as his pace sped up again.

Maybe it was all the praise he’d thrown your way before that had your senses dialed up, or maybe it was because you’d gone over a week without doing this with him - you weren’t sure. It was all combined with the way he was serving you, that’s what really sent you flying.

With all of his resolve, you weren’t sure how long he was going to be pounding you like this, lasting through every orgasm he forced from you with ease, and you didn’t know how long you could handle it.

You cried out his name and he knew, with the cracks in your voice and the tightening of your walls around his cock, and his eyes rolled back in his head because this is exactly how he likes it. Struggling to pull out of you because you’re squeezing him so damn tight, wiping away your tears as he abuses that same oversensitive spot again and again with the tip of his cock, reaching as deep inside of you as he possibly could because of how much he was forcing his thrusts - this is exactly what he needs, it’s exactly what all that build up was for.

“One more,” he said through gritted teeth, raising a hand to slap back down on your ass just to feel you clench. “You’ll cum for me one more time - I’ll cum with you this time, sweetheart, let me have one more from my good girl.”

“I can’t, Toshi - please - fuck -” and his thumb back on your clit completely cut off your ability to finish that sentence.

“But I thought you loved me,” he joked with a cheeky grin, leaning down to rest his forehead against the side of your head. “Too much?”

Despite the soft worry in his tone, he didn’t let up in fucking the life out of you, because he knew what your answer was going to be. If it really was too much, you would have kicked him off of you by now. You wouldn’t be thrusting your hips into his, dripping around his cock and onto the sheets, head thrown back moaning mantras of his name.

“Just don’t stop, Toshi,” and he wondered if you knew he had no plans to. “Don’t stop - just keep, fuck - there, I - I’m -”

“Already? Oh, you’re so sensitive tonight, aren’t you?”

Your petty moans, whiny gasps, unstoppable cries were rare - he’d rejoice when he heard them, like they’d just played his favorite song at the bar, like he’d just heard you explain your love for him for the first time - these sounds were impossibly delightful, and were the only sign you’d give him that you were truly at your limit. You always hated being needy, you never wanted to be so desperate for him that you’d fall over yourself at the mere thought of getting fucked right by him, but Wakatoshi so easily turns you into putty in his hands. He so easily makes you out to be nothing but cock hungry - an in love slut who only wants to cum again, who cries out for him if he so much as acts like he won’t give you what you want.

And it was embarrassing to come out of, finding the tear stains on your cheeks when looking in the mirror and realizing how whiny you had really become for him. But, to Wakatoshi, it was everything he wanted. To strip you down until your essence was nothing but a mere need for pleasure only he’s capable of giving you is one of the few wonders in his life - to boil you down into this desperate cockwhore is the one thing that leaves him seeing stars. There was no feeling that could compare to being needed so badly by someone like you, someone he loves in his deepest core, the person he needs more than anything. It left him thriving. It willed him to keep moving his hips despite the burn in his thighs and the loud creaks of the bed frame. It had him needing you even more, whining into your neck like a dog.

It was all really starting to become too much, now; the burn from being fucked past three orgasms was no longer sickeningly sweet. The only thing keeping you going was your need for him to cum for you, with you, in you - it was all you could think about, and you begged for it.

He lifted his head and looked at you, sweat keeping his hair pressed to his forehead, jaw slack, eyes nearly closed, and you knew he was almost there. He always got so overwhelmed when he was close; he’d grab your hands and hold them into the mattress above your head, gripping your wrists tight. He’d look down and watch your connection in what seemed to be awe, watching the way your body accepted him so eagerly. A moan or two would slip out, curse words and your name all jumbling together to become the soundtrack of your final orgasm of the night.

And it was much less strong than the ones before it - you were too worn out and it barely reached your toes, it didn’t send you into a quivering mess on the sheets or throw you into a whirlwind, and you were glad for it as you watched the sight before you.

Because Wakatoshi was flying, with the prettiest face you’ve ever seen; bottom lip between his teeth and eyes screwed shut, lost in his own world as he pumped into you, his warmth spilling into your whole body as you took everything he had. Getting to see him unraveling like this was a privilege in its own right, and every time you were able to catch it was better than in your dreams.

“Fuck, Toshi, you’re so pretty,” you said, sneaking a hand from his grip to hold his face. Your lips caught his in a lazy, open kiss as he rode it out, savoring every second of this feeling, letting himself get lost in you.

He released his grip on your other hand, his touch sliding down your arm and all down your body until it met your hip as he started kissing you right, still not finished with you. His thrusts had become slower but not yet still, like he wasn’t ready for it to be over.

His hand moved under your thigh to push your leg up against your stomach, bent at the knee, giving him more access to you as he pounded out his final thrusts.

