#so if that's a squick or legit trigger for you

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why is houseplant reddit so insane about bugs. just let them do their thing dude...

[whumpsecretsantaevent]

SS In July gift: @hiding-in-the-shadows

This is an exchange event so there will be a blanket trigger warning for all entries, so read at your own risk! Potential trigger warnings may include nsfw themes as well as gore and possible squicks.

KASSSSS!!!! ❤️❤️❤️ HAPPY NOT CHRISTMAS, LOVELYl! 

You're such a legend and you should know that I was so so happy when I saw I was assigned to you, legit squealed 😭❤️😌 amazing taste in tropes btw - OM NOM NOM 🍽️

I apologise so so much for the delay! my laptop decided to do the die on me and I've been stealing other people's laptops to write where I can! ❤️

I hope you like 🥺 I tried to hit your tropes, and I hope it's okay 😖 I made a new whumpee for it! Nehehe - more pain for more pretty men!

Lots of love, your secret Santa! 

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It was a regular Friday night for Otis, and thank fuck it was. The weekend was starting to feel like it would never arrive and the past hellish week had definitely aged him ten years. Wisps of grey hairs sneak through his dark brown curls, frown lines and wrinkles starting to creep in. The joys of stress, right?

He lay curled up in bed, eyes fluttering shut and breaths drifting softly in and out of his lips. A half-finished glass of red-wine sat on the nightstand, next to a well-worn copy of 1984, his go-to staple book when he was so run off his feet with work that he hadn’t had a chance to snag a new romance novel from his favourite used bookstore a few blocks down from his house. Everything was silent. The only glow was the flickering street lamp across the street, seeping through the slits in the curtains. 

Otis drifted away with the high of the alcohol, giggling and hiccuping softly to himself as he did so. His shoulders loosened with every soft chuckle, melting into his mattress as the warmth of the blankets envelop him. The soft breaths soon morph to gentle snores and in minutes, the lull of sleep pulls him under.

…

The piercing sound of shattering glass snaps Otis wide awake. He springs upright in bed, his heart pounds at his ribcage, racing a mile a minute. He sits as still as a statue for a moment, frozen solid in fear, cold sweat drenching through to the bedsheets. His eyes dart around, frantically searching the darkness. And then he hears it again. Another crash. Louder this time. The alcohol seems to dissolve in his bloodstream, the adrenaline sobers him in the blink of an eye.

Someone’s breaking in.

Gruff, mumbling voices whisper downstairs, then comes the creaks of the floorboards beneath cautious, tiptoed footsteps. Otis can feel his stomach twist and turn, pinching into a knot as bile rises to his throat. From head to toe, his body trembles so much he’s vibrating.

There’s nothing worth stealing. Nothing. No rolls of money stashed anywhere and even the damn TV is ancient technology. He can’t hope and pray that they’ll take something shiny that catches their eye and let it out the back door. They’re going to search. Turn the house upside down, scour from top to bottom. And they will find him. Sooner or later.

Otis’ ears prick at the groan of the stairs, the same step halfway up that always creaks when he usually stumbles down half-awake for midnight snacks. His body jumps into action before his mind can comprehend that he’s even moving. Otis races towards his wardrobe and throws himself to the floor, ducking his head underneath the dangling clothes on hangers. He swiftly drags the doors shut as quickly and quietly as he can possibly manage - submerging himself in pitch-black darkness. Otis folds to his knees and peeks through the slats of the wardrobe doors.

The doorknob to the bedroom rattles and twists, and then it swings open. Two tall, muscular men, dressed in all black come storming through. Searching the room, ripping off the covers from the bed and rummaging through all of Otis’ belongings. They sift through his drawers, pulling photo frames off the wall and smashing them on the ground.

A choked sob tries to claw its way through Otis’ throat. He slams his clammy palm over his quivering lips to trap his own cries. Squeezing his eyes shut and pressing a tear from underneath. Snot trickles down from his nose, his chest heaving. 

He’s panicking, he knows. Freaking the fuck out. How the hell are you supposed to stay calm in these situations?! Help is out of the question. His phone is still charging on the bed stand, he didn’t think of swiping it when he dove into the wardrobe. He didn’t think! He just did! He should have leapt out the window and crawled his way to safety, broken bones and all. Now he’ll be on the front page of the newspaper.... ‘Male found dead in burglary gone wrong’.

“Don’t be shy, little buddy. Come out and play!” One of the intruders calls out with a dark chuckle, suddenly squatting to check underneath the bed like he was so certain Otis would be huddled underneath there. Otis’ eyes blow wide, shuffling further back into the wardrobe. The dark figures circle his bedroom, and one of them heads straight towards him. Striding towards Otis’ hiding spot.

A dizziness spins in his head and the stuffy air around him feels suddenly suffocating. Otis traps his breath in his lungs. 

He’s going to die- oh god help him, they’re going to find him-

Otis screams his lungs out as the wardrobe doors swing open with a bang against the wall, a beam of light from a torch blinds his tear-filled eyes. The intruder smiles down at him, a terrifying look of amusement sparks in his eyes as he stares down at Otis cowering on the floor.

"Boo! Comfy, little one?" the intruder asks, his voice dripping with sickly-sweet sarcasm.

Otis doesn't say a thing. He can't. He's paralyzed with fear. His mouth blubbers open like a fish out of water. He just gawks up at the intruder, his eyes wide and bloodshot with terror.

The intruder laughs, a cruel, mocking sound. "Don't worry your pretty little head," he says. "We’re not going to hurt you. Not yet, anyway. Why rush the fun? We’ll have all the time in the world."

He reaches down and snatches Otis by the arm, hauling him to his feet. Otis cries out in pain as the intruder's grip digs deep, bruising into his flesh. He kicks and flails with every ounce of energy he’s got. They overpower him easily, without so much as busting a sweat. Every hit and swipe must feel like a tickle of a feather to the burly man. They throw Otis carelessly onto the bed, shoving him down onto the mattress and snatching his flailing arms to pin his wrists above his head. The man’s entire weight crushes Otis as he climbs on top.

“NO- FUCK- LEMME GO!” Otis roars, his voice breaking into a high-pitched squeal, and squirming underneath the intruder’s hold. Hot tears spill down his cheeks. “PLEASE! TAKE WHAT YOU WANT AND GO-”

The intruder shoves his hand over Otis’ mouth to muffle his cries, “Shut him up-”  he growls the order to his accomplice. The other intruder quickly fishes around in his duffle bag until he holds up a leather muzzle, dangling it from his hands. Otis lets out a blood curdling shriek beneath the man’s sweaty palm, bucking his hips on the bed and writhing desperately. He clamps his jaw shut, grinding his teeth and shaking his head from side to side - refusing to let them strap that vile thing in his mouth. Fingers pinch his nostrils shut, another hand pries and rips at his jaw to pull his mouth open. 

The accomplice swarms in to wrap his hands around Otis’ throat, squeezing until he rasps and wheezes on stolen air, the pinky-hue of colour fades from his face until his skin turns porcelain white. A metal bit forces its way through his parted lips and presses down on his tongue, the leather muzzle swallows the lower half of his face. Any desperate sound he tries to make gets lost in the abyss - he can only huff furiously through his nose.

“You’re exhilarating when you cry, aren’t ya, lil buddy?” the intruder marvels, he wipes at the wet droplets collecting on Otis’ eye bags and licks the salty tears from his finger. “Would you look at those puppy dog eyes?”

