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peachsayshi · 2 years ago

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they notice you’re not wearing a bra

(jjk x f!reader) - minors and ageless blogs dni

(Gojo, Geto, Mei Mei, Utahime) - Non Sorcerer AU.

a/n: Thank you @sixeyesgojo for enabling me & my chaotic ideas! <3 Now, I want to preface this by saying that I know boobs come in all shapes and sizes, and this isn’t the most inclusive reader insert but I try not to allude to too many details? I hope you till enjoy this! this is also kind of self indulgent considering I hate wearing bras -shoutout to @shadowsorceress for the ideas for Geto & Utahime!

I’ll be posting for the other characters. I have ideas written out for the rest but these are the completed quick drabbles! hehe

tags: nipple play, mentioned (unprotected sex), smut

-> GOJO

Your boyfriend has a fixation with touching you whenever you are together. When in public, his hand always finds itself protectively holding you by the waist or his fingers intertwine themselves around yours. Even in the privacy of your own apartment, Satoru still manages to get himself as close to you as possible.

You weren’t surprised when you felt him slip his hands underneath your loose black t-shirt, gently massaging the flesh of your stomach as you nestled your back closer against his chest.

You should have told him to stop, to pay attention to the movie playing on the screen, but even you couldn’t deny how naturally you softened against his touch. Mapping his way up your chest, Gojo extends his long digits before cupping your breasts in the palm of his hand. His eyes widen with shock, surprised that he wasn’t met with the familiar texture of lace or cotton.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” he states obviously, his thumb swiping over your nipple at the same time and you shiver while unintentionally rubbing over his length.

“My back was hurting, I didn’t need the added strain today,” you hum calmly, allowing yourself to mold into the frame of his body.

He hides his amused grin, biting the inside of his cheek instead as he tweaks your nipples between his thumb and index finger.

“Let me help you relax then, Angel,” he coos sweetly, and you knew it wouldn’t be long before he buries his cock inside you and pumping out every last drop of his release deep in your cunt.

-> GETO

Suguru sees two buds poking against the fabric of your fitted black crop top. He wets his lips, feeling his dick twitch in his pants as he holds back his smile. He couldn’t help but take cheeky glances at you, paying attention to the way your breasts bounced lightly with each of your movements.

You’ve just proven the suspicious question that’s been crossing his mind all day.

He wasn’t going to bring it up, of course, but he also wasn’t going to confess that he turned down the temperature of his apartment just to make sure of his little hunch.

“Did it get colder in here?” you wondered before squeezing your breasts together as you crossed your arms over each other.

“I don’t think so,” you partner fibs, suppressing a giggle as he sees you fidget on the opposite side of the sofa. “Why? Something wrong, sweetheart?”

“It’s just a little chilly…” you reply with a pout.

He flicks his middle and index finger towards him, “C’mere…”

You crawl your way over, your legs straddle themselves around his own and you fold into his strong body as he pulls you closer for a hug.

“I can think of a few things that might warm you up…”

All it took were a few teasing touches from him to have you in the current state you were in - with your cropped tee resting comfortably above your chest, while you roughly bounced on his cock as little droplets of sweat trickled between the valley of your breasts.

-> MEI MEI

“I bet you’re not wearing anything underneath that dress,” Mei Mei teases, her crimson stained lips spreading from ear to ear as she backs you into her desk.

You stare at her with sheer irritation, swallowing the lump in your throat and squeezing your thighs close together.

Of course she would notice but that was your intention in the first place.

“That’s not important to you...” you lied.

“Why because you plan on getting lucky tonight with whoever it is you’re meeting? Admit it, you didn’t get dolled up to see me to say that we areover. You’re here for the other reason…”

She takes her index fingers and curls them underneath the thin straps of your dress. Your heart starts racing rapidly, your breath growing more erratic as you dug your nails onto the wooden counter.

“I have a date tonight,” you reminded her, but your voice sounded pathetic as you barely got out that sentence with the same amount of conviction you did when you first walked into her office. “I just wanted you to hear it from me that’s all.”

“You could have told me this at any point in our day, but you choose to do it just as you’re about to leave,” she giggles while rolling the straps down your shoulders, “it’s so cute how easy you are to read, trying to make me jealous just because I had to cancel our last few meetings together.”

You didn’t want to admit how tired you were of this hot and cold game. You refused to confess how anguishing it has been without her intimacy, and how often you stayed up late at night just hoping she would call you.

You felt your breasts spill out your dress, crying out a whimpered “oh” when you felt her wet tongue swirled around your nipple.

“It’s a shame you won’t make it tonight,” she teases with a gratified sigh. “You and I still have a lot of things to discuss…”

Her free hand slides up your inner thigh, guiding themselves further until she pressed her fingers against your soaked panties.

“Starting with this.”

-> UTAHIME

Utahime takes another sip of her wine as her eyes fall to your chest. The white robe you were wearing started to unravel when you switched your position on top of the bed, and while you were distracted trying not to spill any wine on the luxury sheets of the hotel room, Utahime was busy ogling the outline of your cleavage.

Her natural instinct should have been to reach her hand forward and adjust your top for you, but instead she gulped down the dry red and felt her cheeks warm up at the thought of you being naked underneath all that fluffy fabric.

She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth, feeling the tips of her ears grow hot as her mind turns a little hazy.

She was desperate to push it over your shoulders, to see what you looked like underneath and feel how soft your skin felt against her touch. She would move her fingers gracefully like she was drawing circles on water, watch the goosebumps ripple across your skin as before trailing a line down to your navel, further and further until she reached the band of your underwear…

“Uta? Are you alright”

A tiny gasp escaped her when she felt your breath brush across her face.

She didn’t realize that you had moved closer, holding her cheek in your palm as you looked into her eyes with concern.

“Your face is all red,” you state with worry, and carefully remove the wine glass away from her grasp. “Maybe we should call it a night.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo x reader #geto x reader #utahime x reader #mei mei x reader #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagines #just dipping my toe into writing wlw lol

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colorseeingchick · 3 years ago

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We talked about this already, so here I am making my humble request to be matched up with a demon slayer boy....

I would include more information here but you know who I actually am 😤

(And I do wanna say congrats on 200!! Ily💕💕)

IS THIS??? MY BETA READER??? BLESSING MY ASKBOX???

You’ve subjected yourself to a hell you cannot escape. I’m so very excited to match you up with a boy I know little about from a fandom you know NOTHING about 🤩 I match you with….

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Now you might be asking, “En, why did you match me with this man?” well, there a couple of reasons. The first one is because you told me a few hours ago “as long as you don’t match me with the odd boar man, it’ll be okay.” While I do think the boar man is your soulmate, Sanemi is another good fit. Sanemi and you would have a wonderful banter established with a lot of play fighting but also a lot of support. Y’all are the types to be strong enough to deal with each other’s bs - and if that’s not love I don’t know what is.

Note to anyone who chooses to read this matchup :know that this shouldn’t be taken seriously LMAO I'm an anime only and know little of Sanemi so far! But I love him SO MUCH AHHH

Also shoutout @hoebirama7 for helping me learn about Sanemi more!

You’d meet Sanemi at the main estate where the head of the demon slayers live. Let’s say you were a demon slayer who was travelling with the main characters, Tanjiro, Nezuko, Zenitsu, and Inosuke (the boar man). You’d get pulled to the main estate with them. When there, you heard about how Sanemi did some crazy things to your little friend Nezuko (just like, stabbing her in front of her brother) and you were like “that’s so much.”

Your next thought was “who the fuck does this man think he is?” From there you swore you’d hate him and you’d square up with him on SIGHT. You were ready to throw verbal insults when you saw him.

