#please give us more weird girl representation

[paranormaljones]

the last couple years have truly been a Weird Girl On Screen Renaissance and i am so thriving in it. we got Vanessa Shelly, weirdass cop who wants to dance with an insomniac and later throws his sleep meds in the river and is the daughter of William Afton. we got Lucy MacLean, former Vault dweller who's off on her own little quest and somehow manages to be uniquely unhinged in the already off-the-rails world that is Fallout. we got Lucy Carlyle, who is admittedly less weird on the outside but when you actually get to know her inner monologue it's clear that she's just perfectly weird as all teenage girls should be. oh and one of her best friends is a haunted skull.

i love you weird girls in popular media. i love you so much.

[starkwlkr]

just a girl | f1

an: this is me asking for your letterboxd pls i need letterboxd mutuals 🤭 my account is deadpunks also made the reader have glasses because we need more glasses representation in fanfics 😔 (to the girlies that wear glasses, this is for you!!!)

Las Vegas Grand Prix Weekend

“What movie did I watch?” Y/n read the comment that a fan left on her instagram live. She adjusted her glasses and smiled. “I just finished ‘Drop Dead Gorgeous’ it’s so underrated. The cast is so iconic like you have Kirsten Dunst, Brittany Murphy, Denise Richards, Amy Adams and Allison Janney in one movie. It’s definitely in my top four.”

It was hours after qualifying and Y/n was exhausted, but all she wanted to do was finish watching her movie. Unfortunately for her, the movie she had just named wasn’t anywhere on streaming so she brought her portable dvd player and a stack of dvds. When Lando saw her watching a movie and crocheting a scarf for herself in her garage, he laughed at the scene. He actually found it adorable.

“What’s my letterboxd? Okay, listen. . . I don’t give it out to just anyone so this is between you lovely people and me, okay? My letterboxd is ilovecillianmurphy420 and please follow me, I am desperate,” Y/n laughed. She then took her phone and saw all the new follower notifications from letterboxd. “I’m going to ask the social media admin to ask everyone on the grid for their four favorites. Lando is definitely going to name animated movies. That or he’ll forget what a movie is and say nothing.”

What’s your four favorites?

“Whoever your asked for my four favorites, I’m blocking you. How dare you ask me that question . . . Paddington 1 and 2, Saw and Mamma Mia. I know I said drop dead gorgeous was in my top four, but I lie all the time.”

The next day, her letterboxd account had become the second most followed account.

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After The Race / Interviews

Y/n hated being interviewed, it was the absolute worst thing on earth. No wait, forgetting her AirPods was the worst thing, but interviews were right behind that. She was exhausted and now she had to deal with reporters asking her what she thought about the championship battle.

Her fingers brushed the strap of her cap nervously as the interviewer’s voice cut through her anxiety.

“Y/n, P7 today—solid result. How are you feeling?" The reporter asked.

Y/n blinked, her eyes flicking around as she tried to process the question, and then her gaze landed on her own shoes. She cleared her throat awkwardly, looking up only to meet the camera for a brief, uncomfortable moment.

“Uh, yeah. It, uh . . . it was. . . good. I mean . . . yeah, I’m happy with it, I guess," she mumbled, her voice faltering.

The reporter smiled kindly, already used to the shy responses. “What do you think made the difference here in Vegas?" He waited patiently for Y/n’s answer.

Y/n’s lips parted as she prepared an answer, but the words tangled up in her brain. She shifted from foot to foot, adjusting her grip on the cap. Fuck, why can’t you think of anything?!, she thought to herself. “Uh . . . I don’t know . . . it’s just . . . uh, a little . . . weird, with all the lights and, you know, the . . . Strip, and, um . . .” Her voice trailed off.

The interviewer gave her a soft chuckle, understanding that Y/n’s awkwardness wasn’t lack of confidence, but rather a product of her introverted nature. Before the interview could go on, two figures appeared behind Y/n.

Oscar had cut in, Y/n’s pair of glasses in his hand. He placed a hand on her shoulder and handed the glasses to her while Lando ruffled her hair. She happily accepted them and placed them on her face.

“Alright, alright,” he said with a grin, his voice gentle but firm. “You’ve tortured her enough, mate.”

Y/n let out a relieved sigh as she turned to Oscar, who gave her a small, reassuring smile. “You’re doing great, really,” he said quietly, his tone meant to ease her nerves.

Lando then spoke up. “Are we done with the interrogation? She's literally about to disappear into her own head if we keep this up."

The reporter chuckled. “I was just asking Y/n about her performance today.”

Y/n hadn’t even noticed that she had completely abandoned the interview. She had started doodling on Oscar’s hand. The Aussie had given her the pen he had used from a fan when he was signing autographs. It was their thing. Whenever she would get nervous and Oscar was around, he would let her draw on his hand. Somehow the hand doodles calmed her.

“Right, Y/n?”

That’s when she picked up her head and noticed Lando was staring at her. “Sorry, what?”

“The race,” Lando reminded her. “She was brilliant out there. Absolutely nailed it.” Y/n didn’t have the words to argue. Instead, she ducked her head, feeling both embarrassed and grateful.

The three drivers said their goodbye to the reporter and walked away. Lando threw an arm over Y/n’s shoulder, grinning. “You know, for someone who hates interviews, you’ve got a hell of a lot to say . . . just not when it’s on camera.”

Y/n’s lips twitched into a small smile, and she felt a brief wave of gratitude for her friends’ protective camaraderie. She glanced at Oscar, who gave her a knowing nod, his usual quiet confidence offering her a sense of calm.

“You guys are unbelievable.” Y/n laughed lightly.

“Yeah well you’re the idiot who’s going to have to deal with us.” Lando replied.

“Unfortunately.” She teased.

“The idiot with the crocheting skills and silly little film reviews that are very popular on the box app.” Lando added.

“What?” Y/n stopped walking and stared at Lando. She looked over at Oscar for an answer, but the Aussie just shrugged his shoulders.

“I do believe our dear Y/n wants a hot priest?” Lando teased, bringing up Y/n’s lastest letterboxd review about Fleabag. “That’s a bit scandalous, don’t you think?”

“Hot priest?” Oscar couldn’t believe Lando had just said those two words together.

“You two don’t get it! Come on, we’re watching Fleabag!”

[lullabyes22-blog]

Dropping in just to tell you how much I LOVE your Sevika x Silco portrayal. I never considered Sevilco a ship before reading your fics but you make them work so well, and I really like that you gave Sevika so much more backstory and character development. As a desi girl, I also appreciate your Sevika giving us desi rep and making it so relatable and believable. The kavya, the payasam, the bidi, I can feel her being desi on my skin, lol.

And for Silco, you make him such a hot bastard, it's unbelievable.

As someone who's a huge Grishaverse fan, they're giving Kaz x Inej vibes. I think you mentioned reading Six of Crows so I believe you're familiar with the duo, but I can really see similarities between Kaz and Silco. They're both badass villains, they're both dark and twisted and have done questionable things, they both have an intense obsession with destroying a rich and corrupt society and replacing it with something better. Also Inej and Sevika are both poc women who can kick ass and they both have a complicated relationship with the men they love. I love Kaz and Inej to death but if they were a little darker and older, they could totally be Silco and Sevika.

I'm sorry, I'm rambling, but I wanted to share. Keep up the amazing writing! I hope you write a lot more Sevilco fics. You've become one of my favorite Arcane authors, and I look forward to your updates.

Thank you so much<333

I'm so glad you're enjoying Sevika and Silco content. They've been a weird 'sleeper hit' with certain pockets of the fandom (and horrified a few others) and I'm really happy the ship's being considered as a viable option.

I really did want to try and give Sevika a bit more depth re: her family, motivations and flaws, simply because there's so much (justifiable) thirst for her character as a hot mama, and plenty of 'yas queen'ing everytime she does something terrible - but not a lot of consideration for the human, complex, flawed person behind the muscle, and why she'd choose to throw in her lot with Silco and stake everything on Zaun.

I'm also so pleased the representation feels authentic - I'm basing Zaun on RL Manchester in some ways, and Queens NYC in others - both of which are very diverse, with a huge South Asian presence. If FnF was taking place IRL, Silco would've been a no-good-bounding English boy of working-class immigrant parents (probs half-French, half-German) growing up with his best friend Vander (also of German descent with a little Greek thrown in) and Sevika and Nandi would've hailed from the nearby South Indian community, all set in the 1980s. The boy would've known his way around a good plate of biryani, though I doubt Nandi would've let him within 100m of her kitchen, let alone into her bed.

Sevika, on the other hand, would've hung out with him aaaaaall the time, just so she could bum his cigarettes and booze, and snog questionable girls behind the local pub.

(He would've paid her a tenner so he could watch her and her mate snog at his twenty-fifth birthday party. She'd have agreed, and maybe tried to goad him into joining in…)

Roflmao I do remember reading SoC, but it was very long ago, and I was a bit old for the 'young adult' genre by then. I did enjoy Kaz x Inej, although the dynamics would be somewhat different, and in many ways, far less toxic: none of this 'let the monster out' nonsense as Inej wants Kaz to be a better person, not a more ruthless one.

But really, all things aside, this is all I can think of whenever I see the comparison made:

Also we fuck. A lot.