This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. Panic fogs Otis’ spinning mind and clouds every rational thought. It’s - It’s a nightmare, it has to be!… the wine must have dragged him into a heavy, disturbed slumber. Or the stress! Maybe it’s taking more of a toll on him than he thought. 

“Nah-ah. Focus on me, sweetheart,” The intruder croons, his fingertip dabs at the tears slipping down Otis’ puffy, rosy cheeks. Otis’s eyes stay glued shut, squeezed tight until his bloodshot eyeballs feel like they might pop out of his sockets and burst. Muggy breath wafts hot against the leather muzzle, welded to his face with sweat. Thick trickles of drool slip from his quivering lips, his teeth scraping on the bit. 

He pants and heaves for air beneath the muzzle. The heat is unbearable, and the sweat drips down his face, stinging his eyes. Blood rushes to his head and his heart pounds in his chest.

Otis’ eyes shoot open. But he wishes he stayed hidden behind the safety of darkness behind his eyelids, where he doesn’t have to face reality. Where he can’t see the stranger pinning him down with a wolfish grin. 

“Good boy,” the intruder praises, cool as ice, stroking his hand through Otis’ sweat drenched hair, “I knew you’d be an angel for us. Picked a good-un, didn’t I?”

It’s sickening. Every touch revolts and terrifies Otis’, making his stomach do somersaults. A petrified whimper makes it through the gag, and he winces. He’s never heard a person whimper before…never heard himself whimper before. The sound is so foreign to him, so out of place, that it took him a moment to realise it was actually coming from him. He was whimpering like a child, like a wounded animal.Like a dog. He can't stop it. The pain is too much, the fear too overwhelming. 

The intruder climbs off Otis’ body, and forcefully rolls him over and face down, shoving him onto his belly. His wrists are seized in an iron grip, and wrangled from stretched high above his head to criss-crossed over the small of his back. Otis sobs into the bedding his face is shoved into. The stranger splays his warm hand between Otis’ shoulder blades, and slides painfully slow down his spine. Every nerve-ending lights up, his skin crawls and twitches.

“You’re going to do nicely. Sweet little thing like you. You’re going to be the perfect pet,” the stranger purrs.

Pet.

Otis’ vision dips to black. He just felt his soul leave his body. He felt himself floating upwards, and out, away from his body. He looked down and saw himself lying pinned on the bed, lifeless. Hopeless. 

A leather cuff slips over each wrist, strapped tight before being linked together with a chain in between. Otis tugs at the restraints with all the strength he can muster, his muscles bulge and his veins pop as he strains against them. Sweat beads on his forehead and his breath comes in ragged gasps. 

The accomplice jingles something beside the bed to grab Otis’ attention. Otis’ twists his head, writhing on the bed to look…and then a guttural scream rockets up his throat, shaking his head so violently that his sight mists. 

A collar. With a silver, engraved dog tag dangling from it.

“If you’ll do the honours…” the intruder nods to his accomplice, giving him the greenlight. He swiftly fastens the dog collar around Otis’ throat, buckling the band until Otis chokes and cries out behind the bit, before he finally loosens it, allowing him to suck in air again. His cheeks burn cherry red beneath the muzzle with shame. His humanity stripped away from him with only a few instruments, he’s entirely at these bastards mercy.

“Guess what your dog tag says, boy! Go on!”

Otis lets out a pitiful whine, shaking his head trying to free himself of the muzzle. His hair flops around like a dog drying their fur.

“Oh right. I forgot. Guess I’ll have to tell you!” The intruder elates, grabbing Otis by the collar and spinning it around his neck to grab hold of the tag.

“Pup. If found, return to Master Becker.”

They must be able to clock the look of pure terror on Otis’ face, his eyes streaming with tears, nostrils flaring.

“Oh, that’s me, by the way. I’m your new owner, little one.”

This is insane. No-one can own him. He is his own person, with thoughts and feelings and dreams. They have no right to take that away from him. To beat him down to nothing more than a tamed, defenceless animal. 

He won’t give up easily. He will not back down, and he will never surrender, no matter what the odds. He will fight back at every twist and turn, until the very end.

“Let’s wrap it up here. Grab the legs. I’ll take his arms,” Becker barks. Otis is lifted into the air, the accomplice grabbing his kicking feet and Becker hooking his arms under Otis' armpits. 

Otis struggles and flails, but he was no match for the two men. They carry him effortlessly, as if he were a small child. Otis's head lolls back, and he closes his eyes, feeling helpless and defeated. He knows that there is nothing he could do to stop them. They are going to take him away, and there is nothing he could do about it. They carry him out the room, making their way downstairs and back down that creaking step.

It might be the last time he’ll ever hear it. He already misses it-

They drop Otis’ to his feet when they reach the final step, but he crashes to the floor in a sobbing heap. Every muscle gives out on him, he slumps like dead weight. Becker wrenches his fist in Otis’ hair and drags him back up and standing, and forces him to stumble towards the door.

When the door opens, there’s a black van parked outside. Right under the streetlamp. It’s running, its engine’s quiet hums cut through the silence of the night like a knife. Otis’ breath sprints away from him, he screams again, his legs go to give out - but Becker catches him in his arms.

He massages Otis’ Adam's apple, bobbing beneath the collar, with his calloused palm, “Breathe, boy. Do as you're told.”

Otis quickly shakes his head 'no'. Not that he won't, but he can't. Every breath is ten times harder than the last, his chest heaves and his lungs burn. Spots dance in his vision.

Becker pulls a strip of cloth from his pocket, and ties it over Otis’ swollen and tear-filled eyes, blindfolding him, “Calm down. You needn’t ever worry about anything else. Just listen to my voice, heed my word as gospel. Only me. Only my voice. And nothing else ever again. Until that ticker in your chest rusts and stalls to its final seconds.”

Otis keens, shredding his throat with his garbled cry. He collapses into Becker's arms once more, as he rubs meant-to-be soothing circles and pats Otis' back. Shushing him as he wails.

“Hush, little puppy. Stop your whining. Let’s get you to your new home,” Becker coos, tugging at Otis’ collar.

[chaos--mode]

announcement!

common squicks, triggers, and intense topics will now be tagged as topic // also a couple super quick additions to my guidelines, nothing major just housekeeping basically:

mutuals only. i've had some weird and off-putting experiences with people in the past, so i'm selective with who i follow/interact with and ask that only mutuals send in memes, interact with starter calls, reply to opens, etc. i always make sure to read all about, rules, and guidelines pages before i follow someone, so it may take me a couple days or even a couple weeks to follow back depending on how busy i am. i ask that you at least softblock if you're breaking mutuals. i will also softblock if i'm breaking mutuals or removing a follow if i don't follow back, however that doesn't mean we can't revisit interacting in the future. if i genuinely do not want to interact going forward i will hardblock.

affiliates && mains. my approach to affiliates and mains is pretty much just people that i enjoy writing with because we know each other ooc and have plotted together, talked about our muses, dynamics, etc. this means i probably won't ever post a mains/affiliates call, because for me this develops naturally with muns i click with and am legit friends with ooc. if we already talk ooc and you want to be mains/affiliates then absolutely bug me in dms/on discord and i'm sure i'll be down to add you!

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Trope Game

Oooh thanks for the tag @mentallyinvernation!