He was casually in the Butterfly Estate (where you and the boys were resting to recover) and when you saw him, you just gave him a lookTM. He obviously didn’t take well to being sassed with his eyes, so he asked if you had a problem. And he was surprised when you said yes, said “You’re an ass,” and then you walked away. His eyes went wide and he was ready to throw a sarcastic comment back but you were already gone.

The next time he and you met was in the midst of battle. You were holding off a bunch of demons but accidentally injured your ankle, leaving you in the path of danger. That was when he came swinging in, taking all the demons out, and went to pick you up.

“Do I seem like some damsel in distress to you? I don’t need saving!”

“You don’t? Fine then.” He drops you (yes drops you) and walks away. Out of nowhere, another demon charges in to attack you, and while you prepare for the worst, the demon is beheaded before you realize it.

“Be stubborn later.” He picked you up and smirked a bit as you make a face but don’t reject his offer.

You met him a few days later, once again at the Butterfly Estate while you were healing up. But this time when you passed by him, you stopped him and said, “Hey, I just wanna say I do appreciate you saving me.”

“That’s not what you said the first time we met.”

“Well I still think you’re an ass.”

He scoffed, “Next time I’ll leave you to the demons,” before storming off again.

While you weren’t hesitant to tell him off to his face, you had to admit you did appreciate his muscles the way he saved you. So maybe you could be a little bit nicer to him. Only a little.

He heard of you next when he got a message that his brother was hurt and saved by another member of the corps - that member being you. He contemplated sending his messenger crow to thank you, but then he decided it was a weird thing to want to do, so he just went to go visit his healing brother. Luckily for him, you were there again.

“Are you always injured or…?” He asked when he saw you.

“Funny, because you’re here every time I am too, SO-”

“Brother, are you flirting?”

“Why the fuck are you out of bed? You were weak enough to get injured, and now you have the guts to talk back? Idiot.” Sanemi ripped into his younger brother on the spot before storming off. You ran into him later, and asked him about it. You saw what was going on.

“You care for him, you can admit that, right?”

“What?” He was taken aback.

“I’m the same way with my brothers -except, well, I’m not as… rough I guess. But all little brothers are dumb. But I know you do that outta love.”

You gave a small smile before leaving him be.

Let’s just say you left him a little shocked. He didn’t expect for someone to get it (even if you were skeptical of his method).

You two then got close when you were deployed on the same mission. It was full of a lot of back and forth ‘fighting’ which was banter. But you both agreed you loved hating on Giyuu (the love of my life who you said had a long face >:( ) and it was an odd bonding point for you two.

You found yourself becoming fond of the explosive and skilled man. And as he spent more time with you, listened to your random stories, and realized he saw eye to eye with you (even though you were better at expressing your thoughts), he developed a soft spot for you.

Settling down as a demon slayer was a tough thing to do. And yet, as he finished his mission with you, he realized he didn’t want you to be in anymore danger - and that he’d like to protect you as well.

He wouldn’t really ask you out. Like, it was such an odd thing for him to do. But when another demon slayer was being very flirty with you, he found himself getting ready to fight. Luckily you beat him to the punch by turning down the man.

He asked you why you did.

“Wasn’t interested in being with him.”

“...What about me? Are you, uh… interested in being with me?” He wasn’t used to saying stuff like that at ALLLL.

You’d look at him and go, “I’ll give it a go.”

In a relationship, Sanemi would find you to be surprisingly supportive. You were so good at validating his feelings and actions ( you were his lovely enabler). But you weren’t afraid to question his impulsive decisions, and he came to respect that, too. You were a respectable partner.

You on the other hand would probably appreciate the care he has to give. While he wasn’t a himbo, he had the heart of one. He was surprisingly caring, good at remembering small details, and very observant of your state of being. Though he would never say anything, he’d show it all through his actions. He’d bring you your favorite food, and would always listen to all your crazy mission stories.

He’d even manage to go with you to one of the sports events of the time. Though he didn’t know what was going on, he loved the way your face lit up when you were angry at the players, engaging with the plays, and just overall so lively. He thought it was so fun to see that side of you.

He’d also open up to you about his relationship with his brother. While it was tough, he enjoyed knowing you had his back and continued to share with you. You were a good listener.

When on longer missions apart, you’d send your crows to send updates to one another just to make sure the other was okay.

All in all y’all have a funny banter filled relationship that also was very supportive and soft. It may have started off with you two being enemies, but it ends with lovers HEHE my favorite