Thank you so much, and I'm very happy you're enjoying the story<333

[spookykoolkat]

the red j.m. | chapter four

CHAPTER FOUR: NO GOOD

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pairings: older!joel miller x plus sized!younger!reader

chapter summary: you've been in jackson for a month now and things are still a little rough. you haven't found the right crowd to fit into yet, and thought maybe you might have to settle for the family of four you already know, until you meet your patrol partner, tyler. unfortunately, joel doesn't seem to like the idea of you with any other man but him.

warnings: 18+ age gap (joel is 57, reader is turning 26), inappropriate thoughts, sexual language, teasing, touching, slight jealous!joel, x-rated descriptions, crude language, perv!joel, creepy!joel, mean joel not too mean tho, MDNI!!!

wc: 6.2k

na: HI! thank you for alllll of the love oh my god my little gothic heart is so full i love you guys!!! i hope this series is everything and more to you guys bc i love this so much! hopefully as chapters go by, i get better in my writing and hope everyone enjoys it! i appreciate all of your kind words and interactions with me and making me feel welcome since i am new to writing on tumblr and kind of took a six year break from writing oneshots/fanfictions LOL. anyways please enjoy this chapter things are g3tting a little hot and heavy :P I CANT WAITT i hope that my writing is cathartic for my big girls we do not get enough representation for us in stories and writings!please enjoy! smut coming soon fr fr LMFAOO

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DECEMBER 21ST, 2024

YOU

you’ve been in jackson for a month now. you couldn’t believe it, you truly had every doubt about staying even a week. but, it’s probably the calmest life you’ve lived in a very long time. you enjoyed it and you truly felt you’d made the right decision, it didn’t take much convincing either. but, you still haven’t unpacked the items maria gave you and continues to give you. just in case. 

the neighbors are learning your name, as you are with them, and they actually care. as much as you let them. you felt quite bad because you found yourself still not clicking with anyone around you. and you’ve tried. the people your age find you boring, almost a dark cloud over them, bursting their bubbles. younger kids only approach you because of ellie, asking for advice on stance and grip. the older group, around tommy and joel’s age, finds you a bit much. 

your language, your lack of social awareness–sometimes it gets embarrassing. saying something old heads wouldn’t necessarily like, being too blunt and a little explicit. joel figured you should hang around your age group, yet you didn’t really click in with the rest. he was far from embarrassed being around you, you just said the things he was thinking out loud.

you only found yourself clicking with joel. in many ways, as much as he let you. he was standoffish most of the time, barely cracking a smile at your weird habits and the noises you make when you’re passed out on the couch. he refused to let you break him, this wall that he had up to survive. do not get attached. he thought, maybe the less he knew you the less it’d hurt to have anything happen to you. but it seems even as little as he does know you, he’s still feeling that tug at his heart laying his eyes on you. 

it was too late. whoops.

joel doesn’t want to address that feeling, and he doesn’t want to call it as it is. he actually cares about you. he had no choice but to call it that, because why else would he lie to you about finding cassettes in the house?— so that you didn’t know what he really did to get you whatever he could get his hands on. 

he didn’t want you to know that he actually smuggled in goods that he and his family needed, and while bribing, stealing, trading and selling for necessities, he made it a mission to find at least one cassette tape for you. he didn’t know you actually saw him red handed, and you still didn’t know where those boxes were coming from. he figured if you knew, you’d bring it up. 

he made it his mission for two whole weeks, after your first week of staying with him, and finally got his hands on some actual music for you. joel hadn’t made efforts like this in a long time, and he knew that denying the fact that he at least cared for you would mean he was being delusional. 

but he was always worried about you. you were his object of affection and he craved to find a way to get you out of his mind. he actually felt guilty for thinking about you in ways you’ve probably never been before, he felt guilty for wanting nothing but to make you feel good—however that was. 

you doubted it strongly of course, shaking the feeling off as your own delusion and insanity, but you always hoped. hoped that maybe his generosity and southern hospitality was actually him caring about you in a different way, but he was a grown man. you tried to off yourself in front of him–you were insane to think he’d even look at you as anything but a liability, he hardly looked your way as it was. 

at least you thought so.

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joel paid attention to every single thing he sees and hears. he doesn’t show it, he doesn’t acknowledge it—all he does is observe. some more than others. 

you didn’t talk to him unless he talked to you, you kept your distance like he wanted, but somehow he knew everything that was going on. he didn’t have to talk to you to know you, and that’s what he was ashamed of. he watched you. 

he was a creep, he felt like someone who was abnormal and making things weirder than they had to be. he was studying you and you didn’t even know. he picked up on what made you smile, which cassettes you listened to the most, which just so happened to be the ones he was ‘holding on to.’ and in the midst of observing you, he checked you out any time he got. 

when you weren’t looking mostly, but even sometimes when you were talking to him about something not so important. he realized that if you did see that his eyes wandered over you, you were probably gaslighting yourself into thinking he wasn’t doing exactly what you thought he was doing. he loved your body. and he loved the way you dressed your body, the way the shirts you wore always clung to your heavy breasts, how even when you dressed in baggy clothes he still wanted to ruin you like that. 

sick. you’re a sick old pervert, ya kno’ that? he knew. what joel didn’t know is why you made him feel this way, why you drove him to do the things that he does for you. why he acted feral every time you bent over, why he would storm out of the room when you got on your hands and knees to pick something you dropped up off the floor. 

but he also studied you because he wanted to make sure you weren’t feeling how you felt the night you woke up in jackson, to make sure you weren’t feeling depressed or like you didn’t want to be here anymore. just talk to her fucker. he couldn’t. he would never admit it, but he’s eavesdropped near ellie’s garage to hear conversations between the two girls. 

“ellie, i mean it, you cannot tell joel.” you hushed as you glanced towards the door, back to ellie. 

she scoffed. “like i’d tell him, lay it on me.” you noticed the irritation in her eyes when you brought up joel, asking yourself if maybe there was something that wasn’t being said. you just put a pin in it. 

“okay. one, i’m finally allowed a gun and i got my patrol route.” you cheered in a hush and joel almost pressed his ear into the door. 

ellie rolled her eyes, grabbing the piece of paper. “no fucking fair. good looks, telling me bad news first. what’s two?” she joked. 

“i met my patrol partner. his name’s uh, tyler? i think. yeah,” you looked down and nodded, assuring yourself. joel made it a note to tell ellie how thin her walls were, not right now though. 

“tyler… tyler m?” joel thought of every man in this town named tyler with the letter M as his last name. instantly made a mental list of five tylers. 

“i don’t know. but he asked me for a drink. tonight, he was gonna meet me here but i told him i’d meet him there. lesson number 5, always have a way to leave anywhere you are if you need to.” you said. you figured it’d be best to teach her as much as you could, telling her things she needed to hear to survive. 

that’s how joel knew immediately what was happening when he heard your soft singing from your cracked door. you were getting ready for him. he actually hated it. he couldn’t remember the last time he felt that heat in his chest, biting the tongue—it wasn’t until his face turned down into the old familiar feeling, what he recognized as jealousy. 

who was he to be jealous? for what? it was a saturday night, most people were off of work, and everyone was settling in the town’s circle to drink and watch movies. everyone but joel. he was now classified as a bitter old man, with a dark whiskey in his glass. maybe now a bitter, creepy old man as he knocks slightly on the cracked door and you invite him in. 

you were fixing the laces on your shoes, simple black converse, and his eyes made his way up from there to your face. a deep v neck shirt that looked like a second skin from how tight it was, and faded black jeans with tiny holes from being lived in that hugged the fat of your thighs. he never noticed the gold dainty necklace that sat in the middle of your chest, but it sits right between the curves of your breasts. were they always that big? he felt like a kid, ogling and asking stupid questions.  

“hellooo? joel?” you called to him as you rested your palms on the width of your thighs. he saw your lips, coated in a sheen and your hair split down the middle instead of being in a pony tail or bun. creepy old man. you’re being creepy joel!!! he shook his head. 

“headin’ to the circle?” he asked. if he were close enough you could smell the whiskey on his breath. 

“yeah i-,” you thought for a minute. joel didn’t trust the next person as much as you did. you saw his protectiveness through ellie, you felt maybe he’d feel the same for you. even if you were a bit delusional. 

“-was gonna catch a movie with ellie, most likely be back around 12.” you said as you glanced at the clock, 9:32. 

“‘s that right?” he said suggestively, like he knew something you didn’t. he did. 

“yeah. that’s right,” you stood firm, even shot him a dirty look. “why don’t you enjoy the night, joel. you got the house to yourself, ain’t that what you’ve been mopin’ around for?” you stood up and grabbed your gun to put in your waistband behind your shirt, sticking a knife in your high top converse and one in your jean pocket. 

maybe you got too defensive, but you were right in a way. he looked miserable around the house, storming in just to grab a beer and lock himself in the library or room. 

“that’s right,” he was just smug. so smug you couldn’t stand it, you wanted to slap him. 

“whatever joel,” you wanted to be right so bad. you wanted to prove to even yourself that you were right. but neither of you were buying into this act you played, and you knew it. he was making you nervous with his stare, the hard shell you had was practically ripped off of you when he grabbed your wrist before you left the room. he held you, shoulder to shoulder and looked at your face, down your neck and to your chest. 

“if you need anythin’, you let me know darlin’.” darlin’? it was so foreign to you, so alien that you didn’t even have time to process it before your mouth moved to say a small alright and taking your arm from his grip. when you did, it was cold and you could feel the print of his hand around your wrist down the stairs. 

it was so different, something that leaked off of his words when he spoke to you. and you wanted to hear more of it, explore that with him. 

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before you could psych yourself out of going through the bar’s doors, you heard someone call for your name and turned your head to the left to see tyler, walking towards you with a big grin on his face. tyler was just two years older than you, someone you met while you were in combat and patrol classes, and didn’t acknowledge until he approached you, re-introducing himself as your partner for the first two weeks. you couldn’t be cold and shoo him away, you just smiled and introduced yourself, really looking at him. 

he was not joel miller. tyler’s skin wasn’t as tan as joel’s but he wasn’t pale, and he was actually a bit lanky even under the thick coats he layered. you noticed that his chest wasn’t as broad and strong as joel’s, hell his arms were smaller than yours. he was a skinny tall thing, while you were a bit short and thick everywhere. and when he embraced you lightly at the entrance of the bar, you just felt cold. no warmth, no comfort, you felt like you’d break him. 

“hey, i was hoping you’d actually come.” he breathed in as he pulled away, still, it wasn’t feeling right. 

“why wouldn’t i?” 

“cause you’re out of my league,” he said with a seductive smile and you wanted to believe him. wanted to enjoy the night as it comes and maybe have a few drinks, talk. but your mind was on a bitter man who sat in a house all by his lonesome. 

the thing about ‘dates’ now is that small talk doesn’t happen anymore. what’s your mom like? she’s dead actually. really? mine too! it was pointless. if you ended up here, you knew that you were alone. 

it wasn’t long before you and tyler were sitting on two stools, side by side. your knees were in between his as the two of you talked, flirted, gave simple touches. you were having fun. doing what would seem normal at a bar, just enjoying the company of someone who actually liked you. 