Gonna go on and do this before it falls out of my squirrel brain lol. I'll go in for most any fic regardless of trope if it sounds interesting and fits the mood I'm in honestly, but I reckon there are some I prefer over others 🤔

Rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?

-10 -> very dissuaded

0 - don't care either way

+10 -> very enticed

nope -> if it's a hard no and you'd never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you'd insta click out of the fic if it wasn't tagged

Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it's conditional.

Age gap: +2-3

Depends on the fic, but I've gotten sold on it in the Dreamling and Witcher fandoms by nature of the canonical ages of characters. In human au's though, if it ever involves an age gap with a minor that's a straight-up nope for me

Codependency: 0

It's not gonna turn me off from a fic cuz I don't mind a lil bit of that seasoning in my fic but I've got personal history with those dynamics so gotta be in the right mood for it and not gonna go looking for it

Obsession/Possessiveness, jealousy: +50

BRUH in my fic I am pure *grabby hands* for this shit!! They can't get enough of each other? Brilliant. They'll never give up looking/waiting for the other? Ded! You dare look at/come onto their partner?! Perfection!

Opposites (grumpy/sunshine etc): +♾️

something something opposites attract something! Legit, the whole world looking at them like "these two shouldn't go together" but they make each other the absolute happiest?!

Better bring a mop and bucket cuz I'm a fucking puddle on the floor 

Enemies to lovers, Enemies with benefits: +1000

Peak, superb, amazing! No notes

Friends with benefits: +3

Nothing I seek out pointedly, but pair this up with Fake dating/relationship and +100 Delicious!

Sex to feelings: -2

It's fine, I won't NOT read something with this trope but it can take me out of the story a bit cuz it usually reads contrived to me/hits like 'fake news'. Heyo cynicism 😅

BUT if there's legit ANY kind of pre-sex tension between them and it's not just like "cold"/"random"/"no reason" sex to feelings, that's a solid +5. The sex just acts as the cincher to the awakening

Fake dating/relationship: +100

*shoves this trope into my mouth* bruh, like bruhhh! guhhhh some much juicy angst potential I legit can not get enough of!! especially when paired with some other choice tropes? An absolute delight~

Friends to lovers: +5

Depends on the friendship dynamic but usually solid stuff.

Found Family: +10

Finding your people is always a good time

Hurt/Comfort: +10000000

BEAUTIFUL AGONY! Bitter before the sweet! I will never get tired of this shiz

Love Triangle: 0

Not gonna seek it out, not gonna write it off, but to gotta echo @mentallyinvernation on this one:

However, if it's a love triangle that turns poly, I fucking love that shit. Especially if they're all being idiots about it.

Gonna be a solid +10 from me then~

Poly, open relationships: +20

Alright so, amongst others, We Meet Again by round_robin (Witcher) and Beautiful, Strange, and New by @moorishflower (Dreamling) absolutely solidified my undying LOVE of this trope! Just hngggggggg so much love to go around~

Mistaken/hidden identity: +8

Bring on the intrigue!! Def can depend on the setting and context, but usually I'm fully here for this one

Monsterfucking: +♾️

Honestly have yet to come across one of these that I've not been here for

Pregnancy: 0/nope.

SOOOO this one is like playing russian roulette for me on if it hits squick, trigger, or oh yeah...

Give me Improbable Reality (aka can-only-happen-in-fiction, omegaverse, metaphysical/dream) MLM pregnancy as a trope? We're good! Anything remotely close to probable reality? nope nope nope, especially transmasc pregnancy or anything using the w-word that rhymes with "tomb" >.< brains are great >.<

BUT mysterious/magical/accidental baby acquisition can be a hella entertaining trope

Second Chance: +5

I do love me a solid redemption arc

Slowburn: +1000

AHAHAHA MAKE ME SUFFER THE WAIT!!! all that building anticipation and tension? yeah, that's that good stuff

Soulmates: +10

Ooof yes I am a sucker for soulmate au's BUT not all of them are it for me. I'll def be inclined to give a fic a lookie see though if it has this tag~

Hmmmm who to no-pressure tag... @spockandthings @thranduilland @phinofthestorm @beauty-of-nyx @serenailith @lostelfwriting @arialerendeair @landwriter @delta-pavonis @aquabluejay @amielot @teejaystumbles @moorishflower

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Unpopular opinion, but I feel like engaging with “opposite” queer media, can be a “safe” way to interact with queerness when you are still young and figuring yourself out. Like look! Being a teen and like: “ I like [insert heteronormative response relating to the gender you were assigned at birth]. I’m not queer! It’s okay!”

Like, obviously that’s not everyone. But some people definitely love fic because they’re queer, some because they’re young and questioning, some love it just to love love and interesting story dynamics not found enough in media, and some do love it because they’re cishet it is hot for them. And yes, that last group can make you uncomfortable and it’s fine to be so, but fic is so varied and writers are such a spectrum, so I think it is deeply unfair to blanket sweep all fanfic and fanfic readers/writers as “fetishists.”

I mean, god. Look at tumblr and how queer we all are on here. Those two audiences often overlap you know? I certainly don’t find many other ficcers on other social media sites (rest in piece LiveJournal my beloved). Fic has a deep and storied queer history and that should be cherished.

TLDR: a cishet person writing/reading mlm/film/etc is not inherently bad/your-problem. BUT if you meet someone that makes you uncomfortable because they are cishet and “obsessed with gays/yaoi,” you are allowed to feel uncomfortable and even call them out. But also, don’t go looking for fics and/or writers to hate on? You have no idea WHO is writing the fic you hate: it could be a 12 y/o queer/questioning teen or it could be a conservative mom with a fetish for the “forbidden” or some bullshit, etc.

Fanfic. It’s not curated, it’s not monetised, it’s not professionally edited nor written by a professional writer. (I mean I’m sure some golden gems are, but they are not the norm nor the starting point).

You’re allowed to be squicked out about it if it relates to you (and you’re not just an Ally making unnecessary fuss on what doesn’t concern you), but don’t go looking for trouble and attacking/shaming people you don’t know. But obviously, if someone attacks you with shit that is deeply triggering to you? In person or online? Go ham. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Once again I’m just asking for nuance.

(AND also for the pro-ao3-censorship people to reconsider: please understand that banning/censoring stories of any kind is a rabbit hole that never ends well. I mean look at the republicans! They tried to censor books in schools in Utah, in the “name of keeping porn from children,” but with the not so subtle agenda to get rid of queer and critical race theory books. And it backfired when the Bible got pulled. Trying to censor fic will just eventually lead to the banning of some legit queer/minority works of art and stifling creativity. Book burning/banning is NEVER the answer.

(As I always say: there is NO such thing as a bad story premise, just bad execution. Some topics are obviously more taboo and/or tricky to do respectively than others, but that doesn’t mean they can never be done well? Especially when it’s done by people who’ve survived such trauma trying to work through it in their story telling. Not to even mention that those people don’t need to out themselves or even be good writers for you to “justify” their work’s existence.

(And yes, by god is there undoubtedly some disgusting fics out there, in ao3 and published work alike! But that’s what makes ao3 so beautiful. Tags are beautiful. The culture of authors putting Trigger Warnings in notes are beautiful. More information not less. Look, it’s like the banning of porn on tumblr. It didn’t make porn less common, just made it more likely to stumble across when you could no longer blacklist nsfw. .

Essay clear.