Just what you deserve :D

~~~

THis is what you asked for Ma'am but I also asked you to send one so I hope you don't hate me indefinitely after this pls continue to beta read my anime content THANK YOUUUU

#csc hits 200 #colorseeingchick milestone

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theunderdogwrites · 4 years ago

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In Defense of Marilyn Manson

Just kidding.

This is another one of those ‘if you live under a rock, you might not know what is going on’ pieces. But because this story appears to be unfolding daily, I’d think you’ve heard a murmur here or there even if you haven’t really paid too much attention to it because for many, I think this may fall into the “that guy has been a messed-up weirdo for years so I’m not surprised” category.

Please note that in NO WAY I am making fun of this situation, but I learned a long time ago that I require a certain amount of humor to be able to digest much of what this world presents to me.

As always, let me give you the Coles Notes version with the hopes you will go and do your own reading as well.

On February 1 actress Evan Rachel Wood posted this on her Instagram:

"The name of my abuser is Brian Warner, also known to the world as Marilyn Manson. He started grooming me when I was a teenager and horrifically abused me for years. I was brainwashed and manipulated into submission. I am done living in fear of retaliation, slander or blackmail. I am here to expose this dangerous man and call out the many industries that have enabled him, before he ruins any more lives. I stand with the many victims who will no longer be silent."

Quick history lesson – They started dating in 2007 when she was 18 and he was 34 and were engaged for a brief time in 2010.

This was Manson’s response to what she wrote:

"Obviously, my art and my life have long been magnets for controversy, but these recent claims about me are horrible distortions of reality. My intimate relationships have always been entirely consensual with like-minded partners. Regardless of how - and why - others are now choosing to misrepresent the past, that is the truth."

Since the original statement on February 1 a number of women have come forward with stories of their own ranging from physical and emotional abuse to human trafficking. And everyday something new is revealed. Evan Rachel Woods is feverishly posting on her Insta-Story and is slowly burying Manson in an ocean of consequences. She isn’t “fired up” or “a woman scorned”, she is a victim rising above the shame she has felt and the fear of what others will say about her to tell her story and encourage others to do the same. She is the voice that started the ball rolling. The ball that is about to crush Marilyn Manson.

Whenever I write stuff that is currently being heavily featured in the media, I always dive into articles so I can get as much information as possible. But more importantly, I plunge my sensitive little soul into the murky depths known as “the comments section”. I do this because unlike those polished, finished pieces the comments section will give you a better idea of what your fellow human beings think and feel about the topic at hand. And it is never polished or even polite. And often not for the faint at heart. In case you didn’t already know – people can be quite terrible.

The comments section is the modern-day gladiator pit. Only most (not all) of the participants are not ripped, athletic warriors but rather drooling basement dwellers with one hand down their pants (not gender specific by the way) and the other hand maltreating the letters on their keyboard.

Side note: Look, I am not the grammar police as I often just push past all the warnings from the Gestapo editing program in Microsoft Word. BUT I know the value of proper spelling, well placed punctuation and valid attempts to appear smarter than a domesticated turkey by making sure sentences are well-thought out and complete. Raising your argument doesn’t mean USING ALL CAPS AND ABUSING THESE THINGS -> !!!

I just deleted three paragraphs going over the recent “reckoning” that has taken place in the past few years with regards to sexual and physical abuse accusations against (mostly) men in positions of some kind of power. I eliminated all that writing because I started to tumble off topic. I’m not writing about all the dicks now getting their comeuppance, but rather the reactions to it being Marilyn Manson’s turn in the chamber.

Victim shaming is sadly a real thing.

The easiest way I can explain this to you – if a person gets pickpocketed and then blamed because they should’ve known better than to carry their wallet in their back pocket.

Evan Rachel Woods and others have come out to accuse Manson of some pretty appalling acts of abuse and what I’ve found to be the biggest reaction is, “How did they not know he was a bad guy? His music is so graphic and they thought it was all an act? Why did they stay so long?”. As innocent as those questions might seem, and I say that because our brains don’t always serve us or others well, it is a form of discrediting those women. Let’s be honest here… it’s hard to look at Marilyn Manson and his art form and not say, “What the fuck, this guy has bad idea written all over him!”. I feel that is a perfectly reasonable response, but that is where it should end. I think it is fair to pause and attempt to understand the choices of others, but it’s heartless to minimize their experience by placing blame on them for a situation we couldn’t possibly understand if it has never happened to us.

And like I’ve quoted before: People only understand from their level of perception. But that doesn’t stop them from laying on the judgement and damaging already fragile individuals with their inability to show compassion for a fellow human being. Reading through comment sections isn’t just maddening, it’s disappointing and sad but also a real look into how awful many people feel about themselves… to the point where they seem to derive some pleasure or satisfaction from condemning a rape victim for wearing a short skirt and getting drunk.

So… we have to touch on this to be balanced: innocent until proven guilty. Only these days it’s an automatic trial by media with the public acting as judge, jury and executioner. This is where “cancel culture” steps in and within days can destroy an entire career / life. I am not a fan of cancel culture. It does not give people a chance to learn from their mistakes or make amends as it immediately harms their very existence. Often times even before any proof has surfaced. I don’t think I need to tell you how dangerous this is… the fact that just an accusation could ruin your life.

Let me make this clear: if someone comes forward and claims they’ve been sexually assaulted/abused, they need to be taken seriously and not dismissed based upon the circumstances, their gender identity, the color of their skin, their economic position or profession or the person they’re accusing. In turn, the individual being accused should be given time to address the claims before the public begins demolishing their life.

A reoccurring comment in almost all these cases where someone comes forward and alleges abuse YEARS after it happened, is – “Why did they wait so long to come forward?”.

Is this a fair question? Sure. And I feel it is asked because our brain needs to find a way to understand the information we are being given. Because while we’d all like to think that if in the same situation we’d be unfuckable with and anyone who dared to bring damage to our doorstep would immediately suffer the consequences, we actually cannot predict our reaction. There are too many unknown variables to be able to confidently say we’d instantly speak up and seek retribution.

The fear of not being believed. The fear of being blamed. The fear of rejection. The fear of retaliation from the person being accused. The fear of being forever defined by your experience. The fear.

It does not matter the why, what matters is the chance they’ve taken by speaking up at all. Those who come forward should be embraced, not ridiculed. Not abandoned. Not criticized.

“Don’t ask why victims wait so long to speak up. Ask what systems were in place to keep them quiet”. Anonymous

I own a few Marilyn Manson CD’s. And I’ve even attended one of his concerts. Would I say I am a fan? Probably a number of years ago I was but truthfully, I’ve not paid attention to any of his music in recent years because I feel it devolved while my taste evolved. That’s not a slam against him or anyone who fancies his work, it’s more a statement on how I’ve matured and now seek out music that feels authentic to me.

The one concert I attended was opened by Courtney Love. I know, what a duo to pay money to see. Near the end of Manson’s set he made a disparaging remark about Love and trashed her music. At the time he was wearing some pretty hefty platform shoes so it made it all the more hilarious when from out of nowhere she charged like a rhino and tackled him to the stage; throwing punches at his head all the way down. When he finally was able to get up, he announced the show was over. There would be no encore and then him and his bandmates trashed the stage in a temper tantrum worthy of a toddler Napoleon. Still makes me laugh to this day.

Shoutout to Evan Rachel Wood and her most recent movie ‘Kajillionaire’. Watched it on demand about a month ago and it’s a brilliant comedy that will also pull at your heart. I highly recommend you give it a chance.

Check out the trailer:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xiMPCevu8Wk

#evan rachel wood #victim shaming #marilyn manson #comments section #kajillionaire

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freddieofhearts · 4 years ago

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Bye bye, dears (for now!)

