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lindszeppelin · 11 months ago

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I almost feel bad for some of the Kaustin shippers. So many have done face reveals and/or use their real names/provide other identifying information about themselves.

Like, most are young and in Kaia’s peer group or younger. I was wise beyond my years when I was that age but boy did I get more polished with age. I’m beyond glad there is no internet footprints of most of my thoughts and opinions from that age! I’d say they should know better, but they don’t have the perspective to how much their thoughts on relationships will change as they experience more relationships and witness how other people’s relationships fall apart. It’s the curse of being young: you think you know more than you do. They don’t know that how you feel in your early twenties will not necessarily hold up the rest of your life. That said, I low key feel Mollie should know better. She’s in freakin’ law school and is essentially studying and analyzing consequences at the end of the day. Like…does she think law firms or clients can’t one day come across her blog, tweets, photos (whether they’re still live when she officially enters that profession or on something like screenshots or the way back machine that someone will track down her footprint…which will be fine bc she’s literally teaching her followers how to better stalk Austin via the way back machine 🙄🙄🙄🙄) will find her literal stalking and investing sooooo much time into a relationship between people she’ll never meet cute or professional or even remotely okay? Like how is she not scared that this could be a huge embarrassment and liability to be such a rabid fan who follows several people’s every move? It’s a terrible look professionally.

Like I said, I kinda feel bad bc you don’t know what you don’t know. But they also write fan fiction as they go based on tips of icebergs (largely out of context) and are thinking it’s cool to leave their identifiable information out there. I don’t think I would have done that even at 22 so I cannot wrap my head around it. Sorry- just wanted to vent about this.

Related: I hate it when they say we’re infantilizing Kaia or any young women when we point out age differences aren’t cool. No, we’re 🚨warning🚨 them based on what we’ve learned. Not every older dude is a predator- I don’t think Austin is “ preying” on Kaia. But you hit a few nails on the head some posts back talking about him being a bit lost when he met Kaia. He had just finished some intense projects and was still likely finding himself post his relationship with Vanessa. Yes, it had been 2ish years but a) it was a long ass relationship, b) he wasn’t even living in LA the entire time between relationships and didn’t go home/see his family and c) throw in a global pandemic in there so those 2 years were weird AF. I’m personally of the belief that if an older man is with a younger girl something is a bit off, even if it’s neutral (read: not a bad guy or a predator) but is in a weird place or hasn’t grown into their adult life yet and just has a bit more work to do. I personally think he should have stayed single a bit longer to grow into his adult self. I don’t judge him for going for a younger woman and I semi get it, as I also believe we mentally/emotionally revert back to the relative age we were when a relationship began (post break up). He was so young when he and V got together and was in a serious relationship in his twenties. Of course he’s going to relate to younger people for a hot moment (and that’s not taking away his intelligence or maturity in other ways…this can happen to the best of us). But yeah, he should stayed single and someone should teach Kaia that older men who wanna date young women probably aren’t the best idea for a spectrum of reasons. It’s not infantilizing- it’s a warning, it’s concern, and it’s about being literate about human psychology and behaviors regarding patterns and societal standards that we need to rethink.

Sorry this was longer than I intended. I guess I’ve been wanting to say all of this for some time so it was bottled up. Hope it didn’t come across as a hater- I don’t hate Austin (I’m side eyeing and running out of patience the longer this goes on bc I believe him to be smarter than this, but I still don’t think he’s a bad dude.) As I said, this happens to the best of us and it’s not an attack. Life is messy and dialogues about this stuff are important. And bc we’ve lived it, those young whipper snappers should respect their elders and not gaslight our lived experience/observations/lessons learned 😂

Hello anon! I just wanted to have some dinner and craft a response for you, because damn this was so well put together that it deserves a little more depth of analysis from me. So thank you for taking your time to write in your thoughts.

Off the top, I do agree that the younger generation is way too lax with how they throw around their identifying information out there on social media. A lot of them just aren't aware that whatever you post online leaves a footprint, and even if you try to delete it or conceal it, it will always be there. So even if they think they're being cocky by revealing their faces and leaving their names and where they live and such out there without a care, welp that is gonna come back around and haunt them later. Us millennials (i assume you're a fellow millennial, or Gen X at most lol) know the dangers of the internet as we grew up with the beginnings of social media. I would think twice if i were these kids uploading their faces and other shit to twitter/tumblr. Employers can find all of this even when the shippers don't think they can.

I think when we were these shippers ages we all said some pretty cringe shit online. Here's hope that as these kids grow up they realize the damage they can do by how their words and actions can affect others. And I will also just say here that just because someone goes to college for higher learning doesn't mean they are smarter than anyone else. Book smarts don't equal street smarts. and in this world I highly value being street smart and internet smart over book smart. And i think we all know that not every profession is well suited to everyone that signs up for that career field. Passing the bar is insanely difficult and even then, do you know how many half assed shitty lawyers there are out there roaming these streets? Crazy.

The stalking in this fandom is horrific, and if she really is dishing out details on how to stalk Austin's past social medias to obtain information, then they are certified crazy. It's giving straight jacket. It's giving delusional stalker. And to answer your question of how they can overlook what they say online...arrogance and ego, simply put. You think you're untouchable until one day you're not.

This point you bring up here about Austin and Kaia, dude, amazing. This needed to be said. You are so correct. Of course Austin is not a predator. Only fucking idiots would say that shit and compare him to Leo. This man clearly went through the ringer, and his choice in dating partner only reflects the mental state he was in (and might still be lingering in) at that time. He had a full fledged identity crisis meanwhile he flew to London straight after being released from the Hospital in Australia and filmed MOTA, then a few short months later he met Kaia under questionable circumstances. Plus the whirlwind of the award season and the hefty Elvis press tour is so much for a person to handle, especially when this was his first time doing both of those. No man or woman under normal circumstances would get mixed up with someone much younger than them (especially when the younger one hasn't even been a legal adult for that long). it's really a reflection of a switch not being turned on for the older person AND fucked up trauma somewhere in the young person. Trauma all around really.

At kaia's age, being with a man much older than her might have given the impression to others that she was so wise beyond her years, but she's a damn child. She shows her age all the time when she takes pictures with her young friends, go to these embarrassing parties that involve BDSM or sex or fanfiction readings in her "perverted bookclub". That is all stuff a 22 year old and younger would probably be found doing. That is not something a functioning adult who's doing okay would engage in. Plus, by her own admission she has been around men much older than he all her life thanks to Cindy pushing her to model since she was so young. So she is fucked up from that, and dating older men is what she is used to. She thinks it's normal. But in reality, it's not. And it's the fact that these shippers who are her age DON'T have a problem with it, but those of us who are close to Austin's age have a MASSIVE problem with it.

You're telling me that if theses shippers were to see a regular 32 year old man holding hands with a 22 year old out and about in the grocery store or whatever that they'd be cool with it? No, you side eye that shit. It is not normal or usual, it is odd. I as a near 30 year old woman would never in my life consider dating someone Kaia's age, are you for fucking real? In Hollywood this weirdo shit might be immorally normalized, but in regular society it is NOT OKAY. And I hope Austin get out of this funk he's been in for 2-3 years now. Continuing to be with her will only further damage himself in the long run, as you can clearly tell this man is not in love with her.

I think I hit on everything I wanted to comment on, but honestly I don't remember so im just gonna leave it here lol.

#lindsay's anon asks

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apocalypticavolition · 3 months ago

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Let's (re)Read The Dragon Reborn! Chapter 33: Within The Weave

People who save perfectly good images as ".webp" should be kept in cages like this. People who post spoilers for the whole Wheel of Time series underneath the Keep reading line below should be allowed to do whatever they wish.

This chapter starts with the Wheel icon both for the metaphysical discussion he and Moiraine have about the Pattern and because Perrin's about to meet one of his closest companions and greatest supporters, and also Faile.

If dogs had been able to make footprints on stone, he would have said it was the print of a large hound.

Poor Perrn, still sheltered enough to go "Yep, there couldn't possibly be any kind of evil dog out there that leaves marks in the stone." How stupid of him.

Perrin only shook his head. There was no way to explain to Loial that he did not dare sleep soundly, that even his lightest sleep was full of troubled dreams. Like that odd one with Egwene and Hopper in it.

This helps clarify the timeline, something I meant to be paying more attention to but haven't been in awhile. Tragically, the best WoT timeline on the internet has become rather hard to dig up on search engines of late.

Bedraggled townspeople said a lantern dropped in a barn had started it, and then the fire seemed to run wild, and everything went wrong. Half the buckets that could be found had holes in them. Every last burning wall had fallen outward instead of in, setting houses to either side alight. Flaming timbers from the inn had somehow tumbled as far as the main well in the square, so no one could draw more water from it to fight the fires, and houses had fallen right on top of three other wells. Even the wind had seemed to shift, fanning the flames in every direction.

At this early point in the story, the Pattern is keeping Rand's ta'veren balance as a matter of course; one village gets blessings so the next is cursed. Yet later on it shifts, paying the bad karma off exclusively so it can pay off all the good in the final hours. Note that this outcome is easily as bad as some of those later events now that his mindstate is about as bad though, with the sleep deprivation absolutely catching up to him by this point.

Three more untouched villages had been followed in quick succession, all in one day, by Samaha, where every well in town had gone dry just the night before, and people were muttering about the Dark One; then Tallan, where all the old arguments the village had ever known had bubbled to the surface like overflowing cesspits a morning earlier, and it had taken three murders to shock everyone back to his senses; and finally Fyall, where the crops this spring looked to be the poorest anyone could remember, but the Mayor, digging a new privy behind his house, had found rotted leather sacks full of gold, so none would go hungry.

If my theory that at least part of Rand's ta'veren effects are tied up into his mood, we can assume that his own journey on foot through these villages was rather tumultuous. Probably the boy felt relief for evading captors sometimes, and exhaustion at others.

That is evil, Moiraine. I can’t believe Rand is evil. The Pattern may be shaping itself around him, but how can the Pattern be that evil? It makes no sense, and things have to make sense. If you make a tool with no sense to it, it’s wasted metal. The Pattern wouldn’t make waste.

Perrin has a rather childlike worldview here, one that his own experiences thus far should have disproven. The Pattern makes waste all the time, every bad project out of the smithy is as much a part of the Pattern as the successes. But I don't really blame him for this confusion, living in an era with the Dark One makes it easy to blame all evil on him and assume that without his presence things would always work out.

“I care,” he muttered softly. “Light, I do care.” Moiraine glanced back at him, and he fell silent. He was not sure what the Aes Sedai cared about, beyond Rand.

Likewise, Perrin's deflection of his own potential means he doesn't appreciate that the Pattern making him a ta'veren means it does care to some degree - otherwise it could have picked someone else - and his sheltered upbringing means he doesn't know that the Land and the Dragon are one and that Moiraine, for all her failings, cares about the fate of the whole world.