[ . . OP, why did you turn off comment replies, my lack of a character limit made me go off the wall, I apologise. :’)c I’m too passionate about this. But it’s also such a hard topic to discuss concisely. Also: stating I’m so gay I’m straight here, to give perspective to my voice, (transmasc, loving the fems/enbies, etc). And have been reading fic for over a decade and a half, in all parts of my queer journey. . . Confession time: I grew up in such a small town and had such a controlling Homelife, that I came across “gay stuff”/“representation” for the first time with Yaoi when I was like 14. Was it a good starting off point? ABSOLUTELY NOT. But it also helped me break down that block of “don’t think-about/acknowledge gay people or you’ll turn gay” mindset I was brought up and brainwashed in. It made me not scared/“phobic” of just the very “concept,” which in turn eventually made me more open to learning when I went to uni and then eventually discovering myself in the years following uni. People are messy man. Love and compassion and good faith is the answer. Unless someone is actually coming for you, and has reached the point of no return: THEN punch em in the face. :3 But the world is too exhausting to go looking for hate. Take care of yourself, and be careful not to inadvertently hurt yourself or others].

[hoodies-n-cola]

Aside from eddsworld are there any other cartoons you like? Or at least any you've been obsessed with as of late?

Oh god dude I've been obsessed with Monkey Wrench lately. It's an indie animated show on Youtube with only 3 episodes as of posting this, but like, it's so fucking good, it's legit one of my Hyperfixations rn, there's so much lore to dive into once you start looking at backgrounds and really listening to what they say, it's incredible ;;;;

I've also been getting into other animes; Osomatsu-san used to be a bit of a trigger/squick due to past affiliations, but Jyushimatsu came to me in a dream and soothed me, which helped a lot of those feelings go away, plus CL is a big fan, so talking about it with her helped me be more okay with it Now I'm on season 2 and I selfship with all 6 brothers, help

Oh oh and I finished Fruits Basket! Also with CL haha But yeah no I cannot recommend the 2019 version enough, holy shit ;;;;; oh my god like you can so tell the lady who made it has an interest in psychology cause these characters have such realistic responses in regards to their own mental illnesses without actually focusing on the fact that they're neurodivergent, like they don't label it, but you can def tell they have issues. Like one v clearly has OCD (and I have OCD so I know her pain u,u ) and a BUNCH of them have PTSD from abusive parents and/or abusive Akito Idk it's a good anime, it fucks hard (tho why did Yuki say that, like they could've used any excuse but why that one???)

[nullominous-q]

I have never hated the tumblr live "feature" more than today.

Inflict the sight of an ahegao face on me? Ultimate squick thanks. Like it's so bad that it causes me body dismorphia so idk if I should even call it a squick. A trigger? Yeah, that feels more apt.

Something that's automatically turned on that you continuously have to opt out of every seven days (which is the most asinine thing I've ever heard of on any social media platform btw) and it has officially triggered me.

Has anyone actually watched the tumblr lives? What are the numbers on that? Are the lives actually run by the people featured in the profile pics advertising the live or are they completely different people?

I hate this shit. And I don't care if you guys keep the "feature" but what would be great is if a permanent opt-out was an option. You can do it @staff it's not like it'd be hard and instead of taxing the site by continously have opt-out requests have to go into effect (what are the numbers on those btw?) you can have everyone just say once and for all, fuck tumblr live and go about their business. People who want to keep it can do so.

I'm not watching lives. I'm never going to click on them unless by pure accident. And that's how I feel about it.

Btw. Another porn blog followed me today with legit porn on it (shame that porn blog ban seems to have made that worse isn’t it?) if you care about that at all.

[gryfon-spanish-werewolf]

Frozen(elsanna)x Prey au Snippet 2

Because I’m insatiable here’s another

(And here’s Part 1, for those who missed it)

Context: This is before containment break, before the events that take place during Prey canon. Anna gets downtime every once in a while between bouts of testing, and this would be an example of time off. Restful and relaxing.... not ;-; This is the early days of Anna’s memory loss, and Elsa’s burgeoning guilt

Similar characters to last time, but three new ones (also in Prey canon): Dr. Igwe, chief neuroscientist assigned to Psychotronics, Head Nurse Goldcrest, and Dr. DeVries, Chief Surgeon, who both work in the Trauma Center

Slight content warning for blood and injury, specifically regarding the eye. No graphic description, but it’s in there

——————— 

There is something here with her.

Anna presses her bare fingers against tempered glass. The translucent substance ripples under her touch, vibrating slightly in purples and reds and yellows before accommodating, and slipping back to it’s sleek, clear form. This glass, this… barrier, has been tested against wrench swings and shotgun blasts and bunker busters - engineered to self-heal and withstand the vacuum of space for decades if necessary. It’s all over Talos I, beautiful and secure. It keeps everyone safe and sound.

But the shape in the dark is already inside.

Or it… wants to be.

Anna strains her eyes, trying to see beyond the billions of stars that pinprick the black, endless cosmos. She ducks her head and puts a hand over her brow, trying to block out the outline of her reflection. She tries not to blink, lest she miss something, some wisp or shift in that massive vastness. There’s a presence. It lurks and hums in her mind, roiling like ink dark waves.

It’s hungry. It’s so hungry.

The effort of looking too hard for too long catches up to Anna. Her eyes hurt. She’s only human.

She blinks.

She blinks and all the stars are teeth and all the teeth are stars and they bare down on her with the weight of the universe.

—

Anna gasps as she bolts upright in bed. It’s dark here too, but warm instead of cold. Not stars but stained wood paneling and soft carpet. Not endless space but walls, a dimmed desk light, and a tangible sense of scale. Anna swallows, breathing harshly in the night, half under the covers of the bed in her sister’s personal quarters. Sweat covers her skin and gooseflesh shivers across her body from head to toe in waves. Anna’s body shakes, trembles, her arms on the verge of collapsing her backwards.

Back to the dark. To the dream.

There is… movement, beside her.

Adrenaline crashes into Anna’s system again as the bed dips. Something moves closer.

It’s… Elsa. Rolling over in her sleep.

Her sister’s arm falls across the space Anna should be. Her fingers splay out, and in the dim light, Anna sees Elsa’s brow furrow slightly, even asleep. She murmurs, and after a moment her eyes open, hazy with fatigue.

“Anna?” She asks into the room, quiet and small. Anna takes a breath and puts a hand out towards Elsa, letting herself be found. Her sister takes it immediately, grip tightening when Anna can’t stop the shaking. “Was it that nightmare again?”

“...Again?”

Elsa tilts her head, slow in her stupor. Anna hears her shift and her free hand comes into view. Her thumb brushes the pads of her fingers and a blue glow emerges, floating gently between them. Elsa’s snow glitters in it’s own aura, illuminating their faces like an incandescent bulb under water. In this wavering light, Elsa searches Anna’s face. “The one about the stars.”

Anna bites her lip. The dream still wraps it’s tendrils around her, brushing against the back of her brain. Surely she would remember a nightmare like that, yet she can’t recall having it before, much less telling Elsa. When Anna was little it was the endless hallways that narrowed and choked her young mind until she burst into tears and ran to their parents’ room - but as she’d gotten older, and moved away, those nightmares had faded into more mundane things, if she dreamed at all.

But the terror of that open night sky in her mind. The one that looks back at her.

No. That is horrifyingly new.

