#my messages are open to discuss this but i don't answer to hate

[cloveswifey]

Truth or dare

Parings: Maddy Perez x Fem!Reader

Type: Smut

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: smut, Clit Rubbing, scissoring, lots of kissing, face riding, eating out, choking, explicit Language.

A/n: This is my first smut so please don't hate haha.

Y/N strolled through the aisles of a bustling shopping center, browsing through the latest fashion trends. As she reached for a cute sweater, her phone buzzed, indicating an incoming call. She looked at the screen and smiled; it was her good friend Cassie.

"Hey, Cassie!" Y/N greeted warmly, answering the call. "What's up?"

"Hey, Y/N!" Cassie's voice sounded excited on the other end. "I was wondering if you wanted to sleepover tonight!"

Y/N's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but grin. "That sounds great, Cassie! Count me in! What time should I come over?"

Cassie replied enthusiastically, "Come over around 7 pm!"

Y/N nodded eagerly, even though Cassie couldn't see. "I can't wait! I'll bring my favorite board games. Oh, and maybe some snacks too."

"Perfect!" Cassie exclaimed. "I'll let Kat and Maddy know. They've been dying for a sleepover too. It's going to be an epic night!"

As the conversation continued, Y/N finished up her shopping and headed towards the checkout counter. They discussed their plans, making sure everything was set for the much-anticipated sleepover. The excitement in their voices was contagious, causing Y/N's anticipation to grow with every passing minute.

Later that evening, Y/N arrived at Cassie's house with a bagful of board games and snacks. The door opened, revealing a beaming Cassie, already wearing her favorite pair of cozy pajamas.

"Y/N, you made it!" Cassie exclaimed, pulling her friend into a warm hug. "Maddy and Kat are in the living room!"

Soon enough they had all gathered in her cozy living room, filled with blankets and pillows, ready for a night of laughter and adventure.

As the night progressed, they found themselves engrossed in the movie "Clueless," but soon enough, their excitement dwindled, and they started itching for something more exciting.

Cassie, being the bold and mischievous one, suggested they play a game of truth or dare. The group agreed, and they huddled together, ready for a night of revealing secrets and daring challenges.

Cassie spun the bottle, and it pointed right at her. Kat wasted no time in coming up with a dare for her. "I dare you to call your sister; Lexi and say the weirdest thing you can think of!"

Cassie's eyes gleamed mischievously as she happily took out her phone and dialed Lexi's number. As the others listened intently, Cassie giggled and proceeded to say the strangest things that came to her mind. Laughter echoed throughout the room as they imagined Lexi's bewildered reactions.

After a few more rounds of truth or dare, it was finally Y/N's turn. "Truth or dare."

"Truth." Y/n replied.

Maddy, feeling curious, couldn't help but ask, "Y/N, have you ever kissed a girl?"

Y/N blushed and shyly replied, "No, I haven't."

As the night wore on, the girls found themselves growing bored of playing truth or dare. Cassie, exhausted from the excitement, had passed out on the couch. Y/N and Maddy were left to their own devices, trying to figure out how to keep the momentum of the evening going.

Just as they were pondering what to do next, Kat's phone buzzed with a message. Curiosity piqued, she picked up her phone and read the message, her eyes widening with surprise. It was from Ethan, asking her to come over.

Unable to contain her excitement, Kat turned to Y/N and Maddy. "Guess what, guys? Ethan just messaged me and asked me to come over! I'm gonna head out for a bit." With a sheepish smile, she got up from her spot and made her way towards the door.

Left alone together, Y/N and Maddy exchanged glances. In Maddy's eyes, a playful spark danced, and she decided to revisit the question she had asked earlier. Taking a deep breath, she looked at Y/N and asked, "You know my question earlier, right?"

Your Pov

You nodded, recalling the question about kissing a girl. Your heart raced slightly, wondering where Maddy was going with this conversation.

Maddy's mischievous smile grew wider as she leaned closer to you and asked, "Would you like to give it a try?"You hesitated for a moment, contemplating the situation.

You slowly nodded and the two girls leaned in, eyes shut as their lips slowly met in the middle.

Maddys lips felt soft against mine as they collided, before slowly pulling away.

Your body went stiff, your breathing caught in your throat. "Relax," she says softly, using her right hand to move a strand of hair out of your face. You exhale, letting yourself loosen up. "Good girl."

Maddy smirked looking into your eyes before leaning in again to capture you into a much deeper kiss. Your lips move together slowly, yet passionately.

You could feel Maddy's warm breath on your cheek as she softly enters her tongue, and your tongues begin to playfully intertwine.

You begin lightly massaging your fingers into Maddy's hair, in which she lets out a small moan in response.

However, the thought of cassie sleeping beside you, quickly brings you back to reality, and you realise that you both may have gotten a bit too carried away.

"Cassie might, wake up," you remind maddy in-between kisses, eliciting a groan from her as she pulls your waist towards her so that your chests were touching.

"No," Maddy hesitates, her desire evident in her attempts to intensify the kiss. She doesn't want to break away, so she starts increasing the speed of your lip movements.

However, you hesitated and suggested, "Why don't we go to the bathroom at least?"

Maddy giggled mischievously and took hold of your hand, leading you towards the Howard's home bathroom.

Upon entering, Maddy swiftly pressed You against the wall and passionately kissed you.

"Now that you've kissed a girl..." Maddy whispered in-between kisses, "what about fucking one." She spoke her hand travelling down to your core, massaging you through the fabric. You let out a whimper in response.

"You like that baby?" Maddy smirked.

"Fuck yes." You moaned out, reaching up to remove your bralette, leaving you in her short flowy skirt.

"No bra?" Maddy chuckled, before connecting your lips once again.

You moaned against her lips as she continued rubbing circles against your throbbing clit.

You felt an orgasm approaching, and you gripped Maddy's shoulder as your thighs trembled. She noticed how close you were and stopped, causing you to pout.

"I wanna taste you." Maddy whispered

"Please." Y/n whimpered, Maddy then snaking her fingers around the hem of your panties, slowly pulling them off.

Maddy reluctantly pulls her bra off, throwing it on the ground, diving down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses before reaching your breasts and placing her mouth around your nipple.

Your hands travel down to her jeans, and you start to unbutton her pants. She moves your hands and finishes unbuttoning her jeans herself, sliding them off of her and kicking them onto the ground.

Slowly, laying down on the cold floor, bare, Maddy beckons you with a soft whisper, “Come here," lightly pulling your body down. You sat on top of her shyly, your bare pussy resting on her abdomen.

"Pretty pussy." She smirks, before slapping your cunt, causing you to yelp before she leans down and kisses your clit sweetly.

"sit on my face." She demands, putting her hands on your hips and encouraging you to scoot up. You comply, adjusting yourself until your pussy is hovering over her mouth.

You could feel her nails lightly scratching at your waist before she, pushed your hips down and buried her face into your pussy, her tongue swirling against your folds.

You grind your hips against her mouth, looking down to see your skirt covering half her face. She placed her hands under your skirt and on the curve of your ass, guiding you up and down her tongue.

"Fuck... you taste so good," she moans against your clit as she sucks harshly.

"Don't stop!" you cried, your thighs already shaking, she hums against your clit in response, wrapping her arms around your thighs to keep you on her face.

"cum for me." she says, coaxing you through an orgasm. Moans and curse words spill from your lips.

Your body spasms as white flashes before your eyes, everything around you disappearing and pure euphoria consuming your body.

you continue to sloppily ride out your high on Maddy's face, your climax washes over you and she makes sure to catch every last drop of your release. You twitch as she uses her tongue to clean you up.

Maddy quickly turns both of you over, firmly requesting, "give me your leg."

You lift up your leg and she puts it over her shoulder. She positions herself between your legs until your cunts are touching. You moan at the feeling of her warm and wet pussy against yours. She wraps her arm around your leg, her hand making its way around your neck. She slowly starts to grind against you, both of your throbbing clits massaging each others. The whine that falls from her lips surprise you, sending a shiver through your body.

You groan as you feel the rhythm of her movements, your hand moving to cup one side of her waist to steady her. Moans spill from your mouth, the feeling of pure ecstasy tingling through your bodies.

Each motion creates an intense friction between us, causing her to moan loudly as the pleasure intensifies.

She squeezes your neck, causing your eyes to roll back to your head, as you practically melt into her, squirming beneath her touch.

"Fuck, you feel so good against me." she says, looking down and watching the way your cunts slide against each other.

"Fuck-" she spat, her chest rising up and down abnormally fast, throwing her head back and squeezing your neck harder.

"I'm gonna cum." she cried, her clit pulsing against yours.

"Me too." you moaned, closing your eyes.

The amount of pleasure you were experiencing was not like anything you've felt before. You both were practically screaming as you reached reached your climax.

You felt her fluids spill onto your heat, her body quivering as she continues to ride out her high against you. You follow her orgasm shortly after her, shockwaves are sent throughout your body. All to be heard were two wet pussys kissing one another.

She lays down next to you, staring at the celling. Both of you just taking a moment to gather yourselves, trying to catch your breaths. "Holy shit, that was fucking hot." she exhales.

[icycoldninja]

can you write DMC boys seeing their ex who they thought were dead ? hope i wrote this right 😖 my english sucks 😔

Don't worry, your message was clear! Sorry this took so long. Enjoy!

Sparda boys + V x Supposedly dead!Ex!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante never really got over your presumed death, so seeing you running towards him, perfectly fine and all smiles, he was extremely shocked.

-At first, he thought he was hallucinating, then when you collided with him, grinning and giggling, he realized you were real after all.

-Of course, he asked a lot of questions and freaked out at every answer, but was happy to see you nonetheless.