Remen looked like any of a dozen towns to Perrin—it was full of man-made aromas and man smell; with a strong smell of the river, of course—and he was wondering what Lan could have meant when the hair on the back of his neck stirred as he scented something—wrong. As soon as his nose took it in, it was gone like a horsehair dropped onto hot coals, but he remembered it.

Again, Perrin is scenting a Grey Man. Since he hasn't noticed it since Jarra, it probably has been following Rand exclusively. Lucky for Perrin!

A tall man dressed all in grays and browns sat in the cage, holding his knees under his chin. He had no room to do otherwise. Three small boys were pitching stones at him. The man looked straight ahead, not flinching when a stone made it between the bars. More than one trickle of blood stained his face. The townspeople walking by paid no more mind to what the boys were doing than the man did, though every last one of them looked at the cage, most of them with approval, and some with fear.

If my start to this chapter hasn't clued you in to how I feel about Gaul, my hopes that each and every one of these villagers ends up in a bubble of evil during Tarmon Gaidon and dies horribly should clarify things for you. Gaul is simply the best.

The sign over the door of the inn Lan led them to, nearer the river, read Wayland’s Forge, which Perrin took for a good omen, though there seemed to be nothing of the smithy about the place except the leather-aproned man with a hammer painted on the sign.

Probably used to be a smithy long ago. I wonder if Tuon would say this was a good omen or not.

He could make out a little of what they were saying, about the virtues of ice peppers over furs as cargo and what the troubles in Saldaea might have done to prices.

So are ice peppers plants that are well-adapted to winter conditions, or did those wacky AoL people decide that spice was actually evil and breed peppers that made menthol instead of capsaicin?

The innkeeper himself met them just inside, a plump, bald-headed man with shining brown eyes in a smooth pink face, bowing and dry-washing his hands.

Again, we can infer that he's a good guy solely because fat doesn't stick to evil people. Slides right off.

Moiraine’s voice calmly accepted the title Furlan gave her. It was far from the first time the Aes Sedai had gone under another name, or pretended to be something she was not.

It actually is pretty far from any of those times, Perrin, because Moiraine is a Cairhienien noblewoman. Another way his sheltered upbringing has absolutely not helped him, since virtually anyone else would recognize actual nobility when they saw it.

Hunters for the Horn of Valere, set out from Illian for adventure. And adventure they found, Lady, here in Remen, or just a mile or two upriver, fighting wild Aielmen, of all things. Can you imagine black-veiled Aiel savages in Altara, Lady?

Yeah it's pretty freaking incredible and really would probably be cause for mass panic if people understood what was up and/or there weren't like sixteen causes for mass panic already.

The plump man gave a start when his study reached Perrin’s face, as if, with a Lady and an Ogier present, he had just now noticed Perrin’s yellow eyes. “He would be your servant, Master Andra?” he asked cautiously.

Perrin is not remotely class concious at all and it's adorable.

Lord Orban and Lord Gann faced twenty wild Aielmen with only ten retainers. Ah, fierce was the fighting and hard, with many wounds given and received. Six good retainers died, and every man took hurts, Lord Orban and Lord Gann worst of all, but every Aiel they slew, save those who fled, and one they took prisoner.

Most battles tend to end with everyone dead except those who escaped or were taken prisoner, just saying. This is a good, subtle hint to the readers who might not yet appreciate Aiel prowess that the story is BS.

Men from this very village marched to the Battle of the Shining Walls, when the nations gathered to throw them back. I myself suffered from a twisted back at the time and so could not go, but I remember well, as we all do.

I said the innkeeper was a good guy but you'll note I never said he was a GREAT guy.

The bandaged man muttered something under his breath—under his breath to any ears but Perrin’s—about waiting on a farmwife “throwing her litter” and something else about being “sewn up like a sack of meal.”

I hate to keep dunking on Perrin when it's not his fault half the time but I can't help but feel that since most people don't usually actually mutter quietly enough to make inaudible noise that in fact everyone in the room heard this and Perrin just thinks he's special. Also, fuck Lord Orban. I don't like any of the bit characters in this chapter.

“You lost six, and took one prisoner.” From Lan’s voice, it was not clear if that was a good exchange or a poor one.

But this is why I have to keep dunking on this boy. Perrin. Six is a lot bigger than one and Lan has already all but said, "You didn't fight twenty Aiel and if it weren't for the one in the cage I wouldn't think you'd fought any at all." What part of this can possibly be confusing for you?

The bandaged man frowned as if unsure exactly what Lan meant, then rounded on the innkeeper again.

No Perrin, he frowns as if he's completely sure Lan means, "The Whitecloaks won't find the Aiel, because the Aiel are the best fighting force in the known world and the Whitecloaks, who are probably thirdbest behind the Borderlanders who fight Shadowspawn all the time, don't come close to measuring up, and also Hunters for the Horn aren't anywhere on Lan's top 100 fighting forces list and the known world isn't big enough to have 100 fighting forces!" but he just doesn't want to acknowledge being dunked on because he knows Lan will make him look even stupider if he says much else.

“Our rooms.” Moiraine did not raise her voice, but her words cut the innkeeper short like a sharp knife. “Andra did arrange rooms, did he not?”

Moiraine here knows EXACTLY when the local NPCs have run out of new topics and it's time to go.

At the top, Perrin paused to look back. He heard the murmurs of “Lady” and “Ogier” down there, could feel all those eyes, but it seemed to him that he felt one pair of eyes in particular, someone staring not at Moiraine and Loial, but at him.

Points to Perrin for immediately deploying his "Hot Singles in Your Area Want to Meet" powers instead of whining about them.

He could not quite decide whether she was beautiful or not.

For those in the audience who were confused or blindsided about Thom/Moiraine, this sentence right here is all the evidence you need that these two are destined to FUCK. Learn to ambiguity.

Anyway, next time: Perrin and Gaul become bestest buds.

#let's read #wheel of time #wot #robert jordan #wheel of time spoilers #wot spoilers #perrin aybara #moiraine damodred #loial #lan mandragoran #gaul #gainor furlan #orban #faile bashere

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nickgerlich · 2 years ago

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WFH Blues

The way we work was served a major paradigm shift during COVID. Suddenly, most of us found ourselves working from home 100% of the time. That whole thing about work-life balance suddenly tilted the other way, and in many cases, not only were we working from home, but working when we wanted to from home.  

But now that COVID—although still among us, but in diminished numbers—is slipping into the rear view, companies have continued to demand their employees return to the office, at least for part of the week. Amazon is the latest, requiring a minimum of thee days’ presence starting this May.

Well, there’s all that real estate these companies have. Empty offices don’t make much sense, and since they are a sunk cost with likely ongoing debt service, I can understand why some CEOs and others in upper management want to see their employees return. Or maybe it’s really just all about control. You decide.  

Regardless of how total WFH is slowly slipping away in a growing number of cases, even the hybrid model is wreaking havoc on other businesses. Notably, restaurants near office complexes—meaning either central business districts or corporate campuses—are feeling the effects of less employee presence. It has gotten to the point that Mondays and Fridays are becoming near ghost towns at some eateries, and they are struggling to adapt.

Restaurants that cater to the corporate crowd often find themselves rather quiet on weekends to begin with, but if the weekend is now four days, it means a new business model is needed, and fast. They are paying rent for 168-hour weeks, not just a few days. I’m convinced, though, that even those three remaining days may not be like they were before COVID.

It’s sobering to think that even just a couple of decades ago, WFH would not have been feasible for many people. Broadband internet had not become a public utility like it is now, and Zoom and Teams were not even an office worker’s dream. It was during the pandemic that I was able to see how much I could save by not dining out. It was then I fell in love with cooking, if only out of necessity. And once we returned to campus, I just started bringing my lunch many days. I hardly ever go out for lunch anymore.

And then there are the people who are still able to WFH all the time, in spite of the recent return to offices. These are people who not only do not need a prepared meal, but also do not need office wear. Can anyone say yoga pants and t-shirts? Yeah. Let the ripples through the economy continue.  

As for me, I have been in hybrid work mode ever since 1997, when we started offering online courses. It is a blessing and a curse, because it means I can take my work with me. The problem is, I can take my work with me. It’s a seven-day-a-week job that goes on from daybreak to bedtime, all of which I am good with. But just know that sometimes I am coming at you from a hotel room.  

I see the changes around me, too. I am not the only one doing WFH on a pretty large scale. Most of my colleagues teach two of their three courses online, because that is where the demand is. It also means fewer students on campus. All of this means fewer people dining in the food court in my building, or across the street at a variety of places. We’re just not doing life and work the way we did, and we can thank the digital era for it.  

In the future, smart companies will figure out how to downsize their real estate footprint. I hear all the talk about collaboration and such, but I am not convinced. I collaborate just as well from afar, and prefer it. I get far more done at home than at campus, because I am always tempted to pop in someone’s office for idle chit-chat, and definitely not to collaborate, even if it is friendly fun. And then there are all the random interactions in the hallway or at the water cooler. Time sucks, I tell you. My most productive hours each day are the three hours I put in at home before actually going to work.

We are in a state of transition, and I suspect that once the current managers cycle out because of retirement, they will be replaced by the people who thrived during COVID and learned how to WFH. The workplace of the future will necessarily be connected, yet at the same time separated. Employees will work whatever hours they wish, unless there are scheduled Zoom meetings. Asynchronous will be the guiding principle.  

Well, a guy can dream, right? I’m just glad I’m not one of those restaurateurs wondering if they’re going to make it to the end of the month.

Dr “Just Remember To Pay The Electric And Internet Bills“ Gerlich

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#marketing #Amazon #WFH

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chipotle · 3 months ago

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How much of yourself do you put online?