“how come you’ve never hung out with anyone else? i never see you with anyone.” he said, his fingers tapping on your knee. 

“mmm, i’m just not for everyone.” you flirted, covering his fingers with yours. you knew this wasn’t going anywhere, but you’d like to live in it just a little longer. the touch of a man, someone who desired you even if it wasn’t how you wanted. something you started to crave from joel. 

“maybe you’re just for me then?” he suggested, and you decided to just play into it. it was kind of hard not to when you were thinking of joel, you needed to act out on it. 

“i doubt that, honey,” you said, tugging at the collar of his shirt. he smelled like tequila and grass, something not that appealing but you ignore it. you wanted something out of him tonight, because for some reason the words joel spoke to you kept ringing in your ears. if you need anything, you let me know darlin’. the words rumbled through your body and straight to your core, because if there’s anything you need he could definitely be of help. 

you didn’t know how long you stayed at this bar, teasing and touching each other until you felt the ache in your core, aching for a touch that you’ve had once before. but you didn’t give a shit about purity or virginity, you wanted the ache gone and you knew tyler was the best bet. 

“tyler,” you whispered in his ear as the bar started to empty. 

“yes, beautiful?” he answered and slid his hand up your thigh. 

“show me how good you are with your fingers, yeah?” 

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he followed you back to joel’s, hand in hand as you turned the key to the house and softly opened the door to prevent the creaking. granted, you didn’t think this through, like everything else. maybe you should’ve gone to his. you cringed a bit, walking inside. 

it was dark inside, nothing but the sizzle of a freshly put out fire. you put your fingers to your lips to shush him, taking him slowly upstairs and to your room. you couldn’t help but find yourself glancing at joel’s door, which is cracked open. 

you finally made it to your room with the lanky man groping your body and trying to slither you out of your jeans, letting him. 

“only want your fingers, okay? if not you can leave.” you established as you stood in your panties and tight shirt. 

“fuck, yeah that’s okay,” tyler himself was craving a woman’s touch, he didn’t even care if he got off. he just wanted to see you, a woman’s body, to feel you. 

“can i touch you? like anywhere?” he asked as he sat on the edge of your bed, his cock already hardened against his pants. it didn’t sound right coming from him. you wondered what it’d sound like with the texas twang you craved to hear from a certain man. 

it still made your core twinge a bit, remembering the last time you were this vulnerable. you couldn’t lie, even if it wasn’t what you wanted, you fell in to the odd touch of the man desperately trying to touch you. 

“anywhere. keep your dick in your pants, i’ll touch as i go if you want me to.” you moved over to him and crawled into your bed, and he slipped in next to you as he propped himself on his elbow to look at you. 

“you’re so pretty, really.” he said, genuinely and you smiled. your stomach even fluttered a bit. it’s been a long time hearing that, hearing desire. 

“touch me, please.” 

tyler took his time, a little more than you’d liked but he was busy distracted with the way your tits pushed up to your chin, like you were suffocating. touching and teasing, his touch felt good but it still didn’t feel right, it didn’t feel heartstopping. maybe you’re expecting too much. 

but he didn’t talk to you when he dipped his hand in your panties, you just heard his whimpers and panting as he rutted his hard on into the side of your fat thigh, barely focused on you. you weren’t feeling it anymore, your wetness wasn’t even directed towards him really. everything you did with him was what you wanted to do with joel. you weren’t interested anymore and it started to feel wrong, it never felt good because tyler wasn’t worried about you. just his nut, and you didn’t like that. you didn’t like to feel used. 

“okay, wait, wait—i said wait!” you said and grabbed his wrist, pulling it from your panties and moving off of the bed. 

“wait, fuck i’m sorry, i was just so, fuck i’m so sorry.” he said a bit loudly, and you swore you heard a creak in the hallway as you moved to the door. 

“it’s okay, i just, i’m not–i’m tired. i think you should go.” you said, hugging your arm as he adjusted himself in his pants and got up. 

“i’m sorry, i,-” he tried again and you waved him off. 

“it’s done and forgotten, you didn’t do anything you were just really into it. i wasn’t.” you were careful with your words, not as tough as you would be because you’re vulnerable. but he wouldn’t get far if he hurt you, you knew that. 

“i’m sorry, goodnight. can we kind of like, forget this?” he asked rubbing the back of his neck and you softly laughed. 

“forget what?” you smiled and he returned it, giving a small kiss on the cheek before he left. he was a nice man, a good kid, and he meant no harm. he didn’t need a ruthless beating or yelling, just needed to tell him it wasn’t meant to be. you couldn’t shake the feeling of how wrong it was, how wrong it felt being tyler touching you. 

you knew who you wanted to touch you. as sweet and kind and charming tyler was, he wasn’t what you wanted. the man you wanted was across the hall from you, on the other side of the stairs. sleeping, maybe. 

you knew ellie was at a friends house doing only god knows what, so with the hope in mind that joel was asleep in his room, you trotted downstairs braless, and bottomless. you were still in the same tight shirt you left in, but now just in the pink panties that were apart of the gifts maria got you. just new/traded clothing you needed. the shirt hugged you and cut off at the dip of your curve, the fat of your tummy slightly protruding between the shirt and your panties. 

you didn’t look towards the fireplace where the sofas were, instead you grab a small cup and let faucet water pour into it, taking a drink. 

“work up a sweat?” a deep southern voice said behind you, from a distance. you jumped at the sudden break of silence and turned quickly to the sofas. 

“joel? what the fuck,” you breathed and stepped out to walk to the sofas. somehow, you completely disregarded the fact that all you had on was a shirt and panties, standing in joel miller’s living room. 

“what made you think it was a bright idea to invite a bastard in my home like that? not only that,” he said. you finally saw the light from outside shining on his face as he stood up, something glimmering in his hand. a gun. “but letting him touch all over you? that prick?” 

you had a lot to say, a lot to yell out. but the only thing to say was a snarky comment. “you know he called you the same thing.” 

which, he did. but you were too drunk on the flirting and drinks to care or to know why, even though you already knew. joel wasn’t nice to anyone but ellie. tommy and maria even think he’s an asshole, but that’s tommy’s brother and maria’s brother in law. he’s family. but there were things that you didn’t know about joel miller. things he didn’t want you to know either. 

“why do you even care? who’s touching me, i mean.” you scoff, feeling less embarrassed about your state of clothing. but being a lot more aware as he steps closer and closer to your curvy figure, putting his gun in the waistband of his sweatpants. 

he was intimidating like this. towering over you with his fists clenched, searching your face for something. you felt your heartbeat pick up as his eyes raked over you and fell on your lips. he was drunk off of you, the sight of your fat cunt only being clothed by a single piece of fabric drove him to dig his nails in his palms. the nakedness of your thighs, and the midriff showing—it was going to kill him.

“if you’re gonna fuck these town folk, make sure it ain’t in my house.” he spit, and you just rolled your eyes. you felt like you were in trouble for sneaking out, like a teenager. 

“i didn’t fuck anyone. we didn’t do anything. he wanted to, i didn’t.” you defended, feeling small now but still holding yourself tall.

joel just looked at you, not wondering if you were lying or not. he knew you weren’t, he heard it himself the minute he heard something bang against your wall. it was just you shuffling to get up, and he heard you consoling him. you weren’t satisfied. 

“why’d you lie to me? bout’ seein’ him tonight?” he asked, your head tilted up to his as he steps one step closer. your chest is almost touch his, and your breathing was getting heavier. 

“figured you wouldn’t trust him,” you said, sounding like you wanted to say something else but keeping it to yourself. 

he was watching you like you were his prey. like you were something he wanted to take and devour for himself, like you were something for his eyes only. 

“smart girl,” 

“he touch you wrong?” he couldn’t help but ask, the curiosity killing him slowly as time passes with you standing in front of him with your tight pink panties on. he looked down between the two of you and saw the hardened pebbles that were your nipples showing up through your black tight shirt, down to your tummy that was pressed against his. he liked the softness of your belly, he was practically dying to grip it himself. he wanted to grip every part of you, to palm your pussy and feel how warm you were in his grip. he even found himself hating his own mind as thought of what your pussy would look like sucking him in. 

“i, he,” you were stuttering, embarrassing yourself as his hand trailed up your arm, thinking of all the ways he could watch you take his cock for him. 

you watched him watch you. how his eyes went dark again, how there was a slight touch of possessiveness in his voice. you didn’t assume though.

“can’t find the words, hm? he wasn’t makin’ you feel good?” he asked softly, watching as you closed your eyes and breathed through your mouth, opening again to see a small grin playing on his lips, his head tilted to the side. his fingers barely left your wrist, and made their way to your fleshy hip, tapping against the bare skin. he was enjoying this. making you squirm. making you nervous. 

“fuck off, joel,” you meant it to come out a lot stronger than it did, even you thought you sounded needy. “s’ none of your damn business,” you spit, stronger this time.

and before you could even wallow in your retorts, a smile tugged very faintly at his lips. you weren’t so convincing when you were practically trying to pull him to your body with your fists buried in his sweater. he appreciated the effort though, he's never met someone with as much bite in their bark as you.

he just liked to watch you writhe for him. you wanted to whine with how eager you were for him, how mean he was being to you for no reason. you needed him.

“it’s like you’re not even tryin’, what’s the matter? do i make you nervous sweetheart?” he gleamed in his power over you, the way your eyes searched for him and your mouth parted, just for him. he wanted to ruin you in every way. ruin every man for you, show you how to truly be taken care of.

"go fuck yourself," you retorted and he actually laughed. and he laughed at you. a sudden heat rushed to your cheeks, embarrassment filling you.

“i didn’t tell you but,” he paused as he leaned into your ear, grazing his cheek against yours and smiling to himself, “you looked real pretty today, ya know that? you look even prettier like this, all flustered for me.” 

you had to be dreaming. had to have gone to sleep after tyler left, and this was your wet dream making up for it. there was no way you were this exposed to joel and he was practically pressed up against your body as he told you how pretty you looked. you couldn’t speak, your tongue was tied and joel smiled to himself as he realized he got you to shut up.

