#not really a punishment persay

[thelovelycircusau]

You look around.

As you look to your left, you notice a door. It doesn’t say ‘Exit’, but it’s a door leading outside it seems.

You look to your right, you see and feel what seems to be hot steam emanating from just out of your direct view. You also hear.. feminine giggles, chuckles and chatter. Huh.

And of course you bring your attention back in front of you, on one of the Alphabet Blocks- there appears to be a Sleeping Kitty, peacefully dozing…

[rivereleven]

Edge of midnight is so good because it’s like. The little things. One moment i think about in particular is,

(spoilers for Episode 6 and a little bit of 5).

When Marius recounts his dream not ONCE does he ever mention the fact that the ‘undead’ he was killing was specifically vampires nor does he mention the fire (if Im remembering correctly.) Despite his justification for this dream there is still this sense of shame if you will. Its so so good

[lohotine]

can you do shadow milk x ticklish reader

like shadow milk savouring their suffering while reader screaming in terrified laughter

AN: HEHEHE, HE IS SO SILLY, I LOVE HIM. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS REQUEST ♡ I made a short oneshot and some headcanons (bc this is my pooksay)

Shadow Milk Cookie x Ticklish! GN! Reader

Warnings: Just fluff

-Deserved-

Today was a rather odd day. There were no plays currently being performed in the theater, which meant Shadow Milk Cookie should be bothering you non-stop right now.. but he was nowhere to be seen.

You hadn't been looking for him, persay, but now you were beginning to feel a bit on edge.

Something hasn't happened to him, right? You're sure he's capable of defending himself.

You had even asked some of the other people in the theater, but they hadn't seen him either.

After lazily walking around the theater hoping to bump into your beloved boyfriend, you decided to just return home.

You would enter your house, and it was in that moment, that you had finnaly heard him.

"Doll~ A little help please?" Shadow Milk Cookie was sitting on your couch, tied up in a ribbon.

You stared at him in disbelief, with an underlying hint of disappointment.

"How exactly did you end up like this?" You would ask him before closing the door behind you.

"The details are not important. What is important is that you untie me!" Shadow Milk would say while grinning and staring at you with those unblinking eyes.

You roll your eyes before sitting next to him and starting to undo the ribbon.

It wasn't even done that well. Shadow Milk could have undid it himself if he wanted to.

The ribbon was undone swiftly.

"Oh thank you dove! I don't know what I'd do without you."

He would immediately cuddle up to you, warping his arms around your waist and giving you kisses on the cheek.

You were not impressed.

"So, can you finally tell me why you were tied up? I'm curious."

"Ah, I just wanted you to touch me. And I must say, I think my plan went off without a hitch!" His smile would never falter.

"You could have just asked."

Shadow Milk Cookie would frown and begin to whine.

"But that's soooo boring. I'm suppose to be entertaining! And besides, you were taking forever to come back!!"

He would begin to pout.

"I shouldn't let you get away with that."

Cold fingers could be immediately felt attacking your sides.

"H- hey! What are you-" You would cut yourself off with nonstop laughing.

"I'm not doing anything you don't deserve," he would say with a mischievous grin.

You would just keep screaming and laughing, barely being able to get out an 'I can't breathe-'

Shadow Milk would just shrug and continue on with his shenanigans.

What a loving boyfriend ♡

HEADCANONS BELOW:

Figured out you were ticklish very early on in your relationship

Has used it against you ever since

He's deceptively strong and can pin you down super easily

You never get away from him unless he's had his fun

If you ever annoy him or do something mildly upsetting: tickles. Nonstop

Really likes your laugh, so that might also be a reason he does it so much

His hands are always cold too, and it makes it worse :,(

He won't even stop for the excuse I can't breathe, because he thinks it funny seeing you so helpless

If you beg really nicely, or at least attempt to beg, maybe he'll stop

100% jumps out of nowhere and tickles you

He says it's your fault since your reactions are so entertaining

Very flexible to, so dodges your attacks pretty easily

If you do hit him while in a laughing fit, he doesn't stop for ten times longer

Says it's your punishment

[deerabigailhobbs]

Since I did a comparative post for Amanda and Abigail, I thought I'd write one for Adam and Abigail too (which I think I've done already for an ask buttt I'm going to try and be more thorough).

Post will be kinda all over the place, I apologise.

First of all, both of their characters revolve around their relationships with others. Even in the few scenes we have of them when they're alone, it's not really about them persay, but how their lives entangle with those around them. Abigail, always interrupted by the mess of her father, dreaming of how she helped him, and Adam, going home to develop photos of Lawrence, then getting kidnapped by Jigsaw mainly due to his ties with the doctor.

They're trying their hardest to live and in the end are punished for it. Abigail, on the more extreme side, doing her father's bidding so she won't die by his hands, and Adam taking photos of cheating spouses and lairs so they he won't die from a lack of starvation.

But not only do they crave survival, they crave individuality. Abigail, desperate to break away from her father's image and Adam, wishing he never knew Lawrence so he wouldn't be in that god forsaken bathroom. But they're failed. Failed by those who swore, who promised they'd protect them. Hannibal kills Abigail and Lawrence leaves Adam, even in their deaths, they revolve around another, even in death, independence is not granted to them.

Now, personality wise they're quite similar too, their biggest shared trait being manipulation.

Manipulate, lie, withhold information, trust no one. These are the foundations that they're both built upon, and they have good reason to be so secretive. Lawrence has been told to kill Adam, and it seems everyone is out to get Abigail, so they have to tread carefully.

And yet, these are characters are so desperate for affection, for a loving hand, and ever so slowly, that mask, that wall they've built around themselves slowly crumbles. Adam tells Lawrence of the situation with his family, who he truly is (albeit, forced to) and Abigail confesses to being an accomplice to her father's crimes. They show what they truly are, vulnerable and scared. In need of someone to embrace and tell them that everything is going to be alright, that they'll be ok. And where does that get them? Dead.

[carphoegras]

I don’t ship most of these myself , but your rant/ramble posts on Les Mis ships are funny so I genuinely wanted your opinion on these 👁

1. Enjoltaire

2. Valvert

3. Enjonine

4. Marisette (or whatever Marius x Cosette was called)

5. Javonine (Javert and…Eponine 😭)

6. Marionine (A name a just guessed for Marius x Eponine because I wasn’t bothered to look it up)

7. and uhhh.. Granjonine (I think that was the name)

well hello darling! i live to entertain lol lets get into it i might have to put this under a cut because i think its obvious i have a rambling issue

Enjoltaire : a classic for good reason. they seemed really base level to me at first because i watched the movie first, but once i read the brick and really saw their dynamic i fell for them HARD. for me the beauty of this pairing is really rooted in the substance of their individual characters as opposed to like a romantic relationship. idk its so difficult for me to verbalize why i love them so much i think i just love the idea of finding common ground despite difficulties. enjolras and grantaire mirror each other in such a beautiful way that i feel the musical/movie couldn't really capture without demoting it to a puppy love grantaire/mean enjolras dynamic idk i have such an issue with some portrayals of them because i feel like they create a victim/abuser situation where there wasn't one but that's like a whole post within itself anyway i feel like im getting incoherent i love exr with every fiber of my fucking being just read the brick if you don't get it ok the movie and musical just dont do it justice and for the love of god avoid the fics written in 2012/2013 after the movie hype its all wRONGGGG (i love you george blagden but you created a twink grantaire movement) (they pull each others pigtails okay its a mutual obsession) (enjolras why don't you just ignore him baby? glutton for punishment my dear we all know if you hated him you wouldn't let him hang around) (anyway) i should make a seperate post about my exr feelings bc i could talk ab them for hours