It’s as much of an age-old question as anything of the internet age is, but I think about it every few years. Slapping up a web page full of personal thoughts in 1999 didn’t carry the same weight that it does in 2024; employers, even ones literally in the internet space, didn’t necessarily do a web search on your name to see what came up. Now, though, I don’t know. Now everyone does that kind of search. And, as someone who’s been conducting an unsuccessful, albeit woefully low-key, job hunt in 2024, it’s hard not to ask if what I have online at this point is working against me with more skittish employers. Even before I wrote about conservatives being snowflakes, it wasn’t exactly hard to suss out my left-wing politics, and I’ve been vocally skeptical of generative AI. In a moment where tech companies madly chase AI in either a sincere belief it’s going to change everything or mere FOMO that it might, vocal AI skepticism might be a career-limiting move—and in a moment where alt-right techbros cow companies into walking back DEI efforts, merely noting my pronouns at all, let alone noting them as “he/they”, might also be one. (“What kind of woke beta cuck uses pronouns?” Anyone who speaks English, you stupid motherfucker.) (Also, cursing in my blog might be a career-limiting move.) And yet, I don’t know. Do I want to frantically dash around the internet, tearing down anything that might give a prospective employer the heebie-jeebies about me? Is that even possible? While I’ve never reached “internet famous” status, I’ve posted lots of stuff in lots of places. When I was more actively doing tech blogging at Coyote Tracks, it got linked to by other blogs often enough that I used to joke that while you’re probably not reading me, somebody you’re reading probably is. There is an alternate universe in which I figured out how to monetize that. And, well, while I don’t advertise being a furry, I’ve been writing furry fiction for decades and have been guest of honor at more than one furry con. One does not have to possess mad internet sleuthing skills to put two and two together. Frankly, I’m always amazed when I find people I grew up with, especially members of the Original Internet Nerd cohort, have next to no footprint online. The one whose LinkedIn includes “Futurist at the Center for 21st Century Teaching Excellence” you’d kind of expect to have, I don’t know, a low-effort Substack, if not a YouTube channel, right? If you can tell someone your job title is “futurist” and keep a straight face, I’m pretty sure they’re legally required to give you a TED Talk. But apart from that LinkedIn, there’s basically nothing out there about them, and that’s true for the majority of other folks I knew in that place at that time. Does that help with job hunts? Maybe. On the other hand, maybe it hurts. It’s my understanding the former futurist’s LinkedIn is long out of date, and they struggled to find work for years before moving into non-tech fields. I can’t say that actually being, you know, present on the internet might have helped if they’d wanted to stay in tech, but I wonder. I made the shift to tech writing largely because of my loudmouth tech blog, when Joey Zwicker at RethinkDB came across it and thought, “we should talk to them about our new tech writing position.” Of course, I don’t know that they did want to stay in tech. If they didn’t, I couldn’t blame them. In any case, I don’t think erasing my digital footprint is either possible or worth it. Anyone who reads what I write and decides they can’t work with someone like me is probably right. (originally published at Coyote Tracks)

#IFTTT #Coyote Tracks

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bloody-sickness · 17 days ago

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Literally all the proshippers I’ve seen are some flavor of gay or whatever, I honestly don’t understand the homophobia bit. Besides, there are a lot of popular ships within fandoms that have some flavor of LGBT in it so.. and so I’m even more confused how that’s so. In addition, some proshippers are minorities. Some, key word. Obviously there’s gunna be racism in a fandom, ever fandom deals with that. But really? *everyone* is a racist?? Antis just wanna hate on people. Anyways, after thinking a bit I came up with some more key points. Trigger warning for CSA mentions, suicide mention, self harm mention, grooming, a LOT of curse words, me semi - venting about my own experience, and just genuine anger directed at antis. You have been warned.

1 - Some proshippers are MINORS. Some antis send death threats to MINORS. Some antis send SA threats to MINORS. Harassment is illegal, even more so to minors. 2 - “All proshippers are groomers / pedos / *insert crazy allegation*!!” I hear some say. Really? No, really? Firstly, proship means “ship and let ship”. Where is any mention of grooming? “But—” No. Just no. As a victim of grooming multiple times, I feel fucking insulted that you even think that shipping an adult with a minor is ever comparable to IRL grooming. Of course there’s gonna be bad people. Its the goddamn internet. But still.. Jesus. Oh, and people saying it promotes irl rape / SA…. Just honestly shut the fuck up. 3 - “It ruined mental health!! What if it affects someone IRL??” Get the fuck outta my face with the bullshit almost every anti says. If someone’s moral compass is changes just because of words on a screen or a gwad damn drawing then they need to see someone and get off the internet. Like, holy molly. No one who has a basic human fucking morality will go “mmmm, I wanna go fuck a child just became I saw a drawing / read a short fic.” No one. No one sane.

4 - “I’m a victim of *blank*… this upsets me….” Sorry but this isn’t about you. Block the blog, ignore it, and heal. I’m not downplaying anyone’s trauma but going online to start debating will probably make you worse. Just saying. 5 - Very important… STOP SENDING DEATH THREATS. Jesus. Jesus fucking Christ. You think your employer would care about someone shipping characters together or if someone sent some rando on the internet death / rape threats or told them that they deserve anything that happened to them? What if they actually killed themself? Huh? Digital Footprint exists. You’re never truly anonymous. So have fun explaining to someone why you told someone to kts. 6 - If you can’t use proper terms like child sexual abuse and instead call it “cheese pizza” or if you can’t call a pedo / groomer by their title and call them “kid diddler” or “kiddy liker” you’re opinion is instantly invalid. No matter what. Call it by its name, stop being pussy about it. As someone who went through alot, I ship my oc with their father to cope with child abuse and neglect! I ship my oc with older men to deal the fact that I was groomed wayyy too many times to count. Just because someone’s coping mechanisms doesn’t fit your “normal and appropriate” thought preferences, doesn’t mean it’s invalid. What if they were cutting themself? What if comshipping / darkshipping helped distract them from that? It sure helps me.

Tldr; I fucking hate antis.

I— what— *mental breakdown*

How the hell do you compare people who ship FICTIONAL CHARACTERS TOGETHER to people who would KILL SOMEONE BECAUSE OF SOMETHING THEY CANT CONTROL???? I am so lost

#proshippers interact #proship #tulpamancy #pro fiction #p0ppyblr #p0ppytwt #poppytwt #antis dni #antis do not interact #discorse #tw in general #cw #tw csa

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love-bokumono-fics · 2 years ago

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Fresh Crops! October 17 - October 23, 2022

Back from vacation y'all! Thanks for watering the plants and bringing in the mail. Quick question tho... did y'all throw a party or something while I was gone? I found a bunch of fur and muddy footprints all over the place. Nothing seems out of place but... you could have mopped afterwards

Jokes aside, thanks to our guest mod last week for keeping track of things while I was off the internet.

How about we dive into this week's newest fics and chapter updates for Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons on AO3!

Sugar and Spice - by Chibimiie; WIP, 45/?, 112k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: Animal Parade Relationships: Chase/Molly, Angela/Luke; Characters: Molly | Hikari, Angela the Farmer, Chase, Luke, Kasey the Farmer Additional Tags: Slow Burn, oh god how do you tag fics, mentions of eating disorders, alternating povs, Friends to Lovers, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net, bumped up the rating because i honestly should have a little bit ago, burn so slow it's honestly a simmer Summary: Wanting to get away from past hurts of the city, sisters Molly and Angela decide to respond to a flyer advertising an abandoned farm on the faraway island of Castanet. Leaving behind their closest friends and brother Kasey, the two take a chance and move to the tiny island hoping for a new chance at life.

The Boys - by juggalombre; WIP, 5/?, 8.9k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Categories: M/M, Multi Fandoms: Harvest Moon DS Characters: Original Male Character(s), Carter the Archeologist, Flora, Marlin | Mash Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Slice of Life, Slow Burn, Pining Summary: Jazz's life gets turned around with the help of some friends.

cherry wine - by dripndrops; WIP, 3/?, 8.9k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M Fandoms: Story of Seasons (2014) Relationships: Annie | Minori/Raeger, past Lillie/Raeger; Characters: Annie | Minori, Raeger, Lillie, Fritz, Elise, Melanie | Meruti, Others are mentioned Additional Tags: Slow Romance, Romance, Fluff and Angst, friends to strangers, or more like really awkward acquaintances, It's a romance fic I'm just taking my time with it, Giving Raeger the love he deserves, Friends to Lovers Summary: The impromptu bonfire festival reminds Raeger of his affection for two different people. One a blurred memory that he could only view in glimpses through a glass and the other looking right at him. Yet through their vast differences, he can't help but see the similarities. Annie only sees him. or; Raeger thinks that he knows he’s in love. He learns.

Where We Belong - by DreamingHearts; WIP, 1/?, 0

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M Fandom: Friends of Mineral Town Relationships: Claire the Farmer/Cliff; Characters: Claire, Cliff, Gray, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Popuri, Kai, Mary the Librarian | Marie, Doctor | Trent, Karen, Elli | Elly, Thomas, Harvest Goddess, Witch Princess, Harvest Sprites, Rick, Carter the Pastor Additional Tags: Originally Posted on deviantART, YouTube, Embedded Video, Video, vimeo, Fanimation, Eventual Romance, Drama, Drama & Romance, Friendship, Friendship/Love, Falling In Love, Suspense, Mild Language, Fanfiction, Music, Sound Effects, Family, Fluff Summary: Claire moves to Mineral Town to restart her life, but she never expected this Island Paradise would be plagued by the malicious Witch Princess's curse! The only way to restore the 4 seasons and save the Harvest Goddess is to abide by her rules, but Claire's not alone in this.

He and She - by DreamingHearts; WIP, 11/?, 0

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Categories: F/M, M/M Fandom: Friends of Mineral Town Relationships: Claire the Farmer/Gray, Kai/Popuri; Characters: Claire, Gray, Cliff, Kai, Popuri, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Mary the Librarian | Marie, Doctor | Trent, Kappa, Harvest Goddess, Rick, Carter the Pastor Additional Tags: Fanimation, Fanfiction, Originally Posted on Youtube, Originally Posted on Vimeo, YouTube, vimeo, Originally Posted on deviantART, Embedded Video, Video, Drama & Romance, Falling In Love, Mild Language, Elmrada, adopted fanfiction, Music, Drama, Heartbreak, Family, Fluff, Suspense, Rejection Summary: The story of how opposites can sometimes be just what you need.

The Lost Heir - by krissydvalentine; WIP, 7/?, 4.1k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M Fandoms: Story of Seasons (2014) Relationship: Farmer/Raeger; Characters: Female Farmer, Raeger, Klaus Additional Tags: Romance Summary: "Those thoughts are too depressing, so next they wander to the new farmer that moved in last season. Annie. But something seems off about her. Everyone is always talking about the auburn hair, hazel eyed beauty, but that is not what I see. She’s definitely gorgeous. But I see silver, blonde hair that catches the moonlight and bright, emerald eyes that stare straight into my soul. And I’m pretty sure I saw a pointed ear sticking out of her hair one time. Maybe I’m delirious with a fever. Because none of that is possible, right?"

I'll Be My Own Hero - by Povegleia; WIP, 1/?, 4.8k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Other Fandom: Tree of Tranquility Relationship: Gill/Owen; Characters: Gill, Owen, Barbara, Hamilton, Elli | Elly, Jin, Irene, Mira, Ramsay Additional Tags: Idiots, Gill is a bisexual mess, i'll update the characters and tags as the story progresses, My First Work in This Fandom, Work In Progress Summary: No one was going to fall from the sky and come save their island. Gill felt like he was the only one who thought that way, and he was determined to change things. alternatively: Gill has to use the power of friendship to band everyone together and work to restore the island to its former glory. alternatively alternatively: What if the player character never arrived on Waffle Island? How would things have gone had they not stepped in when they did to restore the rainbows and save the Harvest Goddess and Mother Tree? The challenges and hardships that a single rancher had to conquer is now an entire town's responsibility.