-It was then when that asshat finally realized how much he needed you in his life and decided to give your relationship a second chance, if you would allow it, that is.

-Assuming you accepted his offer, it is safe to say that you two will be much happier than before.

■ Vergil ■

-The normally stoic Vergil is reduced to tears upon seeing you alive and well. He knows it's weird, since you guys broke up and all, but your "death" opened his eyes to some things, including how much he really loved you.

-He immediately drops his stony facade and runs into your arms, tears streaming down his face as he squeezes the life back out of you.

-You have to forcibly pry him off of you if you want to retain your health, and an intact ribcage.

-After that, you and Vergil have a talk, discussing several things, including how you're even alive right now.

-You never verbally express desires to get back together, but it seems to have happened anyway. It's a strange situation but you don't question it and neither does he.

□ Nero □

-Hoo boy, better bring some construction grade headphones, we've got a screamer.

-Nero freaks out immediately, not even bothering to give you a second to explain.

-He's shouting, yelling, demanding answers and on the verge of tears in under a minute. This is truly a rollercoaster of emotions, though can you really blame him? He missed you! But you broke up, so shouldn't he hate you?

-While he avoids talking about that while you try to explain how you are still alive, he's a little on edge and very confused. Is this really you or a demon imitation, like Trish? Should you guys get back together? What if you resent him? What if you reject him? What to do, what to do.

-Nero's gonna need a little while to regenerate his diminishing braincells after this, so give him a while, and he might come back to you--or you can go back first, it doesn't really matter, now does it?

● V ●

-V is speechless. It's only fair, considering how long it's been since he last got to see you.

-Part of him wants to get back together on the spot, the other part wants to turn and run for the hills.

-He ends up just standing there awkwardly while you explain how it is you're still alive.

-He responds as politely and naturally as he possibly could, then flees as soon as you turn your back.

-He doesn't really know what to do about this situation, even after spending a week thinking about it and talking it over with Griffon.

[royaltysuite]

Sweet Taste... (w/ Karl Heisenberg)

Summary: Right after the meeting with Mother Miranda and the rest of the lords, Heisenberg seems to need his favorite vice in the form of you shivering and whimpering beneath before he faces off with Ethan Winters. You seem to have the same thought to surprise him when he returns home... As the saying goes, great minds think alike.

Warnings: Dom!Heisenberg, Sub!Reader, unprotected p-i-v, Heisenberg fucks you in his work room, fingering, oral (m/f receiving), degradation

Author's Note: Here it is folks, my very first Kinktober 2024 post. The one will fall under the Domination/Submission category. This does not mean it can't be requested again. Each category is open to be requested with different characters. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it! Stay Classy~~~

Wanna Buy Me A Coffee?

When Karl was called away to an audience with Mother Miranda, I had already begun to suspect that he would return home highly upset. It was no secret that he hated being in her presence. After all, what she did to him was something he never wanted.

But, that didn't necessarily mean it didn't give him new gifts.

While Heisenberg was away, I began to prepare for his return. I made my way towards his main workshop which was connected to our bed chambers. The journey there was silent despite the sound of machinery clanging together.

It didn't take long for me to reach my destination and enter the room. Once inside, I quickly shut the door behind me and got to work clearing up some space. It didn't take long for me to get the area somewhat cleaned before I began to get myself ready.

Luckily, his workshop had a built-in shower room so I didn't have to walk too far to quickly shower and get dressed. Though, I did have to enter our shared room to grab my gift for Karl. It was a nice lingerie set that Alcina had gifted me despite Karl's protests.

Honestly those two argue like their true siblings. Besides the point...

I set the box aside on the bathroom counter before hopping underneath the stream of hot, steaming water. I stood under there for a good minute before actually scrubbing myself down with a jasmine infused oil, knowing it would be a welcome scent from the typical blood and grime he was used to.

I scrubbed for a good ten minutes before shutting off the water and drying off. Once dried, I then took the lingerie set and quickly got dressed. As I was in the middle ready, the phone in Karl's workshop began to rang. The loud ring startled me out of my skin and my hand went to my chest, trying to calm my racing heart.

The phone then rang three more times after the first. A sequence that only him and I knew in case we needed to contact one another. Once the ring finished, I immediately answered and was greeted by the gruff tone of my husband.

"Doll, you there?" His question pierced in my ear. "Yes, my love. I'm here. How did your audience go with Miranda?" I responded to him. "Not something I want to discuss over the phone. I'll be home soon, so be a good girl and wait for me alright?" The message was clear as day to me.

I knew exactly what he meant and it set the start to the fire in my stomach. Each second was agonizing to me when all I wanted was to feel his rough touch upon my body. But, I knew that if I started without him, I would be in for punishment instead of the pleasure I craved.

Five minutes had passed by in a blink of an eye and the doorknob to the workshop began to wiggle. 'He's here...' I thought, scrambling to make myself look presentable for him. My eyes never left from the door as it creaked open.

They soon landed on my husband's figure as he crossed the threshold into the room. He then saw my form spread out across his desk and he sucked in a sharp breath. "What's all this?" He questioned, his deep brown eyes darkening with lust as they roamed my plush, lingerie-clad figure.

"Just wanted to be a little...stress relief for you. After all, I know how much you hate being near that woman. So, why don't you come here and take what's yours?" That seemed to change something in him because as soon as I finished speaking, his lips immediately met with mine.

The kiss was heated and sloppy. It was like he was trying to devour me whole at that moment. My hands began to aimlessly wander, trying to reach his waistband. Though that didn't sit well with him. "Don't start acting like a brat. You'll get what you want soon enough..." He growled, taking my bottom lip in between his teeth and causing it to draw blood.

I winced softly but let out a whine, wanting nothing more but for him to hurry up and ravage me. Karl then pulled away and flipped me over, my stomach coming in contact with the cold feeling on the desk beneath me. His hands then began to move around my body, lingering along my waistband.

"Wearing such clothing...you must've been wanting to be treated like nothing. Is that what you want, Princess?" "Please, treat me like nothing but a dirty slut..." I moaned, trying to rub my ass against him in an attempt for him to get the hint.

Luckily, he did because as soon as I did, he delivered a swift smack against my right cheek and followed up with another. The sudden strike left me shocked and I gasped out a moan. Heisenberg then took the chance to finally rip off my panties, effectively tearing them to shreds. Well, there goes that pair...

Once the fabric was out of the way, he pulled my legs apart and the sight of my quivering pussy made him grunt as he took in my scent. I could feel his shaking breaths inching closer and closer before his lips attached themselves to my cunt.

Just like when he kissed me, that same passion and desire to devour me came back tenfold. Each flick of his tongue hitting my clit sent tiny sparks to my core. I tried my best to hold back my moans but was met with another strike to my ass. A silent way of him telling me 'Let me hear you...'

Though, I was never the best at keeping quiet when it came to sleeping with my beast of a husband.

Karl kept a solid, steady pace of eating me out - soon bringing me closer and closer to the edge of my first of many orgasms. "Close...i'm so close~" I whined, trying to pull him closer so that I could cum.

But my efforts proved futile as he pulled away, causing me to whine loudly due to my orgasm being ripped away from me. Though that of course didn't bother my husband. He then flipped me onto my back before working to remove his belt and pants.

The sight of his hands running down his body and palming himself through his boxers was one that I loved. Not wanting to lose my orgasm, I tried to finger myself but my hand was caught in his tight grip.

"Didn't I say to be a good little slut?" "P-please, I need-" "Shh, I know what you need, but you'll be digging yourself deeper into a hole if you continue to act up. Now, you wanna be my perfect little slut or a brat that gets nothing?" He questioned, his tone deep and sultry.

As much as I wanted to act out, the need to be fucked-out was much stronger. "I'll be good, I promise~~ Please fuck me!" I cried out, my cries soon turning into moans at the feeling of his length pushing past my entrance.

He fed me inch by inch until the entirety of his cock was nestled deep inside of me. Even without him moving, I could still feel him reach spots that I could never reach with any toy that I had. Not even with my fingers.

Karl, after giving me a few seconds to adjust, began thrusting at a steady pace. The slow drag of his cock against my walls was a feeling that could instantly send me into a euphoric bliss. No longer able to hold back, my moans echoed loudly in the room and if someone were to walk past, they'd know exactly what was happening behind these closed doors.

Pleased by my unspoken choice, Karl smirked and started to increase the pace. He pushed my legs closer to my head and began pounding away without any abandon. It caught me by surprise, but that was washed away completely and was replaced by pure and immense pleasure.

The lewd sound of his hips making contact with my ass. The smell of sweat, sex and ashes. And when he reached in between our bodies to start playing with my clit. It was like my senses went into overdrive and I came right then and there alongside my husband. Though really, I squirted all over his lower body.

This caught Karl by surprise and he chuckled under his breath. "Oh my...baby, how come you never told me you could do that?" "I-i didn't know I could even do that...this is so embarrassing." I stuttered in response, trying yet failing to shield my heated face from his gaze.

He then pulled my hands away from my face and planted a cheek on my cheek before whispering in my ear. "I hope you're ready for more because for the rest of the night, I'm making you do that over and over."

And with those words, he hoisted my naked form into an upright position. The sudden movement caused my legs to lock behind his back and my arms wrapped tightly around his neck, afraid that I would lose my grip and fall.

My husband let out a boisterous laugh before he made his way to the connecting room. Oh how long this night will be...

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Author's Note: And there we have it guys, the first ever post for Kinktober 2024! It honestly took a lot longer than I wanted but that's only because I kept getting distracted by other Kinktober fics. On another note, as stated previously, if there's a topic you'd like to use in any requests/commissions, please let me know. The topics won't be removed so you can ask for any topic with a character you'd like to see written for it. Anyways, that's all and I hope you guys do enjoy reading this! Stay Classy~~

[boyfiechan]

hiiiii

is there any chance you could do angst to fluff friends to lovers with chan with prompt 2? if not that’s ok 💕💕💕

thank you ❤️

Hi! Thank you for requesting, I kind of got a little carried away with the angst, sorry haha but please let me know what you think of it! <3

Click here to check out my prompt list.