Maybe her mind is playing tricks on her, still mired in the black. She would remember telling Elsa about this later, when she was calm. For now, she simply nods.

Elsa hugs Anna’s arm to her, pulling her down, back into bed. “You never used to have nightmares,” she says softly. “You used to sleep so soundly, here with me.” She combs sweat soaked bangs back, her hands warm against Anna’s chilled skin. “And you used to love the stars.”

Anna exhales, grounding herself with Elsa’s touch. “They’re unsettling.”

“You always thought they watched over us.”

“Now they just watch us.”

Elsa’s hand stops. “They’re just balls of gas, Anna,” she states, though her tone is patient. “Burning millions or billions of miles away. As fascinating as they are, there’s nothing more intelligent about them.”

Anna remembers the universe of  teeth and doesn't answer.

“These tests are taking their toll on you,” Elsa says finally. “Maybe you should stop.”

“I can’t.” Elsa knows this. Anna can’t give up. Won’t. The technology they're bringing into the world, the discoveries made - all of this is for something greater. These neuromods are going to change people’s lives, they just need some fine tuning.

And if more people could do the extraordinary things Elsa could, what more might humanity be capable of?

Anna --powerless, human-- has to try.

Elsa sighs before she replies, cupping Anna’s jaw with both hands and looking into her eyes in the darkness of their room. “I’ll ask Bellamy and Dr. Igwe to slow down, then. Just a little,” she adds before Anna can protest. “You’ll burn out, Anna, and then who will you be helping?”

Anna huffs;  Elsa has a point. But before she can speak a stinging pain lances through her right eye and she flinches. She rubs the spot as Elsa makes a concerned noise. “And I think I’ll email nurse Goldcrest about that. The redness is getting worse.”

Her eye.

It’s been bothering Anna for a while now. At first they thought she was developing an allergy. “An allergy,” she’d laughed with Elsa over coffee in the Lobby, overlooking the incredible, blue and green sphere that was Earth. Close enough to fill any person with awe, but far enough away to cover with one hand. “An allergy, in space!” It was funny.

Then it got worse.

Itchy, irritated, dry, but above all, sore. Painful. It throbbed during her tests and in her sleep, keeping her awake, sometimes for hours. Sweeping past Anna’s stubbornness, Elsa had scheduled a consultation with none other than Dr. DeVries, the head surgeon, but even he had come back with inconclusive results. “Stress might be a factor,” he’d said, “but we’ll need to monitor her to be sure. For now, we’ll put in a request for medicated eye-drops to help with the more common symptoms.”

Those had worked. For a week.

It was strange though. Sometimes Anna would forget the redness was there at all - in fact, sometimes it wasn’t. She’d look in the mirror and her eye would be perfectly fine, and she’d think maybe it was just a passing illness or bad reaction. But other times the pain would spread from her eye to her temple to the base of her skull and just press, like her head was in a vice. Worse than a migraine or a hangover because it squeezed, and left Anna short of attention and breath.

And then one morning she woke up alone, a note from Elsa on the bedside table, wishing her good morning and good luck on a new slew of tests…

...and on the paper fell a single, red blot.

Bellamy barred Anna at the door to Psychotronics and sent her home. Elsa was back from the labs within the hour.

Anna had spent the rest of the day in a blur of check ups and people talking over her, her head buzzing with heat and white noise, her vision speckled with black dots. Goldcrest had prescribed medicine and recommended two weeks off work. Despite the circumstances, and Anna’s state, Elsa had been relieved by that decision.

Now, a few months later, Elsa draws Anna close, pressing a kiss to her temple. She wraps her arms around Anna’s head, pulling her love to her chest, feeling as well as hearing the deep rhythmic breaths of slumber washing over Anna. She’d fallen back asleep fitfully, though it seemed true rest had stolen over her at last. Her hands clutch loosely to Elsa’s nightgown, and her exhales ghost over her sister’s collarbone.

Elsa’s eyes remain open, gaze on the far wall as the clock hands tick the night away.

This time, it was she who cannot sleep.

Trepidation churns in her stomach. She knows Anna would move the Earth, moon, and stars for her if she asked. That Anna has a heart of gold and hope, and a determination to put all of that to use.

Elsa just worries that someone.... or something��� is taking advantage of that goodwill.

Not that Elsa suspects any of her co-workers in particular. While they may work in many different fields, everyone aboard Talos I’s goals are the same: the betterment of humanity through their research. These neuromods, with their ability to teach any skill provided they can find someone to model and copy, could change everything. They could give people abilities that they’d only dreamed of before. Elsa looks up at her glowing snow sphere, twinkling as it spins.

Neuromods could even make more people like her.

The thought puts a crease in her brow and she waves her hand, dispelling the magic and drenching the room in darkness once more.

Because the truth is: Elsa hadn’t asked Anna to do this. Anna had volunteered, knowing TranStar wanted what Elsa had, but that the risk of researching on the only person they knew of to have such a gift was too great. Anna, already a talented and intelligent scientist in her own right, had sacrificed her own job for Elsa’s sake, without hesitation.

And it is hurting her.

Elsa’s heart pangs with remorse. She buries her fingers in Anna’s hair and cradles her close. “It’s for the greater good,” she whispers to herself. “It’s for the greater good.”

When Anna had returned from Psychotronics that fateful day, Elsa had found her curled on her side, clutching her head and sweating bullets. Blood in her hand and blood on the sheets.

After the medical review, Anna had slept.

And slept.

And slept.

For two days Elsa could barely rouse Anna long enough to eat or drink, and when she finally recovered it was as though a pall had been cast over her. Grey and listing, muted as though through a screen.

“It’s for the greater good…” Sorrow wells in Elsa’s throat. Anna breathes deep against her and Elsa wishes that her powers were something else. Something to keep Anna here, safe and sound. To keep her... hers.

Anna’s spark had tempered those two days, and Elsa isn’t sure that it fully returned. She fears that it never will. Her sister is chipper and bright, but like a gas stove with a faltering igniter, Anna’s flame is struggling to catch.

“Greater good,” Elsa’s voice breaks, tears tracking down her face to fall on Anna’s head. “It’s for the greater… good…”

Sleep comes for Elsa too, jagged and broken and troubled. She dreams of a star in her sister’s chest.

She dreams of that star going out.

[ariaste]

Pals, I’m gonna tell you one of those hard truths, and I hope that you can read this and think about it in the spirit in which it’s intended.

The vast majority of you do not have “triggers”, you have “squicks”. If you learn the difference, I promise you will be happier and healthier, and you will feel much MUCH less as if all media is attempting to personally attack and traumatize you. 

It is ABSOLUTELY LEGIT to dislike something in a piece of media, or to feel disgusted and revolted by it, or to have an aversion to it for any reason and to any degree. That’s normal! That’s absolutely normal, and if that has happened to you, then you are normal too.

But... Words matter. Words have power. There is a difference between “disgust” and “trauma response” -- if a person without PTSD or other forms of trauma calls something that disgusts them a “trigger”, they are giving that thing undue and dangerous power over them. You do not have to legitimize your disgust, because your feelings are already valid. But saying “this triggers me” if it doesn’t actually trigger you in the clinical definition means that you are voluntarily giving up some of your own power and agency to the thing you dislike. It means that you are allowing the thing to have a disproportionate impact on your life, that you are giving it power to affect you and get under your skin and stay there. You are building it up into something much more terrifying and monstrous and serious than it deserves to be. Calling it a “squick” makes you bigger than the thing that’s grossing you out -- it makes the gross thing into something that you can have power over, that you can vanquish and reject and entirely discard from your life according to your own whimsy. (For those of you who aren’t familiar with the term “squick”, it’s something you don’t like which causes that icky squirmy “ew! no thanks!” feeling. Here’s the Fanlore page for more detail.)