2. Valvert: okay this is where i feel like i can be unpopular with the fandom. i fucking hate this ship. like physically, spiritually, all that. its one of those that i kinda lose respect for the person bc its literally a cop/prisoner thing. its not enemies to lovers. its not a hate love thing. javert's a fucking cop. valjean is his victim. the whole idea of people romanticizing this makes me feel so insanely icky and i think the point of the story has just gone RIGHT over some folks' heads please take a step back and think about it. neolib behavior sorry not sorry

3. Enjonine: enjolras is gay. just like, straight up in the brick enjolras is a gay man. this ship is spawned from straight girls who saw aaron tveit and use eponine as their not like other girls posterchild. just a whole bunch of hetero nonsense. same behavior as the joseph quinn enj x reader bs. honey thats a homosexual man and can we please stop reducing eponine to needing a boyfriend she needs a stable home and a goddamn therapist fucking hell

4. Marisette: okay. i LOVE THEM. i'm a cosette stan myself, and i'm a huge fan of a gooey love at first sight situation. they contrast my love for exr in the sense that they're a very easy love. their parts in the book literally make me SWOOOOOON i can put aside my beef with marius as a combeferre kin to appreciate how sweet they are

5. Javonine??: im sorry wh aht. did the snape x hermione shippers leak into the lm fandom or am i being fucking punked im not discussing this its obvious why this is wrong please tell me its obvious y'all are NASTY

6. Marionine: eh. eh. i mean, like i said with enjonine eponine's problems are not gonna be solved with a dude. i'm really not opposed to them, persay, its just that eponine's love for marius is so incredibly dependent and rooted more in her personal trauma than actual love, so i feel a little weird with them sometimes. sometimes it just gives anti cosette vibes (cough cough bc of the bullshit love triangle angle that the musical markets cough cough) so i tread very carefully with them

7. Granjonine: again what in the damn hell. i'm not dignifying this shit they could be besties but for the love of god george blagden did a number on the straight girls. STOP PROJECTING ONTO EPONINE IM GONNA LOSE MY FUCKING MIND LEAVE HER ALONE

thanks for the ask lovely, i do love rambling even though these ships are baffling lmaoooo

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

          Kim Seungmin, a 22 year old son of Hades.          He is a librarian at Phoenix Library & Museum.

FC NAME/GROUP: Kim Seungmin / Stray Kids CHARACTER NAME: Kim Seungmin AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 22 / September 22nd, 2000 PLACE OF BIRTH: Seoul, South Korea OCCUPATION: Librarian at the Phoenix Library & Museum HEIGHT: 5’10 WEIGHT: 123lbs DEFINING FEATURES:

He has an aura of quiet and calm radiating around him

He has a sharp and calculating gaze that can sometimes feel like he’s seeing right through you, that he can see who you are at your core with just a glance

He wears glasses sometimes

Piercings: Three in his left ear (2 lobe, 1 cartilage), three in his right ear (1 lobe, 2 cartilage).

PERSONALITY: Seungmin is… quiet. He used to talk more, be more open, friendly, and comfortable interacting with people. But after a few years of being “too” friendly and “too” open, saying things some people would rather not hear or things they refused to believe and responding with hostility or anger– Seungmin just stopped talking and interacting unless he was spoken to first. He also just… dropped the friendliness too.

 Instead of friendly or open remarks, Seungmin started to respond with more bluntness and an undercurrent of an extremely sharp tongue. He takes no shit from people and can be rather sarcastic and to the point in a way that leaves no room for questions.

He’s not unfriendly persay, just very hard to get to know. He can be a bit of a savage as well, laying into people with biting comments if they trigger his defenses and unwillingness to talk more openly.

He says what he thinks and will not back down when his opinions are challenged, he argues his point to be sure he’s understood and to show he’s not a weak person. He’s not mean or nasty, just sharp because he learned that’s the only way to talk to people sometimes. He has a good heart deep down, his care for people or creatures who truly matter to him bringing out a much gentler nature. It takes work to get behind all his defenses but once you do you have one of the most loyal and true to heart people you could ever meet. He’s fiercely loyal to his friends, protective and caring.

If you betray him however, break that trust you gained after all the work you had to put into getting through all those layers he has built up… you better run because hell hath no fury like a child of hades scorned.

HISTORY: As a baby, Seungmin had been left alone in a ditch shivering and cold with a threadbare blanket wrapped around his small body. He’d been found later, nearly frozen to death and quickly brought to a community home for abandoned children. Everything was fine until he was old enough to talk, often pointing out how people had things following them. ‘Shadows’ that seemed to want to speak with them.

For some, they realized they were deceased relatives.

Often, they were far too creeped out by that fact to really understand so rather than talking to Seungmin about it- they punished him. They said nasty things and often claimed that was the reason he’d never be adopted out. After all that- Seungmin stopped. He stopped talking about the shadows and instead turned to reading. He read a lot, consumed a lot of books of all kinds and learned languages for fun.

He never did get adopted out either, his past talk of shadows tarnishing his ‘adoptability’ for people in the years that followed.

Soon enough, the moment he was turning eighteen had come and he ended up on the streets. For most places when a child ages out of the system, said child was supposed to be given a starting point of sorts. A small apartment and a job. Seungmin was not given that and instead spent his eighteenth birthday trying to find a dry and comfortable enough area to shelter from the oncoming cold.

Two days later, Seungmin met a small pack of stray dogs and upon observing some odd behaviors from them he chanced asking them if they knew a good place to shelter from the cold. To his surprise, the dogs began leading him to a place he could get out of the cold.

It was a stray animal haven, and there he met the first ever parental figure he’d ever had. A kindly woman with a connection between her and her strays that surpassed all expectations. It was there he was given a bed, a roof to sleep under, and food to eat. He stayed there for a few years, learning what he could to help the woman and her strays up until one day he was approached by a Spirit. For most of his life he’d only known them as shadows but this time he could see the spirit so clearly he knew what it was. The spirit had a connection with the woman he was staying with and though he was hesitant… Once again Seungmin decided to try becoming a mediator between a living person and their deceased connection.

This time he received positivity, a thank you. Instead of fear and rejection.

After that, the woman told him about a place. A place where he could find answers and a place where he’d be welcomed by others like himself (others like her as well, though she never sought it out as she never needed it as much as others do). She told him her suspicions about who his father might be, as it had to be Hades. There was no other reason why he could see and interact with spirits like he could as well as have the dogs interact with him in the ways they do. Like he was their leader that they would follow without question.

She urged him to travel to Mount Phoenix, a place where he might find more answers about himself and what he could do. And so, with clear instructions on how to get there- Seungmin packed up his few belongings, promised to visit the kindly woman when he could now and then, and made his way to Mount Phoenix to see what awaited him there.

PANTHEON: Greek CHILD OF: Hades POWERS:

The Ability to Sense, Summon, and Speak to Ghosts

Dogs obey him without question

STRENGTHS:

He will not waver in the face of unfairness or adversity.

He knows how to protect himself and others.

He can easily tell when someone is bullshitting him. He learned how to pay attention to people’s nervous tics and generalized habits from a very young age.

WEAKNESSES:

His sharp tongue and blunt nature makes him difficult to approach.

He doesn’t give chances to people very often. If someone fucks up once, they don’t get another chance.

He has difficulty opening up to others and trusting people too deeply. He’s spent too long building up his defenses to keep himself safe and unhurt.