Story of Seasons: Killing Game Edition - by det2x; WIP, 1/?, 4.3k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence; Categories: Multi, Other Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town, Sunshine Islands, The Tale of Two Towns, Grand Bazaar Relationship: Possible multiple ships; Characters: Pete | Jack, Chelsea, Gretel, Farmer, Life (Innocent Life), Female Farmer (Story of Seasons 2014) Additional Tags: Fangan fanfiction, It's a fangan, killing game, Violence, Killing, Monokuma will be a chicken, Innocent Life: A futuristic Harvest moon is in here, Jack as the protag, Multiple franchise in one fic, Fan Killing Game (Dangan Ronpa) Summary: Eigtheen individuals from different towns found themselves as the new residents in the abandoned little town of Mineral Town. As weird as it sounds, they were forced to participate in a killing game hosted by a talking black and white chicken, named Monocluck. Join Jack as he found himself stuck in a killing game in his town with other participants he hardly knew. Will he survive the bloody game? A Story of Seasons story in a Danganronpa Setting.

#fresh crop monday #harvest moon #story of seasons #animal parade #hm ds #friends of mineral town #sos1 #sunshine islands #tale of two towns #grand bazaar #tree of tranquility

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somebodylovesyougcv · 1 year ago

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We as a community should pick a day where we post all of our drafts. live fearlessly. Bc if you think im crazy based off my personal posts imagine what i HAVENT posted

#olivia’s corner #at this point my internet footprint is already cursed #im scared of nothing

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robozombii · 2 years ago

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just finished the most shloppy unhinged and nonsensical angst fic ever at the 3 am and i will force it down the internets gullet and eternalize it on my cursed fucking digital footprint

#just me things #yknow

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mintseesaw · 4 years ago

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northeast monsoon

pairing: god!jungkook x goddess!reader genre: fantasy, smut, slight angst, soulmate!au word count: 3.7k warnings: mature content, unprotected sex, brief mentions of the character’s health conditions, cursed!reader, son of the deity jungkook // 18+ summary: Jungkook, not out of ordinary, decided to celebrate his 24th birthday in his favorite place on earth, the closest place to heaven—on a mountain summit. However, even before he reaches the highest peak of the mountain range, he was trapped, enthralled, and coincidentally found his true nature.

note: the idea occurred to me earlier while i was at work yesterday used jk’s birthday as an excuse to pursue it and ignore my 36433 wips and drabble requests; short, steamy and a literal filth bc it’s unedited

Jungkook was lost.

His birthday seems to carry the bad luck today. His very first misfortune in his two year experience of mountain hiking. The moment he stepped foot on the soil of mountain range marks the start of a weird feeling sitting at the pit of his something. That he refused to acknowledge because nothing bad happened to him before.

When they visited the homes of the natives on the foothill of the mountain to pay respect as inhabitants of the ancestral domain, the chieftain’s storytelling of the mountain’s cursed guardian sounded incredulous. He didn’t take it seriously nor think of it as a warning. He didn’t understand why the indigenous leader felt the need to tell them a folklore causing a delay on their activity.

Amongst the group of civilian trekkers, he was the only one who skipped the supposed ritual of spitting to the soiled ground and drawing a cross on foot on the same spot before entering the premises passed the small village. It was said to reverse the effect of any potential supernatural force against them.

Approximately 45 minutes after they started their trail onto the summit, he caught a swarm of fireflies flocking on a trunk of a humongous tree, seemingly in its hundred years of existence or more. But it wasn’t the insects that prompted him to stop and admire the view. It was the rare glow surrounding the tree that did. In his great fascination, he even loudly shared his discovery to the group. Their disinterest to the majestic tree dismayed him. Are they blind or something? It’s not everyday that they get to admire such beauty. For a solid few minutes, he was left dazed, stunned to see a tree before his eyes just like the one he had seen recently in a fantasy drama where there existed witchcraft and wizardry.

He’s not dreaming, is he?

When he finally snapped out of his reverie, the group was no longer in sight, leaving him there standing alone. At least, there’s a trace of footprints he could use to follow their tracks.

In silence, Jungkook couldn’t help but think back of the past, and the last bit memory he remembers when he woke up in a hospital bed with no recollection of his identity.

Four years ago, he was met with a major car accident with its impact resulting to hundreds of stitches in his chest, the only hideous scar he obtained after he was said to be hospitalized for a month. He not only developed a heart condition but was also diagnosed with a retrograde amnesia. He believes that his inability to recall his past memory marked the start of his vivid dreams occurring every night. Still, he was lucky enough to have his body remain in the best condition despite the lasting emotional and physiological damages it left him.

The endless dreams of mountains and forests led him to discover his fondness in scenery and the constant sense of emptiness becoming difficult to ignore. His newly found obsession with nature was enough to convince himself to start trekking, particularly mountains. Strange enough, he found the solitary in mountain peaks, of the scenery, and the cold climate in summits. He found a temporary peace in the closest place to heaven from the constant ache that each of his bizarre dreams left his heart bruising.

It was not only his dreams that he finds peculiar. Although his mother had reminded him numerous times that it was his adolescent self who developed a liking to tattoos, he didn’t know what occurred to him in his teens to consider inking his body with unrecognizable symbols that even with a brief searching in google couldn't provide him what the underlying significance each mark carries.

Few minutes later, he found himself stopping at the same spot where he had taken his time admiring the tree. He didn’t know how it happened when he was only following the remnants of the collective footpath on the ground. If he perceived the situation odd, he didn’t acknowledge it until the third time he came back on the same spot, same view.

The fact that he’s always has this great sense of remembering directions whether it be in the road or in mountains, makes the situation even weirder. For the nth time, he took a glance at his wristwatch. A groan resonated through the eerie silence in the midst of the forest. He’s been walking in circles for almost two hours now.

The group might have been halfway through the summit at this point. The trail takes about 4-5 hours and he’s far behind them now. With a heavy heart, he decided to return back to the foothill.

The sun is at its highest peak above the sky, amplifying the dryness of his mouth from the heat of noon. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to drink the remaining content in his flask.

The gust of wind brought by the monsoon is somehow mixing up his sense of direction. Some may find it strange, but he could feel the presence of wind oddly stronger than other human beings. Out of the ordinary, he could sense where the wind came from just by the mere blow of breeze passed his skin. Right now, he couldn’t put his extraordinary ability into good use because even with his attempt to go back down, he keeps returning to the same location.

Jungkook is lost. Somewhat, he’s trapped.

Now more than ever, he’s almost convinced some being invisible to the naked eye is playing him around. Jungkook lowered his rucksack on the ground, and started pacing back and forth as he tried to figure out how he’ll reverse the imaginary spell.

Even with the time passing by, the fireflies remained there, swimming around the trunk like they own it. If he’s trapped, someone or something might be responsible for this. Whether or not these stupid supernatural creatures are true, he needs to get out of here.

His foot stopped mid-step and fixated his glare at the old tree. What else would prove the peculiarity of the situation other than the mythical personified before his eyes.

“Come on, take back whatever spell you’ve casted on me. I’m not gonna destroy your home. This is an order, you devious creature.” Jungkook reprimands sarcastically as if the poor, ginormous tree can understand him in the human language.

There was nothing significantly remarkable about it if not only for the fairy dust-like glimmers surrounding it.

However, to his surprise, he suddenly hears the rustles of the leaves and cracks of branches echo through the stillness in the air as they pliantly bend over. He could feel the shiver run through his spine as he gathered what was happening to the tree. It is bending, its crown slightly crouched in front of him as if it was bowing down.

Jungkook staggers back in utter astonishment.

What the fuck is this sorcery? Is he dreaming?

He blinks furiously, trying to deduce the realness of the scene in front of him.

Soon after, he felt another surge of force-like brush of the wind against his skin, kindling tingles and goosebumps to appear on his skin. Dust swirls like a whirlpool in the air as weightless dead leaves harshly dance above the ground before they fall back down. To make things more incredulously mad, out of nowhere, a blinding form comes into sight near the trunk.

As its gleam dies down, the next thing his eyes have captured is the most enchanting being he has ever seen in his life.

A goddess.

She leans forward, her shimmering palm rubbing up and down on the rough texture of the trunk, as if the bewitching creature is consoling the seemingly submissive native species. Whether or not the goddess is upraising its spirit, he couldn’t be sure.

In quiet amazement, he watches the beauty just a few meters away from him while his presence remains hidden. Long silky hair in beautiful waves flowing with its end touching her lower back. It’s shade resembles that of the dead leaves with seemingly fresh petals and leaves decorated as accessories on her hair. Almost brandishing her as a forest goddess. With her side facing his front, Jungkook could clearly see the swell of her breasts with her thick locks keeping her peaks hidden like an enthusing mystery.

As if abiding by whatever the goddess had said, the crouched tree slowly returns back to its natural form. And just as the goddess turns her back at him, ready to vanish into the thin air, he scurried forward.

“Wait!” Jungkook shouts, hurriedly calling their attention despite hardly recovering from the peculiarity of the scene in front of him.

You only responded with a side glance, just enough to see him in your peripheral vision.

Jungkook took it as his cue to garner more of your attention, “You’re a goddess?” He says with his tone clearly filled in awe.

As if his naive question took you by surprise, you whirled around. When you did, it was like there was an invisible electrifying sensation that struck him the moment your eyes landed on him. The tremor of sparks immediately radiating in his body.

She’s such an exquisite sight, Jungkook gawked. Cting you as his example, none of the illustrations he’d seen on the internet had given justice just how beautiful goddesses are in real life. In real life!

When you spoke for the first time since you appeared in his vision, he was quickly snapped out of daze.

“You can see me? How… you mortals do not have the ability to see us.” You say breathlessly, bewildered to have met the eyes of a mortal for the first time since time immemorial. No living mortal can and will see you, unless you have opted to be seen.

Jungkook’s mouth parted. You said no affirmation. Yet, the way you addressed him as a mortal only meant one thing.

“You’re really a goddess!” He exclaims, still stunned.

“Go back to the land. The fairies will guide you the way.” You said with a simple directness, having no intention to unravel the mystery of his identity and why he seemed to carry power in him. Just as you uttered those words, the fairies appeared from the crown of the tree.

“No, wait! I’m not gonna leave until you answer my questions.”

Your head shook and with firm persistence, you say, “I am no guardian of a mortal like you. Leave the mountain before another fairy casts a spell on you. If that happens, you will never return to your home.”

Jungkook held his arms out. “I’m not here to harm anyone or anything.”

As the wind continues to swirl around the two of you, the long locks of your hair resting over your chest continue to sway pliantly in the wind’s direction.

At some point, Jungkook caught a vaguely familiar mark decorated on your skin just below your shoulder blade. On the same spot of one of his marks which mirrors yours.

“I am the guardian of this shelter and supernatural beings that live here. I cannot fill your curiosity nor have the power to keep you safe against them.”

Jungkook could perfectly hear you, but his focus had zeroed in to your shoulder. To see the exact resemblance of his mark on yours is a different story. You’re wrong, definitely wrong because you are the answer to his dreams.