I know there have been a lot of rumours and some posts about me leaving, so here I am to set the record straight and say a quick ‘au revoir’. This post is long, and I don’t expect everyone to read the whole thing—if you just want information on how to keep in touch, or about access to my removed fics, scroll to the bottom. ⬇️

Why are you leaving?

Firstly, of course I’m not leaving Freddie. This is just an ongoing hiatus from the social side of fandom, because while I have some incredible friends here, who have done all they can to support me and have made this experience wonderful in lots of ways—it’s also true that the social space has become more and more toxic for me.

I get a wild amount of hate. Despite never having my ask box enabled on here, people create new accounts just to message me and tell me all the problems in this fandom are my fault, that I’m faking being sick, that I should kill myself, that I’m fat, etc. I also very regularly get hateful comments on AO3.

Obviously I realise that I’m not the only one who receives these cruel attacks, but it’s become increasingly hard to handle them—especially as some people (‘real’ accounts, not faceless anons) do continue to blame me for wider problems in the fandom. It makes me feel consistently sad, anxious, and paranoid, so that I can’t focus on anything Queen-related that I enjoy.

More pressingly, it’s affected my mental health, which is—imperfect at the best of times. As I’ve occasionally alluded to in older posts on this blog, I have a history of anorexia, OCD, PTSD, and some other overlapping issues. Most people who know me in the fandom are also aware that I’m ‘clinically extremely vulnerable’ to Covid-19, significantly immunocompromised, and have been isolating at home for eleven months.

The combination of all of these things + the constant toxic messages has really been triggering me, and leading to an uptick in disordered behaviours, which my body cannot sustain. Every new instance of hate from an anon—every time there’s another indication of groups in the fandom wanting to ostracise me further—my reaction is deeply self-punitive and unhealthy. Ultimately I need to be out of this environment for, at least, a protracted period. My therapist, my partner and my close friends in the fandom support this decision.

So, what went wrong?

In 2019, I expected to be an absolutely tiny blog in the Queen Tumblr landscape. The fandom was already well-established, and I have never worked to ‘build a following’ on here—I think I’ve linked my own fic a maximum of three or four times!—in fact, more or less the opposite. As I mentioned above: ya girl is nutty as a fruitcake. As a result, I often avoid extremely niche things in daily life which cause severe anxiety for me, Relevant examples here: I never look at my timeline. I never intentionally look at my follower number. Yup, it’s strange, I fully admit it, but it’s best for me to go with these things—usually. In Queen fandom, however, this avoidance both of analytic stats and of most direct engagement led to some problems... My followers grew without me realising, and way more people were reading my blog than I was aware of. I was still in a—“Wow, this fandom is very frustrating, and rife with ableism, racism, etc., so how do we fix this???”—mindset, and I wanted to share my opinions, sure! but I also thought I was sharing them with 15-20 like-minded people.

Now, intent is not impact, and I recognise that I was brusque, didn’t phrase things particularly sensitively, and absolutely did hurt some people by criticising the fandom so freely. I still regret this—and I regret just as much the fact that some assholes have used my criticising the fandom on my own blog as implicit justification for attacking authors. I have said on here many times that I don’t condone that behaviour—but I also think there’s some truth in the presumption that these anonymous malcontents felt my critiques somehow ‘permitted’ them to engage in abuse. For the first few months, though, I genuinely had no idea there was a link at all—and so I was initially slow to condemn this abusive behaviour in public, because I was taking it for granted all authors agreed it was shitty. It took someone directly telling me (shoutout to @a-froger-epic) that people had identified a connection between my posts and the anons, before everything fell into place.

I would like to offer my apologies to the fandom at large for not being more quick on the uptake about this, because I feel that had I realised sooner that these people were taking ‘inspiration’ in some way from me, it might have been easier to put a stop to it. It does seem that there is still a lot of confusion about whether I support them and which of their views I agree with. Let’s be 100% clear on this: I do not support the anonymous commenters on AO3. At times there is some, limited overlap between parts of their views and parts of mine, but even that is less than you may think—I often see anonymous comments from so-called ‘Freddie fans’ that I substantially disagree with.

Perhaps even more importantly: I do not support anyone who sends anonymous hate on Tumblr.

What’s all this about ‘overlap’ with the anons?

Let’s do a mini-summary of the myths vs. the truth. There are views I hold which are genuinely unpopular in the fandom—but which I own up to completely, and have never tried to hide in any way. I’ve never needed to use anonymous to share my opinions because I’m completely open about them! What people who don’t know me tend to have ‘heard’ about me, though, is usually a drastic distortion of my real opinions.

What people think I think:

- Freddie should never top.

- It’s okay to send anon hate if someone writes Freddie ‘wrong’.

- It’s more important to correct ‘wrong’ portrayals than to respect other writers.

- It’s inherently wrong to be more interested in band pairings than canon pairings.

- Freddie should be overtly written as a r*pe survivor/victim (and not doing this is wrong).

- Freddie should be overtly written as having an eating disorder (and not doing this is wrong).

- Kink fics are wrong.

What I actually think:

- I believe Freddie did have a strongly defined sexual identity with marked preferences, but I don’t think Jim Hutton lied when he said that Freddie topped. I believe Freddie did top, but this isn’t the time or place to get into my thoughts on why/when/how much. I do believe that my analysis of the sources relevant to this subject is as historically accurate as one can reasonably be in matters of sex (where historical accuracy will always be particularly limited and imperfect)—but I don’t think it’s morally wrong to write Freddie as topping more than he probably did.

- I don’t believe there’s only one ‘right’ version of Freddie (all others being ‘wrong’). I do believe it is possible to be more right or less right—but I’m also conscious of the fact that this scale of value is not one by which everyone measures fanfiction. As a result, then, I don’t think that any perceptions surrounding ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ justify sending anonymous, non-constructive criticism, or outright hate.

- I do believe constructive criticism is a good thing. I welcome and appreciate it myself; I have received it on my fics in Queen fandom, and it has made them better. I have been in writing workshops which included very forceful criticisms, and the value of such feedback has been intimately and immediately part of my life as a writer for years. However: in this case, I have accepted that my opinion differs from the general community preference, and so I no longer offer any constructive criticism (outside private beta-reading). I haven’t changed my view, but I’ve changed my practice to align with community norms.

- I do not think any single, individual writer has a personal responsibility to write about Freddie Mercury in any given way. That ranges from including the more distressing topics to which I’ve devoted attention (such as trauma)—to concentrating on ‘canon’ pairings like Jimercury—to, even, focusing on Freddie at all.

“Now, that doesn’t sound like you, @freddieofhearts,” you might be thinking. And I know it doesn’t; I think something I’ve done a poor job of articulating is the difference between how I view each individual fan—namely, as free to shape their creative experience at will, even in ways that I might find distressing or offensive; even in ways that you might find distressing or offensive—and the way I view the Collective. I think people have interpreted some of my critiques of ‘Queen Fandom’ as meaning something like: “You-in-particular, a specific Queen fan, are doing it wrong and should change everything about how you do it; also you don’t really care about Freddie.”

And—that’s not it. What any given fan, as an individual, does, isn’t a problem. And that can be true alongside—concurrently with—a multivalent critique of how the fandom is lacking in representation of Freddie’s life, with all that that (wonderful, deservedly celebrated, but also profoundly traumatic) life entailed. I still hold that view; I still have myriad problems with ‘the fandom’ (structurally, collectively, historically and presently—from the 1990s to the 2020s). Some of what I want to work on (away from the social life of fandom) is expressing those critiques with greater nuance, in ways that can’t be misinterpreted as shading any particular fanfiction author or subgenre of story.

In brief: I haven’t changed my mind, but I think Tumblr is an untenable environment in which to discuss the things I want to analyse, especially as there is an ever-present danger of hurting someone.

Can we keep in touch? Where is the fic?

I will drop by this account periodically to check out posts that friends have sent me, so you can always sent me a private message to ask for my contact details on the other app that I’m using now for fandom friends. Multiple Freddie conversations and projects are going on over there, off-Tumblr, with a much ‘gentler’ environment and no bad actors—I personally love it!