[phantomspren]

Okay yes yes yes and yes to all of this.

Big infodump coming up. I may repeat quite a bit that OP already said but I just want to add some more information and my own thoughts on this cause it's fascinating. Both from a historical point of view and when it comes to changing historical details for a fictional story.

I personally think that basically... Just a lot of historical details got neglected in this, specifically in regard to Puritan culture. (And the whole 1613 thing.)

The main reason I believe that they were Puritans is basically: it would be really really really weird if they weren't.

And this is because in the early 1600s (I'm not sure about anything after that I'll be honest) the only people in Massachusetts and Connecticut were Puritans.

Now it may be argued that the people from Jamestown might have wandered up to Massachusetts/Connecticut in the years between 1607 and 1613 (or the 1630s if you think Masha was wrong, which I definitely do) but Jamestown was established primarily for economic reasons. It was primarily made up of men, so it wasn't meant to be a place to raise a family. So it'd be really REALLY weird for Caleb and Philip (or other children in general) to somehow exist in Jamestown in the first place and then somehow get from Virginia to Connecticut. And there was no reason for the people of Jamestown to go there. They were just doing their economic stuff down in Virginia and had no need to go anywhere else. Their population wasn't really growing at all and they had what they needed where they were. (Those who settled Jamestown were Anglican, by the way.)

Please enjoy my crappy representation of how far Jamestown is from Connecticut. :P (The yellow dot in Connecticut is about where Wethersfield is, which is a town I'll talk about a bit.)

So then we've got the Pilgrims, who came over on the Mayflower. They were all separatists (Puritans), so they believed that the Church of England (Anglicans) were doing religious stuff wrong. (For good reason, honestly, though their beliefs weren't much better. If I remember correctly from AP world history, the church of England let people buy things called reparations to forgive past sins. So if you were rich, you were set to go to heaven no matter what you did. Which the Puritans, who believed in predestination, thought was awful.) So it'd be extra weird for Anglicans to end up in this area settled by Puritans.

Okay. Wethersfield, Connecticut. Wethersfield calls itself the oldest town in Connecticut, and it was established in the early 1630s. I'm like 85% sure that it is one of the towns that Dana based Gravesfield off of. Wethersfield was founded by the Puritans, and in town there's this old church with a ton of information on its website. Including about witch hunting. (I think Wethersfield is the town that the book The Witch of Blackbird Pond takes place in.) But witch hunting did happen in Wethersfield significantly before the Salem witch trials. (It was pretty common all over to be honest.) There wasn't a ton of hunting persay, mostly trials. (The Puritans were the only group who formally tried witches, the punishment for witchcraft being hanging.) (Oh also you should definitely check out the church's article on witch hunting. It's really really interesting how they address it and kinda funny how they almost try to excuse what happened.)

Wethersfield was established around the time of Gravesfield and honestly, modern day Wethersfield kind of reminds me of modern day Gravesfield. (There's also a Wethersfield historical society.)

Also, with regards to clothing, the clothes they are shown wearing (disregarding Philip's outfit upon arrival in Gravesfield and most of the stuff in the Hollow Mind portraits), they're primarily shown wearing clothing that was common during the revolutionary era. Think Hamilton. Then with the Hollow Mind stuff, suspenders didn't come into common use until the 1800s.

TL;DR: a lot of historical details were screwed up in the Wittebane stuff, but them being Puritans is basically the only thing that makes any semblance of sense.

With regards to the religious stuff, one of the things I love thinking about is how Philip must have adjusted his religious views to justify Caleb's actions and his own actions to "save" Caleb.

For example, the Puritans believed in predestination and that those whose souls were saved would receive a "confirmation" of that, a confirmation being a spiritual experience where they learn for sure that they are among the chosen.

The Puritans did not believe that adhering to their lifestyle saved their souls. They adhered to their strict lifestyles to prove to everyone else that they were the chosen people and that they were above the sins of everyone else because they were chosen. (This is why deviating from the norm and standing out was so bad. It showed to the community that you weren't one of the chosen and you were under the influence of the devil.)

Which is why the "this is for the good of your souls" in Thanks to Them and the "I tried to save your soul" in For the Future felt so weird to me.

Philip didn't want to believe that Caleb wasn't one of the chosen few when he was "corrupted" by a witch and abandoned their way of life. (Because someone who had been chosen to go to heaven would never be tempted by the devil!)

And so at some point over those ~350 years, Philip's beliefs changed to accommodate his view of himself at the savior of humanity and his belief that he could save people's souls by destroying the witches, even though Puritanism taught that the salvation of your soul wasn't a status that could be affected during this life.

Anyways, I'm writing a fic about the Wittebane lore and I'm trying to keep it as historically accurate as I can, so I've set Philip and Caleb's arrival in Gravesfield at 1637, so that they're arriving in a small but growing town that's already had some practices established, such as an unusual fear of witches (or an unusual desire to steal property from those who have been accused of witchcraft).

Also, some of this definitely may be wrong. I probably explained some stuff weirdly so it doesn't come across correctly. And I may have drawn some conclusions with incomplete information. So take this all with a pinch of salt, but if you have more information please let me know!!! This is a topic I'm always willing to learn more about or have my misunderstandings corrected.

Hot take: the Wittebanes were not Puritans

So since Hollow Mind came out there have been a lot of jokes about how the Belos is a crusty old Puritan. And while he is certainly crusty and old, I don’t think he was a Puritan.

I understand why everyone jumps there, when we think of Witch Hunts in Colonial America the very first thing that comes to mind is the Salem Witchcraft Trials. However, the Salem Witchcraft Trials began in 1692, that is 80 years after Masha says the Wittebros showed up in Gravesfield, and 30 years after the events of Elsewhere and Elsewhen.

If Masha’s information is correct, (which it might not be but we’ll get to that) then Caleb and Philip arrived in Gravesfield in 1613, which is closer in time to the settlement of Jamestown (1607) than the Salem Witchcraft Trials. 

The Pilgrims didn’t even land at pride rock until 1620, seven years after the Wittebros arrived in Gravesfield. The Mayflower Pilgrims were really the group responsible for creating the idea of religious charters. They specifically wanted to leave England to create their own religious society. Many other groups followed, (notably the Massachusetts Bay Colony, which later became the home of the aforementioned Salem Witchcraft Trials) but the Mayflower Pilgrims were the first group of religious extremists who came to America looking for their Zion. 

Prior to that, the motivation to settle the “New World” was mainly financial. Ships were chartered through the Virginia Company. Which as we all remember from our favorite wildly inaccurate and problematic 90s Disney movie, the Virginia Company was in it for the money. The New World had resources and Britian wanted them, damnit, Glory, God, and Gold and the Virginia Company.

That meant, if Caleb and Philip really did arrive in Gravesfield in 1613, their family likely made the trip for financial gain, not religion. If that’s the case they were less likely a member of an obscure group of religious extremists, and more likely to be either Protestant like King James and Queen Elizabeth. (They could have also been Roman Catholic, evidence for that comes later).

“But”, you say, “weren’t Puritans the ones persecuting witches at the time?”

Yes and no. 

In the Americas, Witch Hunts will forever be linked to Puritans, but in Witch Hunting long outdates the Puritans. King James himself, was a witch hunting fanatic, he personally oversaw hundreds of witchtrials. He wrote books about finding witches, and it was specifically the King James endorse translation of the Bible that features the infamous “thou shalt not suffer a witch to live” (in many prior translations the word witch is something more along the line of “sinner” or “evil doer”). By many estimates, upwards of 1500 people were executed for witchcraft as a result of his reign. If we are going with Masha’s 1613 timeline, the brothers would have left England smack dab in the middle of his reign, right after the King James Bible was published.