Jungkook suddenly peels off his waterproof jacket while dragging his feet toward your direction.

The swell of your breasts entice him almost too painfully that his cock twitches from the mere sight of your glowing skin in complete nudity. As if they were inviting his palms to touch them. And even with your orbs glinting with subtle surprise, your face remained expressionless.

Why, he finds it fascinating. You have bewitched him!

Your confusion only lasted for a couple seconds until the last layer of fabric was taken off of his upper body. But it was replaced by a thunder striking discovery, gasping as your eyes landed on the flesh-colored, slit-like scar on his chest similar to that of the Deity’s symbol. Lightning bolt.

Jungkook met your eyes, thinking you’ve already recognized the identical marking on his skin.

When he parts his mouth to speak, you beat him to it.

“You’re not a mortal.” You revealed, still astounded.

“W-What?” Jungkook stopped in his tracks.

It couldn’t possibly be. The children of the Supreme Deity are no mortals. The God of the sea, the Ruler of the stars and moon, the Owner of the soon, the twin Gods of love and beauty, the Prince of the earth and the deity’s successor, and the missing guardian of the wind have no mortal blood. That you’re certain of. But the missing god... does it mean he’s the missing guardian of the wind?

Your gaze sifts through the generous amount of inks on his arms where the secrets of his power lie beneath the layer of the markings. The God of love have revealed this to you once several years when you dared question the reason why his body is decorated of inks, unlike other gods you have seen.

When your eyes shifted upward to his shoulder blade, you felt your heart tightens in an almost unbearable grip for the first time since the Deity has cursed you.

“Soulmate,” you reveal for the second time.

Jungkook’s eyes went round. “S-Soulmate?” He stutters.

You reach out and touch the ink of your bond on his skin. And just like that, Jungkook visibly shudders at the minimal contact.

Your eyes glossy from moisture. “I’ve been waiting for you.” You confessed.

He took one bold step forward, cupping your elegant face in his palms.

“Heavens, you’re so beautiful. How could I possibly believe that I’m rewarded with a soulmate like you? Tell me, I’m not dreaming.” He says with wonder glinting in his eyes.

He inches his face closer until your noses are touching. “If I only knew you’re waiting for me, I should’ve come here sooner when I began having those weird dreams. Fuck, let me kiss you, princess.” He groans, unable to wrap his head around with the revelation. He still has yet to ask what you meant when you said he’s not a mortal, but right now, he doesn’t care what his true identity is.

He needs to taste you.

And so he did, capturing your mouth in a flash, and taking your breath away as he pushes his tongue into the caverns of your mouth.

“So sweet,” he murmurs against your mouth. “You taste so sweet, princess.”

But the moment was cut short as he felt a searing pain in his chest. He jerks back as his body contorts in agony.

Jungkook hisses as the pain all too quickly rushes in his blood, the sensation numbing his entire body. With his eyes clenched tightly shut, he failed to witness the glow beginning to exude from each ink on his arms, the most vibrant glimmer coming from the mark on his chest that symbolizes his birthright.

His power is trying to rouse back through his mortal senses. Your glimmering fingers cautiously graze the bond on his skin, exploring the effect of your touch to him.

The tingles that radiate through his veins left him whimpering and wanting more, more of it to distract him from the unbearable ache.

“Please touch me…” He writhes, sharply drawing a breath in and out.

You lower your head and let your mouth touch the bond. A ripple of tingles slither through him almost instantly, involuntarily making him shiver from the newfound sensation. He could feel the rush of blood going straight to his cock inside his pants. He needs more.

As if you heard his silent pleas, your tongue darts out of your mouth, swirling around the spot to soothe his aches. Jungkook’s hands curl over your back, closing the distance between your bodies, leaving no way for him to not feel your breasts on his chest. In daze, he looked heavenward, mouth parted back as gasps proceeded to stumble out of his mouth deliriously. With the pain drowned by the pleasure that your sensual licks carry, he tears your mouth off of his skin just to crash his mouth to yours in a searing kiss.

He lets his instincts rule him out, and there’s one thing he wants more than anything else than to permanently mark your body his, to seal the bond that will eternally link your souls together.

“I need you so much, Princess. Tell me you want this, too. Otherwise I’ll leave and will never bother you, again.” He says in a whisper against the corner of your mouth.

The harmless threat of his words stirs alarm in you, giving him the answer he wants to hear almost instantaneously. “I’m yours, please have me. Do as you wish to my body.”

He groans, loving the way you call him yours. “Jungkook,” he whispers against the plump skin of your glowing cheek, “Say it. Say my name, Princess.” He demands softly.

“Jungkook,” you utter breathlessly.

His chest vibrated as the growl rang through the emptiness of the forest. “Fuck, you’re so perfect, my goddess.”

Jungkook sweeps you off in his arms, and with a few, calculated steps, he laid you over his thrown jacket on the ground. Another groan tears out of him just as he parted your legs, with your bare, leaking center exposed right before his hooded eyes.

Unceremoniously, he braced himself on top of you, sucking the raven mark on your skin. His fully aroused member is freed with a pop of his button and a one forceful pull of the waistband of his trousers.

He wasted no more passing second and impulsively align the red tip of his mad cock on your entrance. With a calculated thrust of his hips, he sinks his member to your warm tightness, releasing a heavy sigh in relief as the heat of your hole equally envelops all throughout his body despite the chills brought by the gust of the wind.

Jungkook catches one of your peaks with his mouth as you get lost to the heat of the intimacy. He didn’t know if goddesses such as his enchanting soulmate can conceive like mortals do or if there are other methods to reproduce but it’s never a waste of his fluid to try and test the theory. After all, if your words bear truth, he may not be a human like what he actually thought he was.

Your heavenly mewls coax him to penetrate in you deeper, until your cries have intensified and your body writhes helplessly beneath him.

With each roll of his hips colliding against your pelvis, your delightful cries have become more profound, unrestrained, enough to flare warmth right straight to his abdomen. Jungkook rests his forehead just below your temple, murmuring sweet confessions to you, the owner of his soul and inevitably soon, his heart.

He guided your legs around his waist, giving him the access to ruthlessly pound into you deeper. And then something snaps out from him.

All the gentleness of his movements have evolved into something more carnal—feral, manifesting the strength of his true nature.

God of the wind, son of the Supreme Deity. The longer his body connects with your immortal form, the luminescence emitting on his skin becoming more vivid.

“Jungkook!” Another scream tears out of you. Tears cascading from your eyes from both pain and pleasure.

With his godly powers spurring during the intimate joining of your bodies, his strength turns more powerful that no human would possibly ever survive from. You could never match the godliness of a deity’s son, but your supernatural strength was able to neutralize the surge of his energy and entwines the intensity with yours.

The God of the wind continues to rock you closer and closer to the end, with the thought of his future with you, you carrying his children, you and no one else.

He senses the buildup tension in your stomach with your head tossing restlessly from side to side.

And in a suck of your bond with his mouth and a flick of your bud in your center, you exploded so powerfully around his cock. Jungkook chases his end while the rush of your euphoria continues to spark in your veins, giving your body an exceptional glow.

He reaches the peak of pleasure with an animalistic growl reverberating on his chest, locking your hips immobile to make sure your walls greedily take in every drop of his cum. He’d want to breed you with his children.

“My sweet goddess, you’re amazing.” He praises, nuzzling on the thick, wavy locks of your hair.

Jungkook didn’t miss the squeeze of your palm on his waist. He let your wandering hands trace the length of his body. But he pulls away when you spoke.

“Will you leave me after this?” There is sadness hinted at the tone of your voice.

He tilted your chin up with his fingers, studying your features. “Of course not, how can you say that?”

You smile weakly, the grief dancing in your eyes making his chest tightens. “I’m not as powerful as you are. You are the son of the deity, you can… reject our bond and choose any goddess as you wish. Whereas, I only have one eternal soulmate and that’s you. But…”

Even with the truth unraveling right before him, he could only focus on your grief. Why is someone as perfect as you hold so much moroseness in your heart?

“But?”

“This mountain is my world. I’m eternally cursed to guard this shelter.” Your lips quiver in fear. His thumb grazes your lower lip as his arm tightens over your back. The tale told by the chieftain crosses his mind. The cursed guardian is you.

“Oh princess, do you think anything else will convince me to live without you in my life? I’ll be wherever you need me to be. Goddess or not, I will never let you out of my sight forever.” He vows, sealing the promise of eternity with a power-clashing kiss.

#goldenclosetnet #btswritingcafe #cypherwritersnet #btsguild #bangtanarmynet #btsbookclub #btswriterscollective #bayanihanboost #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #god!jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook angst #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts angst #jeon jungkook #bts x reader

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prettynxsty · 4 years ago

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Scented Wood III

Sub!Chan x Domme!Reader

1 2 3 4

Featuring: Officer!Jeonghan from SVT, Police Chief!Jinyoung from GOT7, Yandere!Hyunjin from SKZ

Warning: Y/n is still an asshole serial killer, cursing, mentions of death, hot coffee, chan gets mad, there’s some self deprecation too.

AN: Hyunjin is finally fully established as a main, and boom he’s just as screwed up in the head. He is also a lil thot.

You were too absorbed in the discussion to even notice the sound of the door shutting. Why would Jinyoung assign Chan a partner - could he not handle the case himself? Chan was a good fuck, but he obviously didn't seem like a good detective if the boss is giving him a babysitter.

Or maybe it's to just show Hyunjin around. Who knows. Shaking your head as if to dispense the thought, you sighed, "Yeah, come here. I've got an extra copy in my desk."

Hyunjin smiled almost flirtatiously, "Thanks, Noona," he said, and you rolled your eyes, but couldn't ignore the prickling of your ears in response as you made your way towards your office, Hyunjin trotting on your heels. You saw Chan in front of the door, and stopped for a moment, wondering what he was doing, but didn't think anything of it, entering your office without a word.

You took a quick glance around the room, noting that everything was in its proper place. You hoped Hyunjin didn't notice the stench of cigarettes in the office, but even if he did, the kid seemed fairly laid back. You walked behind your desk, opening the drawer that you kept an assortment of files in (when they aren't in storage), and grabbed the right one from memory, holding it out.

"That should be everything you need. It's not much. Whoever's behind these killings is good," you said, as if tooting your own horn. Hyunjin took the file, opening it and skimming through it for a moment before shutting it and tucking it underneath his arm.

"Perfect. Can I take you out for coffee sometime? You know, to discuss the case," Hyunjin met your eyes, smiling, and you hated the fact you considered it for a moment.

"Well, I'm not a profiler. I can just tell you what the scene tells me."

Hyunjin still shook his head, as if that was a stupid excuse. "Please. I'm sure you have some good thoughts on the case, don't you?"

You thought for a moment, then nodded. "Sure. Sometime Sunday."