In some way, you already knew this would happen.

Still, it made you terrified. It wasn't even the situation on its own, opening your door to him standing on the other side in the middle of one of the coldest nights of the year, looking so heartbroken and so confused that you can barely contain the need to embrace his body and confess all of the truth that, unbeknownst to him, has been eating you alive for the past few months. It was the aftermath of him learning about the secret you had tried so hard to keep hidden away, the one thing that could change absolutely everything between you two.

You fucked up, and you fucked up really bad.

Chan has been your closest friend for God knows how long at this point. You've shared so much of life together, seeing each other grow, experiencing new things, and learning about the intricacies of adult life and how complicated it is to simply exist sometimes. He was the one you always turned to—the one to drop everything and give you his complete attention when you needed to rant, the one to discuss your completely bizarre theories with, the one to call at the end of the day and share your random thoughts. The routine on nights like this would always be the same: both of you tucked under a pile of blankets on the floor of your living room, watching some sort of movie that neither of you knew anything about but decided on because the name or something in the poster was just so funny you couldn't ignore it. But it wasn't one of those nights, and it had been days since the last time he had even heard from you.

He didn't know.

And you didn't know, either. How could you even tell him how seeing him there made things so much harder than they already had been these last few weeks? How could you tell him that everything had changed, that the friendship you both adored and counted on so much would be completely ruined because your stupid, stupid heart decided to pick up on even the smallest of things he did? And now, after years of being his rock, his confidant, you betrayed it all by falling in love with him? You couldn't. It wasn't fair to him, it wasn't fair to you. It wasn't fair to the years and the secrets you shared with each other. It just wasn't.

And seeing him at your door, after you quickly brushed off all of his questions after accidentally picking up a call from him out of habit, you wanted to hide again. This is exactly what you have been doing since you noticed how your feelings changed towards him, after feeling your heart pick up astronomically as he simply laughed at a stupid video on his phone while you had dinner a few weeks ago. You hid away, rejecting calls, barely ever opening messages, and not answering any of them until you figured out a way to fix all of this.

What have I done? he asked so quietly you could have sworn your heart was sounding louder than his voice. His eyes searched for yours, silently begging for an explanation as to why you just left him so easily, why he's being cut away from your life all of a sudden. Please, you can't do this. Don't do this. Tell me what's wrong.

I love you, you think.

I don't know, you breathe out. You hate lying, hated lying to him even more, but it was for the best. It was easier to break your own heart than to break his.

Please don't lie to me. Please. His steps are so light and he moves so slowly you almost forget where you are. You can see his lips trembling a little, and he rubs his shaky hands as the night seems to get even colder. Can I come in? It's hard to speak. It's hard to think, even, and all you manage to do is step back as he makes his way in, barely even looking around. He doesn't go farther from the door, turning to look at you with a sort of emotion that you can't quite read on his face. What changed?

I love you. Your voice is barely there. It's hard to get it out, hard to even hear it in your own voice. The door is closed, yet your living room seems even colder than outside—you can feel his perfume and his shampoo and your heart breaking all at once and it's too much. I'm so sorry.

It's hard to look at him. It's hard to do anything, really, and your ears don't even seem to process any sound as he takes the last few steps in between you two. Somewhere in between his entrance, he took his shoes off, and as his socks come into your field of vision you notice you've been staring at the ground before you all this time.

No. Here it comes. Here's the feeling you've been avoiding for so long. Tell me to stop.

What? you know you're not sounding anywhere near stable right now.

Tell me to stop, please, or I won't be able to. It's cold inside but you can feel how warm he is, you can feel him right there, his hand searching for yours, his nose brushing against your cheek. It's so easy to get lost in it, so easy to give it all up just focusing on how his skin feels against yours as he plants a kiss on your temples, then another on your cheek, then one more on the corner of your lips. You need him there, you need him even more than you need to breathe, so you don't stop him and he doesn't stop either, finding your mouth with his and giving you exactly what you've been dreaming about all this time. It's unreasonably better than you could ever imagine, his hand suddenly cradling the back of your head as you completely melt into him.

And there's where you know everything has changed, but it doesn't terrify you anymore. Not when you can feel why he didn't even mind the cold outside, knowing damn well he must have walked all the way from his dorm to your door demanding an explanation as to why you disappeared from his life. That's when you know it all, when you can almost hear his heart beating inside his chest as you hold his face closer to yours.

That's when you know the complete truth—he loves you too.

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[mcufan72]

It's not a thought, it's a fact

Loki x female reader(18+)

18+/ enemies (?) to lovers/ bantering/ mutual pining/ fluff/ a little bit angsty/ implied smut but no actual smut.

Loki is part of the Avengers, you are one of Tony's office assistants.

"I won't team up with him, Tony!"

"She would love to," Loki smirked.

"No, Laufeyson, I would never. I hate you," you complained.

"She doesn't!" Loki teased back, grinning at Tony.

"I do hate you and I'll never team up with you," you snarled, glancing disdainfully at Loki.

"Stop it, you're worse than toddlers! I had enough of kindergarten now. You two team up for that mission and wait in the car for the delinquent. Observe the area and when you see him leaving the building you message us so we can get him," Tony became obviously furious.

"No! Are you serious Tony? I would rather spend a whole day with a hundred snakes in that car than with him!" You stated harshly.

"As I said, she likes me," Loki grinned smugly, hands on his hips.

"No, I hate you… Tony, please why can I not stay behind my desk and do my work? He can do it alone." You begged.

"No, he can't and you know why…", Tony responded.

"I'm not his nanny! Ask one of his countless affairs to pamper his royal ass." Your anger grew and you definitely didn't want to sit in the car together with Loki.

"My what?" Loki raised his eyebrows.

"Your countless affairs…don't play dumb, Laufeyson. You should tell your playthings to giggle and scream more quietly when you…bless them with your …princely features." You complained and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

Loki opened his mouth to say something but he decided to swallow down his words and closed his mouth again.

"Y/n, you know most of us are on a mission and we don't have enough agents here to solve the actual problem. We need you to support us. So please, do me the favour, get in that car with Laufeyson and observe the said delinquent!" Tony commanded strictly with no room for further discussion.

"I've no other choice I guess…," you sighed.

"Nope!" Tony answered.

"It's going to be a nice afternoon…," Loki rejoiced, smirking again.

"Shut up, Laufeyson," you snarled.

On the way to the car parking lot you didn't even look at him, you tried to ignore him. Why couldn't you just stay in your office? Why were you punished to do this observation with Loki Laufeyson, the bane of your existence?

"Don't even think about talking to me. Just keep your mouth shut and don't you dare bother me!" You said to him with a pissed-off undertone while you both entered the car.

"Oh, I'm quite a good storyteller…"

"Laufeyson…"

"…I could tell you an Asgardian fairytale…"

"…shut up…"

You arrived at the observing location and Loki parked the car some distance from the building you had to observe. You loosened your seat belt and tried to get comfortable in your seat. You still ignored him but you couldn't ignore how sexy he looked when he drove the car, his veiny forearms and hands holding and controlling the steering wheel. One of his arms now rested on his bent leg. He was too tall for this car and he had some struggles finding a comfortable sitting position.

"Why don't you like me?" Loki asked you curiously.

"Oh, I don't just not like you, I hate you!"

"Why? What have I done to deserve this?" He wanted to know, seemingly disappointed.

"You're arrogant, spoiled, rude, vain, hostile… wanna hear more?"

"Oh, yes please it's going to get interesting," he scuffed.

"You're insatiable, cheeky, unpredictable …and disgusting and a man whore …I hate men like you."

"And you're full of prejudice. You don't know me. You don't know anything about me. You didn't even try once!"

"Why should I? I've seen enough." You answered annoyingly.

"What have you seen?"

"All the women who got nibbled by you …and I…I've heard them. How many women do you need per day? One? Or three? For morning, noon, and evening? Like 'three women a day take the pain in my cock away'? Are you ever satisfied?"

"Satisfaction is not in my nature."

"Oh, yes that's not new information …"

"Why do you think I whore around and have lots of women? Is it wrong to have needs? Don't you have them?" Loki asked you curiously.

"My needs are none of your business. At this point our conversation is finished, Laufeyson."

The observation and the long wait for the delinquent Tony wanted to get caught was boring and tiring so after a while you fell asleep. After an hour you woke up yawning and stretched your limbs.

"Welcome back, sleeping beauty. Did you sleep well?" Loki asked you sarcastically.

"I didn't sleep, it was just a slight slumber."

"Aahh, okay so snoring is your favourite hobby…I get it."

"Shut up… and I do not snore."

"You do…it's cute." He said softly.

"Fuck you, Laufeyson!"

"You don't have a kind word for me, do you?"

"No! You're just a pain in the ass. Any signs of the delinquent?"

"You didn't answer my question."

"What question?" you asked him annoyed.

"Why do you think I make out with a lot of women and let them warm my bed?" Loki sounded a bit hurt.

You huffed and inhaled deeply.

"Laufeyson… it's not a thought, it's a fact."

"And you know why exactly?"

"I. Can. Hear. Them. My room is pretty close to yours. And you must be very good in the bedroom department when they squeal that loud and with such delight." You answered him with faked kindness.

"Should we try it? I could show you how …"

"Uurrgghh…no! Never, Laufeyson. You're not that good-looking that I would share a bed with you. And by the way, I'm not that easy to get. I'll never be a further notch in your bedpost. You'll never have me!"