(^this GIF has nothing to do with the Owl House, I just love sassy Gay King James in his bird mask, look at this cocky ass bastard, you know him and Belos would have been genocide buddies)

However, I can’t pretend to be focused on some semblance of historical accuracy and take Masha’s information at face value, even in the context of the show it wouldn’t add up because according to the sign we see in Yesterday’s Lie, Gravesfield was established in 1635. 

(Granted there is a difference between a settlement and a town, it is possible that 1635 was when Gravesfield was officially acknowledged as a town and the boys just lived there pre-establishment). 

However, in the name of historical accuracy, I have to assume Masha got the date wrong, because the English didn’t even settle in Conneticut until the 1630s. The Conneticut Witch Trials began in the 1640s. By this timeline and demographic, the likelihood of Caleb and Philip being Puritans goes up by a lot. 

However, if we look at Philip’s clothes an his goals, there are still signs that don’t point to Puritanism. First look at the clothes Caleb and Philip wear as children:

Philip’s pants are red and Calebs are green. While it is a myth that Puritans could only wear black, the colors that they were allowed to incorporate into their wardrobe were typically still neutrals (dark yellows and beiges). Green would be pushing it, and red would be unbelievably bold.

Additionally, the ruffles on Philip’s shirt in the journal and Jacob’s book, would have been seen as incredibly vain.

 The blue/black coat that Caleb wore in the puppet show, and Philip later wears in Elsewhere and Elsewhen and King’s Tide has gold buttons and gold embroidery. Gold and Silver accessories of any kind would have been considered incredibly sinful and conceited. 

Which would also make it really weird for a Puritan to choose gold to represent himself. Infact his whole emperor authentic is much more reminiscent of the Catholic Pope. His own role as the messenger of the Titan’s will is also very papal in nature.

Finally there is the term he uses, “Witch Hunter General” is an illusion to “Witch Finder General” which was a rank made up and used by Protestant Matthew Hopkins and not really used by any Puritans. Such a title would also probably have seemed pretty vain.

Now you might say, “It’s a fictional story, why does any of this matter?”

The answer is: It does not, but I am high and have ADHD and this was the rabbit hole I fell down.

[caelumsnuff]

This fandom knows how to suck the fun out things sometimes lol like telling artists that they shouldn't draw the *listener* characters as femme (when they are *self inserts* lol and can be anything including femme) or getting mad at people for headcanon or rambling about the possible death of characters (like people know it's not gonna happen, but it's fun to talk about sometimes! and if they don't know it isn't gonna happen then who cares?? let people talk about whatever, it's not hurting you). Sometimes I feel like responding, but I don't and just block people instead, but I just don't get what's up with people telling others how to have fun in fandom.

Okay so i really ranted on this one idk i felt i needed to address some random thoughts that are like maybe barely tangentially related to this ask???

TLDR; i agree with you, we should just let people have fun in this fandom for fucks sake.

And thank you so much for this ask it actually felt really good to word soup all my thoughts on this, even if they’re semi-incoherent. I hope you have a lovely day anon💕

Oh yeah for sure. Fun that is even slightly outside the bounds of what is considered “normal” here is ostracized and punished.

I generally see people making OCs to act as the listener characters, or making self inserts, and thats so cool! Its a very unique aspect of this fandom tbh, and i genuinely love that!

Though I said (like a year ago) that i find it strange that sometimes people assert something about the listener characters themselves. Not their OC or SI, but the character. I think asserting specific illnesses or disorders or specific backstories onto characters that are barely characters is a little weird??? Its not like i have a problem with it persay, i just don’t particularly understand the thought process behind it. Cause like in my mind, theyre blank characters for a reason so asserting something about the character as they exist on the channel doesn’t make sense to me. I feel reading too deeply into their behaviors outside of what is explicitly stated and explained in canon kinda defeats the purpose of their place in the story to me. Like the difference between going “my Cutie OC was abused as a child and used their telepathy to read others minds and moods to keep themselves out of harms way from their abusers, and it is now impeding their relationship with Geordie as their coping mechanism is manifesting as abusive behavior” is different from going “Cuties [canon] behavior is because they were abused/autistic and dont understand social cues/relies on telepathy to navigate relationships.” Like one is a headcanon talking about your version of the character, and another is asserting something onto the canon character that isn’t there???

Idk i just dont understand this specific version of headcanons (directly onto canon listener characters as opposed to speaker characters who are actually fleshed out to one degree or another). But that is, still yet, just me complaining LOL. Aside from vague side eyeing that i do on this blog, i aint about to bother anyone or be confrontational about something i just find strange (though i guess “strange” or “weird” are loaded words to use, i really do just mean i dont understand it). Anyways! I still believe people should do whatever the fuck they want, so long as they’re having fun and not harassing others. I feel like a hypocrite to state that i find asserting things onto the canonical listener characters is strange, but i really dont care any more than i care about other perspectives/behaviors i am incapable of empathizing with/completely comprehending.

I think the idea of getting mad that someones self insert or OC is a specific gender is just….. childish??? Immature???? Some people are going to be men, or women, and getting upset that people make their self inserts the same gender as themselves is WILD!!!! Equally as wild to get mad that someone didn’t make their entire OC cast one gender…..

Its also equally as childish and self-centered to assert that the listener characters are canonically anything other than nonbinary people who use they/them, because all of Erik’s content is M4A and uses gender neutral pronouns for ALL listeners. Like going in someones inbox and screaming “THE LISTENERS ARE CANONICALLY ALL FEEEEEMALE!!!” (actual real example btw 💀) Is, aside from being idiotic and quite frankly embarrassing, just straight up wrong.

Let people treat their listeners how they wish to treat them, not everyone is going to imagine them the same way. Myself for example, all the listener characters are me. Its me with slightly different hairstyles, powers, and expressing different aspects of my personality. Im the spiderman meme every time theres a video with more than one listener present.

As for the death of characters thing, thats so wild lol. I’m gonna keep imagining a world in which the Redactedverse holds actual consequences and people die in it. Permanently. I will hold steady in my opinion that Milo and Lasko should have gotten slaughtered during Inversion and no one could even pry it from my cold dead hands.

Do what you want, use websites functions to your advantage to curate your experiences, and have fun.

And for the love of god dont harrass other people over this shit. How the fuck are some of these adults acting like 16 year olds 😭 dont they have bigger things to worry about??? I know for a fact i do

[2amimagines]

it's 3am and i have some thoughts on the kpop brat community-

shall i list a few?

haechan (obv🤨): this man. playful type of brat. not to get a rise out of you persay, just likes the fun of not doing what you say so you can put him back in his place.

yeonjun: yeonjun is a brat for prideful reasons. he's aware that you have the upper hand but he still likes to put up a fight. why submit easily? it's okay, you can make him regret it and apologize :)

changkyun: a cute brat in my opinion. is more into it for foreplay reasons i think, he's pretty obedient once you have him under you.

"changkyun we talked about this, didn't i say to not try and touch me while we were out?"

"did you? :D"

eric: eric is a brat because it took him a bit to submit for you in the first place. don't get me wrong he loves it, but he still thinks he can take over at times. however when you pin him down by his wrists and make him say who he belongs to, he'll fold.

LEE MINHO. LORD-: this boy 🤨. is a brat for the fun of it and loves to get a rise out of you. not only will he doubt you being in charge, he'll call you every title you like in public and when you get home feign innocence.