“would ya let me touch you, sweet girl? maybe you'd be nicer if someone knew how to touch you,” he asked, his fingers playing on your hip. 

you still couldn’t answer. it felt like a trap, like if you let yourself give in to his words, every guard you put up was pointless. you were frozen, and suddenly felt insanely vulnerable but his voice was so inviting, so impossible to not fall into.

“touch me where?” you asked, treading lightly. you wanted to hear it, you wanted him to tell you he wanted you as bad as you wanted him. you wanted to prove to yourself that you hadn't lost your mind yet. but you also wanted to stretch whatever this was as long as possible before you find yourself on your knees for him without even asking.

joel felt like he was out of his body. like he was watching you squirm and move under his presence from above. he was so distracted by how hard your nipples were rubbing against him that he didn’t even notice your fists balled into his shirt, trying to take him in closer. maybe it was the alcohol he drank to ignore the jealousy he felt, or maybe it was the fact that tommy came to tell joel about the boy you were seeing. how the two of you were practically on top of each other before he left, how he was touching you in public–he was angry. 

nothing was done, nothing more than joel grabbing your almost bare hip and you tugging on his shirt, but it still felt like something that was crossing a line. a line you wanted to cross.

until he got the courage to grab the hand that was buried in his sweater, taking it in his own and touching you with your hand. he was answering your question. his hand ghosted on top of yours as his eyes watched your eyes train on the sight between the two of the bodies, enjoying how soft and pink you look. you were hot and bothered, and he could get used to seeing you like this. 

“first place i’d touch you, baby,” he breathes, his lips practically against your cheek now. he was breathing you in, drinking you in, “is right here,” 

his hand guided you to cup your mound, angry that it wasn’t his hand touching you. your breath was shaky while you watched him, your eyes flickering from his moving hand to his eyes, and every time he made sure your eyes latched onto his. he wanted you to know how much he was enjoying teasing you like this, he wanted you to remember the way he looked at you while you panted against him. 

“but like this, lemme show you ‘xactly how i’d touch you sweetheart,” he was lost, drunken only on you, ignoring the world around him. “don’t think that boy would be enough for a woman like you, ain’t that right?"

he took his own hand as you were still pressed against his front, his lips now teasing the skin of the crook of your neck and starting to pull your panties away from your skin to dip his hand inside. your breathing was uneven and your soft whimpers were getting louder the more he trailed down into your underwear, and he was loving them.

the second he felt the scruff of your unshaved mound, he heard you release a shaky, sexy breath, and he grew harder against your bare abdomen. even feeling the heat of your skin on his clothed cock made him want to get on his knees and worship you.

"needy little fuckin' thing, that desperate for me huh? you gonna let me feel this pretty pussy how i want?"

he was so fucking filthy. so filthy for someone who hasn't even seen you naked, so filthy for someone who didn't even talk to you before this. it was agonizing, you were melting into his harsh words and wanted to listen to him make you feel small like this all night.

"joel, i swear," you warned as his breath hit your lips with his eyes on yours.

you had a bush, he thought to himself. he really didn’t think that would turn him on of course,  but now he pictured you standing in front of him, bottomless. how your belly would look with your curves, the way your breasts would rest at their natural position, your thighs fat and wide all for him, and the pretty fat mound waiting for him to feel and taste. worst time to think all of that of course, because it sent a flood of blood and excitement to his groin, giving him another thing to be nervous about. but god did he want to see it, see all of you laid in his bed, and tugging on the thatch of hair on your mound. he was fucked.

and god forbid you figured out that he’s been picturing you bent and folded in every way just so he could reach to the back of your cervix, if you figured out that his anger towards you is pent up sexual frustration because every time you’re in the shower, he’s thinking of the way you looked lathered in soap, waiting for him to join you. he was a sick man to think of you like this, but all of his desires and fantasies were threatening to barge in, to unleash all of his wants and needs to you. 

he was fighting himself to be a respectable man, a man who doesn’t think of women who were young enough to be his own kid in ways that were sinful. he shouldn’t be wanting to fill your throat with his cock when you smart mouth him. he was losing whoever he thought was himself, and letting heart and cock do his thinking. 

you couldn't think right, nothing was processing as you felt the heat of his hand on your cunt. you felt another wave of pleasure hit you and suddenly, you could feel your wetness pooling for him in your panties. you had a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that joel actually wanted you too, even if he wanted to put you in your place for once and shut you up.

you didn't care how he wanted you. you were a bitch, but you were desperate for him.

"mmm, you're real scary, baby, threats ain't gettin' you anywhere. you have t' beg me for my fingers," he teased, rubbing the hair on your mound.

"oh fuck off, i'm not begging you for shit," you're putting up a fight with yourself, and you were winning. at leadt you thought so. even if you were letting him touch you this way, you weren't goping to beg him or give him the pleasure of watching you submit to him.

"yeah? maybe i'll jus' make ya," he grinned, his sinister smile forming while he rested his forehead on yours, his hand inside your panties as the two of you watched him tease your lips.

the second joel’s finger moves from your hairy mound to the fat lips of your cunt to spread and feel just how much you ached for him, to tease your hole so you'd be sent into a fit of desperation, the two of you heard the doorknob jiggle and a loud laugh from the outside, meaning it was ellie. joel pulled his hand and body away quickly and nodded upstairs with a hard look, giving you the hint to go before ellie saw you in your panties. 

your face expressed everything to him, you needed him. and you didn’t want to let go. he watched as you walked up the stairs, your ass practically eating up the fabric of your panties. it left nothing to the imagination and he groaned, something you swore you heard, before he fixed himself in his pants. 

ellie walked in, and you stayed at the top of the stairs out of sight to hear the lecturing. 

“are you outta your damn mind, ellie? it’s three in the mornin’,” his paternal instincts were coming out, and you smiled. 

“i was down the street. relax, i just didn’t want to stay there.” ellie defended as she slipped her shoes off. 

“did somethin’ happen? are you hurt?” he asked quickly, examining ellie to see if he saw blood or cuts anywhere. 

“jeez, no joel lay off. why are you up anyways isn’t it like six hours past your bedtime?” she scoffed, annoyed at the father figure lecturing her right now. what was he gonna tell her? 

“was waitin for your friend to come home, so i can lock up before bed,” he lied. he was lying and you knew it. you came home an hour ago, and he was still up. 

“you’re in love aren’t ya? old man,” ellie teased. her demeanor was a little more playful than she’d been this last month and he shook his head annoyed, but to you it was silent. your lips pinched into a thin line as you heard joel grunt.

“go to be ellie. now.” he ordered and she rolled her eyes, saying her good nights and going to the garage to sleep in her space. 

a part of you wanted joel to come upstairs, into your room and to do everything he wanted to do. you didn’t know exactly what he wanted to do, but with the touching and flirting he was doing, it seemed like he wanted you. maybe he was drunk, you could smell it on his breath! he seemed pretty sober talking to ellie. you cursed yourself as you moved quietly to your room, leaving the door cracked open just in case. 

but nothing. you heard him trudge up the stairs, and walk directly the opposite direction into his own room. you were frustrated at this point. sexually frustrated if you must say, and the ache in your core was not leaving any time soon. 

you felt embarrassed, and you felt like joel was toying with you. all of the sudden this comes up and he's trying to finger fuck you in the living room when you genuinely thought he didn't even acknowledge your mere existence. it was so confusing for you, but the only thing you knew for sure now after a few weeks of deciding is that you craved joel miller.

it was a weird feeling. only because growing up in an apocalyptic world as a teenager and a young adult meant your chances of love and relationships were slim to none, at least for you. but you met joel in times where you had given up already.

as you lied in bed, wondering if joel was asleep or thinking about you too, you felt silly. you were setting yourself up for disaster by having hope that whatever this was with joel was more than that, and not just that. you worried you were getting ahead of yourself, maybe you were taking joel's advances too seriously. what if he just wants an easy fuck? nothing serious, something for pleasure in this dark world where everyone seeks a way to alleviate their pain

you felt like maybe you were geting into your head like you always do. maybe this could be good. maybe this could be your chance to let go, be vulnreable again, let someone make you feel like a teenager again. you had your fair share of crushes when you were in the QZ, you remembered that innocent feeling of liking someone, the shyness that came with it, how nervous you got around them. and with joel, you felt that times one hundred.

the flutters in your stomach, the goosebumps on your skin when he stands too close to you. he made you feel good even without trying.

but nothing good comes from joel miller.

[keis-slut]

hi i love ur writing!!! can u maybe do a fnaf sb kink/fetish headcanon thing? all characters pls 🥹🤍

OH MY GOD??????⁉️⁉️⁉️

DOING IT RN YES???⁉️⁉️⁉️

i’m going to try my best to put EVERY detail i possibly can in this and explain as much as I can, just give you guys a feast LMFAO.

FNAF SB CHARACTER KINK HEADCANONS (NSFW)

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GLAMROCK FREDDY

-fuck, y’all…

-i think he’s the most inexperienced of them all, but once you get him started, he knows EXACTLY what he’s doing for some reason. he just does it all right, and so good too???

- he’s oddly always horny though, but feels embarrassed when he does stuff to himself, and honestly isn’t a big fan of it

-he’s the sweetest in bed and mostly vanilla, but if you tell him what you’re into, he’ll immediately like it and do whatever you ask, he’s here to please you

-this even includes being nasty, mean, degrading you, surprisingly

-as much as y’all might roll your eyes at this next hc…uhm he be rolling his eyes back when you call him daddy, let’s be fr.

-he loves the idea of his “father figure” personality turning to a sexual thing as well and getting someone off.

-if you have daddy issues, freddy fazfuck is here to help.

-he loves being called daddy and seen as superior or in charge, never in an abuse of power kinda way, but a protective way, even though the idea does get him off.

-he loves receiving oral SO much, just watching the way his cock disappears behind your lips, he finds it so beautiful to look at.

-he finds you so beautiful to look at

-he also loves playing with your hair (platonic or romantic), like when cuddling, or holding it back prettily as you suck him off

-he’s obsessed with the noises you make, he loves hearing you moan for his cock, especially when you get so loud he’s forced to see the sight of your mouth being covered by his large hand.