"Very good, because you wouldn't even be my third choice!" He said harshly.

Your harsh words felt like you had stabbed him with his sharpest knife. He stared through the windscreen while tears welled up in his eyes.

You stared through your side window and bit on the inside of your quivering lower lip. Why did his words hurt you? You knew you were nothing special, you were just an average woman, not in the slightest as beautiful as all the models or whatever they were he used to devour every day.

He would never find you attractive or worth talking to and so you decided to continue hating him. A few minutes later you saw the wanted criminal leaving the by you observed building.

"Loki, look… over there on the left…," and your one hand grabbed his forearm, the index finger of your other hand pointing in the direction of the fugitive who left the building.

Loki saw him too and while he contacted Tony immediately, he looked down at your hand on his arm. Your touch caused goosebumps all over his skin and it felt so damn good.

"Mission accomplished," he informed Tony briefly.

You quickly withdrew your hand from Loki's arm and you scolded yourself inwardly. It was definitely unnecessary to touch him but it didn't feel bad…he didn't feel bad.

"What was that?"

"What do you mean?" You weren't able to look at him and you kept staring through the windscreen, your gaze fixed on the wanted criminal. That guy seemed to feel safe because he didn't walk any further.

"You touched me."

"I didn't touch you. I just wanted your attention...," you huffed.

"Well, you succeeded." He couldn't avoid a grin.

You felt a burning heat on your face…you were blushing like hell. Within a minute, the Agents, which weren't far away from your current location, arrested the wanted criminal and Loki and you were allowed to return home. You spent the car ride back to Stark Tower in awkward silence.

You returned to your apartment and took a shower. After that, you put some body lotion on your body and spread it over your skin. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You were satisfied with your appearance and your body. Both weren't flawless or perfect but acceptable. Would Loki like your body? Would he even like you one day? You thought about the countless nights when you had pleasured yourself while thinking of him. You always wished it were his fingers sliding through your wet folds and fingering your cunt, his thumb, that circled your needy clit, making you moan. With every orgasm you gave yourself you silently called his name. Why did you even ask yourself that question? Why should he want you? It seemed he could be a pleasant conversation partner. His wit and his charm were adorable. But instead to befriend him you did everything to expel him. And you did it just because you were afraid to fall in love with him and anyways it would be a love he never would reciprocate. He would never want a Midgardian girl.

You got dressed in tight-fitting blue jeans and a loose black T-shirt with a deep v-neck. You had just left your apartment when you heard pleasure screams ring out over the corridor. You inhaled deeply and rolled your eyes in annoyance. You had just returned less than an hour ago and he already fucked the next woman. Unbelievable. You looked in the direction where Loki's apartment was…and a door was opened.

But it wasn't Loki's door. It was Bucky's and a blonde giggling Barbie double left his apartment and walked past you without greeting you. Not that her bad manners would bother you but you didn't like women like her. Bucky's apartment was diagonally opposite of Loki's and suddenly realization hit you. It wasn't Loki who was whoring around, it was Bucky! You had often seen the same types of women here, nearly every day and you always assumed they were Loki's affairs.

You headed to the kitchen to prepare yourself some pasta and a fresh salad for dinner. You turned the music on and sang along while preparing the ingredients for your meal. You felt bad now because you did Loki wrong. The sounds of pleasure you had heard all the time never came from his room. How embarrassing. You had been such a fool and Loki had been right, you were full of prejudices. The whole time he tried to tell you that he didn't change his partners like others changed their socks. But you never really listened to him. You didn't know how but you had to apologize to him.

Could she have been more obvious today? Now Loki knew for sure you would never be interested in him, let alone fall in love with him. He has been smitten with you since the first day he saw you. Your appearance, your behaviour, the way you moved, the way you spoke to others…you were adorable. You never had a nice word for him. It seemed you always looked at him disgusted and annoyed.

Sure! It was because you thought he was a man whore. You only bantered with him and he'd rather let you insult him than not talk to you at all. It was enough for him because he would never get the chance to make you fall in love with him and to make you his woman. He tried to focus on other women but they were never interested in his personality or in things he loved to talk about. They just wanted his body and his cock to satisfy their carnal desires. To be horny sometimes and to surrender to pleasure was nothing bad per se. But if he was honest he just wanted to share it with you.

After he had taken a shower, he stood naked in front of his large mirror, looking at himself. He knew he was attractive. After all, he was a god. Every part of his body seemed to be perfect. His long raven hair, which cascaded over his broad shoulders, his strong arms with the well-built biceps, his big hands made to grab a woman's hips or hold her in his arms, his chiselled chest and his perfectly build abs, the seductive v-line and the happy trail that leads to his cock, those long muscular legs, his well-toned ass …nearly every woman he got to know wanted exactly this, and only this…the perfect muscular, godly body to satisfy their needs. But there was one muscle they never wanted, they never cared about …his heart. It stayed cold and empty… until he met you.

He had lost count of how many times he had stroked himself to orgasm at the thought of you. How much he wished it was your hand which stroked his aching length and fondled his swollen balls. Your hands would feel heavenly when they would roam over his body to caress him and take his pain and loneliness away. To hold you in his arms and fall asleep with you together in his bed was his biggest wish. You looked so cute today when you had fallen asleep in the car seat next to him.

And besides all of this, you were an eloquent and lovely woman and he'd love to talk with you about all the things you both were interested in. But it would stay a dream. Everything would stay a dream and that was the greatest pain of all.

He got dressed. He wore a half-open white shirt with rolled-up sleeves and dark blue trousers, his feet bare. He was hungry so he headed off to the kitchen to have a look if there was something he could eat for dinner.

The closer he came to the kitchen the louder became the music from there and then he saw you. You were preparing some pasta and a salad and you sang along to the music. He knew how much you loved doing it, he often watched you from afar. It always made him smile but he never dared to join you when you were alone in the kitchen, preparing some food or making some tea or coffee. And you were barefoot again, like him. Loki grinned happily because it was something you had in common. You both loved to walk around at home without shoes and socks.

He was starving and your pasta smelled delicious. Normally he would leave the kitchen area immediately until you would be gone again but this time, he didn't leave. Something told him, he should try to talk to you tonight.

"Hello y/n. It's me. Just don't notice me! I just want to look for something to eat," Loki said softly as he approached from behind. He didn't want to scare you because you were still singing and hadn't recognised him entering the kitchen. You turned around to look at him and greeted him and this time you were not annoyed or harsh.

"Good evening Loki. Did the smell of my pasta bring you to the kitchen? Please, join me. You can help me get the table ready." You asked him nicely.

Loki was amazed because he wasn't used to hearing a friendly word from you.

"Are you sure you want me to join you?"

"An absolutely legitimate question but yes, I'm sure, Loki."

"Not 'Laufeyson' anymore?"

You both chuckled and smiled at each other.

"No, it's unkind and inappropriate," you said and bit nervously into your lower lip.

"No confessions of how much you dislike me? No confessions of how much you despise me? I loved the bantering between us," he said hesitantly, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"I love it, too, Loki," you answered soft-spoken.

"Do you still hate me?" Loki questioned thickly.

"I never did. But don't forget, I'm not even your third choice."

"No, you aren't. You are always my first choice, my beauty! And my only choice. I'm going mad from the desire to hold you in my arms. I'm not a man whore. I just dated a woman sometimes and once in a while I also spent the night with a woman. And my apartment is soundproof, I'd never expose the woman I share my bed with. I'm still looking for the one and only woman who wants to be a part of my life and who wants to own my heart. The woman who allows me to love and worship her. And who loves me back in the same way."

His voice was so deep and rich and you felt like he had wrapped you in a velvety blanket

"I know. The sounds of passion never came from your rooms. I learned my lesson earlier before I headed to the kitchen. Please forgive me, handsome. I did you wrong. And you think I could be the one for you?" You asked him shyly.

"It's not a thought, it's a fact. I'm not gonna fuck you tonight, sweet thing. I want to court you, impress you, seduce you. I'll make you mine one day, I'd love to hear your cries of pleasure but…I want that romantic stuff, too. And I want that first. I've never wanted any woman the way I want you. I never wanted these women who threw themselves on me just because of my looks. I want you to fall in love with me. You're too precious to me to be just a fling. I want you to stay with me."

"I want all of this, too. I was such an idiot, Loki, full of prejudices and so jealous of the other women who weren't even yours. And I was so afraid of falling in love with you because… I thought you would reject me. After all, you are a god. I'm deeply sorry. Please, Loki court me! Let us have all that romantic stuff." You explained and a tear ran down your cheek.

"Your wish is my order, my beauty. Do you allow me to kiss you?"

"Only if you allow me to kiss you back."

"I wish for nothing else…"

Loki pulled you gently into his arms and cupped your cheek in his hand, his thumb trailing over your cheekbone. He kissed your lips tenderly before he deepened the kiss and it became a passionate one. His strong, muscular body flush against yours felt heavenly and you reciprocated his desirable kiss and wrapped your arms tightly around his neck. It was the sweetest, most genuine and most longingly kiss you ever got or gave someone. And he smelled so good and you were completely enchanted by him.

Loki couldn't believe that you had allowed him to kiss you. Your soft lips on his felt unbelievably good and your scent and your taste intoxicated him. You were enchanting in every way. This kiss wasn't just a kiss. It was a promise that you would be honest with each other and not just this, you would also be the only true love for each other.

"Would you like to have dinner with me? I cooked pasta with salmon, with a hint of dill and paisley and I made a fresh salad. It's enough for two!"

"I'd love to. Could be a good start, couldn't it?" Loki smiled lovingly at you.

"Is this our first date then?" You asked him softly.

"It's our first date then!" Loki answered and he kissed you again until you both were breathless.