Hyunjin smiled in response before leaving the office happily.

Chan felt like he swallowed a boulder, quickly heading back towards the office. There had to be something on his side, something had his back in that moment. His head was swimming from the anxiety rush, it was like the big drop on a roller coaster and his stomach didn't catch up with the rest of his body.

He nodded his head at a few officers he passed until he reached his desk, more than aware that he was as pale as a ghost. The color was slowly returning to his naturally flushed cheeks, but he seemed a bit visibly shaken. It was a very bold thought to assume that you could be associated with this killer, no way. You couldn't be connected to the elimination of killers, no way. Chan tried to convince himself, shaking his head as he logged on to the computer and opened the case files. "Maybe I can try to remember what she told me..."

Chan tries to wrack his brain for what you told him, trying to recreate the scene in his mind. The footprints at uh.... What was it? Where was it? The footprints at uh.... God! Why didn't he take the paper with him!

His face twists in irritation and he bangs a fist over the glossy brown oak. He got a few confused stares, but he was too deep in thought to pay it much mind. Maybe he should just shoot you an email and ask you to send what you knew. Should he?

You grabbed your black coat and your phone and keys, looking around the office quickly to see if you forgot anything, before walking out, shutting the door behind yourself. You still had a lot of time before Hyunsung gets off of work, so you might go out to eat, head home and shower first - try and look up his associates on the internet, see if you could find any leverage on the guy.

If you could get Hyunsung to act as a rat, you could find out who Taehyun's boss is instantly; that's your next target. You passed the desks of your coworkers, casting your gaze towards Chan. The man seemed frustrated, like something was on his mind. You did have time to spare, but you didn't want Chan getting any ideas... Should you ask what's wrong?

You couldn't find a reason not to, so you walked up to Chan's desk, leaning against the wood and looking down at Chan, who seemed worse for wear.

"What's up yours?" You asked, casting a glance over his computer and seeing the case files, eyeing the familiar names. He must be looking at the case again. Fuck. You should be used to this by now, but it still nerves you just a bit.

You tensed slightly, "Can't you just... let Hyunjin handle some of this stuff? You seem... I don't know, pissy. Your face is all scrunched up."

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, he was done with thoughts of you for the night. But now it was almost like he couldn't escape you, be it in person or in his mind. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the familiar voice, he couldn't have ever predicted that you would approach him first seemingly out of the blue.

"Oh, uh, it's uh-," his mouth just seemed to have a mind of his own, deciding to make him look stupid. Chan tried to come up with an excuse, maybe he could chalk this off to some meaningless thoughts instead of provoke suspicion.

Chan scrubs a hand over his face with a sigh, pushing out a bit of authentic laughter. It was mostly laughter due to his current panic, but he could make it work for this situation.

He looks up at you and shrugs, "Jeonghan and I have this little prank war going on and he honestly like, just scared the piss out of me.”

It wasn't entirely a lie, but Jeonghan was definitely on late night patrol right now, but you didn't have to know that.

"Uh, what's with you? Kinda being more of a dick than usual." Chan pointed out, pursing his lips, knowing full well that his response was petty.

You bit your tongue for a moment. You were always a dick, Chan is just usually better and not being a bitch. You were probably a little more skittish, but how could you not, considering two days ago you were giving an abuser a blood eagle. You'd say you’re doing fairly well for an up-and-coming serial killer.

"I guess I'm under a little stress, considering I've been giving you more dick than usual," you joked, sliding on your coat.

"But if you wanna be that way, be that way. Just wanted to be polite."

Chan shook his head, still cracking an amused smile at your words. One of your quips wasn't enough to ruin his night, he knew you too well to let it get under his skin. But suddenly there was a thought that did get under his skin. The origami book, the scraps of emerald green paper. Should he just try to nip his suspicion in the bud? Maybe he had the gall, Chan reaches out, placing a gentle hand on your arm.

"Oh, uh, hey Y/n.”

Chan glances up, searching in your eyes for a second. Suddenly he was bombarded with so many things to say, he wasn't really sure what was about to come out of his mouth. He really hoped and prayed that he wasn't about to say something really fucking stupid right now, this night couldn't get any weirder.

"You uh, origami, I mean uh, I like it, do you?"

What the FUCK man. Come on idiot! Chan couldn't have felt any more ashamed of himself! Damn!

You furrowed your eyebrows for a moment, before trying to realize what he'd said, then you felt your stomach drop. It was like all the air had been sucked out of your lungs, and the fear of being caught made your throat tighten up. You knew what would happen if you got caught; California wasn't a death penalty state.

You would die in prison. This was it - no more friends, only quick fucks and victims. You couldn't risk it. You'd have to go on the coffee date with Hyunjin to stay on his good side, but past that, nothing. You quickly started thinking if you had left anything to suggest that you practiced origami in the office - you had a book, but you could have sworn that you left it in your car... You looked up from your hands, catching Chan’s eye, and realizing that you hadn't said anything for a moment. You needed to think of an excuse. Fast.

You couldn't think of anything to say. Your mouth hung agape, brows lowering as you searched for a thought.

"I... never really thought of... Why does that concern you?"

Your voice cracked slightly, and you cursed yourself for never losing that damn crack. You clenched your hands to stop the tremors, sliding them in your coat pockets, and ultimately shrugged off Chan’s hand on you.

Chan manages to shake the heavy disappointment in himself, returning his focus to you to get an answer. You had a damn good poker face, but it only lasted so long until it started to crack. He was more than aware that it began to crack, but why? Were you covering up for this guy?

He might have been causing a ruckus for no absolute reason. As you shrugged his arm away, he took note of this, pulling his arm back and resting it in his lap.

"Oh, okay. Uh, see you around then.." He responds slowly, nodding. Chan decided to just let it go for now, he would remember this later on though.

Hyunjin was headed to Chan’s desk, files in hand, and two cups of coffee. He walked slow enough to make sure he didn't drop anything, but as quick as his legs could take them. He needed Chan to teach him everything they knew about this case so far, get him up to speed, so they could finally start talking suspects.

Hyunjin looked across the room, eyeing the desks filled with people, successfully spotting Chan at his desk. He seemed to have his "thinking face" on, he almost looked upset.

Before he could take another step, you pushed passed him quickly, and out the door. Huh, he thought. Must be leaving early. He shrugged the weird encounter over, heading over to Chan’s desk.

"I bring good tidings of great joy!" He said, setting the coffee down in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Only Officer Hwang could keep smiling during these trying times, " Chan mused poetically as he brought himself back to earth. He wasn't going to tell Hyunjin about his suspicions, he needed to do further investigation before he could make that bold of a statement.

Can't always trust the new kid on the block, but it wasn't his thing to bust the new guy's chops. He was going to put some of his money on Hyunjin, he had untapped potential, but what if it were dangerous? Whatever.

"What's up?"

Hyunjin pushed the coffee a little closer to Chan, to get him to notice it.

"I wanted to help you," he offers, pulling up a chair from an empty desk and taking a seat right before him. He sat the file out on the table neatly, before grabbing his cup of coffee and taking a sip. He was more than eager to catch this criminal - specifically because he's been causing a bit of a ruckus, making it infinitely harder for Hyunjin to do his own work - his killings.

The Pine Killer burned him, ruthlessly taking away his time to shine. With cops patrolling at every corner trying to investigate, it makes it infinitely harder to make his own name. All of his plans, down to minute details, were ripped out from under him like a rug.

Just as he hated the Pine Killer, he loved them. Hyunjin had the mind to play the same game, he wanted to meet his new obsession. Enamored by each artistic treat left behind, he yearned to taste their skin. His dangerous penchant was wanting what he couldn’t have.

He lived in LA his entire life, he's been wanting to kill since he was a kid, there was no way in hell he was going to let some gimp with a god complex ruin his chances. He looked up to Chan, smiling still.

"Chief assigned me to help you out with your case." More specifically, bribed to assign him. "So... catch me up to speed."

Chan flashed Hyunjin a grateful smile, wrapping his hands around the styrofoam cup and blowing on it before taking a sip. Liquid fire, just like he liked it, boiling hot. It was nice of him, but there was something different about this approach. What did he want?

It was a kind gesture, but he didn't really need help from anyone, he was open to hearing some suggestions though. He watches Hyunjin carefully as he opens his mouth to speak, and what he said gave Chan a shock.

He chokes on the steaming liquid, coughing as it burns the back of his throat, nearly shooting out of his nose.

"What?!" Chan sputtered through his coughs, trying to catch his breath.

Hyunjin flushed red, glancing around his shoulders to meet the curious eyes that befell upon them. He set his cup back down, his fingers drumming onto the file.

"Look, it wasn't my decision, but I think it would be really good for you. I mean this is a tough case, and I'm eager to learn, it's like I won't even be there," he tried to explain quickly, his words stumbling as he tried to keep Chan from blowing up. He met his eyes, searching for any sign of anger or malcontent.

Chan couldn't believe his ears! Jinyoung put him with one of the puppies?! Are you kidding?!

"Absolutely not. Oh my God!" He clears his throat, much more bewildered than angry at this very moment. This definitely had to be a joke, he must have been dreaming. It would be a good time to wake up now, because this dream got him good.

"You're not kidding, are you?"

#sub!chan #sub!skz #sub!stray kids #dom!reader #domme!reader #sub!hyunjin #yandere hyunjin #yandere!hyunjin #yandere reader #yandere!reader #stray kids angst #sub!idol #sub idol

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nimblermortal · 4 years ago

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Some Further Old Guard Liveblogging

#OH MAN BOOKER'S SMIRK WHEN MERRICK REFUSES TO COME CLOSER TO ANDROMACHE#THAT IS THE SMIRK OF 'I see Yusuf headbutted you already'

#also also I cannot deal with Merrick's suits with hoodies on them#they're so terrible#what a fantastic piece of villain costuming I hate him for that alone

#OH MAN THAT POOR DOCTOR#STUCK IN A ROOM WITH FOUR BICKERING IMMORTALS#FOR THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE#man if Nile hadn't come along her life woulda suuuuuuuucked#Nicoló was trying his best at that anyway#apparently Merrick Pharmaceuticals comes equipped with semi-automatic rifles but not gags

man their card readers work really well and fast. I am impressed. I have... not had this luck with card readers. They usually blink a few times and take a few tries. (Also, nobody uses card readers anymore? I’m not even in that critical of an industry and we have the beepy key fob things. That respond to badges.)

As Nile enters the lab... Yusuf: what the heck where did this come from Nicoló: eh? I do not know that this is a good turn of events Andy: breathlessly happy to see her Booker: oh how my sins have revisited me

It continues to bother me how Nile breaks into the lab and goes straight for the one who’s not immortal and who has the least ability to cope with the situation, given that she’s already injured; and then stands there and talks to her when she could be letting someone else loose to deal with the four shooters at the door that she just mentioned. Just. Free one hand on each of them and then get on to releasing all the bonds on your favorite!