Sucking in his teeth as he finally forced himself to stop, he tried his best to find the words he wanted to say and yet came up quiet. He had so much to tell you - he needed to explain his feelings to you even though he just showed you every part of his heart. But he couldn’t get the words right, so he stayed silent as he severed your connection.

He immediately clung right to you, laying on top of you, every weak joint on his body giving into gravity’s pull.

“You should take a shower,” he said, and you laughed at the casual absurdity of his tone.

“Says you,” you replied, running your hand through his sweat drenched hair to get your point across.

“Should change the sheets, too.”

“You’re supposed to be telling me sweet pillow talk,” you said, “not giving me a to-do list.”

He lifted his head up so he could look at you. “Didn’t we already do the sweet pillow talk?”

“No!” you laughed. “Get off of me, you’re heavy, I’m getting squashed.”

“You’re supposed to be cuddling me back.”

“You aren’t cuddling me, you’re flattening me,” and you slid out from under him just enough so you could breathe again.

He lifted himself up just enough so he could look down at you, and you held his face in both hands and pulled him in.

“I love you,” you told him before a soft kiss.

“I know.”

“Aren’t you going to say it back?”

“You already know,” he replied, laying on his side and tucking you into him, cuddling with you properly this time. Wakatoshi was comfortable and warm and loved, so entirely loved, and it made something swirl around in his chest. His heart skipped a beat just from looking at you. He loved you, and you knew that, but, “I’ll say it as many times as you want me to, though. I love you, too.”

#im nervous posting this i hope i didnt leave any big mistakes lmfao #kinktober 2020 #not family friendly #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines

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starryevermore · 3 years ago

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between the pages ✧ ransom drysdale

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pairing: president of the university dark!ransom drysdale x librarian!reader

summary: he’s the kind of man that takes what he wants and, right now, that’s you.

word count: 2,581

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, this is a dark fic so read all of the warnings before you choose to read this, you are responsible for your own media consumption, noncon, fingering, unprotected sex, semi-public sex (at the dinner table and in a bathroom), slight degradation, slight breeding kink, not proofread

note: given the nature of the fic, i've decided to not tag people as i usually would in case this is not something they want to be subjected to.

Ransom Drysdale had not been president of the university for very long, only for the fall semester thus far, but he’d certainly left an impression on everyone. It seemed as thought he had everyone wrapped around his finger. Students, faculty, staff. Everyone seemed to worship the ground the man walked on, singing his praises all the live long day. Everyone, except for you.

When he first got the job, he’d thrown a lavish party at his home that he invited all of the faculty and staff to. You were convinced it was a way to just show off his wealth, which was greater than what you would’ve assumed someone working in higher education would make, even if they had been president at three other universities before this one. You’d later learn at that very same party that he was trust fund baby, and that was all you needed to know. The man probably paid off the hiring committee to win them over, probably wanting another title under his belt, another success story to boast about at dinner parties. But you wouldn’t fall victim to his pathetic games. You wouldn’t allow yourself to be woo’d by him like the rest of them were.

It was almost sad how quickly everyone began to sing of President Drysdale’s praises. They spoke so highly of him despite next to nothing about him, aside from his accolades. But, then, you heard from your fellow librarian, Heather, that apparently he had a penchant for, well, what could best be described as wild…escapades. Honestly, the stories she told made sure stomach churn. How could someone who was projecting such professionalism manage to be so…feral behind the scenes and no one between the wiser?

(Money. The answer was money. The kind of money he seemed to have could make anybody shut up.)

You were in the midst of listening to Heather regale some story she’d heard about how Ransom had fucked a dean at his last university in the middle of a meeting room just before a meeting, about how he only smirked and laughed when a meek professor accidentally walked in, and how he asked if that professor wanted a go when he was done. You gasped at the story, too enthralled by it to notice a man passing you by, a large hand reaching out and squeezing your ass.

Jumping, you whipped your head around and felt your jaw go slack when you realized just who had touched you. Had…had the president of the university just done that? In front of everyone? And, oh my god, was he winking at you now?

You quickly turned back to Heather, ready to ask if she’d seen what just happened, but you were cut off before you could even begin.

“If everyone could please come into the dining room and find their seats, dinner will be served shortly,” a butler announced.

Slowly, everyone began filing into the large room, looking around at the place cards to find out where they’d be sat for the meal. You quickly spotted your card, and made your way over to the table. But then uour heart dropped to your stomach when you realized who you would be sitting beside. Dr. Ransom Drysdale himself. You tried steadying your breathing, walking over to your vacant chair. You smoothed out the skirt of your dress as you sat, trying to direct your attention to anything that wasn’t the intimidating man to your left. But, it was fruitless. Everyone was sat at round tables, something about how it made everyone “equals”, but you only considered it a prison, with how close you were forced to sit next to that man.