All my fic has been downloaded and saved. I don’t want to deal with constant harassment on AO3, but I’m happy to share a copy with anyone who missed it and wants to read/re-read something. I also saved everyone’s lovely comments and thoughtful con-crit, so none of that has been lost or erased.

Thank you to everyone who welcomed me to the fandom, made me think, taught me, shared with me, sent me into fits of the giggles, collaborated with me creatively, and otherwise made this one hell of a ride! Love you all. ❤️

#au revoir my dears #lil gay bby

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old-primavera-cerezos · 4 years ago

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top 5 of 2020

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (ish) favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

thank you @rockmarina @the-starryknight @onbeinganangel and @prolix- for the tags! I kept forgetting to actually do this, but here it is :)

first I’d like to say I am really proud of myself for 2020. I published 14 fics for a total of 26k words, which is a big jump from 2019′s 5 fics. I’m stoked to keep going and growing.

in no particular order:

like this and like this: my first finished fest fic! also by far my most popular fic. also ALSO the first time I commissioned art from my own fic - the ridiculously talented @zigster-ao3 captured my favorite scene perfectly.

apple juice and peach: I heard the dodie song and knew I had to give it to linny. I put so, so much of myself into this little ficlet. all those scared, confused denial feelings, the loneliness Ginny feels--that’s straight from baby Seth’s heart. shoutout to @kittycargo for enabling me (though let’s be real, that could be said for almost any fic on this list <3)

growing: this was accidentally the second fic I titled ‘growing’ because I couldn’t think of anything else. it’s my least popular fic of 2020, but I really like it still. I love the idea of Draco finding his deficits after the war and learning new things. I also really like masculine Draco and this was definitely written in response to seeing a ton of femme-sub-bottom Draco. (:

kiss me in the doorway: this was my favorite of the year. I loved exploring this new relationship sweetness. the song that the title came from is one of my all-time favorites (make out by Julia Nunes); the feelings came from my own relationship. also--I had this like 80% written and wasn’t happy with it, so I started over and took a risk with the past/present/past/present narrative. I’m proud of myself for that.

home is where the nifflers are: what a fun little adventure this was! I was doing a drabble raffle and my partner submitted a prompt because they have always wanted me to put a niffler in a fic. when I did the random number generator and they won, I decided to go all-out and stuff all their favorite elements into the drabble. then the drabble became a ficlet...then it moved into oneshot territory... but it was really fun to research all the magical creatures and think of names and personalities for them. :) plus I loved making the creature guide!

whew! what a year it’s been. I can’t think of anyone to tag, but if you’re a creator and seeing this, please do it and tag me! I’d love to see some other lesser-known writers/artists like myself <3 :)

#top 5 #self rec #drarry #linny #i was tagged

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horrormaestro-aaa · 4 years ago

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wow , just wow. as of october 7th , 2020 it has officially been one year since i launched jackie’s original blog. now , her concept as a whole began much , much earlier. july 23rd , 2019 to be exact. i knew i wanted to delve into the world of stephen king , i knew that i wanted to do something different , i knew that i wanted to take a novel that i’d always loved with characters i always loved , & give them life through someone else’s story. ariel “ jackie ” torrance was the product of that. i did not ever think i’d get off the ground with her , as she’s a female original character & the rpc can be . . . well , the rpc. but thanks to some pretty awesome people , she’s taken on such a life of her own with eight original arcs spanning four decades of her life. she has such a detailed biography that only writing out five of those has the word count at just over 6,000 words.

she’s truly my favorite brainchild out of writing for twelve years & i’ve met so many amazing people while writing her. so many amazing people that have pushed me to go farther when i was ready to throw in the towel on her. i don’t know that she & this blog would be around today had it not been for the lovely beans i’ve met along the way & continue to express their admiration for her character. so i wanted to make this post as a thank you. thank you for listening to my 3 am rambles about the tiniest headcanons. thank you for enabling her impulsive & reckless behavior at times so that she has to be put in uncomfortable situations to grow. thank you for always believing in me & my ability to tell a story even when life has thrown me the wildest of curveballs & i don’t get to be as active as i once was.

i’m going to give a couple of little shoutouts below the cut , & then in no particular order i’d like to thank some of the people who have been by my side since jackie’s beginning. if you aren’t listed because we’re recently mutuals / friends , please don’t take offense. i adore you all & it’s such a pleasure to see you & write with you , but as a huge milestone in her creation & growth , i’d like to give credit to those who helped keep jackie around for you to meet her.

first , to the dan to my jackie , the steve to my bucky , my loveliest virgo wife : annie , you have always been there to encourage me to push boundaries with her , push her out of her comfort zone. get inventive & creative , to develop npcs with such depth that could have lives of their own too. when i told you about jackie as a mere concept , you didn’t hesitate to make a blog for dan. you’ve helped me strengthen the bond between jackie & the only family she ever needs. you’ve helped me give her such fantastically deep flaws within her torrance genes , but a relationship with her cousin that allows her to be seen as more than a “ mary sue ” relative oc. your love of stephen king reignited my own burning flame & i love you so , so much. trust when traveling is safer , i’m cashing in those flight vouchers. we will go ask mr. king about dan’s true timeline. bet. // @neverreallyend , @prouddov , @descriptionbegins , @spiritsfound

next , someone i’ve known for going on four years now. my softest bean & the other 1/3 of the triple virgos , joey : even when you weren’t on tumblr , you’d always love jackie. like , writing on discord ? just even listening to my rambling about her ? chef kiss. you’ve been alongside annie where when i wanted to give up on her or shit got rough with anything , you had my back. you supported me on this journey & always encouraged ultimate creativity. i cannot thank you enough for that or just the friendship you’ve honored me with. // @notdoriangray

another person i’ve known for four years , but arguably has enabled most of the dumbest shit jackie has gotten herself into. my chaotic fire sign partner in crime , holly : bro. you’re literally one of the hardest working people i’ve ever met , & because of that , there’s been times where we don’t talk as much or as often. but we always stay in contact no matter what. when i spout off random ass ideas or come to tell you what dramatic or thotty shit jackie’s gotten herself into this time , you tell me to spill the tea. but it’s also gotten me into personal peril , toxic friendships that you could see through & help me be a better person in the end for. & you always build jackie up when i feel insecure. if that’s not a real one , idk what is dudeski , but i love you ! // @desireforged , @createdestino , @sharpsensations

my significant annoyance , cas : you were 100% jackie’s first ship. well , isaac was. you get it. i didn’t expect anyone to want to ship with her , let alone develop something over a year in the making. it’s insane to me how loyal you are both as a friend & jackie supporter. i can tell you the dumbest shit about her & all you do is acknowledge how dumb it is but then also support her. i think i love her [ jackie ] has become your catchphrase at this point. but her connections to isaac & bruce have helped me establish her comfort in romantic relationships so , so , so much. you have no idea. it leaves me shooketh how much i adore you & everything you’ve done to help keep jackie’s muse alive. // @scarfwere , @milletant

fellow non – binary taika waititi lovebot , pantu : what started as me geeking over how well thought out & conceptualized tj is & how astounded i was at the originality has turned into the most excellent of friendships. you’re so fucking talented both with writing & in general ( elizabeth schuyler is that u ? ) & i’m so thankful to call you my friend. along with friendship re : jackie & tj , you’ve helped me establish another sense of how jackie might respond to romantic intimacy with kc. someone who is something more than temporary. & the plot we have with @multides in her it verse ? you & ash both with eddie & danny have made me fall so in love with how jackie sees a child with shit parents & instinctively wants to protect them. wants to guard them with her life. it’s yet another dimension to her that i couldn’t have discovered without you & ash. thank you , babes. // @glittervcins , @inmarcesiblcs

& now for everyone else who has always me feel so fucking great on any of the blogs i’ve had jackie on. the ones that are no doubt a reason she’s still here today & the ones who make me so damn happy she is. again , this is in no particular order & if we’re newly mutuals please don’t take offense to not being on here. also , if you have more than one blog i’ve only listed one.