-also he’s not the biggest possessive or jealous type, but he can’t lie and say he has never thought of possibly the others hearing you scream “daddy!” loud and clear from his greenroom.

-the vibrations of your moans on his larger hand almost makes him go completely feral, but he manages to keep his composure.

-he’s not very loud himself, but he does a lot of praise of how good it feels and he’s more of a talker

-telling you how well you’re taking him, calling you pretty names, always making you feel good

-“my pretty superstar, taking daddy so well…such a good girl”

-he’s does kinda grunt a lot though, he mostly just holds back on his noises so he could hear you

-he’s all top, you’ll never see him as a bottom and i don’t think you guys want that anyway

-you’d rather be calling him daddy as his fazcock stretches ur fazpussy

-he WILL beg you to ride him though, he’s obsessed with you in his lap, up and down on him, the way your hips move. reverse cowgirl is good too, still gives a great view of your hips.

-he loves your hips, GOD, he loves your hips.

-did i say he loves your hips?

-grabbing them with his big hands while you ride him, feeling you move and leading you as you take him.

-definitely a thighs kinda guy. hips and thighs.

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GLAMROCK CHICA

-OKAY UHM.

-i feel like she comes off all cute, girly and innocent and everything, but she’s into A LOT.

-and they’re “weird”, maybe even taboo.

-cunnilingus at its finest, she’s in love with women, even tho i hc she’s pansexual.

-she’s also a switch but more of a massive top.

-she loves when you can surprise her sometimes and be top, she finds it so amusing, but will slowly melt if you keep going, letting you take control.

-LOVES BOOBS

-she’s so fun during sex though, she giggles a lot and jokes around, it’s the best when you can fuck, laugh, and fuck again like nothing happened.

-with her love for eating, and food, and her being used for food representation for literally ever, i have this small (reallybig) idea that she’s indulged in the feederism community to a degree.

-i just have a feeling she loves the idea of getting you drunken and sleepy on eating a lot, then fucking you all drowsy.

-this goes for aftercare too, she also loves just snacking a lot with you or even feeding you, giving you snacks to try etc.

-this also goes for her obsession with squeezing all the right places (like her loving boobs, she’ll squeeze them constantly) but even with thighs or hips/waist, like love handles, or if you have the cutest tummy. she loves tummies.

-the idea of you begging her to let you finish, omg, she’s so into edging she’ll keep you going all night.

-she praises alot though, loves calling you “good girl/boy”, telling you how good you’re holding up for her, as it’s been almost 2 hrs of edging

-she just loves admiring you while she makes you feel good

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ROXANNE WOLF

-100% top, don’t fight me, im right.

-and she’s a lesbian LOL she loves pussy

-loves calling you pup, read my roxy smut RN.

-needs you to be begging for it.

-absolutely needs to be doggy style, no pun intended, she’s such an ass person, she has to see that RECOIL.

-rough as fuck, hard, fast, animalistic thrusts.

-she loves when your brain cannot keep up, she’ll call you her braindead little bitch.

-as you can see, she’s into degrading. her praise is extremely limited during sex, it’s very rare and when/if it does come out, it needs to be taken lightly, it’s all false sympathy.

-even though she’s extremely degrading to you, she needs you to praise her during sex. has you telling her how well she’s doing, how good she feels, who you belong to, etc.

-“tell me i’m the best, say it, now, filthy bitch” “you’re the best, you feel so good, fuck!”, “more please, im all yours! I belong to you!”

-“and this pretty pussy belongs to who? tell me, pathetic pup” “you! it’s all yours, roxy!”

-aftercare is very different, she uses sex to be absolutely disgusting to you, but she will do ANYTHING for you after sex to make you feel like a queen, she’s the sweetest and most caring ever.

-she knows that you know she means nothing she says to you during sex.

-she has every single toy you could think of, she’s a huge toy person. she probably has like 5 different sets of strapons and 20 different dildos.

-loves when you wear a remote control vibrator during a show and she can see you squirming right in the front row as she controls it, how you watch her perform, begging her with your eyes to either stop, or make you cum already.

-uhm she shows off a lot so she’ll leave marks all over you, more than likely using her teeth on your neck, so others know you belong to her and they know who’s marks they are.

-she’s not into choking much (unless you are), she’s more into grabbing a fistfull of your hair and pulling your head back while plowing you from behind. she needs you to arch your back inhumanely just for her.

-although, ironic, she does have a collar and a leash which is the closest you’ll get to being choked by her, using this is convenient since you’re more often going from behind. she loves the control.

-also never pull her hair. ever.

-she’s extremely possessive, she would never want to share you. you’re hers and only hers. don’t ever talk about being poly or having threesomes or anything. chicas joked about it before and roxy almost ripped her beak off. she’d never let chica join, or anyone for that matter. you’re hers.

-so she’d be more than happy to let anyone else watch her pound what belongs to her, and dream.

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MONTGOMERY GATOR

-lord help me.

-prepare to be destroyed, just like his greenroom.

-he’s so into the idea of seeing how big he is inside you. like

-tummy bulge>>>>> ,uhm yes

-will fuck and overstimulate you into a screaming mess, he wants you to make a mess of yourself

-he’s into bodily fluids and stuff, i don’t even know if i should say it all bc i’m sure you know, but he wants you to let it ALL out. make a mess of everything, everywhere. and he’ll fuck you until it all comes out.

-and just like roxy, he’s also mean during sex, and degrades alot. he’s not as nice as roxy during the aftercare though, but he still cares alot. he’s big and scary but can be a big baby at times.

-he’s into noncon, also somnophilia, just the idea of taking advantage of someone so little like you.

-this includes size kink too, he loves how small you are compared to him.

-face fucking and head pushing !!!

-all of this is also ofc WITH CONSENT he’s really not actually an asshole, he’s respectful.

-he’s the type that would have a threesome, probably with roxy, the idea of both of them using you like that has him feral. (roxy only agreeing to this in a world where you’re montys and not hers, cuz again, she’d never share you)

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SUN/MOON

-sun is submissive, moon is dominant, im just gonna start with that obvious point.

-sun is a begger 100%, and is always looking for attention, doesn’t matter how, but he will beg.

-SO good at finger fucking (it’s like the only thing he could rlly do tho, he can’t eat you)

-his slender fingers just curl and reach all the right places, and he loves praising.

-but his praise is a lil scary, it’s like overly happy praising, he’ll just be in complete awe constantly, thanking you over and over again for the experience and letting him touch you.

-lots of moaning, he’s so loud and won’t shut up.

-he loves when you take control and tell him what to do to you, yknow?

-also uhm call him a good boy for doing what you asked and see what happens.

-“put them in, now curl them-yeah, like that, good boy, sun, good boy”

-he’ll melt completely, he’ll giggle uncontrollably, his wires and gears clicking and twitching in excitement as you ride his fingers.

-he cannot ever keep his hands to himself like he’s always gotta be touching you, he’s OBSESSED.

-definitely obsessive type, clingy asf

-MOON, OKAY SWITCH THE PERSONALITY.

-some of sun is still the same with moon, like moon is definitely also OBSESSEDOBSESSEDOBSESSED with you.

-(like monty) somnophilia, next.

-this includes getting himself off to you asleep^ (consensually ofc)

-also good with fingers, same as sun, although is more driven by the look of the mess you’ve left on his fingers.

-always fascinated by seeing how many he can fit and how much he can stretch you out. and he thinks you’re so pretty down there, he’s a starer.

-he would most definitely try and keep an item of your clothing and always smell it, your scent never failing to get him off.

-into praise degradation, like calling you pretty, followed by something derogatory.

-his fingers, like i’ve mentioned, you’re both obsessed with them, not only when he fingers you, but he’s so into sticking them in your mouth and gagging you with them.

-fucking you in missionary, he loves watching your tongue swirl around his fingers, and when you suck on them

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DJMM

-this is so funny i even have to say this but he loves having music on when having sex, there has to be music

-I also feel like you can never tell when he’s being jokingly flirty with you, or if he’s genuinely trying to be suggestive and serious.

-because he jokingly flirts all the time, this is the reason you have every word to “Careless Whisper” memorized, he loves randomly playing it to be a goof.

-because of how big he is, there’s an obvious size kink, but he’s extremely gentle with you. not like monty’s size kink and the idea of taking advantage of someone so small, his is more like in a cute way, taking care of you, ur so itty bitty.

-I saw this around and on other posts before and i cannot help but agree that since he’s much bigger there’s not much he can do, but so his whole body vibrates? like when you play music so loud in a car, the sound waves and bass makes the car shake and vibrate. yeah like that so uh, he finds great pleasure in watching you rut on his finger as he’s vibrating.

-he loves this so much, he’ll even start messing with you by pausing and playing the music to fuck with the vibrations

-almost like edging you, honestly

-he’ll do whatever it takes to prolong your finish, just so he could keep watching you come undone

-the way your tiny body bounces and rubs against literally any part of him to get off.

-watching this, he gets a great view of your boobs.

-since he can’t really touch you or do a lot to you, he loves when you put on a little show for him while you use his vibrating body.

-making faces, fixing your hair, changing positions, all because he’s watching. he loves to just watch you.

-also uhm he calls you beautiful nonstop???? his fav word to use for you

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VANNY/VANESSA

-so vanny and vanessa i find different, almost like sun and moon but obviously vanessa is a person.

-i’ll start with vanny.

-vanny is very dominant, very cocky more than confident.

-vanny does not like being vulnerable at all, so she’ll always take control. this is because i feel vanessa uses vanny to be someone who’s stronger and better than how insecure she actually is, for explanation.

-during sex she refuses to take off her mask, but she’ll take off the rest of her outfit.

-with women, scissoring is a favorite. but she has to be on top, she has to be the one putting the pressure on you, thrusting into you, just be on top.

-more catering towards men (also women if strapon) she likes to ride if it means she’s still in that control.

-just, do not let her on the bottom.

-same goes for handjob (not blow since she refuses to take off her mask), she wants you to be a whining, crying mess for her to let you finish.

-so she’s literally the type of person to listen to whimpering and whining audios of guys LOL.

-same girl.