We live in a society that wants to take power away from so many of us at all costs. Nobody hands you power or agency or confidence or strength -- you have to claim those for yourself. If you have the ability to take control over something that squicks you, do it. Stand up for yourself and your media experience, and use the word that gives you power. You can turn your back on a squick and walk away without more than a lingering “ugh” feeling; it is almost impossible to do that with a trigger. A trigger ruins your whole day (ask me how I know!).

Words have power. Disgust is a normal human emotion. Your feelings are valid even when they’re not severe and catastrophic. 

[katzkinder]

So like

Completely random, I know, but I’m having Big Emotions for no reason and I just. I wanna take a second to thank Servamp fandom on tumblr for being the way it is.

Everyone’s so genuinely nice. Everyone’s so supportive and sweet. We support what we like loudly and openly and I legit feel so safe here because I know I can get as wild and crazy and insane as I want and y’all will jam right along with me.

But what’s most important to me is that even when y’all have squicks and triggers? I still feel safe to talk about things I know are controversial, cuz you guys are mature enough to just… Ignore things you don’t like. It’s amazing and wonderful that we can just BE and have fun here without worrying about what other people think.

I’m so, so happy I found this place and that everyone in this fandom is the way they are. I hope y’all are having a great day, that life is easy on you, that you always have the support you need, and that I get to spend many more years being loud, weird, and proud of what I love alongside all of you ♥️

[sweetlittlevampire]

Can I rant for a bit? Lemme rant for a bit.

1. I am kind of getting hives at expressions like "there's only one true canon" if one uses it to push their views and opinions onto other fans who, for whatever reason, might resonate more with a different adaptation.

You are absolutely allowed to pick one adaptation and see it as "your" canon. You are absolutely allowed to say "I see this adaptation as canon, but I prefer what they did in adaptation 2, and really don't like that thing they did in adaptation 3."

You are absolutely allowed to say "I take adaptation 2 as only canon acceptable to me, and therefore won't touch the others with a stick."

These are all valid!

What is not valid is taking one's view of canon as a reason to look down on, berate, bash, or talk condescending about fans who might have a different opinion, or have accepted a different adaptation as their personal canon.

We're absolutely allowed to disagree and have different views and preferences, but can we please do so with at least a minimum of respect for each other?

2. As for fandom spaces: of course we do get frustrated about certain things in fandom, but sometimes I wonder if it's really necessary to yell that much about them. Hear me out.

I am not talking about issues like racism, se*ism, colourism, homophobia. Xenophobia. Mysoginy. You get what category of topics I mean. Please talk about those often, and talk about those loudly.

I mean stuff like "I don't like how character x has been treated in abc, so I'm going to throw a fit and block everyone who as much as breathes in a different opinion."

Please, if it triggers or squicks you, block, mute and unfollow to your heart's content.

But...you know, if you see bad takes that annoy you, you can always just - step away. Scroll on (what a concept, I know!). Just don't be an a*hole about it to other people.

If I had to block everyone who ever said something that annoyed me, my dashboard would be empty.

Because sometimes we say stuff others disagree with. Sometimes we're annoying! And as long as people are only mildly annoyed and not squicked or legit triggered, is it really worth creating drama about it?

Personal feelings do not (always) equal objective truth, as a friend of mine so eloquently put it. We might do well to remember that sometimes, especially in fandom spaces.

[gundhams-pandemonium]

Spoilers for All Games

Danganronpa Relationships, That people need to stop saying are "abusive" [<that is a SERIOUS term that shouldn't be thrown around]

[Undertag, because its long+I add my own thoughts. These are all ships that I've personally seen hate for]

Also, being squicked or triggered by a ship is completely valid, calling it abusive though is... not okay

Mondo/Chihiro: They were in a killing game, which is why what happened happened. In Ultra Development Plan both are happy, alive, and legit train together.

The majority of Victim/Blackened ships: Just decided to make an in general for this But: They were in a killing game. They were in a killing game. They were in a killing game. How many more times can I say it? Of course people are going to kill people in a killing game And in a non killing game setting [Or even in a canon Divergence au] they could be friends or GASP lovers

Fuyupeko: Fuyuhiko ACTIVELY tries to help Peko realise she is more then a tool. Saying this is "abusive" is misleading and also painting Fuyuhiko as if he'd take advantage of Peko

Sondham and Soudham [putting together, because the reasons are very similar]: I mostly see this as people blowing a ship war out of proportion. There is NOTHING wrong with either ship.

Kiyo/Any Woman: I've seen this argument multiple times and just,,, always Erks me. Yes, he was abused by a woman, this doesn't mean that he could never be with a woman/We dont know the exacts of what would trigger him. Him with Kirumi or Angie are fine ships [<most popular m/f ships with him that I see]. Very very very tired of seeing this argument. (This is like saying because Mikan was abused by a woman that all her/other woman is abusive)

Angie/Tenko: Yeah, Tenko shows her dislike for her But 1. Peoples views on people change 2. Rivals to Lovers is a great trope

Ouma/Kaito: I cant put all my thoughts into a concise paragraph. There is a lot of others who are better explaining it then I. [<This is a ship I love a lot which also makes me tired explaining how it's a valid ship cause its tiring]

Maki/Kaito: Every time I hear this ship being called toxic or something I just go 👁👄👁 Nine Times out of Ten it's because they have certain hcs with Maki and the other 1/10 they completely misinterpret Kaito's character.

There's a lot of other ships that are 100% fine so what I have to say to the dangan fandom: You like those two characters together? Cute as hell. Just rember to properly tag, and those who dislike it remember to properly block the tags. Love you funky shippers :3

[lunartearrose]

would would you want on your team and an unpopular opinion

What coroikas i would want on my team: oh! I'd say goggles, Aloha and bobble! As an octobrush lover I'd say the team would be pretty balanced hehe

Unpopular opinion: i have SEVERAL but some im not sure if they actually are unpopular. They are as follows;

-Gorai is good and even better if you add hachi! You are focusing too much on early chapters if you think its problematic, since their relationship evolved throughout the story! Like seriously sometimes it makes me rllly depresso when ppl rant abt it being bad

- in general ship hate is a waste of time (unless its incst / sorta abusive then trash away lol but crap like that doesn't even deserve any kind of attention) cuz like. Really. As long as its like not gross what is there to be mad about??? Talk to your pals about what you like yknow

-none of the coroika kids are evil they're just teens going thru various teen phases. Hive? Vin? Emp? Skull and s4 even and beyond? They're just having edgy time and deserve the support team blue offers

-bi Aloha real! He says he likes girls canonically and also (basically canonically) flirts at boys!