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@lokisprettygirl @wheredafandomat @anukulee @smolvenger @stupidthoughtsinwriting @lokixryss @huntress-artemiss @obscureenigmatic @fictive-sl0th @lovingchoices14

[lemotmo]

Two questions because she posted them together. All I will add is 🤣🤣🤣

Q. I screenshot that fanfic storyline nonsense you posted so when it's established fairly early in season 8 that Tommy is his endgame I can send it back to you with laughing faces. Can't believe you had the nerve to post that while accusing us of being the one to ignore the obvious.

Q. I hate you because that storyline one hundred percent makes sense and I would actually love it. I feel like such a traitor 😭

A. So I posted these together because it's representative of the current state of my ask box. Although, the responses were way more positive than negative, so yay for me! I will answer these in the order I posted them. Starting with the ever lovely first message.

I have a better idea anon. Why don't you come back to my ask box with an example, just ONE example of a scene, or even a line of dialogue, ONE tiny line, that hints at or points to Tommy being Buck's great love and we can discuss it? We both know you won't do that though because we both know no such scene or line of dialogue exists. I am more than willing to have the conversation but your side doesn't have any facts to bring to the table for that conversation. I was clear when I said that was the story I THINK they are telling. Obviously I don't write for the show so I could be off base. I don't think I'm that far off base though. And I don't think you believe I'm that far off base either or you wouldn't be as upset as you currently are. I would tell you to go order a $200 headcanon to make yourself feel better, but clearly he got tired of you all as well (please understand I actually felt terrible typing that last sentence because it's such a bitch thing to say, but your comment was so bitchy you kind of deserved it).

Now second anon, first of all thank you for saying the storyline makes sense, haha. I felt like I was answering that ask forever so I wondered if the story I was talking about was making any sense at all. Secondly you're not a traitor. You are the 95% of that fandom that I was talking about. The 95% that got caught up in the initial excitement of the newness. The overwhelming majority of the fandom that will follow to the better storyline. It's not uncommon. And no matter what any of the others try to tell you, it's okay to acknowledge that you actually want and would enjoy the other ship. Thank you for the kind message, even though you opened it with the words you hate me. 💗

Oh be sure to come back, first anon. I'm ready for the conversation!

The fact that so many people seem to be under the assumption that Tommy is Buck's great love of his life is the weirdest thing ever to me. Nowhere in canon has it been shown or said that Tommy is anything more than just a guy Buck is dating right now. They have made it clear, time and time again that it isn't going to last. So why this refusal to see the BT and Tommy scenes for what they really are?

Well, the answer to that question is as simple as it is obvious.

But anyway, as usual the anonymous OP has explained it so much better than I ever could.

Thank you Nonny for dropping this into my inbox!

Remember, no hate in comments or reblogs. Let's keep it civil and respectful. Thank you.

If you are interested in more of the anonymous OP’s posts, you can find all of their posts so far under the tag: anonymous blog I love.

[ask-an-innocuous-taco]

Dear reader,

Hey there! Welcome to my Inanimate Insanity-themed blog! You're in the right place if you're a fan of the show (and don't hate Taco.) Just a heads up, though: spoilers might be ahead, especially if you're not caught up with the latest episodes.

Oh, and before I forget, I'll be answering your questions and prompts mainly through text, with some headcanons thrown in for good measure. Just keep in mind that my interpretations might not always perfectly match the characters from the show, but I'll do my best to stay true to their essence.

So, a bit about me—I've been obsessed with Inanimate Insanity for a couple of years now. It's basically taken over my life, in the best possible way. And I figured, why not channel that obsession into something creative? Hence, this ask-blog.

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BLOG'S STORYLINE:

Their conversation leads to MePad introducing Taco to this thing called Tumblr, suggesting that instead of dwelling on lost connections by letters, she could try making new ones here. It's a nice little moment of growth for Taco, don't you think?

We're picking up after Microphone's reality check on Taco and after Taco's whole ordeal with kidnapping MePad. Lonely and needing someone to talk to, Taco switches MePad back on from slumber mode. And instead of just using him as a pawn like she did before with anyone else, she's opening up a bit, showing some genuine sincerity. Maybe some honesty wouldn't hurt.

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Be Respectful: Treat others with kindness and respect. Harassment, bullying, or any form of hate speech will not be tolerated. !!REMEMBER THAT THIS IS A REAL PERSON BEHIND THE SCREEN!!

RULES:

No Spamming: Avoid spamming the ask box with repetitive questions or messages. One well-thought-out question at a time is preferred.

Be Patient: Understand that the creator behind the ask-blog may have a busy schedule. Please be patient for responses, as I may take time to answer questions.

Keep it PG-13: Ensure all questions and discussions are appropriate for a general audience. Avoid explicit content or language. (Unless it's funny haha. I won't hesitate to publicize your inquiry, all in good fun, of course).

Respect Privacy: Avoid asking overly personal questions or prying into the personal lives of the creator portrayed in the blog.

No Plagiarism: Respect original content and intellectual property. Do not steal or repost artwork, writing, or any other creations without proper permission or credit.

Use Trigger Warnings: If discussing sensitive topics or themes, provide trigger warnings to alert readers of potentially distressing content.

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Taco inquiries - Asks that have to do with Taco.

SPECIAL TAGS:

MePad asks - Asks that have to do with MePad.

Mod 👓 - Asks that are answered by the mod.

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If you want to ask anything related to Taco or maybe even MePad, feel free to shoot me a message using the tags provided below. Can't wait to hear from you all!

- Yours truly, 👓.

[messrsrobyn]

Ok nobody I’ve asked seems to give me a direct answer so I figured I’d just voice all my concerns with you? You don’t have to answer everything 😭😭

When it comes to fandom friends how do you move from just being moots to being friend friends? I saw a video you made about it when somebody had asked you a similar question but I’m really struggling with getting them to feel like friends and not just random accounts in my phone.

I’ve seen videos people have made and you guys are sharing jokes in the comments. I saw video of 3 girls that said “Us when anyone hates on mesrsrobyn” and you said like “Fan behaviour” which obviously shows that you’re actually their friend and you’re just teasing them.

Also how do you find people who are ok with you not responding all the time (😭😭😭) I’m just genuinely not active very much on any forms of social media. I was in a marauders gc and I was really happy thinking I was gonna make fandom friends but because I wasn’t active all the time they had a bunch of inside jokes I didn’t get and I kinda felt like an outsider.

Most of the people I see you interacting with online seem really cool and fun, so I’m just wondering where to find people like that. Just genuinely from posting?

I’m sure I’ve worded all this so strangely but honestly I’m sad because I’ve been in this fandom for 3 years in November and I have made no real lasting friendships. I feel like you yapping so much LOL

IK THE VIDEO 😭 my besties yup !!

this is long so i'm putting the lil dashy line thingy

i have v limited advice actually bc i don't think i've initiated many of my friendships in fandom?? despite how little i stfu, i'm a shyyy person. i get scared to text first.

my BIGGEST bit of advice is take. it. off. the. app.

i try to get discords mainly (bc i use it most) but once you take it off of tiktok or wherever you met it feels so much less like mutuals. like yes, we met in fandom but now we are discussing our plans for the day and getting to know each other as Robyn not Messrsrobyn.

i made most of my friends from posting !! i made my account as a whole to meet people and (ive been flagging a bit recently actually but) i always try to reply to EVERYONEEE. so most of my friends were just people that commented that i replied to, their name kept popping up in my notifs? boom. friends. one of them said they loved crimson rivers so next time i found an edit i sent it to them.

ALSO !! i'm so bad at replying.

servers im more active in i think, but just... dms? not very good at all. anyone that doesn't respect that or gets mad? 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️ i dont want them as a friend.

like it's frustrating i know! i hate the amount of lil red bubbles i have on every single app but it doesn't mean i value my friends any less and they all know that <3 we don't always have the time or capacity to reply and that's okie.

i tend to get it out the way immediately and test the waters. just a lil "btw i'm really sorry for my reply times! i'm not the best at it but feel free to double text me as much as you want" and always make sure that i follow up on everything that's been said whilst i wasn't replying.

im rambling a bit i fear but the right friends won't get mad at it, or make you feel less important bc of it. it might just take some time to find them but You Will.

i feel like i havent actually given much advice?? i'm genuinely so so so lucky to have found the friends that i have but i did nothing. i think i said in a few of my tiktoks rightttt at the beginning that my dms were open for friends and then i think? hope? that i've kept that energy going of like someone that anyone can message and i'll get back to them (at some point 😭 my tiktok dms are a mess but thats an issue for future robyn) so i've been able to just sit back and naturally find them.

i live by the motto of "the worst they can do is not reply" every time i send a comment or dm to a new person

we're all just losers reading fanfiction !! we all want lil friends to talk to about it so interaction and reaching out gives us that BUT it's the taking it off of the app that takes it from mutuals to friends imo.

this is UNNECESSARILY LONG omg. i never know how to answer these ones but i hope it helps a lil? <3 social interaction is NOT my finest point. potentially my worst i fear.

[kanmom51]

A Message (I guess)

Got a lovely hateful ask from a fake account today.

I wasn't going to do anything about it, definitely not give that fucker the satisfaction of answering their hate vomit.

But then I was sitting and thinking to myself, what a wonderful bunch human beings are, and thought I'd put my thoughts on paper (figuratively of course).

I love how people take the time and put the energy and effort into creating fake accounts all so they can send out hateful messages. It's wonderful how these people can hide behind their keyboards and write words they wouldn't dare say to another if they stood in front of them.

How human of them.

If only they would do the same, half of it even, to spread a smidge of love and tolerance and respect and understanding in the world.

Talk is good, discussion is good, discourse is good too you know.

It's ok to agree to disagree.

It's ok to criticise.