-huge tease too, she’ll make you actually feel shitty, but if you’re into that then you’ll like it in the moment, so who cares?

-big fan of JOI, she loves to just be bossy and tell you what to do. she’ll never let you take charge.

-also she’ll choke the shit out of you, way into choking/breath play, anything to have you lightheaded and gasping

-also if you ask her, she’ll tie you up too. more into handcuffs though secretly, since vanessa is a security guard type thing.

-so, yeah, vanessa now, uhm

-officer vanessa I-

-I believe you are a switch

-going for vanessa now, i think she’s still got some top in her if you get her riled up enough, she can definitely be a hot dom.

-maybe if you tease her when she’s had a bad day at work or in a bad mood in general, that’s when you’ll get dom vanessa

-and she’d love to be called mommy, oh lord, try that out.

-but that also goes for when she’s a bottom, she’ll whine and cry, “mommy! mommy…”.

-she’s very into oral too, more so into receiving, when it comes to girls

-when it comes to guys though, she’ll be on her knees, she is the headmaster (lol get it? head? master? yeaaahashahahah…)

-she’s like scarily good at giving head

-other than that, she’s quite vanilla, honestly

-she does like a little praise too, like calling her pretty and things like that, telling her how good she feels

-maybe a hair tug here and there

-also possibly the occasional security guard roleplay into sex

I HOPE THESE WERE GOOD‼️‼️

I tried to add as many characters as I could think of, but if there are any you guys would want to see specifically, just let me know!!

I like doing nsfw hcs LOL

[spontaneousglitterbees]

Video description under the cut!

Hey there! If this is your first encounter with Synthesizer V (SynthV), welcome to the world of vocal synthesis. These guys ('voicebanks') are ethically-sourced with full knowledge and consent by their voice providers. I'll spare you the full details, but they are much more akin to cousins of Hatsune Miku and Vocaloid than AI music. Voicebanks take human effort to input and tune, just like an instrument. The purpose of these voices is not to replace humans, but instead to enable creativity by letting artists for whom it would be impractical to hire a vocalist still create vocal music. I made this cover not to substitute or replace the original, but for the same reasons you might want to play the song on any other instrument- it's fun!

Also some of them have fun anime representations. Kevin, our Very Normal Man Paul Matthews, does not (officially, at least). He is represented by a letter 'K', in contrast to almost everyone else in this cover.

Speaking of, if you are on the other side of this equation and are here for my vocalsynth stuff but haven't seen this musical before: Welcome to the weird world of Hatchetfield, a small island town in Michigan where things go spectacularly wrong with alarming frequency. This song is my favorite from the first musical in a trilogy, "The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals". It's about Paul Matthews, the titular Guy, as he finds himself at the mercy of an instrument of the end of the world. The proshot is free on YouTube, and well worth the watch, even if only for the context here.

… Also, many (including me) headcanon Paul is autistic and the musical can be read as about his experience as an autistic adult. If that sweetens the pot for anyone.

Credits, and that sweet SVP link:

Footage from The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals- https://youtu.be/IrxKX44qBJ0 Music and Lyrics by Jeff Blim SVP by Glitterbees- tinyurl.com/4ns3v3e8

If you enjoyed, please support the original release!

Starring, in order of appearance: Mr. Davidson - JUN Nora (Emma's Boss) - Eleanor Forte Prof. Hidgens - ASTERIAN Greenpeace Girl - SOLARIA Bill (Chorus) - Mo Chen Hatchetfield Bee (Chorus) - Stardust Infinity Paul Matthews - Kevin

I can't believe this is the first time I've used Stardust on the channel,, I did just get her, though. Plus, I didn't know who to make Ted. It's more balanced this way.

(Psst, if you're a vsynth newbie and interested in song-based storytelling, might I interest you in the Evillious Chronicles? I have a big playlist on my channel, and can give some recs on where else to start if you leave a comment)

What's in your soul? Is your heart so damp and bleak that you won’t give us a peek of your soul?

Just let it out! There's a voice inside of you on the edge of coming through. What's it about?

And I know it's a singular voice, Paul. You've just got to give up your choice!

Just let it out, let it out, let it out! Let it out, let it out, let it out! Just let it out, let it out, let it out! Let it out, let it out—

Never!

What was that?

You let it out….

Was that a note, or just a sound? Am I finally coming 'round to rhyming scheme? Oh god! Just stop it! I’m split in two! Is this me, or is this you? Am I dead? I’m coming apart at the seams! La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la. No! No-no-no-no-no-no-no!

Just let it out, let it out, let it out! Let it out, let it out, let it out! Just let it out, let it out, let it out! Let it out, let it out, let it—

I’ve never been happy. Wouldn’t that be nice? Is this the secret? Singing and dancing through life? Is my integrity worth anything at all? … But happiness can’t come before its fall.

Am I crazy? Maybe I’ve always been. Become what I’ve hated? Or maybe I never did…. It’s awful freeing now, to share the hate I've felt. But what will I let in if I let it out?

Let it out, let it out.

Am I crazy? I don't think so.

Let it out, let it out, let it out!

Maybe I've always been…

Just let it out, let it out, let it out!

God help me out!

Let it out, let it out—

If I let it out!

We will not be resisted!

I don't like musicals!

[alicepao13]

Hudson and Rex S05E07 - The Date Escape - Part A

This episode has lesbians which, as Up Faith and Family will tell you, might lead to uncomfortable conversations with family members. Or was that the warning in Over Ice?

Black letters in quotes: Actual show quotes.

Green letters in quotes: What I come up with my twisted brain.

It absolutely baffles me that Hudson and Rex often does the bare minimum regarding representation, (like look! A lesbian couple in one case! Wow), and that's still considered woke in certain parts of the world, the US included. A show with a male lead, two out of four (human) actors are white males, there's only one woman in the main cast (and yes, Karma was also there for one season, does that really count?) and for some weird reason despite it being set in Canada, there is not one Indigenous person among the main or recurring cast which I personally find odd, and this show is considered woke. With zero LGBT main characters, woke. Give me a break, what kind of world do the people who make those comments live in?

Sidenote: In 2015, a Greek tv show I watched had a Canadian main character who was played by a Canadian actor (Caucasian). Now, that was infinitely more difficult to happen than any of the things I'm mentioning above that Hudson and Rex could realistically have done.

I'm fine now. Let's go to the episode.

I assume that if I'd watched Orange is the New Black, I'd have found this episode even more enjoyable. Not that I didn't like it.

lol. I actually new that wasn't a mullet from the Fifa game hairstyles.

"Jeez, lady. I'm just doing my job."

Charlie is always one step away from telling everyone that Rex is smarter than him.

I don't think Joe needs all that app dating stuff.

"I'm afraid this kind old lady is our bomber."

Like they were playing hide and seek lol

Shockingly, our episode does not end within ten minutes.

In case anyone hasn't watched S2.

This is a great idea. They didn't leave any personal space before they started dating either so by not leaving any now, they're being consistent.

Listen to Jesse, the master of dating failure, apparently.

It means a lot that someone remembered that Charlie can cook. To me. It means a lot to me.

You know, you didn't know her that well, Charlie, to be able to say that.

Just a little bit excessive. But he wants to take care of his girl.

By the way, I don't think anyone is calling that a consomme. I think it's just soup.

"Is someone a bit worried?" - me, looking for a tiny morsel of angst in their relationship.

"Sarah, can you please make sure the entire soup doesn't end up on the floor?"

Easy, there, chef.

Kisses. Plural.

WHO INTERRUPTS OUR (the fandom's) ROMANTIC DINNER???

More kisses. I hate you all.

"I don't think [the soup] needs to be blended..." Yeah, it does. It's a completely different soup otherwise.

Rex: "So we won't eat?"

To be continued in Part B because Charlie and Sarah are too distracting for my own good.

[proteovaldez]

Im gonna talk Jason, Reyna and Octavian. Reminder I haven’t read these books in like five or more years. Are these headcannons? Let’s call it that.

Wolf boy Jason should be talked about more. Also I like Octavian as a character cause he’s a little freak. And Reyna is my personal Ace/Aro representation. My sister and I have made little phrases to help others understand how we’ve characterized them. Octavian is “Dog eat Dog.” Reyna is “Dog and Dog.” Jason is “Doggie Dog.”

Now to explain how I think pre Hera/Juno Camp Jupiter was like. So in my mind time works differently at the wolf house. Reasoning, no way a two year old in just a year is Roman ready. So Jason spends a lot of time there. He’s a baby, so obviously he picks up on the wolf stuff and as a result he’s more animalistic. The only explanation why he was able to succeed at being a soldier at age three for fifteen years is because he is not the usual soldier. He’s a wolf first and a Roman soldier second. No matter how much training you have, it’s kind of hard to beat someone who is not afraid to bite and theoretically tear out your throat. I like to think he had longish hair. I mean I fully believe he refused shoes and his cohorts would brush his hair or give him head scratches. He has definitely bit an adult.

Now Reyna is just trying to do her job. I mean you’re telling me that Jason wouldn’t immediately investigate the new girl. He does and she’s cool. When did she get the metal dogs? Doesn’t matter she’s clearly good with dogs. Also both of them are great fighters and intelligent. I’m confident they bonded even before he became praetor. I fully believe they are in love. I mean like queer platonic love. Like the most they’ve done is holding pinkies when slightly stressed or doing each other’s hair. She cringes when he tried to hug her once. So when they both are praetors it’s her just silently begging for him to wear shoes at meetings.

Now Octavian, our favorite little freak of a teen. Octavian is a legacy, I’m assuming his parents live in New Rome. I like your think Jason went to a school and had classes with Octavian. Octavian has always been weird. Also he can read. I don’t remember if legacies are also dyslexic, but you’re telling me Octavian wouldn’t know how to read with no struggle. He would and he’d lord it over everyone. I just know he’s always been a little ambitious and power hungry. I mean what child with prophetic tendencies wouldn’t crave power? He definitely notices Jason is powerful and useful. He knows it’s better to be on the possible feral child’s side. Also he’s incredibly patriotic like most Roman’s are historically at least. He knows Jason is good for Rome and I bet he’s one of the many who thought Jason fumbled choosing the fifth cohort. Like he’s known of Jason forever and knows that Jason is all for the Roman cause he’s a child soldier. He can rely on Jason to be on the side of Rome. Now Reyna he definitely was wary until he actually met her. He’s a smart kid, so obviously he likes Reyna. He respects her greatly until she becomes Praetor. After that he has two separate Reyna’s in his mind. There’s smart, intelligent Reyna, and then there’s Praetor Reyna. The second one is an implied sneer. Cause I bet she’s had to alter her original ideas and plans to appeal to the council. Octavian has heard Reyna’s original plans and thinks they’re genius, but Praetor Reyna is a sellout.