"what was i supposed to not say that? i'm sorry, does this mean you'll have to punish me? if you even can :)"

jaemin: hes the type to disrespect you on purpose just so you can wreck him harder then mock him. also he wants you to make him respond. saying it out loud makes it so much more humiliating and he loves it.

"aw baby i thought you were so tough,,, trying to defy me? you're nothing but a pathetic whore who just wants rough treatment."

seonghwa: now this may be an unpopular opinion- but let's be honest, he's a good boy majority of the time. but something about making you upset and treating him like a ragdoll just really sits right with him. defying you would purely be for your reaction.

[jadienjaystoriesandart]

A Deals A Deal (Part 2)

Note: People really liked the Demon!Scar idea I had, and while I don’t have a play by play of chapters or a whole plot (other than Slow Burn), I can write scenes as I go. To read Part 1, look for the reblog I did for @bluiex to read the AroAce Anon’s version and the one I did. :)

As a side note, this will get into religious themes, into areas that might piss off some very hard core Christians out there. For my own sake I’m saying this now, this is all made up stuff using source material. Most might be accurate, most might be my interpretation, and some of it is just bullshit I made up. 

I’ll also be making references to Hells Belles alot, so yeah...

Now that that’s out of the way, please enjoy.

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The cats were happy now, as Scar was petting Pearl with a silly grin, Grian was making something for himself, and Scar said he doesn’t really eat people food. He was trying not to think about what that could mean. “So the terms are as I make them right? And depending on what I ask depends on the price?” Grian asked Scar as he sat down in the arm chair. 

“Yup!” Scar said cheerfully to him, “Everything has a price, and each price gets higher. Persay you want to be a million air, the cost might be your humanity or a part of your soul.” he explained while giggling when the cat pawed his face for attention. “Oh Jellie would be so jealous.”

Grian took in that info, frowning slightly as he thought about it. “you can sell ‘parts’ of your soul?” he echoed, finding that very odd, he would have thought a soul as a whole thing.

“Basically,” Scar’s tail hugged his waist now bringing up his feet to sit cross legged on the very worn couch. “By selling a part of yourself, it makes reincarnation a little harder in the afterlife. Demons don’t have much use for anything but souls, save for the Princes who can use anything. Most of us deal in souls and soul halves. The more souls a demon has, the more power they have.” 

The frown stayed on Grian’s face, “So is it anything like what the bible says?” he asked a bit worried now.

Shrugging at him, “Not entirely, I mean there are punishment levels for truly even souls that come there. But reincarnation wouldn’t even be a thing is people were always tortured. New Souls, like yourself, are very very rare to come around.” Scar grinned at him, showing off fangs. 

“New souls?” Grian instinctively placed a hand on his chest.

The demon gave a cheerful nod, the smile staying on his face. “Most souls are recycles, most of the gods don’t make new souls these days, not with how many people there already are in the world.” he explained messing with Pearl’s paws, “New Souls are rare because of this, it means you’ve not been reincarnated once, and this if your first chance at life. The more a soul reincarnates, the less shiny it gets.

“As for the idea that you’ll be tortured just for make a deal? What good would that benefit me, or you? If you’ve been a mostly good person, most it does is you have a chance to become a demon, or get the pretty basic afterlife most Satanist get.” the grin showed again, “but not many stay good people once they make a deal, power gets to you humans head. Free will and all that.”

Silence rang after that as Grian sat back with a heavy huff, his mind was reeling a bit from all of this. “So, if all of this is pretty much common knowledge, why do people still get it wrong or have their own versions.”

Scar tilted his head, “Why do you humans do any type of lies or control? Power.” he said simply. “What started as a common theme branched from different experiences happening. The Gods and Goddesses themselves, and the God of many mono religions, approach everyone differently. From this, religions were made, and some changed to just better keep society going, for better or worse. I mean, you live in a capitalistic society, surely you know by now control is how anything works.”

Running clawed fingers through Peral’s fur, Scar smiled, “Ultimately what you believe in just determines your afterlife of choice, the universal rule is Don’t Be A Dick... which you people have a hard time doing.” he looked thoughtful, “Cubby put it best when he said: ‘The bar is in the crust of the earth, and some people like making digging their hobby’.” he let out another snicker.

That was again alot to unpack as Grian was in thought now, eating his cup of ramen while Scar seemed preoccupied on Pearl and now Maui. This did change alot of his world view, given Scar was bound to tell him the truth, it was enough to shake his foundation again. Great he already had enough of that when he left his parents house. But... here he was, with a literal demon in his apartment petting his cats, and telling him the world was mostly built on lies.

Well... that part he already knew from watching enough TV shows and reading internet stuff. 

“So, to make a deal.” Scar said snapping Grian out of his head, “Given you’re a new soul, if you offer that I’d give you anything you want.” a smirk, “And i do mean anything, being I run punishments on level 8 means I’ve got alot of influence in Hell.”

Grian swallowed hard at that as he could feel Scar eyeing him with interest, the idea that other was staring at his soul was unnerving. “I’ll be honest Scar, I didn’t think this would work, much less what I’d have asked for! I thought Demons were fake, and this was to prove to myself it was.” he groaned a bit setting his cup of ramen down.

. . .

“Then let’s take this a day at a time then?” Scar suggested in his cheerful tone, “Given I’m bound to you now, you can call me whenever you think you need something, we negotiate price, and go from there.” a clap of the hands he grinned, “Plus it’s been years since I’ve been in the human world, I’ve always wanted to see what you guys have been up to!”

Grian turned to Scar at that mouth gapped, “What?” he balked a bit as Scar had a cheeky grin on his face.

“First thing though, a better place for the two of us, i heard there are alot of Victorian houses for fresh college grads like yourself.” Scar said standing up as the cats jumped off him. “real cheap room and housing, haunted and all that, and I like to mess with spirits anyway.” he waved his hand off. “Rent is better there than here, trust me.”

The demon walked past him chattering away as Grian bewildered, “Wait you’re moving in with me!?” he asked getting up to follow Scar out of the room. Only to pause and quickly swipe the ramen cup before Maui could inspect it for food, and rushing back to Scar. “But why bother moving in when I could just summon you again?” he asked.

“Like I said, I’ve missed being on the mortal plane. We don’t get to leave Hell often, why do you think it’s so hard to get us to leave a house?” Scar scoffed as if that was just the most logical thing ever. Grian could only stare at him as Scar went back to the room where Grian’s phone was still on the bed. 

Scar was already typing as Grian made a shocked sound, “What how did you get into my phone?” he asked but Scar didn’t answer. 

“Look you want out of this hole of a house right?” Scar asked, as Grian went to speak, “Yes or No, Grian, it’s a simple question.” he teased, blinking a few times Grian nodded. “So, this is a free on the house thing, to get us both out of this place, and into a place with history, room, and in a better part of town.” Scar beamed going back to searching.

“really don’t know why you moved to America of all places.” Scar said casually, “but we’ll make it work, exploiting a system is what I do best. And eventually we’ll find what you want to trade that pretty soul of yours for.”

Grian placed a hand on his chest again as if trying to hide his ‘soul’ from Scar’s view. That made a pit of unease settle in his stomach, Scar didn’t seem to notice or care as he kept looking. “Well, you don’t exactly look hum-” he was cut off as in a blink of the eye, Scar was in a hoodie, jeans, with no horns, blueish transparent wings, or even a tail... he looked human. “Um...” Grian muttered

All he got in response was a playful smirk, and Grian decided to not say anything. At least he was getting out of this place, and he didn’t have to trade anything for it. He left to go throw away the empty cup and just... process all of this. 