Yeah, keep standing there with your motivational speeches and your NOT RELEASING PEOPLE WHO WILL ACTUALLY HELP YOU, I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN

Andy, who is not an absolute idiot, releases one of Nicoló’s arms as her first action and then moves on. Nicoló, who is also not an idiot, immediately rolls over and begins releasing the rest of himself, which is the SANE THING TO DO, NILE, YOU’RE AN IDIOT

Booker: No, you should just leave me here Andy: This is an intervention.

Andy, heading for the door: Let’s get this motherfucker Everyone else, aware she is now mortal: <suddenly falls in ahead of her and does not let her take point as she is prone to doing>

Andy’s labrys is such a prop weapon, it looks weirdly light and also fiberglass. I could be wrong! I don’t know about these things! but I think it’s a functional reproduction, not something she’s had for a while.

Andy is Mom Friend, looking after her little gang. Yusuf is Dad Friend, worrying too much.

Nile: Andy! It is I, meat shield! Nicoló: Oh, that’s a good idea.

You know, they really oughtn’t be speaking English in combat situations. This would be a great time to be using a dead language, effectively enabling you to say exactly where you’re going without your enemy understanding it. (Or Nile. But they’ve got Nile.)

“Shit! Jammed!” is where Nicoló needs to be there to mutter in baleful Ligurian about combat teams and palises.

They really shoulda killed that guy on the ground... nobody needs to know they exist, or what they can do.

I should tell Hyacinth about the throw at 1:44.

Nile has such a nice face.

“I think you showed up when I lost my immortality” well you’re wrong. You been stabbed and healed since then. Also puts paid to my theory that it gave out when you said you were done and not interested in trying to help people anymore. It just is what it is; humans try to assign meaning and stories to thinks, but at the end of the day, it’s all quantum.

NILE IS SO SHORT BUT NICOLÓ IS THE ONE SITTING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BACK SEAT (if anyone cares for fic: Yusuf has shotgun, Nicoló in the back seat middle, Andy is driving, Nile behind Yusuf and Booker behind Andy. Is there any advantage to this? None that I see. Except that Yusuf was in front so he had the opportunity to claim shotgun, and Booker is a filthy traitor who doesn’t deserve the front seat. Nile is new and I don’t know what Nicoló’s excuse is except that it’s easiest to reach the front seat from the middle of the back seat, and everyone assumes Andy will get to sit in the front, so this puts Nicoló in position to get hands on either of them as needed.)

I have no idea why we are expected to care about the pewter-topped bars at the pub they choose to go to.

“There’s not much to decide, it’s not like they can kill me.” Yusuf stares through the window as if he is contemplating exactly that; Booker can’t find an acceptable face to make back at him.

“You’re a good kid” is such a patronizing thing to say to someone, it really emphasizes both how young Nile is and how much younger she is than the rest of them. Also, I will never understand how Booker’s being a bad parent means no one should go see their family while they’re still alive.

Yeah, Yusuf is not satisfied with this arrangement, Nicoló considers it the right thing to do whether it is satisfying or not, and Nile hates hurting people.

Also, given that I headcanon that Andy is cursed to be an atheist surrounded by stubbornly faithful people, “Have a little faith, Book” is a great line. Like. Andy has made her position on religion clear, but at least Nicoló has at one point in his life been committed to religious ideals. The other two - well, I have my own thoughts about how Yusuf interacts with his faith, but it’s just hilarious if Booker is also stubbornly Catholic, for his own journey and so that Andy can be all, “Every time we get a new immortal I explain to them how we are cursed, there is no god, our existence is proof of the whims of the world triumphing over any sort of divine plan, and every time they just hold out! Nicoló is laughing at me!” and she tries doing this to Nile and none of the others are quite laughing out loud, but Nicoló has very expressive smirks, okay? And then you take that background and apply it to Booker saying he’ll never see her again and Andy choosing the last thing she says to him to be, “Have a little faith“ - this thing she has been denying, giving him this as a recognition, he’s spent all movie starving for her recognition as she just gives him tasks, so she recognizes him and this thing they don’t share but that she’s now offering value to, and hey, as long as he’s believing in illogic, he might as well have some in her, right? or in technology and medicine? it’s not all that important how it plays out, but for her to grant this concession to him is... magnanimous in a satisfying way, if you headcanon all of the aforesaid.

Aww, Yusuf is the unsatisfied one but he’s also the one who stays watching Booker for the longest. And he’s the only one who looks back.

:( the German is too blurred for me to read this passport, but I really want to see if there’s any justifying Yusuf being named Joseph Jones and nationality (?) Deutsch. But even if that’s so - which is conceivable - I want to know why both Hamburg and Frankfurt are on his passport. Mine doesn’t have any cities on it at all - but then again, I’ve had friends ask me to get my passport out just to demonstrate how funny American passports are. (Most countries are like “ah yes, we need blank pages to stamp visas and entries/exits on. The US of A goes, “what if our blank pages had dramatic pictures of the biomes of the continental US and inspirational quotes across the tops?” Make your own arguments about American exceptionalism, patriotism, conspicuous consumption...)

THEY WERE AT THE FALL OF THE BERLIN WALL GOOD FOR THEM also just a weird place for them to be, that incident was. So much a mistake. So much spontaneous. And it’s a weird time to be smuggling people across the wall (and very difficult to do, and. There are better things for immortal soldiers to do with their time at this point). So like. Good for them, I bet that was an endorphin surge, but weird that they were there.

Awwww, Nicoló’s little “I knew we were trying to do good, it is nice to have confirmation that it works sometimes” smirk

It’s a nice speech, Andy, but what you’re actually saying to Copley is, “Booker was our computer/intel guy and we kicked him out, so we need you to do his job and possibly train Nile in it”

I know by “ether” she means like. Internets. But. I love imagining them as just old sometimes, and not always keeping up with all the right things. And having her mean, “When we leave a footprint in the luminiferous aether” because she honestly still believes that light needs a medium to travel in and it’s just never come up as relevant to correct that assumption, she’s proud of being well-read in science a hundred years ago - well, that’s wonderful.

Aww, Copley got a Nicoló smirk. And I think Yusuf sensed it, though he could not possibly have seen it.

Aaaaand scene with Booker drunk and unhappy in Paris, so what else is new to Paris. Spray your glass all over public spaces, it’ll improve the general cleanliness of the surfaces. And Quynh is probably going to show up in Nile’s room shortly, I bet she’s just tired of dreaming of them. I... honestly don’t know that I like the idea of a sequel. Franchises leave a lot of room for making things worse. There’s a lot of open space in this movie, but that’s where I like to put my fanfiction.

#the old guard #Nimblermortal liveblogs #Nimblermortal tags TOO LITTLE AND TOO LATE #this post will update until I get to the end of the movie #which is not much further now #let me just rewind and see each of their expressions as Nile comes in

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keyboardpunk · 5 years ago

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The Hunter The Gods Have Sent

Male!Bloodhound x Fem!Reader

Rating: M(18+) Summary: For some, that battle cry invoked fear. For you, it was a blessing. Warnings: Graphic sexual content, blood and gore, canon typical violence. Reader is also a hunter, but not in the Apex Games. Word Count: 22154

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Your prey truly was beautiful. She stood on lean, nimble legs, powerful and agile, as was the rest of her muscular form. Her fur looked soft as the blades of grass beneath her hooves and was just as green. The antlers atop her head were thin and twirling, much like the branches in the trees above. Her tail, long, skinny and hairless, aside from the bushel on the end, was nonchalantly swooshing back and forth, expressing her comfort. She stood tall and proud, her eyes never resting as she continuously scanned the area around her.

She had not spotted you, however, where you hid cleverly on the hill nearby, crouched between foliage and boulders. You had been tracking her all morning, following footprints in the mud from the early morning dew, following where the grass parted from her hooves treading through, following indents in the trees where she paused to scratch at her antlers. The season wouldn’t be changing for awhile. Her antlers weren’t due to shed just yet. She was likely anxious, but you weren’t sure what it was that made her uneasy.

Bow in one hand, you carefully removed an arrow from the strap on your thigh and pulled it against the curved metal. The feathers tickled your cheek as you pulled the arrow back, tight and strong against the wire. The contraption was unfitting in the wilderness, but you knew how to hide it. The arrowhead was pointed directly at her, where it would pierce her heart and end her life in mere seconds. She would die before she felt the pain of the arrow or the blood oozing from her still beating organ.

The bow creaked quietly as you pulled the arrow back. It was taut, pulled tight, just like the muscles in your abdomen and arm, ready to fire as soon as your fingers gave away. But, then, you saw a smaller prey crawl out from the nearby foliage. It shook its entire body, starting from its head, all the way down to its little hooves, shaking loose leaves and twigs that got caught in its fur.

You relaxed your hold, letting the bow loosen and the arrow go limp in your grasp as you watched them. The youngling skipped over to its mother and ducked under her body to suckle at her tit. With how long and thick her fur had grown, you weren’t able to see the swollen bag, a clear sign that she was nursing. Still, you silently cursed yourself for not noticing and wasting so much time on her.

The grass shifted behind you, so quiet it could have been the wind; however, there were many dangerous carnivores out here and you weren’t taking chances. You spun around, drawing the arrow back in a split second so it was ready to fire at whoever dared approach you. What was crouched in front of you, leaving a few feet of distance, wasn’t an animal, but a human… maybe. They were wearing a mask with two large lenses over the eyes and a tube over the mouth that moved around to the back, likely to a filter.

You immediately recognized that mask, but didn’t immediately move to relax your arrow. You kept it drawn, pointed at their chest, this time, knowing it wouldn’t pierce that helmet. The stranger lifted their gloved hands and showed you their palms, fingers spread, an expression of compliance. “My apologizes,” they whispered, voice low, almost gentle, heavily accented, and oh so unforgettable.

Bloodhound, one of the Apex Legends, clad in their signature helmet, though otherwise under dressed. They were not wearing their usual attire, clad in camouflage print, baggy pants and a light brown poncho over a long sleeved, light green undershirt. Their boots were faded brown, heavy with a thick tread and a little intimidating. The belt around their hips was thick and a bit hidden under the poncho; but, you caught the glimpses of the weapons they were carrying.

You hesitated, not yet trusting of this stranger, yet not quite proud of keeping your arrow pointed at them for so long. “Your hunt vas impressive. Forgive me for overstepping boundaries,” Bloodhound spoke, like a distant whisper. You blinked at Bloodhound, wondering if that was the reason they followed you here. “I vas certain no one else hunted here,” they explained furthermore.

You lowered your arrow, but kept your grip on it firm. Somehow, you knew that Bloodhound understood your precautions. They made no motion for their weapons, but lowered their hands to the ground for balance. “I’m not from around here,” you explained. Bloodhound nodded in understanding. “I am Bloth Hundr. You can call me Bloodhound. May I ask for your name?” The way Bloth asked for your name came unexpected: a firm request, but a gentle one. You couldn’t see into the lenses of that helmet to steal a look at their eyes, or the tiniest glimpse of skin, for they were fully covered. Yet, you didn’t hesitate to reply.