The three of them are literally the most recognized campers at Camp Jupiter. It’s kind of hard to not at least respect your coworkers when they’re useful and technically are working towards the same goal. Like Reyna wasn’t there long so she probably was just pleased she had people to talk to. Maybe not friends exactly but acquaintances. And Jason likes people. Then Octavian likes useful people. Also they’re teenagers. I just know the three of them hung out and have stupid jokes, but only do so in private as they’re kind of serious people.

[scuba-divers]

canwe have more jade designs that arent normal. iw anna see her looking FUCKED UP from heavy duty work ok shes a scientist and she lives in a factory. ok. shes gonna b a LLLIIIITTTLLLEEEEE strange and weird perhaps a little off her rocker at very VERY least. she might act normal but that does not mean she is normal at all in fact that might mean that she is very not normal at all but is so not normal that she thinks that she is normal. i NeED more weird girl\fucked up gender of some kind beyond out comprehension representation in this fandom ok i NEED it. give her scars and dusty ass clothing from her mechanic shit and scientist shit. give her chemical scars and burns even just really make a design that says 'hey i know that at this point my existence as a being is an OSHA violation itself but OSHA sucks and i can do whatever i want forever no matter how unethical or fucked up and dangerous it is'. make a design that says 'i live in a factory and i do science and i dont see why everybody is so distressed that i do not take safety precautions at all' please please please make that thing STRANGE and WEIRD and ODD . do it for the weird ppl in our fandom. do it for the nerdy queers with fucked up genders . do it for all of us

[captainimprobable]

ok do people who exist in non Swiftie circles know about Gaylors? Bc if not PLS let me be the one to tell you. Let me preface this by saying I am EXTREMELY into TS's music. She's my favorite artist. If I met her, I'd cry, because she helped me so much through her music. But also....I could not give less of a shit about her as a person. I don't know her, she's just some billionaire, and while I love her art, she simply does not interest me. Most Swifties I've met are absolutely WONDERFUL people. Though some online Swifties are....interesting? Like, why was my entire FYP about the fact that TS had a hickey? She's 34 years old. Why are yall freaking out???? ANYWAY all this to say, my FAVORITE subset of Swiftie (by which I mean they fascinate me when they're not making me indescribably angry) are the Gaylors. These are people who genuinely, non ironically, 100% fr believe that TS is queer. She's queer, and she's signaling them through her songs and her interviews. These people listen to songs that are OBVIOUSLY about men and declare that they're actually sapphic. And look, I've read plenty of sapphic interpretations into her music! But that's me trying to relate to the song. That doesn't mean the song is ACTUALLY sapphic. They will say shit like "in October of 2015 she wore a rainbow bracelet so obviously that was her coming out" with completely straight faces. They say her relationships have all been PR stunts. One time, Taylor released a LONG statement basically saying "hey, I'm straight, please stop speculating about it bc it makes me uncomfortable" and these lunatics heard that and went "oh my god she just came out to us". Honest to god. They actually are not kidding. And when you tell them it's weird and creepy, they call you homophobic. Someone NEEDS to do a study on this, because it is so incredibly fascinating to me that these people fixated on the most white bread, cishet woman I have EVER SEEN and declared her a queer icon. Because even if in 20 years she actually comes out (which will never happen) that doesn't make this behavior any less weird or creepy. People have pages dedicated to this topic.

They think they're the brave underdogs peddling the truth while everyone else is being dumb and ignorant. I kind of want to hold their hands and introduce them to the PLETHORA of queer artists out right now. I want to show them queer and trans POC artists. Like, listen to her music all you want! I sure will! But if you're that starving for representation, why don't you just......do a quick google search? Find queer playlists???? Because if I have to see one more person saying "Last night at the Era's tour the bi flag colors flashed on screen for .02 seconds" on my FYP i WILL lose it. (I worry this comes off as me being like "oh im not like THOSE swifties, I'm not like other girls" but no, I cried at the Era's tour right along the rest of em, I just. I don't get people's obsession with her romantic life.)

[aconflagrationofmyown]

Will we be seeing more of sweet Rosalee’s connection to her father? As an ultimate Daddy’s girl, I hope so. I showered with my Dad until I was in third grade and when they told me I had to start showering alone I refused to shower for like two weeks, I’d scream like if they were murdering me when they tried but my mom’s the tougher one and she was like “Nope she’s going to learn to shower alone!” So she waited me out haha. But even afterwards like in high school I’d have movie nights still with him and I’d lay on top of him on the couch and cuddle. My dad was honestly just the best. He was my best friend. When I had my first kid he went in the hospital room and checked on me first. It’s sad that some people would probably read this and think it’s weird that I was so close to my Dad but to me, it’s more sad that we live in a society where a Dad and daughter can’t be affectionate with each other after a certain age because of the world we live in. My cousins all hated me when I was young because my Dad was the fun uncle but I wouldn’t let him play with other kids! I asked him one time if I bugged him by always being with him but he told me that he was just always scared to fail me which blows my mind because I just always wanted to be near him that’s all I needed. Even after I had my own kid I’d go visit him and lay in the bed with him and bug him and my mom. When he would vacation without me, he would check in with me three times a day and yes, I have siblings but I was the only one who gravitated towards my Dad like that my sister and brother were all about my mom and I’d ask them why if Dad was better and my mom would get upset with me lol! Don’t get me wrong I love LOVE my mom and she knows I do it’s just a different connection. Hope you don’t mind me sharing my memories, Rosalee just wanting to shower with her Daddy and getting a kiss attack on her face until she smiled brought back happy times and I would love to see so much more of that especially because I’m sure Elvis was an amazing father to Lisa Marie too.

P.S I still refer to him as my ‘Daddy’ even now and as I’m from Los Angeles (I think it may be more normal to do so in the South?) so many people tell me that’s weird I hate what people have done to the word Daddy.

Oh my darling anon, this touched my heart so much. We are indeed the lucky ones to have our own connection and memories to draw on, makes me sad for others who would view it through the lens of our unfortunate and broken world. Not everyone’s so fortunate but it’s a beautiful thing and ought to be normalized as much as it can be, the bad always gets more publicity -and while it should always be called out- my goodness, we gotta have representation for the good dads and their devoted little girls.

All of Lisa’s anecdotes suggest such a connection with Elvis, and even the way she respected and honored the man who was her daddy (even though she called him Elvis, haha) more than the legend she could have, touches me. I love it and have tried to bring that to Sarge and give a various connections to each kid but Rosalee is that one special baby who relies fully on him, and that’s quite the weight for him as Elaine is so capable he’s used to the kids finding her sufficient, but not this child, she needs him at all times and I think he’d love that and take it seriously.

All that to say, YES WE WILL GET SO MUCH MORE OF THEM including when she’s an adult and a child. If you ever have any prompts you’d particularly like to see, from memory or otherwise, please send them in!! This is another reason I chose Riley as her faceclaim, I wanted his Rosalee to be his real relative and Riley’s got his bright grin, in my opinion.

Can’t thank you enough for this sweet note, you’ve made my night.

Much love, Marina 💋🎀💋

[solreads]

Last Night in Nuuk - Review

Title: Last Night In Nuuk (US editions) or Crimson (UK editions)

Author: Niviaq Korneliussen

Translator: Anna Halager

Genre: Contemporary

Audience: Adult

Format: Novel

Representation: Trans man POV character

Summary: Five young Greenlandic adults’ lives interweave as they discover their identities, fall in love, and betray each other. 

Fia goes through the motions of a relationship with a long-term boyfriend she’s fallen out of love with. An encounter with Sara, a beautiful girl at a party ignites a new passion muddled with confusion. 

Her brother Inuk’s life spirals after his friend Arnaq spills a secret that embroils him in public controversy and leaves him ostracized. He questions what it is to be a Greenlander, to be queer, and to forgive. 

Arnaq lives to party, to drink, to fuck, and numb out her trauma. She’s falling in love with Sara’s partner, Ivik, and struggling to find happiness as her past clings to her. 

Ivik wants to please Sara, he wants to make her feel loved, but he can’t stand to let her touch him. The divide between them grows wider as he struggles for an excuse to hide that he does not understand his own actions either.

Sara feels polluted. She feels abandoned. But slowly she realizes a truth that might destroy her relationship, but will let both her and Ivik find happiness and forgiveness. 

Reflections: The writing style or the translation style was unique, a messy, poetic stream of consciousness. I came to enjoy it though it could be disorienting. Inuk’s chapter, which leaned more towards an abstract exploration of identity than the other characters’, worked the best with this style, in my opinion. 

I was left with the weird sense of feeling my connection to the characters was both shallow and deep. The views of their lives were fairly narrow, limited primarily to the five main characters’ interactions with each other and to the parts of their lives concerned with relationships, sexuality, and partying. The narrative zoomed in on singular issues in each character’s life and got very personal, digging into their insecurities and darker thoughts, but the rest of who they were and what sort of lives they lived were neglected to the point the characters didn’t seem like full people.

Ivik’s acceptance of his trans identity was written oddly in that he does not realize or state that he is trans. But Sara gets this epiphany moment where she figures it out without him in the picture, decides with 100% certainty he is a man, completely flips how she thinks about him and their relationship based on this, and then brings it up with him for the first time (by straight up telling him what she’s decided he is). It’s not necessarily offensive – it can even be a nice thought that people sense that you are your true gender no matter what – just presented in a way that seems too simple and unquestioned. It’s treated like there’s some definitive marker of trans manhood and once you see it there’s no question (and no need for tact) when really a person could have had Ivik's experience and have been a woman or nonbinary or not ready for a label. The way Sara’s written then becomes uncomfortable as does the fact that Ivik never gets to give his own account of understanding/accepting his gender.