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The old Victorian house was... well old. It had faded red and brown paint, with green moss growing with English ivy on the stone foundation and walls. Ominous was the right word for it. 

Scar was beaming, “The owner of it is more than happy to rent us two rooms, apparently the other tenants staying said something about a demon in the house. Cubby likes to mess with people.” he said casually leading the way in, “Comes fully furnished already, which means no more cough that smells like cat litter. And this place is pet friendly, I think the owner is just desperate to not have to sell to the bank.” he joked.

As if one demon wasn’t already enough, Maui protested in his carrier as he hated being in it. Scar was carrying Pearl’s carrier, and Grian could only sigh as they started to unpack what he had to bring inside. The owner, a man named Scott had told him he had to at least live here for 10 years, and rent was super cheap. He didn’t seem to care so long as he up kept the house and cleaned up after himself. Seemingly too tired really given the last people here left in the middle of the night after...  ‘Cubby’ had threw knives after the husband, kept making the daughter draw creepy pictures (which were still on tapped to the wall), and gave the wife nightmares and scratch marks. Also something about blood running out of the walls, smell of death, one college student getting possessed and taking out lights around the area, another getting pushed and locked in the basement when home alone, and something about a pentagram in the attic and occult book that Scott just left in the house!

Well at least it was cheap.

Scar had possibly already wandered off to catch up with his old friend, leaving Grian to unpack in his room and set up the litter boxes. Letting the cats explore around the house. No doubt he’d be meeting ‘Cubby’ some time soon and frankly he was trying not to think about that.

Sighing heavily, Grian petted Pearl when she passed by, so his roommate was now two demons, in a very haunted old mansion, a landlord that was sketchy as fuck, and armed with new knowledge that most religions were bullcrap.

Oh and said Demon was trying to get him to pawn off his ‘New Soul’ and seemed very eager to try anything. given on the drive here Scar kept making offer after offer to Grian to make a deal with him. Ranging from money, love, happiness, 3 inches below the belt... Who would sell their soul for only 3 inches! go for at least 5.

Shaking his head, Grian put it out of his mind, as Mumbo said he’d be heading over later to check out the new place. He really hoped Scar and this ‘Cubby’ played nice.

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That’s about all I have for now guys, between here and when Scar starts to explore more will have a gap. Also more Hermits will join as Grian’s ‘roommates’ and will be the subject of Cub’s ‘Pranks’. If you can call pushing, clawing, biting, and making blood rain down ‘pranks’. 

Most won’t stick around long, and a few might be demons themselves. Grian is gonna become the center of attention for his soul. And Scar is gonna be a jealous Demon. 

[beta-lactam-allergic]

I will never understand LGBTQ Hamas supporters. Like seriously, Hamas want us dead too. They killed one of their own commanders because they found out he was gay (Mahmoud Ishtiwi, use Google or DuckDuckGo or any other search engine if you don't believe me). Their punishment for LGBTQ people on their soil is execution. Why are you cheering on people who hate us? Does your Judenhass really overwhelm your survival instinct? Stanning Hamas & the Houthis won't make them hate you less for being queer, just ask Mahmoud Ishtiwi. Oh wait, you can't because he's dead for being gay.

Meanwhile, Israel is one of a very small number of countries in MENA where homosexuality is legal. Discrimination against LGBTQ people in terms of employment, education, health care, housing or commerce is illegal. It's one of 5 MENA countries with any right to change your legal gender, the only nation in MENA that doesn't require you to have had gender confirmation surgery to legally change gender & one of only 2 that provide transition surgery as part of public healthcare (Iran's the other one, I can acknowledge their stopped clock moment). The only downside is that you can't perform gay marriage on Israeli soil, but that’s the case for all non-religious marriages & all gay marriages performed overseas are legally recognised as valid by Israel, including those where both members of the wedded couple are solely Israeli citizens, so this is arguably more discrimination against the poor in general than queer people persay. 🇮🇱 is still by far the best place to be LGBTQ in MENA.

Please direct me to the idiot who says you can't be both trans & pro-Israel (I'm iffy on if it's best practice to call myself a Zionist when I'm not Jewish myself, so I stick with pro-Israel, but I support the basic tenants of Zionism: Jewish people have the right to self-determination in their ancestral homeland & the right to defend that expression of self-determination from those who wage war on it). See if this fool is willing to defend their position arguing with a pro-Israel transwoman who can bring facts to the argument.

There is literally a trans center in Tel Aviv. It’s a well-funded community center just for trans people. (This is in addition to the LGBTQ+ centers.) If you transition while serving in the IDF your medical bills are all paid for (and yes you’re still able to serve in the military if you are trans.) It is much easier to transition in Israel than in most places in the world. It is not expensive (your surgeries are free on the Israeli health service and HRT is affordable) and it is not looked down upon by any but the most bigoted. Changing your name and gender markers on official documents is not difficult. The first trans person to win Eurovision was ISRAELI contestant Dana International in 1998. Trans people are on television in Israel everyday. To say you “cannot be trans” if you are “a zio” is nonsense. There are more trans people in Israel living their best lives than almost anywhere in the world. Israel is a far better place to be trans than the USA, for example. There is not the demonization of trans individuals in Israel.

I knew that Israel had a pretty good record on queer rights overall, but this is great info 👍

[nyaagolor]

I'm mildly curious about that Another dimension: Doomed/gradual doomerfication Au, is everyone stuck there, or just the people that canonically end up there at some point, and thus come out part doomer?

More of the second one! The initial idea from this AU sprang from a piece of folklore I initially came up with for the fanfic the mods are writing (Star Chunks), buuuuuut we ended up scrapping the entire thing because it didn't fit organically into the story. The little scene plus some more details about the au are under the cut so the post doesn't get too long

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“You know, they’re theorized to be the souls of the ancients, trapped wandering Another Dimension for eternity. They can’t remember what they looked like after all this time, so their anger and desperation takes the place of their memories and turns them into… these guys. They say that they think the energy spheres will turn them back.” 

“WHAT, REALLY??” Marx climbs up onto the outcropping to get a better look. “For real?? They’re what’s left of those guys? The ones who made Nova?”

Magolor sighs, wistfully. The sphere doomers puff up, looking annoyed at Marx’s presence. “Not really. That’d be silly, I think. Nobody knows for certain. It’s just what people say, that it was their punishment for asking too much of technology.”

“Oh.” Marx hops back down to where Magolor’s hiding, sitting down. “That’s… cool. I guess. I sure hope we don’t become like that.”

Magolor doesn’t respond. 

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So basically the idea is that people gradually turn into sphere doomers if they're in AD too long. All the current sphere doomers are mostly Ancients / people from FL who were lost testing portals / traveling between dimensions / etc. There's no real "plot" persay other than that Galacta and Grand Doomer are now the same being. People who were lost in AD for a while but not so long that they lost their minds came out with only some feathers / small wings / tails / a hankering for crunching and munching on ancient artifacts (basically just magolor and susie iirc)

feel free to use this au in whatever way you want, there's not much to it atm :)

[cruelfeline]

To me, when Hordak tells Entrapta that she’s not a failure, it’s not... how to say... it’s not that he’s wrong, persay. But in a way, it’s not quite the message that he, personally, needs to hear. Or that I think carries the best connotations.