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You already knew who Bloodhound was, sort of. You didn’t know who was under that helmet, how their face wrinkled when they smiled, or what name they were given by their parents. But, you knew what Bloodhound was: an Apex Legend, one of the best killers on the Frontier, a renowned hunter and infamous challenger. But, you didn’t make this obvious to Bloth, and was uncertain if they knew and simply didn’t acknowledge it, or was completely unaware.

Even though Bloth hadn’t seen you in the week that passed since your first meeting, you saw them again, on TV. Bloodhound had won the match that week, secured the win and even made a substantial amount of kills. Their banner was on display all over the internet, all over television. It was quite the match and quite the victory. It was to be expected of one of the best hunters on the frontier.

It didn’t stop you from returning to the same forest on the early hours of Saturday morning, with the hope of tracking a male this time. You managed to catch a large hoof pattern just as the sun rose and shined light through the trees. It was a little old, the impression in the muddy grass, but you were confident you could follow it. Sure enough, you wandered across more prints, broken branches where its antlers had gotten tangled, and even droppings.

A few hours passed like minutes as you focused on the task at hand. Eventually, you found yourself in a thick bundle of trees, peaking between the logs to see what was making noises on the other side. There he was, magnificently huge, muscular, with antlers that towered above his head like tree branches. His fur was thick and lush green, expressing how healthy he was. This late in the season, you knew he would have already mated several females and was prime for the hunt. You would feel no guilt in claiming his life.

You carefully unsheathed an arrow and pulled it along the bow before navigating slowly through the trees, crouched down low. You were dirty, with mud up to your thighs and streaks of green across your chest, back and arms from plants that you had rubbed against during your tracking. You blended in well where you lurked, carefully approaching a spot where you could get a clear shot.

Just as you pulled your arrow back so the bow was taut, as firm as it possibly could go, you set your foot on a soft spot where the dirt had become muddy from rainfall. Your heel slid barely an inch, but made the most faintest of sounds as it did so. The shifting mud alerted the deer. His ears perked up and he rose, immediately jolting from where he stood and taking off in a gallop into the woods.

You groaned, letting your weight fall against the tree nearby, slouching against it. You loosened your hold on the arrow, leaning against the tree with a heavy sigh. Your skull thunked against the tree, though you were too irritated and disappointed to feel how badly it hurt. You could almost hear the distant sound of your father’s laughter that always came before words of wisdom. But, he wasn’t here. However, a voice did follow, and it startled you.

“Vas a good try,” a familiar voice spoke. You stood up straight and spun around to locate the voice. A familiar form stepped out of the brush, revealing themselves. You smiled a bit bitterly at that mask. “Sure,” you replied sarcastically, turning away from Bloodhound. “Did you follow me out here to mock me?” the words were not spoken with much venom, but they were still rude, falling from your lips before you could stop yourself.

“Vas not mocking,” Bloth stated firmly, walking around to stand by you. “Your skills are admirable; but, you place too little faith in nature.” You turned slightly towards Bloodhound, whose large goggles were focused on you. The metal charms that dangled around their helmet blew gently in the breeze, making no sound, oddly. It left you to wonder what the purpose was for those. In fact, you often wondered why the mask at all, whether the mysterious stranger needed it or wanted it. But, you would never dare ask something so private.

You shook your head slightly, disagreeing with their statement. “Nature doesn’t want me to catch it,” you replied, scoffing a bit. Bloodhound seemed intrigued by your statement, an emotion that was not given away by the expression you couldn’t see, but the subtle way in which their stance changed. “To hunt and be hunted is nature. It wants you to earn the kill.”

For a moment, Bloth stood and stared at you, tilting their head ever so slightly, as if to judge your reaction. You lowered your brow slightly, an expression of consideration. But, the mysterious Bloodhound didn’t want to hear a response from you before carrying on and disappearing into the woods, leaving you alone to continue your hunt.

At that point, you were hungry and tired, frustrated with your circumstances and misfortune. Once again, you went home without a kill. As strange as it might have been, a part of you hoped Bloodhound would be there again, next time, like a raven’s watchful eye.

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For the civilized and wealthy, hunting could be viewed as barbaric and unnecessary, or maybe a sport to bring home a valiant piece to mount on the wall. But, for some, like you, it was a necessity. You hunted because you were raised to do so. Your kill would provide food and valuable resources the world might have long forgotten, but still desperately needed.

There were people who would spend their gold on a fresh kill. A buck’s precious meat could feed you for weeks when properly preserved, and his antlers and hide would sell handsomely. Some of his organs were delicious and others were deadly, an ingredient for snake repellent, maybe. His bones could be ground up for the compost soil.

For some, like you, that was survival. It was the very reason why you were out here tonight, hunting in the pouring rain, in a forest you had not yet familiarized yourself with, on a planet very distant from your homeland, all alone. The dark clouds had completely swallowed the moon, making it dark and dreary. While the rain wasn’t particularly heavy, it had been going on for hours, leaving the forest, and you, sopping wet.

All you had to guide you was your senses and a pair of night vision goggles. They were heavy on your face, a bit fogged up from the cold, and not particularly good ones at that. But, it ensured you had a sense of where you were going and didn’t run face first into a tree. There was a compass on the HUD, which was essential, ensuring you weren’t running in circles.

Early in your hunt, you had caught sight of an old buck. He had likely survived many summers. He was a survivor who had lived a long and prosperous life in these woods; you were content with taking his life, assuming you could catch him, that is. His hooves were more equipped for this weather than your boots. His fur was thick and well insulated, unlike your cargo pants. Your jacket was holding up decently, for the most part.

You followed his trail and caught him standing still for a second too long. You reached to your back to pull out your bow. Just as you stepped forward, your foot caught nothing but air. In your advance, you failed to realize you were stepping over a steep hill into a ditch. You tried to catch yourself, but failed, and slid right into the mud.

You slid along your heels and then onto your behind, completely soaking yourself in mud from the waist down. For a second, you laid there in the ditch, in disbelief of your misfortune. Clearly, these woods did not want you hunting in them. It was a sign from an almighty force of nature, perhaps. Or maybe the forest was haunted by a mighty deer who ensured you were never successful.

“Fuck,” you deadpanned, reaching up to rip the night vision goggles off your face. Some water droplets had gotten through the rubber seal and was clinging to your eyelashes. You dragged the back of a gloved hand across your eyes, trying to wipe away the droplets. It was nearly impossible to make out anything in the darkness, but you could make out the faint outline of the trees above.

“It is nice to see you again.” You didn’t even flinch this time. The voice was coming from above, not very far behind you. You could almost feel Bloodhound’s goggles staring into the back of your head, like two, big, watchful eyes. “I highly doubt that,” you replied, somewhat joking and somewhat bitter. They must have thought you incredibly pathetic, wallowing in the mud and getting rained on. But, if did make you wonder why Bloth was out here.

“You are persistent and strong villed,” Bloodhound continued, their tone sounding almost endearing. Their accent was heavy, as always, distorted from beneath their mask, and strangely had you itching to hear more; but, you pushed those thoughts as far back as you possibly could. “I’m pleased to see you did not give up,” they finished. You slipped the night vision goggles back on and stood up, looking around for a way to get out of the trench. You caught sight of Bloodhound’s helmet and froze up, as if hypnotized by the sight.

Bloth truly looked terrifying through the lenses of your goggles. The round eyes on the mask were beaming, staring at you and unblinking like a ghostly apparition. There was a yellow stripe down the center along the top of the head piece; the paint gave off a strange glow in the eyes of your night vision goggles, like the stripe along the back of a venomous snake.

But, then, Bloodhound crouched down slightly and extended an arm, palm open and offering. It caught you off guard, a friendly gesture that almost didn’t match the heavy head piece and all-seeing eyes. Bloodhound’s helmet was the face of a deadly predator and skilled hunter, after all. Then again… perhaps, you were just tired and not thinking straight. You were standing in a ditch like an idiot and Bloth was simply trying to help.

You took their hand with a little hesitation and Bloodhound tugged you up so you could lift a foot onto the edge of the trench and hoist yourself the rest of the way. When the soft mud began to give way and collapse, Bloodhound pulled you almost violently to ensure you wouldn’t fall back into the trench. Bloth’s strong jerk practically hoisted you the entire way out of the hole. You gasped, but followed through with your legs, perhaps a bit too much.

Your body collided with Bloth, chest to chest, abdomen to abdomen. They let out a quiet grunt, a sound that was almost animalistic as it came out from that mask. Your chests were pressed together for the slightest second and you likely would have smacked into their helmet had you not maintained the slightest bit of control. Immediately, you jolted away from them. “Sorry!” you squeaked, sheepishly looking away. But, you could still feel those goggles staring you down. Bloth didn’t move away from you or seem at all discomforted by the situation. “Thank you for that,” you added on quickly.

“No need,” Bloodhound replied, simply. A bit embarrassed, you decided to cut this meeting short, despite the desire to do the opposite. You were split in two, between wanting to leave and wanting to acquaint yourself further with the mysterious hunter. You wanted to hear more of that voice, always sounding so distant, even when they were standing right beside you. “I should-” you began, cut off when the wind blew a sudden and powerful gust that threatened to knock you over.

You were feeling a little lightheaded and, under normal circumstances, would not have been perturbed by the wind. Yet, the storm, while not particularly intense, had picked up slightly. The rain was falling a little harder and the winds began to pick up, making the tree branches tremble and leaves rattle. You were only faintly aware of how wet your clothes had become. You locked your jaw tightly out of fear your teeth would began to chatter. However, despite being aware of that, you were oblivious to the fact that you were trembling slightly.

“Felagi,” Bloth called out calmly and a bit firmly. Even though you had no idea what that meant, you knew they were trying to get your attention. When you looked up, through your goggles, you could see the rain droplets falling onto Bloodhound’s mask and catching like crystals on the lenses over their eyes. “Please, I worry for your health,” Bloodhound began. “Ve should take skjól - ah, shelter - from the rain.”

“B-Bloth, I-” you began, mentally cursing yourself for the stutter. But, you also paused as a realization washed over you. You were a stranger to this person, curious of them, yet always hesitant to get close. It was the first time you had actually addressed them by a name, and it was the name that Bloodhound had used when introducing themselves to you. Perhaps, it was your imagination; but, you thought you saw their head tilt ever so slightly at the sound of their name on your lips.

“I don’t want to burden you,” you finished, almost like you were out of breath. The slightly distorted voice of Bloodhound cut through the sounds of the trembling forest. “You are not,” came that heavy accent, low like they were making a special request. “I vish you to humble me this once.” You blinked slowly, staring at Bloodhound almost in disbelief. You… humble them…? How absurd… and a not single cell in your body could possibly say no.

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