And, even if that wasn’t the case, Ransom seemed to ignore all social norms the moment you took your seat. One of his large hands rested on your though, his fingertips dancing over the hem, as he leaned over and said in a low tone, “I don’t think we’ve met yet. I’m Ransom.”

You gave him a tight-lipped smile, trying to not pay attention to the way his hand was inching up your thigh, pulling your dress up with it. “Y/N.”

“Such a pretty name, petal. What do you do?”

Should you smack his hand away? It was…It was getting too close, far too close for comfort. But, then you’d make a scene. And were you ready to accuse the new president of the university of trying to cop a feel? Were you ready for the repercussions of doing that, of it being his word against yours? When he already had so much money and power that he’d undoubtedly get whatever he wanted?

“I work the main desk in the library.”

“Oh, so you like reading?”

You forced the bile rising up your throat back down as his fingers reached your sex. “Uh, yeah, I do. Call it cliché, but I love the classics.”

“Yeah? What’s your favorite?”

Your breath hitched as you felt him push your panties away, slipping inside as they danced over your slick folds. Fuck, how could you be so wet by this? This wasn’t right. This wasn’t right at all. He couldn’t be doing this—what made him think he had the right? Yet, you couldn’t find it in you to stop him.

“Oh, I don’t know about favorites,” you stammered, trying to stop a moan from spilling out. Shit, that might be worse than accusing him of assault—everyone thinking you’d just let a stranger finger you under the table at dinner. But…that was what you were doing, wasn’t it? You didn’t know Ransom, knew nothing but rumors and accomplishments, and you weren’t doing anything to get away. “Um, but I’ve been re-reading Crime and Punishment, so I suppose that would be my favorite at the moment if I had to pick.”

“Punishment, yeah?” He smirked, his fingers curling expertly inside you. Shit, shit, shit, why did he have to be so good at this? Was it not enough that this was happening to you against your will? Must you enjoy it too? “I’d be more than glad to punish you any day of the week, petal. Already thinkin’ of something right now, for being such a naughty girl at dinner. You should know better than to let a handsome stranger just have his way with you where anyone could see.”

Your face heated at his words, the severity of the situation weighing down on you as you felt the coil in the pit of your stomach tighten. How was no one seeing this? How was no one hearing this? How could no one care about what was happening at you? Not even the people within earshot of you could seem to pay attention to what was happening, blissfully unaware of the forced bliss you were experiencing.

“I—”

“Shh, don’t fight it, pretty girl. Come for me, and I’ll give you everything you want,” he grinned, his thumb circling over your clit.

You bit down on your lip, shutting your eyes as tightly as you could, as the coil snapped. Shit, fuck, don’t moan, don’t moan, don’t moan. Don’t let anyone know what happened. No one could no what happened. No one could know that someone you didn’t even fucking know was playing with you and you fucking enjoyed. You could never live down the shame.

Slowly, his fingers

“Ah, look, dinner is served,” he noted, nodding at the servers coming out with trays of food. He brought his fingers to his lips, his tongue swirling over them as he tasted your juices. “I like to start with dessert, though, so don’t worry, petal, you’re not the only naughty one here.”

Dinner was a blur, you still reeling from what the hell just happened. How could you just not do anything? How had everything you’d ever been taught about what to do when a man came onto just…fly out the window? Your mind was running a mile a minute as you tried to sort through your emotions. By the time dessert was being served, you felt like you were going to throw up. You quietly excused yourself to go to the bathroom, not noticing the footfalls shortly behind you.

You weaved your way through the house, trying to find a bathroom far, far away from Ransom. You wanted as much distance between the two of you as possible. Shit, you should just leave. But would that be rude? What would people think if you left? Could you come up with some excuse? Something about a family emergency? Or was that too obvious?

Shutting the bathroom door behind you, it took everything in you to not just collapse on the floor and cry. Should you go to the police? But what would you say? What could they do? Was there even any sort of DNA evidence to prove what he did? No, no, there probably wasn’t. That was a stupid idea. And, really, if you went to the police, pressed charges or filed a report or whatever it was, you were sure it would only turn out worse for you in the end. You’d risk losing your job, probably. Your reputation would be ruin. You’d probably have to rebuild your entire life from the ground up. Men like Dr. Ransom Drysdale don’t just let such accusations, even if they were true, slide on by without punishing those who spoke out. You’d be ruined.

What choice did you have?