To me, the equivalent would be... oh... Entrapta hearing Hordak call himself “defective” (or, in our terms, disabled) and answering him by telling him that he’s not. Which. Y’know. He is. And it wouldn’t be right, in this situation, to reply with “oh, it’s okay; you’re not really disabled.” 

What Entrapta does instead is acknowledge that both she and he have what are considered, in the mainstream, to be shortcomings. Flaws. And she points out that having flaws is not a reason to think of oneself as lesser, or to deprive oneself of happiness. She looks at herself, at what are considered to be her flaws, accepts them as a part of herself, and moves on. Living her life in a way that makes her happy. It doesn’t mean that she doesn’t suffer emotional distress in the process (the isolation she subjects herself to is a clear problem), but overall, she has a healthy view of how one should view and handle one’s perceived shortcomings.

And that’s the difference between how Hordak and Entrapta react to one another’s self-deprecation. Entrapta sees Hordak labeling himself a failure and tries to show him that being a supposed failure is not a reason to think poorly of oneself, or to condemn oneself to a life of unhappiness. She essentially tells him that “yes, you are disabled; that does not mean that you are a lesser person, or that you deserve this pain you’re going through.”

Whereas Hordak means well in his “you are not a failure” reassurance, but he still falls prey to this sense of “no, you are not flawed,” because he is still mired in the idea that flaws are a punishable offense. Eventually, as he grows and learns healthier behaviors, I expect that his reassurance will likewise shift to “your difficulties in understanding others do not give others the right to be cruel to you.” Which, I think, is a better message than “your difficulties in understanding others do not exist.”

Of course, ultimately, the idea both of them might grow into is that these “flaws” aren’t flaws at all, but are simply different ways of being. And thus need not be acknowledged as flaws in the first place. But I don’t think either of them are quite there yet (Entrapta is probably closer!) c:

I suppose. I think. I’m not sure if this comes across properly. Or if I’m assessing appropriately. I’m sure someone out there is better equipped to express this than I am, and I welcome their takes!

also do I have a post about this sort of thing already oh yes of course I do here it is

[vampireloverz]

I really like the yandere AFO who is like, above punishing you?? Not because he thinks he's "better" than you persay it's just that he finds everying you do cute and amusing. Anyone AFO is yandere for is his BIAS and he's fully aware of it but likes to indulge anyway? Platonic or romantic he'd try to "spoil" you and if you have a son at some point he'd be tickled if it was named after he's brother lol. You're def in a pickle if you only speak one language as it totally teases you with that.

wait wait waittttt afo and sukuna are like. the same type of yandere... above punishing you is the perfect way to put it ough !!!! above punishment + treating his obsession like a pet >>>>>>>>>> AND NAMING HIS KID AFTER HIS BROTHER HELP HE WOULD BHIFDNJO

[tartagla-archived]

ㅤㅤthere's something off , but they're not sure what it is . catching onto others emotions had never been their strong suit . they barley understood their own muted emotions , let alone those of someone else around them ... but they could tell . the energy had changed and they're curious as too why .

ㅤㅤ❛❛ duel you ... huh ? ❜❜

ㅤㅤthey go silent , knees being pulled up to their chest to give them a moment to rest their head as they thought . if they did lose , leaving wasn't that big of a deal persay . sure they might in trouble for leaving their subordinates behind to take care of the rest ... and another harbinger might be sent in to be a diplomat .

ㅤㅤwhich might mean punishments on their end unless they came up with a good enough excuse for why they had to leave so early on .

ㅤㅤon the other hand ...

ㅤㅤif they won they can ask questions , and they are curious about a few things now that they're in a better state of mind .

ㅤㅤ❛❛ alright , but i have one thing . , you have to give me time to talk to my subordinates . they are here for diplomatic reasons and technically its against my orders to leave them . so ill need to make up an excuse if i lose . ❜❜

ㅤㅤthey're not sure if he'll agree with that but they have to try . they really don't want to go through another punishment after liyue . with a sigh they push their self to stand - reaching up to tug the delusion out of their hair , brushing it back into place before throwing it off to the side .

ㅤㅤno need to risk using that .

ㅤㅤthen they turn to hold a hand out to him . ❛❛ deal ? ❜❜

While Kaeya may not be able to formally request the Fatui’s removal through the Ordo, he knows what he can certainly do instead, and that is make a bet with the Harbinger, whenever they manage to show up.

Still, as mentioned, Kaeya was very patient this time around. He weighed out his options, thought about what he could do in order to come out on top should Childe agree to his proposition. Not only that, but he also hopes to minimize damages to this ancient structure, as well as minimize any scolding he may receive from Lumine about this later.

At least this time it will be a mutual agreement rather than him backing the Harbinger into a corner.

Once Childe finally showed up, Kaeya felt them before he saw them.

He hadn’t passed them a glance as they sat down, simply rubbing one of his thumbs against the other’s thumb nail.

“Think what you want,” he responded, curt. “If you want to count this as your victory, then be my guest.” Kaeya took in a slow breath, the smell of the ocean mixing with the ozone permeating from Chile.

“However,” he turned his head to look at them, his gaze sharp, “I have an actual proposition. Duel me. If you win, you can have, ask, indulge in whatever you want without Mondstadt’s safety being risked. If I win, you will depart from Mondstadt immediately.”

[hops-hunny]

Bratty Girl.

Pairing: Ginny Weasley x slytherin!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.9k

Request: N/A

Summary: When (Y/n) goes a bit far at a quidditch after party, Ginny is more than glad to put her in her place.

Warnings: 18+ DNI IF YOURE A MINOR OR AGELESS ACOUNT YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, Full on smut, dom!Ginny, sub!Reader, daddy kink, light bondage, strap ons, swearing.

A/N:  Ginny definitely has a daddy kink and I will not be convinced otherwise. This was my first attempt at full on smut, so I’m sorry in advance. Let me know how you like it!

Ginny wouldn’t call herself a hothead persay, she described herself more as passionate. When she had kicked malfoy in the bollocks last week, it was simply passion! Sure, sometimes her “passion” was expressed in more..physical ways but it was passion nonetheless. Tonight was no exception to that rule. Ginny's face was in a scowl as she took a swig of the half empty bottle of fire whiskey in her hand. Her eyes were fixated in a straight line across the room where her lover was. (Y/n) stood there, giggling as Dean Thomas pulled her closer. God she was a minx, she lived up to the slytherin name well. Just as cunning as she was enticing.

This was a game she loved to play. She knew Ginny liked to keep up her reputation in public as the respectable but badass chick she was. Always seemingly unbothered by everything. Ginny would never do anything to stop her in public but after all the festivities were over, she’d drag the shorter girl off and have her way with her in (Y/n)’s dorm. But, tonight was different. Ginny was particularly bothered. Of all men she decided to flirt with, why did she choose that bloke? And two, she didn’t recall Dean leading the Gryffindor team into glory during quidditch today. Dean’s name wasn’t the one everyone was cheering and he certainly wouldn’t be the one experiencing the pleasure of hearing her moan his name tonight.

So, being fed up with Dean whispering into the girl’s ear, she took a large drink of fire whiskey before throwing it to someone as she walked over to the other side of the room, pushing anyone in her way. The familiar fiery red hair caught (Y/n)’s eyes as she smiled at her girlfriend. She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by Ginny’s lips. Ginny gripped at the girl’s face harshly as she engaged her in a rough but passionate kiss. The fire whiskey and chappedness of Ginny’s meeting the softness and peach gloss from the other girls. The redhead bit at her lover’s lip before pulling back, not releasing the grip she held on her face. She kissed up her neck, nibbling in her ear before whispering, “What do you think you’re doing, love? You must think you’re really funny, huh? You think Dean can kiss you like that?” Ginny could feel a smirk form on the girls face causing her to hover over her. She took in the girl’s appearance. She looked like absolute sex tonight. Blush covered cheeks and the now smudged gloss combined with that little red dress she knew Ginny loved. If she hadn’t a brain she’d take her here right now.