@clownwork // @familiartm // @fuckingvictus // @multides // @thunderbringer // @dukecrocker // @troubldtwn // @dyingbrced // @snowbrn // @lustsfcrlife // @scribedhorror // @killedminds // @stapcs // @storiescrafted // @agtwarren // @starlyht // @kxngslxyer

#/ it's a couple of hours early & i'll reblog it tomorrow but !!!#𝐨𝐨𝐜. 𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙾 ✩ ﹕ positivity.#𝐨𝐨𝐜. 𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙾 ✩ ﹕ rae says.#𝐨𝐨𝐜. 𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙾 ✩ ﹕ save ﹠ smile.

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t100ficrecsblog · 4 years ago

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an interview with @changingthefairy-tale

What are you working on right now? Right now, I’m focused on BellarkeFic-for-BLM (I just got an amazing canon prompt I’m really excited to finish). I’ve also been participating in this round of the Chopped Challenge, which has been fun and challenging. In between prompts, I’ve got two WIPs that I’m slowly cranking through. Shoutout to every single reader who’s been incredibly patient while I’ve been so slow on those updates — though, reminder that you can donate to a BLM organization (even a $3 donation works) and request an update to get those higher on my prio list while I’m focused on that initiative.

What’s something you’d like to write one day? My absolute dream job and the ultimate goal is to become a showrunner for a prime time TV show. I love TV shows — I love the way actors and directors and crew take a script and breath life into it, I love how you take a general idea for a story and mold it into something amazing as you go, I love how a series gives a story more time to be fleshed out and explored, I love the concept of a writers room and collaborating on a story. It’s a different ballgame from fic writing (which I do for fun) and travel writing (which I do for a living), but I’m determined to make it happen. JRoth, I’m coming for your job, babe. 😉

What is the fanwork you’re most proud of? I’m still really new to fic writing, especially compared to some of the powerhouse writers in this fandom. And I’m sure one of my WIPs (when finished) will probably supersede this. BUT, my one-shot about Madi calling Bellamy on The Ring (She called you for 2,199 days) is something I’m really proud of. I’m a long-winded writer, so one-shots have never come naturally to me. This one just…clicked. It’s got some good lines in there that I’m proud of, and based on the feedback I’ve gotten, it really made readers feel something and connect to the story. It’s not my longest story or my most thought-out. But it shows my growth as a writer these past few months, and I’m proud of that.

Why did you first start writing fic? I started writing fic as a creative outlet for my writing. My day job is writing about travel and credit cards. And while I enjoy that, it’s just not as creative. My dream is to write for a TV show though, and I was craving a way to flex my creative writing muscles in a low-stress way. I started watching The 100 when it first came out, but I didn’t really get into the fandom until I came back to the show during the S5/6 hiatus. That’s when I started reading fics and reblogging stuff about the show on Tumblr. During the S6/7 hiatus, I had this idea for a Greys Anatomy AU, and my sister (who is also a major fan of the show) was like, “You literally write things for a living. If you want to write a Grey’s AU for t100, there is absolutely nothing stopping you.” I published my first chapter on that The Choices We Make in Dec. 2019, and the rest is history.

What frustrates you most about fic writing? For me, I think that the most frustrating thing isn’t even about fic writing itself; it’s the fact that it’s a side-hobby and not something I can dedicate my full attention to. When you write all day for your day job, then do some for your freelance gig, and then turn around and try to write for a few hours every night for fic… that gets hard sometimes — especially since starting quarantine where I’m not traveling, going out with friends, getting a break from it, etc. Fic writing is a creative release for me, and I absolutely love crafting and writing these stories that involve some of my favorite fictional characters. And I love interacting with other writers and fic readers, I love talking about ideas and exchanging headcanons and fangirling over my favorite writers’ works. But (because there’s always a but), sometimes I just don’t have the mental energy or capacity to write at the end of the day when I’ve turned in 3 deadlines for work. I’ve got all these ideas floating in my head, but only so much time and mental energy I can dedicate to it.

What are your top five songs right now? Oh boy. So I live alone, which means I’ve got either music or Netflix on in the background 24/7 because ya girl doesn’t like silence. I have a different playlist for different moods. I’ll share my fav song from each of those playlists. Lol Fvck Somebody by The Wrecks (On my “Summer state of mind” playlist for when I wanna dance it out in my kitchen like an idiot)

Don Quixote by Drapht (On @talistheintrovert’s “My Good Bitch Murphy” playlist for when I’m feeling *edgy*)

that way by Tate McRae (On my “Pandemic Jams” playlist bc I like angsty music and this song is a Bellarke MOOD)

Washington on Your Side from Hamilton (On my “Feeding my Broadway Obsession” playlist for when I wanna sing show tunes and plot overthrowing the government)

Tea by Noah Davis (Shameless plug for Noah bc it’s a bop and I literally dated Noah’s older brother in junior high — so proud of this kid for making his dreams a reality)

What are your inspirations (books, songs, other fic, really good cake)? All of the above, except I like pie more than cake. lol But really, I kind of use everything around me for inspiration. “The Choices We Make” is inspired by my love of Grey’s Anatomy. “Intertwining your soul (with somebody else)” is inspired my the first draft of my YA novel (though the setting was adapted to a grounder canonverse AU). “The Day He Shut That Rocket Door” and “She called you for 2,199 days” were inspired by @historyofbellarke‘s headcanons that were brought up in S7 speccing conversations (shoutout to her for enabling my angsty ass). My most recent WIP “There are some things written in the stars” that I started as part of Chopped (but will continue because I’m obsessed with the idea) is inspired by my love of Timeless. And I have an entire Notion database filled with fic ideas — some one-shots and some multi-chapter fics — that are inspired by quotes, songs, conversations with friends, books I love, shows I adore, random HCs that pop into my head while I watch, my own life experiences, etc. I take inspiration in any form it decides to come in. 💕

What first attracted you to Bellarke? What attracts you now? I’m a ho for enemies to lovers — the idea that you can put your worst foot forward and show someone all the ugly parts of you… and that they’ll see that and somehow look past it to see the good stuff too, falling in love with your whole self instead of just the pretty parts. Yeah, it’s my favorite romance trope. And that tension is what originally drew me to Bellarke. Now, it’s a combination of things. I love each of these characters in their own right. I relate to Clarke in a lot of ways, and I aspire to be her level of badass. I straight adore Bellamy Blake (flaws, stupid decisions, and all) and would marry him in a heartbeat if he were real — I’m not even kidding. lol But I also love their dynamic. They are partners, best friends, perfect compliments to the other. They see each other in a way no one else does, and they are the one person the other constantly risks everything for. They are both so driven by their responsibilities to their people, yet that all typically goes out the window the moment the other is at risk. I don’t believe in soulmates in real life, but it’s nice to get to believe in this fictional world that they are just made for each other.

BESIDES Bellarke, what character or pairing do you like best on t100? My favorite character besides Bellarke is John Murphy. His arc has been BY FAR the best on this show, going from that little shit in S1 to this “asshole we love” in the middle to now a true hero in this final season. And through it all Richard Harmon has been amazing to watch on screen.

My favorite pairing besides Bellarke is Linctavia. Yes, that ship is problematic in a lot of ways, but I still loved their dynamic. Lincoln helped Octavia navigate this new world that she was so desperate to be apart of while being mindful of her safety. And I thought they were a good match — he helped tame her fire without putting it out, and she helped challenge the way he was raised. Given time, I think they could have become one of the most stable and loving relationships on t100. Of course, that couldn’t happen because Jason needed Bell’s actions in 3A to have heartbreaking consequences, O to spiral for her own character journey, and whatever mess happened off-screen between Ricky and him. But they still remain my favorite ship aside from Bellarke.

Why did you decide to start writing for bellarkefic-for-blm? The second I saw that Sam was planning on doing this, I reached out to ask how I could help/write/be involved. The BLM movement is so important, and this is an amazing way for me to contribute while pursuing my passions. It’s a way for the fandom to get involved and do something good. And ultimately, this helps organizations that need donations. Shameless plug for everyone to please go check out the Bellarke Fic for BLM page — check out the many amazing writers and artists we have participating, and send in prompts. Most of us are allowing WIP chapter update requests, and there are a number of us (myself included) who are matching donations made! No donation is too small, and you’ll be supporting a movement that is a necessity in the U.S. and beyond.