It's ok to say "I think differently".

You know what's not ok?

To swear,

and name call,

and be aggressive

and thoughtless

and disrespectful.

Towards each other. Towards whoever you feel the need to call out.

Just a thought...

P.s. To the hateful person that is lurking here on my blog, took the time to open an fake Tumblr account and sent me that ask. You are definitely not welcome here. You are welcome to take your hateful self and find the door. Oh, and don't let it hit you on the way out.

[prismatoxic]

(ID in alt!)

hey there! my name is tox and I'm a 29-year-old gay trans man who loves writing, drawing, playing video games, and thinking about fictional men kissing.

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my current main fandom is dungeon meshi, and my main ship for that is chilaios. I'm caught up on the anime and have read the manga; my spoiler tags are #dunmeshi spoilers (for general major story spoilers and things the anime hasn't gotten to yet) and #dunmeshi anime spoilers (for details specific to new or imminently upcoming anime episodes). my posts about dunmeshi have been sparse lately, and i'm mostly into shared OC worlds right now, but don't be surprised if i swing back in at random (or when season 2 drops).

some other fandoms you may see from time to time are the legend of zelda, persona (mostly 4 and 5), fall out boy, gravity falls, cult of the lamb, star trek (mostly tos and lower decks), dragon age, and a random collection of others I'm also into. I typically tag for fandom (especially if it's one likely to show up again on my blog), as well as ship if applicable.

I also reblog a lot of general stuff, from queer discussions to fandom discourse to stuff I just find funny. I have an organizational tag system and I also add commentary tags to a lot of things. (sorry for clogging your notes with those if I reblog from you a lot.)

generally speaking, I don't really do the DNI stuff, but that said: my blog is 18+ and I will block minors who follow me or message me directly. I'm also profic as you can see in the above image and my blog description; this means I believe everyone should have the freedom to depict and enjoy anything they want to in fiction. I do not condone irl harm of any kind (unless it's consensual, I'm pro-kink too!). if you are someone who hates "illegal ships" or has "proship DNI" in your bio, you won't like it here, and I'll block you if I notice you in my notes.

to wrap this up, I am forgetful and shy but I do really love engaging with people, so I'm generally happy to answer messages if you're not being a dick (I will block you if you are). anon asks are on at present and will stay on unless people use them to harass me; feel free to send me stuff! I'm always open to being corrected/given additional info for anything I post or reblog, as well, so don't be afraid to send such messages as long as you're polite.

other places you can find me:

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twitter

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my chilaios discord server, which is also where I post updates and behind the scenes stuff for my fic promises to keep! (make sure to fully read the rules!)

[jamneuromain]

Wishful Thinking Chpt. 9

Andy Barber x You (Reader), no use of Y/N

Alternate Universe - College AU

Summary: A new semester. A new task. A new boyfriend, your previous professor, Andy Barber. Everything seems to be going on the right track. So why didn't it?

Warning: Angst, possessive behavior, inappropriate teacher-student relationship, power imbalance, age difference, cheating, explicit language, toxic dom/sub relationship, more arguments

A/N: This fic has some disturbing themes, and discusses potentially upsetting topics. Please read through the warning before engaging with the fic. As I have said, the fic has mentioned a number of (potentially) triggering and heavy topics, you don't have to engage further if you feel uncomfortable about one or more topics.

A/N 2: Aaaaaaaaaaaaand I'm back! I'm feeling way better and I'm merging towards my social life as well. I did a litte editing and changing on part 8 where they argued. But it doesn't affect the plot. Feel free to check it out :3 Two more chapters and WT will be completed (I hope I'll get it done by December based on my current speed lmao)

Wishful Thinking M. List Dancing in the Daydream M. List

From joannaklein@dwightuniversity.edu.cn

Dear all,

I hope this reaches you well. This email is to remind those of you who have yet to submit your form for assigning a supervisor…

You have been looking at this email for quite some time. Opening the link at the bottom of this email too. But you haven’t made a move yet.

You have thought about having Andy as your supervisor, but that idea sounded like a lifetime ago. And now, there’s no way you’d let Andy be your supervisor.

How are you going to face him? This is more than just some misunderstanding from last semester. This is you two breaking up. Broken up. Whatever.

You are not making him your supervisor.

Taking a deep breath, you text a reply to the message your barely-friend Fiona sent you half an hour ago.

Fiona: Are you going to choose Barber as your supervisor?

You: No. Klein.

A few more messages come from Fiona after you send it. But you ignore them, knowing that she’d be asking dumb questions.

No, probing questions like “what are you going to write for your dissertation” or “should I include my pilot study into my dissertation” or other things that she wants to make an impression in front of her supervisor without “borrowing” from your answers first.

Bitch.

You feel like screaming. Which you did, after punching your mattress and burying your head into the pillow. Only lifting your head when you are completely out of breath.

With everything that happened with Andy, Laurie, Fiona and your schoolwork, it feels like nothing could alleviate you from the endless mess of self-doubt and self-hatred. Hating others as well. Hating your friend choices. Hating your boyfriend choices. Hating your school which led you to him. Hating everyone and every being on this very planet.

Hating yourself.

“Fucking hell.” You mumble to yourself. Pulling your laptop close to fill in the form for dissertation supervisors.

Typing word for word of your dissertation title, and selecting “Joanna Klein” as your preferred supervisor.

I hate my life. The idea keeps floating in your head like the obnoxious bubbles in a soda can, spritzing tiny drops of irritating reality into your face.

Andy has just received the email from Joanna Klein to all available lecturers and professors about supervising students in their dissertations.

He found the familiar name – your name – in a heartbeat. Merely sticking out his lips and making what Laurie would call “a bitch face”, as he found your name under the list of students under the supervision of Joanna Klein.

The pure imagination of pulling the strings behind your dissertation, of having a say in what you could not refuse, seeing you writhing under his grasp, gets his blood pumping in his veins.

He’s probably sick to the bones. One brief moment of clarity tells him so. To get high just to watch you struggling in his control. The adrenaline rush of knowing you are helpless, having no one to turn to but him.

He probably needs help.

But who needs help, when you, the most direct and sufficing way of satisfying his hunger, practically serve your weakness on a silver platter?

Andy pulls his chair closer to the desk, makes up his mind, and starts typing on the keyboard.

He is doing what’s best for you.

You might not see it that way for now but…

You’ll understand, eventually.

Andy sits in his office. Waiting. Patiently. Tapping his fingers on the table surface, as he looks out of the window.

It has only been a while, since you last came to his office to deliver his suit and your breakup.

However, things turned rather quickly, as there was no room for argument as the final version of the list containing supervisor and their students to tutor through the dissertation was settled as the last nail in the coffin.

Five students, students that he is going to supervise, are about to enter that door. And one of them being you.

He grins, thinking of the fact that you are tied to him for the rest of the term time.

No use running. He rolls your name on his tongue silently. He’s far beyond any help could ever achieve in pulling him back. He wants you, one way or another.

He’d keep you, treat you like the precious thing he adores, if you behave.

If you do not… well, there are more than a few ways that he can think of to devour you.

He’d keep you, one way or another.

Five students, including you, walked through that door, sitting on the chairs that he prepared. You picked the seat furthest from him, in a small corner. Didn’t make eye contact. No friendly “hello”. No nothing.

He doesn’t mind.

He knows that you are still mad about your little dispute.

He will tolerate it, knowing that you still love him.

He will explain, tell you that he will fight tooth and nail for you. Tell you that you could start over. He was being unreasonable. He was frustrated and angry, and he lashed out on you, that he was sorry about it all.

Later. He will explain later.

Andy clears his throat, folding his hands on his stomach, “Today we’ll start by having a brief introduction of yourselves. You obviously know me, since I’ve taught you all, but I would still like it if you could introduce yourself to each other. You can tell us about your name, something about yourself, and also tell us about what you are planning to write for your dissertation…”

He pays no special attention to you. He comments, nods, and gives useful suggestions based on everyone’s self-introduction.

“I understand I’m asking for a lot of work in a short amount of time. However, I would expect you to produce a general frame of your dissertation by the next meeting, which is two weeks from now. In the framework, you’ll be talking about how you want to approach your topic-” He stops Fiona from scribbling on her notebook, but ignores you who are doing the same. What can he say, he favors you in the smallest of details, “I’ll send you all an email after this meeting for the framework you’ll be writing about. The topic, the details you are going to investigate, the methodology – I’m sure Professor Rifkin has explained this in her class, and also, keep an open mind when you are writing the dissertation, especially for those who are employing a qualitative method to analyze their data. Any questions?”

You are the first to rush out of his office after he declares that today’s session has come to an end.

He waits until the last student has left the floor before heading out.

The entire floor is quiet. Dead. Deserted.

His shoes barely make a sound on the soft carpet as he steps out of his office, finding you on the floor, sitting on the carpet. You have opened your laptop, but it seems blank.

You gain your consciousness when he approaches, looking up at him. A sigh leaving your lips before you speak, “You did this.”

Not a question, but a firm sentence.

You know he was behind this transfer of dissertation supervisors.

Andy neither confirms nor denies. He cocks his head slightly, looking at your tired expression, “You will need to work on your methodology. Your arguments wouldn’t be convincing if you only state the method for your dissertation.”

“Can’t we be those ex-es like friends? Stop torturing each other over the fact that we broke up? Can you just leave me alone?” You take a deep breath, saying the words that you know he will be disapproving of.

He takes a seat on the couch in the open space, about three feet from where you are sitting, but he doesn’t have to put extra pressure on his neck looking at you from above.

Andy interlaces his fingers into a fist, his thumbs tapping each other.

To tell the truth, he couldn’t. He couldn’t let go of you. Couldn’t watch you go away.