“I’m not sure what you mean, Gin. Or, should I say, daddy.” She said, looking up at the Weasley with those big, innocent eyes she loved to give her. Ginny growled slightly before picking up the Slytherin, throwing her over her shoulder. She kept a firm hand on her rear as she did, partly to keep her dress down and partly to make sure everyone knew who’s exactly she was.

Ginny threw the girl on the plush bed, beginning to unbuckle her belt. “When I turn around, you better be in nothing but your underwear and on your back for me. Do I make myself clear, love?” she asked, reaching into the drawer. When she heard no response, she looked over her shoulder making eye contact with the girl.

“Yes, I understand.” she responded, smiling at her softly. (Y/n) couldn’t wait for whatever Ginny had in store for tonight. She watched as Ginny’s eyes soften for a second meeting her smile before getting back into the dominant headspace she was in. The Gryffindor walked over to her lover, taking the belt she was wearing, tying the girl’s hands to the bed frame. The girl huffed slightly, tugging at the belt a bit as she glared up at Ginny. Ginny laughed slightly before pecking her lips.

“I have to give you some form of punishment. I can’t just let you get away with that little stunt you pulled earlier can I, dove?” she began to massage the girls body, caressing all over. She trailed her hands up her hips, squeezing slightly, rubbing them before bringing them up to her breast. She admired how beautiful they are, soft and smooth. Leaning down, she began to suck on the left one, swirling her tongue around it as she massaged at the right one, pinching the hard bud. (Y/n) gasped, moaning softly as she began to squirm. She went to tangle her hands in the mess of red hair, growing frustrated as the metal of the restraints made a clunking noise which reminded her of her position. She began to whine softly, wanting nothing more than to touch her lover. She yelped slightly as Ginny bit down on her nipple before blowing on it as he pulled away. “Patience darling, if you’re good maybe, just maybe daddy will give you what you want.” she said, placing a kiss on her forehead before trailing down right above the girl’s pussy. She stroked her thumb along it, wetness gathering on it through the thin material. She moved her mouth to grab the material, pulling them down with her teeth. The (e/c) girl gasped at the brief feeling of the sensation before settling again.

She parted the girls legs, throwing them over her shoulders. The Slytherin girl felt herself becoming antsy, the mere thought of the feeling of Ginny’s tongue was enough to get her going which didn’t go unnoticed. She continued to hover her face a few mere centimeters away from the girl’s soaked pussy. “You have the prettiest pussy darling. Y’know that? Hm?” she asked, the warmth of her breath mixing with the coolness of the dorm. It was almost too much to handle. She felt her brain short circuiting. She was knocked out of her haze as the brown eyed girl bit at her inner thigh. “It’s rude not to respond when spoken to, kitten. ‘Specially when it’s a compliment.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you who?”

“Thank you, daddy.”

That was all Ginny needed to hear, plunging a ringed finger into the girl as she sucked on her clit. She pumped it in and out at an agonizingly slow and steady pace as she licked and sucked. She used her other hand to hold down the girl’s hips as she couldn’t sit still. The alcohol they consumed earlier just added to their arousal. Ginny added another finger, speeding up slightly and going deeper. (Y/n) moaned louder, a chorus of “daddy”s and “more more more!” falling from her lips as she tried to buck her hips unsuccessfully. The constant pleasure being sent to her arousal was too much as she began to clench around Ginny’s fingers. She looked down at her whimpering.

“Go ahead baby, cum for daddy.” She says, smirking before going back to work with her tongue. (Y/n) creamed on her face, crying out as Ginny continued to fuck her through her orgasm, licking up the flow of juices as the beautiful girl continued to climax. “What a dirty girl you are cumming for me like that, dove.” she stood up, the girls eye following her as she opened the bottle of lube. It was then she noticed she had it on. Ginny rarely bought out it, usually opting for other things. This is how the Slytherin realized she was definitely in trouble tonight. Her eyes followed as Ginny lubed up the girthy blue strap.

Ginny laughed slightly at the girl’s agape mouth. “Baby, if you stare any harder I’m afraid you’ll go blind.” She said, leaning down to stroke the girl’s cheek. (Y/n) leaned into the touch, staring up at her as she batted her eyes cutely. Ginny gripped at her cheeks harder. “Being cute isn’t going to get you out of this darling, I’m not untying you. A brat like you doesn’t deserve to touch me.” she patted the girl’s face before hovering over her. She began to rub the tip against her, gathering her slick along it. She would’ve definitely slid into her sooner but, the smaller girl kept bucking her hips prompting Ginny to pull away each time she did. “Hmm, I’m feeling generous. Maybe if you beg me I’ll fill you up.” she said, looking down at the girl. (Y/n) began to mutter softly. “I can’t hear you princess, speak up. You had no problem doing so to Dean earlier.”

“Please, oh please put it in! I wanna feel you deep inside of me! Please daddy, I’ll be so good for you?” she begged, eyes filled with tears of desperation. Her brain was clouded, the only thought she could form was Ginny pounding her with that bloody strap of hers. Ginny rested one hand beside the girl’s head, the other guiding the strap to her hole. Once aligned with it, she rammed it inside using her now free hand to choke the brat beneath her. They both moaned in harmony. (Y/n) felt so good, Ginny deep inside of her, pounding her to oblivion. Ginny moved, stretching the girls legs to rest near her head. She concentrated on the masterpiece below her. Eyes closed, beads of sweat dripping from her face as her hair stuck to the pillow. Her mouth in a constant ‘o’ shape. Her moans and whimpers were music to her ears, fueling her to continue going. Ginny’s grip on the girl’s throat tightened as she continued to pound her.

“Who’s the only one who can give it to you this good honey, hm? You think Dean would’ve been able to fuck you like this? I don’t fucking think so. My pretty baby, so dicked out just for me.” Ginny said, (Y/n) blubbering gibberish in response. She chuckled, smirking at her a bit. She reached a hand down, rubbing her clit with her thumb. “Are you close again baby? Use your words.” she asked, applying more pressure.

“Y-yes! So close for you, Gin! So close. Don’t stop! Feels good! S-s-soo good!” she gasped out. Her eyes widened before closing tight as she climaxed for the second time. Her back arched from the bed as she clenched around the toy. Ginny softly caressed the girls hips, thrusting a few more times before pulling out slowly, placing a kiss right above her mound. (Y/n) was out of it, breathing heavily as her eyes fluttered closed. She was absolutely exhausted.

When she opened her eyes again, Ginny was gently cleaning her off. She worked the warm rag, making sure to not overstimulate the girl more than she already was as she placed soft kisses along her body. She stood up, handing the girl a glass of water as she sat besides her. The Slytherin gladly accepted it, not even realizing how sore her throat was. Ginny admired her, petting her head softly. Somehow even all fucked out, she was still the most angelic looking woman she had ever seen. The redhead pulled the girl into her side. “I love you so much (Y/n), yknow that? I’m so lucky to have you.” she said softly, the girl responded with a small ‘mhm’ as she was too tired to respond.

As (Y/n) slowly drifted to sleep, the only thing she could think was, ‘Dean did a good job, I better not forget to buy him that butter beer I owe him for this.’

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