What’s your writing process like? My mind is literal chaos, so I plan and outline like hell in order to make sense of everything. When I get an idea for a fic, it goes on my Notion database. Within Notion, I write down my inspiration for the idea, and a pretty in-depth summary of where I want the fic to go — dialogue ideas, any feelings/emotions I want to invoke, literally just a brain dump of all my ideas. From there, I’ll arrange that brain dumb into an outline. If it’s a one-shot, I’ll generally write the whole thing in the Notion doc. But multi-chapter fics will get a checklist within Notion for me to keep track of progress, and I’ll actually write the fic in Google Docs. I generally start writing from the beginning of a story, but if I get stuck or have an idea for a later scene, the fact that I’ve outlined heavily allows me to jump around as ideas come to me. I’ll read each one-shot or chapter after I’m done to make sure it flows before publishing. I post chapters for my WIPs as I write them, which I should really stop doing. lol For my readers’ sakes, I should work ahead and publish on a schedule rather than making them wait for my slow ass to finish chapter to chapter. But right now, that’s my process!

What are some things you’d like to recommend? Oh goodness, too many fics to possibly name. Instead, I’ll link to my AO3 rec bookmarks (which isn’t all-inclusive of the amazing fics I’ve read in this fandom, but it’s got some good favs in there) and shout out all of our awesome Bellarke Fic for BLM writers. Y’all should check out their work (and send in prompts)!

Where’s the best place to find you (twitter? tumblr?) I’m @changingthefairy-tale on Tumblr and @changingthefairy_tale on AO3! My ask box is always open for anyone who wants to scream about the show, ask about specs, talk about my fics, etc. Come say hey!

#bellarkefic for blm #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #john murphy #bellarke #bellarkefic for blm interviews

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fandom-queenliness · 6 years ago

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The Breaking Part 3: Kagami

This is Part 5 of my Burning series, you can read the rest of it here.

Shoutout to @im-here-for-the-content for helping me with this!

This is shorter than my other pieces simply because Kagami does not beat around the bush and blunt as hell. Anyway, onto the pain!

The Breaking Part 3: Kagami

Kagami was not surprised when Chloe exited the elevator looking drained. She walked over to the chairs where they were seated and dropped down. Nino moved forward and asked how it went, and the blonde mumbled something about nearly snapping his wrist. Kagami felt pride at that. Agreste deserved to hurt for what he had done.

Marinette’s voice rang through her head and she flinched. The pain she spoke with—it killed Kagami. It made her want to break something.

A man exited the elevator and scanned the waiting room, when he spotted her he walked over, carrying a long object wrapped in white cotton. He bowed and offered it to her.

“Kagami-sama,” he greeted. “The package you requested.”

She nodded and grabbed it, holding it delicately in her hands. “Arigatō gozaimasu.” The man – an assistant of some sort – left.

Nino looked over to her. “What is it?”

“A symbol,” she answered, “a sword.”

Worry made its way onto his face. “Are you planning to kill him?”

She shook her head, running a finger along the black hilt. “I am not expecting it to ever be used. It is symbolic.”

Chloe’s head tilted but she did not comment. “Your turn. His secretary told me she wouldn’t announce you, just in case he calls security. She’s planning to quit after today anyway.”

Kagami nodded to the secretary, who was manning the desk a floor below Agreste’s office instead of her usual one right outside it. She held hate in her eyes for her boss.

She gripped the hilt of the sword and nodded to her friends, then headed for the elevator, jabbing the button. Her last look of her friends was Chloe wiping away tears as Nino comforted her.

Agreste looked up when Kagami walked in. He was holding his wrist close to his chest and she thanked Chloe for that. The betrayed look in his eyes was worth it.

“Agreste,” she greeted coldly, placing her package in the chair beside her. She remained standing.

He looked up from where he was leaning against the desk and grimaced. “Hey. Sorry, Chloe just dropped by. You think she’s mad?” He held up his bruising wrist jokingly and it set a fire within Kagami. He was joking, laughing, as his wife fell apart. The nerve, the selfishness—

She took a breath, steadying herself. She had words to say before her anger could be loosed.

“But can you believe it?” He asked, rubbing his wrist. “I thought Chloe would understand, growing up with politics and all. She at least should have understood why I would need to clear my name.” Agreste sighed. “She even thinks everyone would be against me. But you’re here, proving her wrong. I never would have expected she would…” he sighed and shrugged. “She’s just being dramatic. Hey, do you think I could use your phone to call Marinette? She hasn’t been answering my call—”

That was the final straw, assuming he had the right to talk to the woman he had hurt more than anyone else. Kagami held up a hand and he paused, puzzled.

With no emotion, she told him, “I am here to formally cut any connections with you.”

His smile dropped, he stared at her. “What?”

“I find myself unable to remain your business partner when you have committed acts that go against my morals and expectations of you,” she told him ruthlessly. A weight was lifted off of her with each word, like tiny anchors. “Any and all business between us is over. You will be getting calls from my lawyers later today.”

“Bu—but you’re my friend!” Agreste protested, sounding like a petulant child.

She held up a hand, and it took all of her mother’s training to keep it from trembling. “Are you addressing me as a business partner or a friend?”

“A friend. What else?” He said, still staring like a gaping fish.

“Excellent.” She pulled her arm back and punched him in the mouth. He fell against the desk with a dull thud.

“Wha—Kagami what the hell?!” Agreste shouted, holding a hand to his bloody mouth. She stared down at him, remorseless.

“You wanted your friend, well here I am,” she told him, spreading her arms. “I am the friend you lied to, the friend who loves your wife—evidently more than you do.”

Agreste scrambled away from her, behind the desk, trying to get out of her reach—useless.

“You are a stain upon your family, upon this world,” she told him, anger filling every word. “You betrayed your wife and friends. No longer can I look upon you without seeing a liar and a bastard.”

He tried to speak, made to put a hand forward but she pushed onwards. “You are without integrity, honesty and loyalty are absent from you.” She planted her hands on the desk and leaned forward. “You are a coward, you are weak.”

“I thought you would understand!” Agreste burst out, his own anger making itself known. “You grew up like me, you must understand what it’s like Kagami!”

“Keep my name out of your mouth,” she snarled over the desk. “I will not have cowards speak of me. Cowards who hide behind their family name and use their upbringing to justify their mistakes.” She slammed her fist down on the desk, making it rattle. “You are a grown man, you can no longer hide behind your father’s mistakes. Everything you have done is your own fault and you are weaker than I thought if you are attempting to blame it on a bad childhood.”

He stepped forward, glaring at her. “My reputation is all I have! Without out it— without it I am noth—"

“You think your reputation is all you have? What of your wife?” Kagami seethed. “Your friends? Your children? Or are those just things you may abandon, expecting them to remain where you left them? You are still that child who is blind to the harm he causes others, lost in your perfect world where nothing can go wrong. You are still that fool who is selfish enough to think Marinette will just fall into your arms, forgive you after a moment of anger. You won’t even let her feel anger! It’s been less than two hours and already you think you may speak to her.”

Marinette was worthless to him, she meant less than the words of others in his eyes. She was glad she had left her sabre at home, she would have killed him then and there.

She shook her head and stood up straight. “You expect her to love you no matter what you do, that she will accept your mistakes when she is the one hurt more than anyone else. It’s just like all those years ago when we went on that double date to that ice rink.” Oh, the silent tears Marinette had shed when she recounted it. Kagami wished she had realised then the pain Agreste was causing her. She would have told her to leave him before he hurt her even more.

“You were pining after Ladybug—Marinette herself—and thought it was acceptable to string me along, to ask me on a date when you were still not over her. I was fool enough to agree, to think I was helping you when all I was doing was enabling you. And you dragged Marinette along too, selfish even when you couldn’t see how hurt she was.”

Outrage flashed across Agreste’s face. “I didn’t know she was Ladybug! She never told me how she felt, how she—she was Marinette! And she agreed to that date, all on her own. It was her decision, you can’t blame that on me!”

“I can blame you for being blind!” Kagami shot back. “I can blame you for being selfish in every part of your life. I can blame you for being a characterless coward. I can blame you for so many things because you are idiot enough to not learn from your mistakes. I can blame you for playing Marinette’s heart then and breaking it now. I can blame you for denying her the chance to be with someone who cherishes her more than you ever could. Someone who has stood beside her and seen all the wrongs you have done and let her go regardless.”