-i dunno abt you but nobody is neurotypical in this manga to me

- (ignore this it's dumb i feel like its dumb) controversial for coroika and i carry this for all fandoms in general but also people really need to know the difference between trigger and squick honestly. Not accusing anybody specific but its just good to know terms and know that one is for "this subject legit gives me flashbacks and awful throwupy feels keep it away for the love of god" and "this makes me kinda uncomfy/ i just dont like it that much keep it off my porch uwu" because like. I feel like its an important distinction even tho either way its polite to keep x subject away from a person if they dont like it, but the word trigger needs to keep whats left of its meaning for obviously important reasons, as its related to trauma. A squick is a notp or a character you hate/dislike enough to block the tag or occasionally go uggh themmm, but add the connotation of trigger and that says to me i should not even ask why about the thing lest i risk hurting you. And im saying this as someone with ptsd/severe anxiety so like. Distinctions important. Basically, don't say trigger if you just mean squick. Feel like i could go on forever but like. This is supposed to be a lighthearted ask game and its not like i can force ppl to know the differences or separate them so ignore this paragraph lol

- dont. Be mean to goggles inknow he's a comedy protag with shounen protag armor but he deserves all the milkshakes

-you knoe what same for all the coroikas theres not a single one i dont like they deserve hugs even if they are a bastard

[bowldeepfannish]

A Fandom (N)Etiquette Recap In 4 Points Based On Experience By Yours Truly. (Take it with a grain of salt - or many -).

This was sparked by some recent unfortunate events involving both me and some people close to me. While it started from/with fanart it can be applied to all kinds of [fan]works really, and not just fanworks tbh...

1) Rules [of anatomy/characterization issues/characterization/themes choice/lore of choice]: friendly reminder that even if/when there are guidelines and popular takes or types, seeing someone not following them by some degree can be due to a variety of reasons, including being a beginner to experimenting to making a specific point, to projecting part of self onto a character/representation for whatever their reasons,  to just knowing the ‘rules’ (they might have a degree about said rules even *hint hint*) and still DECIDING TO BEND DEM RULES AS THEY PLEASE IF THEY SO DECIDE it's entirely up to the author(s) because that's also - google it up - artistic license. It’s - to use an euphemism - extremely rude to presume that whatever different take from one own opinion must stem from  ignorance and bad faith and double standards or being unfair or committing crimes against  fictional characters if not against humanity by just daring to share for free and for fun a personal rendition - of whatever the source work/medium is - that does not align with your oh-so-superior-holier-than-thou perception. No one is harming fictional characters or is out to ‘misrepresent’ a character ( = your preferred and by nature subjective view of a character)  on purpose and/or doing it as a personal attack to you.

2) Realism is not the only legit aim of fanart or of art in general. Neither is morality.

3) Fanworks can run the whole gamut from Word Of God  to ‘Death of The Author’. They are fanworks. Incidentally if one is not the Author nothing said random person says can be considered ‘canon’/better/truer per se and even if said person were the creator or their PR... Death Of The Author, baby. You oh fellow fan and fan creator do not get to police or ‘allow’ other fan&creators’s thoughts and opinions or to ‘fix’ them, because they are as valid as anyone else’s experiencing and/or creating fanworks about the same character and issues/themes. Relatedly...

4) the only opinion that matters to me on how to make a piece or alter it is mine and my partner's and the mods/curators in case of collabs, commissions, or zine and events that have terms/guidelines. As long as the involved parties *agree* and *consent*/are on the same page to reach an artistic outcome that feels true to the agreed upon vision that’s all that matters  to me. Outside of that any negative or policing opinion especially if uninvited and unrequired are unnecessary and unwelcome when not outright harmful to *real people* for which said oh-so-offensive fanwork can as easily be a source of empowerment, catharsis, or solace.

--- Golden rules: - constructive criticism is only good when you are requested to give it by the author and it’s actually constructive instead of dressing personal differences in opinion as anything more than personal and subjective opinions or use them to make uninformed, disingenuous and harmful to real people assumptions of the other party’s culture, awareness, mental capacity, fairness, or morality. - backhanded compliments are not concrit. If you have nothing nice to say better saying nothing. - you can be supportive, create, finance/commission of the kind of content you like to see and are passionate about, without demeaning other people’s preferences and work in the process. It’s not that hard. Like for shipping characters, squicks, triggers... don’t like do not read/watch/listen to. Just do not engage with the content you don’t vibe with,  and curate your own experience by revelling in what you enjoy and gives you joy. One person’s trash is another person’s treasure. This also includes you. Your beloved kind of content could be seen as trash by someone else, and viceversa. If you wish for respect then you have to give others the same respect in return. - the more condescending and pushy you come on to other fans and creators the less those people are going to respond favourably to create the kind of content you desire, btw. You are self-sabotaging hard. Educate yourself, have a good look at yourself/selves in the mirror, and DO BETTER. Be kind, be respectful. Love begets love. Heavens know life is already hard enough as it is without actively making other people miserable. 

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

Can I have Finn's other persona, the Prince, headcanons, please? 👉🏻👈🏻

I feel like I need to warn here. Prince isn’t really... the hearts and flowers guy. So, I apologize in advance. I touched on a lot of these in the other post I did for him, but honestly, there was a little more I could’ve done, so yes, yes, gladly. I’ll do this. I love this particular character, btw. Even though he’s a raging damn asshole for the most part. Or maybe that’s why I love it? Idk.. anyway, thank you for sending me these and I’m so so so sorry it took a thousand years to get them posted.

Warnings: 

uhh.. Kids under 18, go the entire fuck outside, please, I beg of you. I’m saying this out of love/respect for you guys.... Because I like to try and do these as honestly and true to canon/character in kayfabe as I can and yeah... Prince can be ... one hell of a guy. I don’t really know how out of pocket this is liable to get, tbh. I’ll trigger/squick tag everything I think might be bothersome before I post this.

wax play, body fluids, aggressive sex, biting, public sex, rope play, hot and cold play, sensory deprivation, knife play are all the tw’s i have for you all, tbh.

Tagging:

@kyleoreillysknee @rampagewriting @writertoo18 @thatnerdwriter @wrestlingismyguiltypleasure @chasingeverybreakingwave @waywardwrestlewritingwaif @sassymox @champbucks @hungmanhorsecarriage @wardl0w @ryantaylorgirl @wrestlingthot @hotyeehawman @darbysallin @gabbynorth98 @bec0m

Other Stuff:

[ ABOUT MY WRITING | MASTERLIST | TAG LIST DOC ]

Okay, first of all.. If I haven’t emphasized this enough already in my previous Prinxe post, what you need to decide before getting involved in any way, shape or form... Is how far are you really willing to go. Because the sex is bomb as fuck a++++++ and all the gold stars, but... Prinxe is a bit of, no.. He can be a huge asshole. He wouldn’t be him if he weren’t. And he’s very entitled. Prideful. So if you two were to argue, and you sit around waiting on him to apologize? Keep waiting. Because that’s all that’s gonna happen. If you can deal with all this shit then cool. Go for it, do you and be happy.

IDK if I touched on this in the other post but.. The man is a masochist. He absolutely gets off on pain. The harder you can tug his hair, the harder you can choke him, the harder you bite down on those very kissable lips... The more he’s going to get off. 

-- On this note.. Do not, by any stretch, expect him to go easy on you or treat you like a piece of fine china, because what you do to him will be done back to you. If you’re not into inflicting or receiving pain, it’s best to stay far away from the guy.

The more dangerous something sounds, the more he gravitates towards it. This is not always a good thing, either. It’s really not.

I mentioned before that he has a humiliation kink. And he won’t stop until you’re honest to god on the verge of tears. To begin with, the man has himself a razor tongue and cold iron wit... adding the fact that he gets off on using words to hurt/embarass others? Yikes. 