“Look-” Seeing him unresponsive to your plead, you change your tactics, switching into defiance, “If you want to be a bitch about our relationship, I will have to put in a request to the faculty about changing my supervisor.”

Andy lets out a cold, hard laugh. Raising his eyebrows in disbelief, Andy “kindly” tells you about the regulation that runs around the place: “Nice try getting rid of me, sweetheart. But even if you do, and that’s a big ‘if’, you would still have to write your dissertation, and during scoring, your dissertation would be assigned to lecturers based on your topic. And I know all your topics, sweetheart.”

Your lips visibly tremble in fear, so are your arms, “You wouldn’t.”

“Watch me.” His tone turns sharp, “I can put an A into your months of work, or an F. Your choice.”

“Yeah? And what should I do for an A?” You shut your laptop with a loud snap, jumping from the spot on the floor to your feet. Clenching your teeth and hissing like venom burns your mouth, you challenge him even further, “Suck your dick, Professor Barber?”

“Be nice, sweetheart. I’m trying to be a friend.” Andy narrows his eyes, the threat in his tone is evident, “First of, I suggest you to be respectful when talking to me.”

You glare at him with fire burning in your eyes.

“I'm not a monster, sweetheart. But if you poke me like that, I don't mind putting a little discipline inside that pretty little brain of yours. Try to stay on my good side, yeah?” Andy stands to his full height, buttoning his suit jacket as he stands up, casually tugging the hem of his shirt and his tie. After tiding himself up, Andy lifts his hand to caress your jaw.

You jerk your head on instinct but his fingers dig into your neck, reminding you, painfully, of the night that he went overboard and fucked your throat.

His grip softens when he feels you freeze on spot. Tracing his thumb on your jawline, he murmurs, “Remember, sweetheart? I'm your Dom. I tell you something, and you do it.”

“You're not my fucking Dom.” You grit out.

“Still bratty, I see. You're a handful but I doubt there's anything that can't be solved by some punishments.”

His thumb forces you to lift your chin, even so, you refuse to look at him.

It takes you a few seconds to regain your voice, “You can't expect me to whore out myself.”

If that’s what he’s asking.

Andy presses a small kiss to your temple, whispering by your ear, “I don't really mind, sweetheart, as long as it is you.”

Some sense finally comes to you, your body shakes like a leaf in both fear and fury, you try to sound tough, but it comes out no better than a whimper, “I could report you to the board of malpractice.”

“And I have a lawyer friend, honey. He's the best in town. God knows how long a lawsuit can take. 18 months? 24?”

“Honey” was usually meant for Laurie, but he is beyond caring which endearment belongs to whom at this point.

“You're ... evil.” You want to move, but you cannot, not when he’s still having an iron grip over your neck.

“Maybe.” Andy shrugs, letting go of your neck, “Now run along before I do something evil, like fucking you over my desk.”

You pack your things as fast as you can, leaving the place without another word.

The rest of the term time passed in a blur. He attends your graduation ceremony with a heart-felt smile, knowing well that he black-mailed you into accepting his supervision and that you have an impeccable dissertation as he almost looked through every word of it, which probably violated ten faculty rules, if not twenty.

He is still clapping when you receive the graduation certificate from Joanna Klein, while he stands on the side. The next thing he knows, you are rushing towards him with a knife in your hand, carving his chest almost in half and he dies before the ambulance can reach the hospital.

His soul floats in mid-air as he watches everything pans out.

Laurie takes over everything, every property in their marriage.

You are charged with murder, serving your life-sentence in a max-security prison.

And Laurie… Laurie divorced him and marries the man she was having an affair with, decorating Andy’s house into a shit-yellow color, laughing and doesn’t have to worry about the rest of her life since she has all the money, cars, and houses that she could get their hands on…

Andy wakes up screaming.

Panting.

Taking a few seconds to realize that he is not in a ghost state and that he is still alive.

Alive. Awake. In his home. In the middle of the night.

Everything in the dream felt so real. Like it actually happened.

Andy touches his chest, where the skin and flesh are intact.

He is still alive.

He sweated through his sheet.

Another few seconds pass and he stays up, hands over his face, recalling the horrible dream.

The absolute nightmare where he told Joanna to switch you to his-

Shit.

He pulls himself over the bed and snatches his phone from the nightstand, checking his email.

The sudden blue light from his phone has him cursing. After flipping over his inbox and finding that he received the email of supervising students yesterday, but hasn’t made a move yet, he lets out an exhale of relief.

He groans and lies back to the bed. His heart still pounding frantically.

A string of curses flies out of his mouth.

Rest assured that he is not going to pull a favor and get you assigned to him.

But he wants you so bad.

How can he live when he wants you so bad and he pissed you off by saying the most harmful things that could be ever said to you?

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[beautifulpersonpeach]

Sorry pls ignore my last ask BPP. Your point about Seven being the 'Dynamite' equivalent in solo era is a good one and explains the treatment it got. After the BB article I also now understand why BH dropped LC. If BB believed the LC record was 'tainted' with Chinese cash and BH never had that 'Dynamite' promotion plan for it, everything that's happened makes sense. But it still leaves a nasty taste in my mouth. I can't wash it out. Are we now at the mercy of BB's whims? Also don't you find the support for Seven excessive? Is the elimination of direct to consumer sales enough to explain that kind of support to keep it number 1? I'm just trying to understand how the company is thinking about things without victimizing the members. They all seem to be still working with purpose so I feel they don't feel shortchanged, but from the outside looking inside it doesn't feel fair.

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Ask 2:

Hi BPP,

Re: bb article

1. Do you think there will be additional changes coming, making sales even less relevant for bb charts?

2. I absolutely hate that it is again Jimin that takes the brunt of all this bulshit, I really do. He doesnt deserve this at all. But he is strong, he will be OK. That being said, its making me really upset IRL, so I will have to do some me time.

3. I would be interested to know your outlook on BB as a whole when it comes to BTS and their future in US market (if you have talked about this pls refer me to the post)

My opinion is, that while BB is paramount when it comes to big awards season, eventually BB and the awards themselves serve as a kind of promotion, to validate the artist to their (potential) fanbase, keep them invested etc. BTS guys do all of that on their own, with their music, personalities and lyrics. So going forward, if they dont chart as much, dont win as much... It will not matter in the long run. Their fan base is so solid that I trully believe they will have no problem selling multiple stadium stops 25 years from now. Easily.

There will be a significant fandom fall off, when all the people who are here for bragging rights lose their interest. And that is a good thing... But the people who will stay, who love the guys for who they are and for their art, those whose love does not depend on how many grammy noms or BB H100 they recieve... These people will stay and buy the tickets. And their numbers will still be enourmous. Enviable. More than the majority of the western industry plants can only dream of.

Rant over. Have a good weekend

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Ask 3:

The latest Billboard discussion is disheartening, but the NYT article description of U.S. conservatives aping the tactics of Swifties and BTS fans to get their nefarious messaging across is even more so. Have we opened the gate for the Trumpsters of the world?

I was struck by this partvof the original question to you"

'... figure out a way to truly determine which songs are most popular (whatever that even means anymore)....'

So, how can we ever know what is truly popular? Are fervent fans willing to devote time and resources to get their fave to the top really the best arbiters? Even if they number in the millions, we are still looking at support that is far deeper than it is wide.

I mean, better than the suits deciding, I guess? Or is it just another group--this one outside of the target country--imposing their agenda on the population? One has the goal of making money; the other of winning a fan war.

So, how do we ascertain what is truly popular with the much-vaunted GP? Or doesn't it matter?

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I've said many times on this blog that I'm not a writer, and that English isn't my first language, so I suppose it's unsurprising that despite my efforts putting my thoughts to paper/Tumblr, I'm still unable to fully communicate it in a way people understand right away, to eliminate/answer a lot of questions that I believe should be clear to infer from what I've written before. So rather than write a massive post like before where my key points could get lost, I'll pick out key questions from your asks and give fairly brief answers to each one. I'll work my way from the top, down.

Hi Anon(s),

Select answers below:

"Also don't you find the support for Seven excessive? Is the elimination of direct to consumer sales enough to explain that kind of support to keep it number 1?"

I think the results speak for itself. Dynamite and the PET got what is easily the biggest support any BTS release had gotten to date at the time - all of it tailored to mirror how American labels promoted their tracks, *and* the fandom had D2C sales buttressing it as the primary support mechanism. Like, please read that sentence again and think about what it means. Sales are the easiest and most transparent way for the fandom to influence charts, and so was always preferred for ARMY. Even if you weren't in the fandom then, understand it's impossible to overstate how much D2C sales mattered. With that now out of the question, everything we're seeing for Seven for me feels like a given, especially after the Billboard article.

"Do you think there will be additional changes coming, making sales even less relevant for bb charts?"

Yes. But not 'less relevant' in a sense, more like differentiated and treated as its own thing, perhaps in a separate chart.

"I would be interested to know your outlook on BB as a whole when it comes to BTS and their future in US market (if you have talked about this pls refer me to the post)"

This probably requires its own post but the long-short of it is: just like Ticketmaster, Billboard is only one arm of one of the largest private monopolies in the US entertainment market - PMC, and as such they serve as gatekeepers of sorts. Their interest in BTS (and k-pop by extension) lies primarily in how they can profit off the group/fandom, which so far BigHit and ARMY have created very limited avenues for. BigHit's strategy until now has been to expand BTS's reach without relying on the PMC apparatus, using it only for select releases that are explicitly tailored for it e.g. Seven and PET. While I don't think this strategy will change dramatically, every change from BB is to force more compliance with their apparatus. BTS will continue facing handicaps from PMC so long as BigHit continues limiting how PMC can profit from BTS for each release. (This sentence makes sense in my head but if it's not clear, please let me know.)