Agreste gaped again. “Who—Luka? Marinette chose me over Luka all on her own! It was her choice!”

He still didn’t know about Felix, Kagami realised. He was still so blind that he couldn’t see the longing and love in his brother’s eyes whenever he looked at Marinette.

“You are a small-minded fool,” Kagami said instead. It wasn’t her place. “Marinette had options other than you then, and she has them now. She doesn’t need you, and only an idiot will think she wants you after what you have done. She has people who love her, and she doesn’t need an honourless husband.”

Agreste stomped forward, pointing a finger at her. “I—”

“You haven’t changed in all the years I have known you,” Kagami said over him. “You are still a passive aho. You are a child. You couldn’t even tell her of your disgusting deeds yourself, to her face you instead made it all public, so desperate to be seen in the best light you didn’t even pause to think of your family. The definition of selfish cowardice. Ruining any chance of leniency in an effort to avoid false drug charges.” She growled. “You’re an even bigger idiot than I could ever think. You have dishonoured your name and your family. You have tainted every memory anyone has of you with the betrayal you have committed. You have ruined anything and everything.”

“I—”

“Your children will look at you and they will see a monster. They will see you only as a shame. They will spend the rest of their life with the knowledge their father is a heartless beast that cared more for his own pleasures than them. You shall be their greatest regret, the man who tore their family apart over sex, not even love. You will no longer be their father, instead, all they will see is the man who broke their mother’s heart. They will hate you.”

He took a step back, eyes wide with shock before narrowing into rage. “Kagam—"

She didn’t give him a chance to speak, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down until he was sprawled across the desk. He let out a cry and looked up to her in fear. She grabbed his tie, pulling him up until he was nearly choking. “You are a stain upon this world,” she hissed. “An enemy to Marinette and her children. Your words are worth less than dirt. Nothing you say can be trusted after months of lies. You were weak enough to betray her, and you are no longer worthy to even call yourself hers. You have dishonoured her and everyone who loves you.” With that she let go of him, grabbed the package she had brought with her, unwrapping it and holding it up for him to see. The silver blade of the sword glinted in the light.

He gasped and scrambled away, pressing himself again the glass wall behind him in horror. “That—that’s a—”

“A wakizashi,” she finished ruthlessly. “The sword of ritual suicide. Samurai would fell themselves with their wakizashi to restore their honour.” She laid it down on his desk and met his eyes. “I leave you this not to tell you to kill yourself—even now I hold some regard for your health.” Her voice was bitter. “I leave this to you instead as a constant reminder of the crimes you have committed. The dishonour your actions have brought upon you and all who know you: Marinette, Emma, Hugo, Felix, Nino, Chloe, Alya, your father. Your mother.” He winced at that and she pressed on it. “You have dishonoured the woman who raised you by committing such acts against your family. You have dishonoured the dead and the living.”

She stared at him, at his shock and fear, and felt no guilt. “Goodbye Agreste. My lawyers will be calling.” She turned for the door.

He ran out from behind the desk, eyeing the wakizashi fearfully. As she touched the door handle he grabbed her arm. She froze, turning to look at him with only one eye.

“Please Kagami,” he begged. “We both know this doesn’t mean much. Marinette will forgive me, take back the wakizashi. See sense—”

She elbowed him in the gut and then kicked him in the ankle, putting all of her rage and loathing into the moves. He fell to the floor and she stood over him. She placed a foot on his chest and put weight on it, making him groan.

“Do not speak to me,” she hissed. “You are without integrity, without honour. Be thankful you are even breathing now.” She removed her foot, stalking to the door. She paused just outside, ignoring the looks some of the designers were giving her. Kagami stared down the coward she had once called friend with no regrets. “You are nothing.”

Adrien stared after her as she disappeared into the elevator, left lying on the ground with only the injuries she had given, the words she had said, and the wakizashi.

It felt really good to write this. Sometimes I wish I could punch Adrien too.

Anyway, next up is Nino’s part!

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horlxgerie · 5 years ago

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it’s probably valentine’s day somewhere? // accepting! @mahotoai

Sugar - What’s a term of endearment your OC enjoys being called? What term would they use for a friend and/or partner?

Vaï enjoys terms of endearments & romantic petnames, to a point where he’s not very picky with them... but he does have a bad tendency of calling people he cares about nicknames such as dude, buddy, pal, bro, my guy rather than anything that sounds romantic. This goes for both lovers as well as friends, & includes more intimate nicknames such as honey, sweetheart, darling, except in different contexts. He will call a partner darling when he wants to be gentle. He’ll call his friends honey when they’re being stupid.

Spice - How does your OC flirt with someone they’re interested in? How often does it work?

Badly. Or should we say that Vaï will show a somewhat flirty behavior around anyone he’s comfortable with, because he’s extremely open about his emotions & does not shy away from letting people know he cares about them. When it comes to a more romantic approach, Vaï will try to give little gifts, & very subtle hints that mean nothing. If it works or not will depend a lot on fate & even more so on luck --- a lot of the time, he’d rather not act on his feelings, than risk ruining a friendship.

Everything Nice - Does your OC have lots of friends? Who is their closest friend?

Oh yeah, Vaï loves meeting people & making friends, so it’s safe to say he has a lot of them! Or at the very least, that he talks with a lot of people. Vaï aims to be the kind of person that will become your friend fifteen minutes into the very first conversation you’ve ever had together. He’s an extroverted & very social person, the Truest Extrovert (tm) at the party, really. Best friends wise, on blog it is Shi’o, & other muns’ we have @mahotoai‘s Eris, as well as @talescfours‘s Sal, they seem to get along very well.

Cupid - What does your OC look for in a partner? What about a friend?

He looks for about the same things in both partners & friends, which kind of brings us back to the Spice point. Vaï is much more likely to fall in love with a close friend, than go out of his way to date & only date. He enjoys the presence of energetic, dynamic people who are up for a challenge & a good time, people who like going out to discover new things more than staying at home, who aren’t afraid of shaking up the routine a little & who definitely aren’t scared of a crowd or two! Personality-wise, Vaï looks out for honest, loyal people, with maybe something homely about them, that feels reassuring to be around, & who allow change without pushing for it when it’s not necessary. He’s in for a long, steady relationship, be it romantic or friendship. He’s not one for casual flings or not keeping in touch once he knows someone --- he’s a dedicated person at his very core.

Secret Admirer - Which OC from someone else’s WIP do you ship with one of your OCs?

I’m gonna assume it’s about Vaï, so... I’ve been shipping him on discord with @talescfours‘s Nikky & this girl’s patience with this boy’s idiocy is worth a Nobel Peace Prize you have to be ready to read kittie’s url a lot on this blog she enabled me to revamp the whole thing & add all these muses & live my dreams shoutout to kittie who no joke read me rambling about these demon muses years before i wrote them on tumblr

Rose - What is your OC’s sexuality?

Vaï’s asexual. He’s not touch repulsed at all, but he’s very much sex repulsed. Cuddles & snuggles, soft kisses, hair brushing session (good luck), holding hands, arms wrapped around shoulders or waist, he’s all for displays of affection. But he doesn’t want the sex.

Whisper - What’s a secret your OC is keeping from someone they love?

What lies beneath the eyepatch. It’s not a secret that both of his eyes are where they should be, so it’s not an injury that he’s mysteriously keeping hidden from view. Showing what’s underneath the eyepatch takes some trust from his part, but explaining it is a whole different ballgame.

Lace - What does your OC find most attractive in their partner(s)?

The confidence they have in themselves! Boisterous, brash confidence nearing on arrogance that’s shown to the whole world, quiet, reserved confidence that’s more internalized, confidence in one’s abilities, crafts, knowledge, you name it, Vaï finds that side of people to be the most attractive. Being ready to stand your ground & fight for what you believe is right, is incredibly alluring. Talking about a physical trait, Vaï is the kind of guy who takes a closer look at people’s eyes... & lips. Lips are pretty attractive, according to him.

Valentine’s Card - How does one win your OC over? What’s the fastest way to their heart?

Be his friend. Be genuine, truthful, know what you stand for, & be his friend. That’s pretty much all that Vaï is asking for. He can go a long, long way with a friend by his side.

#mahotoai #( answered; )#( headcanons; )#( vaï; HCs / skills )#vaï is such a simple guy when you think about it

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