I mentioned shibari in the last one. His favorite thing to do while he’s got you all tied up and straining against the ropes -he’ll demand you squirm and move for him btw, because the biggest part of being into shibari/the act of rope play for him is the fact that you’re right there and you can’t get away until he lets you, .. Anyway, where was I? He really likes to take this knife with a delicate thin and cold blade... And trail it over your body. Cutting away your clothes, because let’s face it, you’re not going to have a stitch to wear when you’re with him. You’re going to be naked and ready to go at any time. So.. Knifeplay is another kink I can kinda see Prinxe having. No, he wouldn’t intentionally hurt you on purpose. But really, you need to ask yourself if you trust the guy enough to be anywhere near you with a knife. Or ropes. Or hot wax..

Very into hot cold play. Loves to drip hot candle wax on your naked body.

Doesn’t bother to hide the screen when you two are having a hot and heavy and filthy cam session while he’s on the road. So.. if you’re not into god knows who seeing you in various states of undress and near feral horniness, then it won’t bother you. But if you believe that private things need to stay private, you’re not going to like this about the guy at all.

Loves to grab hold of your jaw when you’re about to swallow his load and smirk in satisfaction. Nothing gets him off more than when he watches his sexual partner swallow and taste him.

-- Has made you taste yourself for him. The way you whimpered and moaned and groaned had him coming in seconds if I’m being honest.

-- The more vocal you are when giving him a blow job or when he’s pounding you, the harder it’s going to be to keep him from utterly wrecking you or controlling his own orgasm because there’s something about your little noises that make him dangerously close to getting off every time you make them. And bet your ass, he does literally everything he can to keep you noisy, no matter the situation. Even if it’s a public setting. He doesn’t care.

Anybody whose with him needs to have a very broad and open mind, because Prinxe here is constantly evolving in kinks and things he wants to try out on you. And he’s not the kind of guy who wants to have you talked into whatever it is he wants to do wit hyou either. Nothing would make him lose interest faster if we’re being honest. He’s pretty much just ghosted people for far less. So if your mind is closed, probably best to steer clear.

Prinxe is into men and women. If he finds you desirable, he’s going to pursue you. In his own way, of course. Just... Whether you’re a man or a woman, please remember.. This guy is very good at pouring on the charm and seeming like a legit perfect guy. Know that he has many, many faults. Some worse than others. Know what you’re in for and know your limitations. Be firm with him.

-- On that note... a lesser known thing about our boy here... he is totally into his partner being dominant af too. He absolutely loves the power struggle. He tends to win most of the time, but whew.. is it ever one hell of a time during the whole chase / power struggle.

The man has a huge spanking kink. Getting and giving. Only rarely does the getting part of it get indulged though because Prinxe is not the type to easily hand over the dominant role in bed because that means he’s at your mercy and nope.. That is not him. He cannot stand relinquishing control. At all.

-- This goes without saying, it has happened. But it’s very very rare. So don’t expect it. And if you do, either go elsewhere or lower your expectations.

The man does NOT like condoms. At all. That said, this is one of few things he will concede on. If you want him to wear one, he will. He’s also a stickler for safewords. He’s not the best at aftercare, but.. On occasion, he does attempt it. Only if he’s reasonably serious about someone. And that’s not often either because to be honest, in his mind, it’s Prinxe Devitt’s show and we’re all just living in it.

Lowkey, he’d love it if he met just one person who could meet his difficult nature, have a glowing and shiny spine to stand against it and just dominante the fuck out of him. He’d die before admitting it, but he’d love just one time to have someone turn the tables on him.

-- if you were to do that, he’d be a begging and whimpering, overstimulated mess in your mercy.

-- It’s not quite clear how one would go about doing that though, so good luck figuring it out.

Very into sensory deprivation. Loves to edge you until you’re crying and begging and squirming at his every touch. But very into sensory deprivation. Total sensory deprivation. He’ll blindfold you, gag you, tie you up and tease you until you’re at your brink.

-- secretly wants to have it done to him because holy shit, he’d love that. he’d never admit it, as I said, but yeah.

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As I mentioned b4, I'm rewatching TW (s1 & s2) and I've been wondering since I joined the fandom how old is Derek. I knew it was never clear but now that I'm rewatching it I'm realising just how much plot holes there are in the show and this is the perfect example. In the first ep Stiles says that Derek is "a few years ahead of them in school" and that the fire happened 10 yrs ago which we know isn't true bc Derek said to Scott that the fire happened 6 yrs ago which then brings me to how (1/?)

old is Derek and how old he was when the whole freaking Kate thing happened. Being a few yrs older than Stiles and Scott would mean imo not more than 4 yrs max bc Stiles wouldn't really remember him otherwise which indicates that Derek is cca 20 yrs old during s1 and that the whole Kate thing happened when he was 14 which once again isn't possible bc of the Paige thing and this is so frustrating bc this is literally the base of the ENTIRE SHOW bc if the fire didn't happen Peter wouldn't (2/?)  go crazy and kill Laura and all of those people and (most importantly for the show) wouldn't bite Scott!!!!!!! (3/3) Thank you for listening/reading my rant and hopefully I copy pasted it correctly and got the point across :D 

(I didn’t know how to tag this as a trigger warning so if anyone knows the correct tag, please tell me because I don’t want anyone to get triggered. This ask talks a lot about Kate and Derek’s gross and abusive history so if that hits you hard, please don’t read it and take care of yourself <3) 

Derek’s age is a continuity thing I see discussed a lot across the fandom and honestly, I think the answer is nobody knows, not even Jeff |D 

I know @always-the-little-spoon told me once that the original script said Derek in episode one of season one was supposed to be 18 (or maybe 19? This convo happened so long ago and as I keep saying, MY MEMORY IS SHITE!) but basically only legit 2-3 years older than Stiles and Scott. 

But then the fire timeline doesn’t add up to his age, because as far as I recall (or it’s been said? Or implied? Or theorized?) Derek was def still a minor when the whole Kate thing happened, but like 16-17 (I feel like someone at one point says Derek was 16 when the fire happened so that would mean his relationship with Kate was when he was either 15 or 16) Typing this is squicking me so bad bleh

But yeah, as time passes, it’s implied Derek is A Full Adult™ of like, a mature 25-26, so suddenly the age gap between Scott/Stiles and Derek jumped. 

I think overall, if I’m looking at it from a devil’s advocate POV, is that they wanted Derek in the “teen” spectrum to fit the “TEEN Wolf” theme, but then as they developed his back story and realized “Oh... wait... if the fire happened ten years ago, and he’s eighteen/nineteen in the pilot, then he’d... oh noooooo~” SERIOUSLY THIS IS MAKING ME UNCOMFORTABLE TO TYPE So they had to make him older, but even then they were probably like “Mmm, even if we make him 25, then he’d only be 15 ten years ago and that isn’t great, either. What if we make him 24, and the fire was six years ago? Then we can say he was just shy of 18 so he’s still a minor, but the ‘older’ side of being a minor.” STILL A MINOR KATE YOU GROSS GROSS LADY! 

Is it more likely they forgot how old they made Derek and how long ago the fire was? Yes. Yes it is. But is it also possible they realized their horrid mistake and fixed it? I mean, maybe? >.> 

Bottom line, no one knows how old Derek is, least of all Derek. So you get to make it up like everything else we do while writing 8D