You leaned over the sink, clutching at the counter, as you attempted to come up with some sort of plan. But anything you could think of disappeared when you heard the door open and shut, followed by the quiet click of the lock. You were almost too scared to look up, to confirm you fears of who was in the room with you.

But you needn’t make the choice, because his hands were on your hips, spinning you around to face him. One hand went under your chin, tilting your head up until you were forced to look him in the eyes. Ransom’s eyes held a dark glint as he leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours, before moving down to your neck.

“Good idea, petal, decidin’ to come in here,” he mumbled, sucking a spot on your neck. As you hit your fists against his chest, he continued, “Better for us anyways. Wanna little privacy when I take you. Then we can worry about showing everyone else who you belong to, yeah?”

“Get off me!” you shrieked, trying to wiggle your way out of the cage he’d trapped you in.

“Shh, there’s no need for that. You don’t gotta pretend like you don’t want this, pretty girl. I felt how wet you got when I was fingerin’ you under the table, how you clenched around my fingers like a fuckin’ vice. You want this as much as I do. I know it, I just know it.”

“No, I don’t!”

He pulled away, his eyes darker now, as he snapped, “Yes, you fuckin’ do. And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll fuckin’ listen to what I tell you to do. Understand?”

You froze.

“I said, do you understand? Or you too much of a dumb bitch to follow basic directions?”

“I-I understand.”

“Good girl. Now, take that pretty little dress off,” he ordered.

You blinked, before reaching around the back of your dress and grasping the zipper, slowly pulling it down until it could go down no further, shrugging the fabric off your shoulders. You didn’t wait for your next order, knowing where this was heading and too scared to put up a fight as you slipped your bra straps off and unhooking it, letting it fall to the floor. Then you reached down, hooking your fingers around the waistband of your panties and slipping them down your legs.

“Good girl, guess you’re not that much of a dumb bitch,” he snickered, his hands falling to his belt and unbuckling it, sliding his trousers down his legs. Then he reached out, grabbing onto one of your legs and hooking it around your waist, his hardened cock brushing against your core.

You screwed your eyes shut, trying to ignore just how big he felt. God, how was he even going to fit? No one you’d ever been with before had been this huge. Surely he’d split you open if he even tried to fuck you.

He teased the tip of his cock against your wet pussy, mumbling, “Usually, I’d be kinder with the foreplay, but I don’t think I can wait any longer, petal.”

You yelped as he forced his cock into you, him forcing himself all the way in.

“God, you’re fuckin’ tighter than I thought you’d be,” he groaned. “Shit, might come from this alone. Ah, but don’t worry, if that happens, I’ll still make sure you get your turn, too, pretty girl.”

He stilled for a moment, just a moment, as he fully sheathed himself inside you. But that moment didn’t last long, his hips snapping back before harshly thrusting into you before you even had time to adjust to the fullness of him in you. Gasping, you gripped his biceps, your nails digging into the suit jacket.

“Oh, God,” you moaned, “please, stop.”

He only laughed, speeding up his thrusts. “No can do, petal. Been lookin’ for a girl like you for a long time. A pretty little girl, all shy and compliant. Doesn’t act out against me. Shit, I ain’t ever lettin’ you go. Not when you and this pussy is so fuckin’ good.”

You pushed against him, trying to get away, but both his strength and the pleasure you were feeling proved to be too much. You found yourself chasing another orgasm, falling against his broad chest, letting out a scream as you came.

“Shit, that’s right, baby, milk my fuckin’ cock. Take everything I give you, you fuckin’ bitch,” he moaned. “This is all you’re good for, taking my cock up your pretty little pussy. Shit, you’re squeezin’ me real good. God, you love this don’t ya? You love being my little cocksleeve, huh? Don’t worry, you ain’t gettin’ away after tonight.”

He came with a shout, painting your walls with his spend as he continued to slowly thrust into you. “God, you’re fuckin’ perfect.”

You sniffled, all of the feelings rushing to the surface as you tried to process what had happened. Shit, shit, shit, he’d come in you without a condom. And you weren’t on anything. Oh, god, what if—

“Hopefully it takes,” he whispered against the shell of your ear. “But, just in case it doesn’t, get your pretty little ass up to my room, yeah? Just up the stairs, first door on the right. I’ll deal with the guests. You ain’t gonna be leavin’ my bed til you’re all round with my kid.”

That had been months ago. Now, you had a shiny diamond ring on your finger and the promise that Ransom would have you married to him shortly after you give birth to the twins babies you were now carrying. You’d long since resigned from your job at the university, him telling you that he would provide you with everything you wanted so long as you remained under his roof, following his rules.

You had no way out, not when Ransom had you perfectly trapped in the story of his life.

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