Warnings: Depictions of misgendering, deadnaming, dysphoria. 

Notes on Rep: Ivik is AFAB and comes to identify as a man.

[tamras-shieldmaiden]

Heyo again! So... for this second request, tell me about Korra!

Alright! Let's talk about our series protagonist, Avatar Korra! 

1: sexuality headcanon 

The series finale marked an important milestone in animated history by giving Korra a canonical same-sex romantic partner which provided much-needed positive queer representation in children’s television and television in general. Because of this, it’s not much of a headcanon to agree that Korra is a bisexual woman. My headcanon is that she is very attracted to strong, smart, competent green-eyed, dark-haired women.😏 Fandom tends to portray her as a bottom but I personally think she’s more of a switch with strong service top leanings.  

2: otp 

My OTP is Korra/Kuvira and I also really like the idea of an OT3 with Korra, Asami, and Kuvira. (Korrasami stans please don’t come at me!) The Enemies to friends to lovers trope works so well here and combined with a Kuvira redemption arc it’s just chef’s kiss. I still find it quite amusing how one of Korra’s most emotional and softest moments happens when she finds herself with Kuvira in the Spirit World. If you have to blame someone for this ship, blame the animators and the writers for having given us this image that screams ship all over:

Get yourself someone who would look at you the way Korra is looking at Kuvira

3: brotp 

Her BROTPs are Bolin and Kya. Kya is the elder mentor who not only is queer and from the Southern Water Tribe like her, but she also has a direct connection to the Avatar and therefore, knows of the burdens and expectations of having to live with the legacy of the position. 

4: notp 

Korra as the MC has inevitably been shipped with pretty much everyone so I’ve seen some really weird pairings but for the life of me, I can’t wrap my mind around Korra/Amon, Korra/Tarrloq and Korra/Amon/Tarrloq. It just doesn’t compute, and this is from someone who understands the appeal of the enemies to lovers trope, but this one, ugh, nope. 

5: first headcanon that pops into my head 

This is not so much headcanon as it is an extrapolation from the series and comics but Korra is not only strong and athletic, but she’s a very outdoorsy Avatar and enjoys roughing it out. She’s an excellent navigator and sailor and even without her bending, she would be able to survive in the outdoors just by her skills alone.  Every year, she would take a break from training in the Southern Water Tribe compound to go camping with dad Tonraq and best girl Naga where they would hunt and fish and learn all the proper skills a member of the Water Tribes should know. 

6: favorite line from this character 

“Still think I’m a half-baked Avatar?” 

From Book One, When Extremes meet

7: one way in which I relate to this character

I think I can relate to being underestimated as she constantly was.

8: thing that gives me secondhand embarrassment about this character 

The love triangle. That was an epic mess.

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Cinnamon roll (who can kill you) 100% 🤣

[miscelunaaa]

Hey author,

Give yourself a try is one of my favourite Yoon fics ever. There's very little representation of us non skinny girls in fan fic. Thank you for this. I may have re read this fic front to back at least 25 times. And I keep coming back to it.

Coming to my ask, idk if you've answered this already, if you have, please ignore me. My question was, is there a possibility that you will revisit this couple and their story? What they're upto now? Etc?

Lots of love,

🎈

Ah! Hello!

My apologies for likely getting to this super super late. I haven't been around much for a variety of reasons, and it's mostly because my last month, and specifically this last week, have been extremely difficult personally. I'm dealing, I'm here, but that's really all I can say for myself most days.

I have actually thought about revisiting them, which I'll admit is a little unusual for me. Normally when I'm done with a fic, I'm truly done with it. I tend to approach stories in a sort of completionist way, in that they need to have all the loose ends tied up, and I do my best to make that happen. For example, I feel no need to continue Sacrificial, nor will I ever revisit the characters in things like Sodium Vapor or No Shade in the Shadow. Those stories are done, and while I think about them from time to time, there's nothing more their stories have to give.

But the god damn GYAT couple ............ There are some loose ends there, and I do have some things kind of sitting in the back of the fridge getting kind of weird with time.

Tbh I almost don't want to say that they're back there. I don't want to give you any false hope about something coming at all. I'm feeling a bit creatively wrung out, recently, and this week hasn't helped that front at all. I'm too mired in my shit to really even pour myself into something; I'm just trying to let myself feel what I need to feel so I can move on.

But that said, I also can't ever say "never"! I've had the idea for ages now and it is something I feel inclined to put out there whenever it comes to fruition! I just don't know when that will be.

I means the world to me that GYAT is one of your favorites. Soft bodies are good bodies and they deserve more representation in stories that see to the emotions of the people who want to read to them. On that front, I do have more stories here and there, and there are some in my recs here and in my bookmarks on AO3. It bears mentioning that everything I write was written to be as inclusive of different body sizes as possible, even if it's not specifically written with a fat reader-insert in mind!

I'm glad to have given you a story that brings you comfort and joy!! Thank you for writing in :) it means the world to me.

[imaginmatrix]

Hey I hope you don't mind me asking but can you give tips to create mood boards and sites you source your images from

Thanks

Hi! Yes I don’t mind at all!

I mostly use Pinterest, SOMETIMES Google if I’m really struggling though it’s harder to find good pics to use that well. Now as a disclaimer, I’m not sure this is the most ethical way to make these moodboards? I’m very much a believer in supporting and crediting artists, including photographers, but it can be pretty impossible to find sources on Pinterest. Since this is for personal use and I just share them because I’m proud of them, I’m not sure if it’s fine or not, but I’d love to hear opinions on this! 😅

For actually finding images… basically, I add “aesthetic” to the end of almost any search lol. I have a Pinterest board where I essentially save almost ANY image I see that could be useful for current or future chapters. I try to find images with similar color themes or lighting so that I’d only need to do minor editing for them to look cohesive.

For example, if I had a chapter that took place at a coffee shop, with a conflict between characters, that ended with watching a sunset, I might search things like “coffee shop aesthetic” “coffee aesthetic” “drinking coffee aesthetic” “girl and coffee aesthetic” for the first one. I’d look for warm tones, I’d look for images that could invoke conflict (a couple back to back, a cool knife, idk!) and a pretty sunset pic which is probably the easiest one to find.

If you’re using images with people, as a personal preference as someone who doesn’t really care for “face claims”, I would be careful and thoughtful. Also in part because I think I’d be weirded out if I found out someone was using my photos for a fictional character they wrote or played as (though that might depend on the person, character, and use.) When I use photos of people, it’s 1. Not usually meant to be a 1:1 representation of “this IS that character and what they look like,” it’s more for the vibes, and 2. I will focus on photos where the faces might be fully or partially obscured, blurry, or a close up of a single part of their face.

Along with the above; please be INCREDIBLY careful with how you represent BIPOC people in moodboards. If you’re trying to create one for an indigenous character, don’t just throw any dark haired tan model you find into your collage. Be mindful and meticulous in researching the images you’re using in this case, because it’s definitely not great to treat different minority cultures as interchangeable, or use a tan white person to represent a character who is from a marginalized culture.

I use an app called “PhotoCollage” for putting the images together, and sometimes “Picsart” to edit the colors to be closer if needed.

I think that’s a pretty good general overview? Sometimes you need to get creative to find something usable or relevant, I occasionally will get sucked in and spend over an hour searching for images before finding the write combination of search terms that result in what I need. If you have specific questions, feel free to let me know!

[aweirdkindofyellow]

I was trying to give people a moment to breathe before I put in my long comment…

First of all - the pizza crawl was so cute and the fact that Alex was the one who was having a really good time with Jack was being overly cautious and nervous was absolutely adorable.

Chapter 19…

OH.MY.GOD. You have gone and left me stunned!

A FEW GENERAL POINTS.

-I have to say… Jack being the one to catch feelings and have a crush on Alex first… Was not what I anticipated….but I also think… It’s wonderful you wrote it this way!

-It was unexpected but… I think when it comes from Jack. us seeing that inner “Am I bi?” crisis will make this all that much better when they finally realize they’re feelings mutually…(Please don’t let me down and let me think that they’re going to be together in the end😍)

OK NOW:

1. The fact that Alex was having banter with the boys and keeping up with them was so cute!😍

2. The fact that Jack was willing to let Alex set him up with somebody to make Alex happy… Even though to Jack, it felt weird and wrong… BE STILL MY HEART 🥹🥹🥹

3. The amount of of sexual attention when they were dancing together on the Dancefloor is something I could like feel through the page(if that makes sense…) Like I was sweating reading it.😅😅

4. It made me sad that the way Alex kissed the girl was so believable that Jack was a little bit worried/confused…It made me sad because that means that Alex has had to pretend so much(his entire life) that kissing girls seems so believable. And it makes my heart hurt for him that he hasn’t been able to be his self. I wonder who he thinks about when he’s kissing girls… Is it Jack? Is it a past lover?

Love ya always! 😍😍



Great thing to wake up to again 😊 I feel like most people read it within a day of me posting, so I'm just going to go ahead and respond.

Thinking about the pizza crawl has me craving pizza now... in the morning 😂 Jack will always worry about Alex, won't he?

Jack's been teetering on the edge for a while now, let's be honest. He just needed strobe lights and alcohol to realise it himself. And who knows exactly how Alex feels? It's written in a third person perspective, but so far we're mainly following Jack.

Jack's crisis was all condensed into a few moments, wasn't it 🤣 I blame it on the strobe lights and alcohol mentioned earlier. At least he's acknowledged the feelings instead of brushing them off, or so it seems.

Now to your other points:

Alex is great at blending in, isn't he? That guy's pure charisma.

Poor conflicted Jack, so unsure of what he wants. Would he have reacted the same way if he hadn't become friends with Alex? Or is it all because Alex is on his mind now?

I'm sure Jack was sweating as well 🤣 Had to make you think something was going to happen. I mean, Jack thought something was going to happen as well.... until... well, we know what happened.

Ah! You got my intention with the kiss! Yay! It's more than Alex kissing somebody else, it's a representation of his public persona. This is just who he is when he's AWG. Who knows who he's thinking about instead 👀

Lova ya toooo ❤️