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"Have we opened the gate for the Trumpsters of the world?"

Well, yeah. But ARMYs can't take all the credit. After all, ARMYs are only doing what the Bey Hive and Swifties have been doing for almost a decade with none of the scrutiny. BTS, more than any other group, actually has the absolute numbers in demand and grassroots support to justify it as they're comparable to the afore-mentioned artists, proven by their concert showings not just in the US but worldwide, as far back as 2018. People only started paying attention to ARMYs' movements because BTS didn't look like the sorts of people they expected to see at the top of the charts. Everybody took notice, including a political faction in the US that in recent years has moved more aggressively into the entertainment sphere to influence culture, such as Ben Shapiro's entertainment empire, movies like Sound of Freedom topping box office charts, and conservative country singers pushing Reagan-esque talking points to the top of music charts. So it's basically the result of timing and opportunity.

"So, how can we ever know what is truly popular? Are fervent fans willing to devote time and resources to get their fave to the top really the best arbiters? ... how do we ascertain what is truly popular with the much-vaunted GP?"

I've talked about this before I think. You can find my views on it in my Masterlist, and I've linked the post here.

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People sent in more asks on BB but I've since lost interest in this topic and will post my responses when I feel like it, much later, using the same format I've used to answer the asks above. The truth is that while I understand why many people feel like everything that's happened so far with Seven and Jimin is unfair, I think a lot of the discourse is awfully reductive, actually does a disservice to Jimin and BTS, and that there's a much bigger picture here that's more consistent with how BTS has operated for the last 10 years.

This is probably not the best analogy, but one way I think of BTS is like a Swiss army knife, with each member being a separate tool. And that at different points, in various markets, BigHit and BTS are testing various approaches to expand their reach while aiming to maintain the market share they've gotten so far. The group has always had projects they release that have more artistic merit and cache, versus projects made by all appearances to be purely for commercial purposes to expand the reach of the group. For example, consider how BigHit promoted Butter/Permission to Dance, compared to the BE album, or how Seven was created and promoted relative to Indigo. To go back in even further in previous years, I remember how BTS appeared to center Jimin in Blood, Sweat & Tears era to build out his and their presence in Korea, and Taehyung in DNA era where his and BTS's presence in China ballooned in 2017.

While in the solo era some people feel like every accomplishment remains solely with individual members, I feel everything serves only one purpose: to further establish the group. Because by BTS's own words, they all have their individual ambitions, they've always had that and each member is aggressively competitive on that note, but they've each all said that their priority remains the group. Not everybody likes that, not everybody believes them when they say it, but the good thing with BTS is that they plan in multi-year stints and time always reveals what the facts of the matter are. We're only one year into Chapter 2, and while certain parts of the fandom are treating their solo debut albums as the be all and end all, I don't think there's anything to suggest this perspective lines up with the reality of how BTS has behaved for the last 10 years. I could be wrong, but either way we're just going to have to wait and see. In the meantime, I believe there's significant artistic merit in what the guys are putting out in Chapter 2, that I hope isn't lost in the noise. The fandom should do a better job of bringing the attention back to this, rather than a tunnel-vision on performance metrics that only tell half of the story.

[my-silly-little-guys]

HIDDEN BENEATH!

(You may know me from @snickerzanddoodlez or @crown-of-roses-thsc!)

Hidden Beneath is a book series- being written and posted on Wattpad and Toyhou.se by yours truly- following Felix Rubik, a disgraced geneticist who finds himself far past the apocalypse, in a world that was so destroyed it became something new….and full of magic, through a twist of fate that Felix himself may have something to do with.

Hidden Beneath as a series is about challenging myself to write new things, subvert clichés, and explore some of the trauma that isn’t always explored in-depth in different tropes (for example, the isekai trope)! I’m a self-taught artist and writer and earn nothing from my work (aside from the occasional donation or commission on Ko-fi!) so everything is a passion project!

INFO AND BOUNDARIES

Hidden Beneath is a semi-open universe. Though there is a canon storyline that the books follow, creative interpretations, AUs, OCs, and fan-content are greatly encouraged! Heck, with permission, headcanons and OCs could very well become canon within the books!

1. RPs within this series are absolutely okay (and, if permitted, I'D LOVE TO JOIN OR HEAR ABOUT IT)! Break canon, create your own stuff, have fun!

2. The series and aspects if its worldbuilding deal with sensitive topics, some head-on and some through allegories. If you would like a more specific list of trigger warnings, please ask!

3. My rules and boundaries are few- just keep in mind that I am 16!

4. I value passion and creativity, not accuracy or realism! Create that Mary Sue! Be the next Ebony Darkness Dimentia Raven Way! I encourage it! Go crazy with your own worldbuilding details! Heck, make your own Realm! With your permission, I may even make it canon!

5. Do not spread hate. I do not want anything to do with people who advocate for zoophilia, racism, pedophilia, etc.

6. I truly do not mind which characters you ship. I do not give my characters sexualities, as I do not like others gatekeeping ships based on that info, but please respect creators’ wishes and please do not bring pro-shipping into this community. If further clarification is wanted on my reasoning or qualifications, please ask! I don't bite!

7. I ask that current events are discussed elsewhere, as for me and many others, these are places to escape reality! As well as this, please do not message me or send me asks pertaining to charities and seeking donations- though I wish those who truly need it help and support, this just isn’t a place for it.

8. I am perfectly okay with people monetizing content pertaining to this universe or its characters, so long as it is their own work!

9. Please send me asks! Please! I need! Social interaction! And to talk about! My OCs! PLEASE TAG ME. IF YOU’RE DEBATING WHETHER YOU SHOULD OR SHOULDN’T, THAT MEANS YOU SHOULD. <3

Have more questions? You can check out my overly-detailed boundaries! (Nothing you actually NEED to know- I don’t really do DNIs- this is just here if anyone is curious! Don’t worry, I’ll still answer asks about things even if they’re here!)

CHARACTERS

See the full cast here!

[thegeekyartist]

Re: anti-intellectualism and those modern art posts floating around

Last week in my art class we discussed abstraction, both objective and non. The students had a pretty neutral reaction to objective abstraction (abstract art that has a tangible subject - think Picasso), but when we got to the non-objective abstract art (probably what pops into your mind when you think "abstract art"), things got heated.

They absolutely hated it. All of it. I showed Mondrian's Composition with Red, Blue, and Yellow ("This is stupid. It's just lines."). I showed Jackson Pollock's Convergence ("I could do that. What's the point?"). I showed Robert Rauschenberg's White Painting (abject rage). Just to name a few.

Now, don't get me wrong. I love discussing this. It's perfectly acceptable to have a reaction to fine art like this. However there was NO understanding or critical thinking about the pieces, even when I explained the meaning and process and context for each one. They firmly believed that art like this was entirely pointless because it didn't have a subject or message. They weren't even open to the idea. I even had one student leave.

Flash forward to this week. We had a student return to class after being sick. She missed the abstract lesson and discussion, but had a previous piece that she completed for homework and wanted to share. It was a digital collage that sort of resembled a flower. She said "It doesn't really mean anything, I just made it and I liked it." And all the students were praising it during critique. So I asked them, "Last week you said that art without deeper meaning isn't really art. That there needs to be a clear message and purpose for it to be 'good'. So why is this one different?"

No one had an answer for me.

Capitalism has poisoned our minds into believing that the only art that has worth is art that serves a higher function -- to inform, to entertain, to sell a product. It has to be 'good', it has to be 'pretty'. There is no art for the sake of art anymore. And it's affected our ability to look at artwork from the past through an objective lens. It's much easier to call something stupid than to ask yourselves the tough questions -- Who made this? Why did they make it? How did they make it? What was the reception and what did that mean for art moving forward?

You don't have to like abstract art. It's not a question about liking anything, in fact I'm sure (I'm positive) many of the abstract artists expected their work to be hated. But the point is that sometimes the meaning isn't in the artwork itself, but rather how we react to it and where this art sits in regard to what came before it and what was created after.

What is art? What is the line between 'good' and 'bad'? And who are we to decide when and where to draw it?

[gloomysoup]

Hello, friends!

i'm gloomysoup :) i thought it was about time i officially introduced myself and started a masterlist, so here's some things about me:

💜 this is essentially an 18+ blog, bc i am an adult who occasionally reposts adult content so please be wary of that. some of my content is minor-friendly, but not everything i post is/will be

💜 i go by they/she pronouns most of the time but i'm not particular (any will do)

💜 feel free to call me by whatever you want :) the general consensus seems to be 'soup' but i really don't mind either way

💜 i'm a raging lesbian, and also neurodivergent (likely autism but undiagnosed bc that shits expensive)

💜 my asks are always open! i love hearing from people and discussing my work/getting ideas! i'll happily try to answer any prompts or questions given!

💜 i will delete hate. this is a hate free zone! i want everyone to feel welcome. my blog is a safe space, and i intend on keeping it that way. hate to my inbox will be ignored and promptly deleted.

💜 i haven't been on tumblr very long, so i'm not very well established. i love making new friends (even if i'm a little awkward at times), so feel free to reach out and message me any time! i also love participating in tag games!

below the cut, you can find my masterlist :)

tumblr masterlist:

when the world stops turning (my heart stops beating) - part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

the nickelback chronicles - song on fire leader of men must be nice far away

spotify wrapped series - 13 33

steddie week 2024 - day 1 day 2 day 3 day 4 day 5 day 6 day 7

steddie angsty august 2024 masterpost

ao3 links:

when the world stops turning (my heart stops beating)

leave the window open

take my hand (and dance with me)

kiss me instead

how i fell in love with you

closed doors and consequences

the ghost of you

sunsets and lemon blueberry cake

it starts with a phone call

fill my lungs with air (and never give up)