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maleyanderecafe · 9 months ago

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Good day! I was wondering if your review on Restart Heart has changed after the new demo came out recently? If you haven't played it yet, I suggest trying it out and letting us know what you think of it.

After trying my hand at the updated demo, I can safely say that my personal opinion has changed quite a bit since the very first version. The MC seems a touch more like an insufferable prick now with how rude they are towards some characters, how "Mary Sue" they act in given situations, and how they overreact to certain events occurring around them. Their inner thoughts and rational thinking are nothing like mine as well, but that's more of a personal thing. While I'm aware it's currently still a demo and these events aren't considered "canon" by the dev, it isn't exactly doing a good job at persuading me to try out the finished version of the game once it comes out.

I do like that there are more than one "main" yandere now, however unfortunately none of the other characters aside from Ezra and Sammy really appeal to me. Each character seems very "stereotypical" and play into a very specific trope, but it's been like that since the first release so I'm not too bothered by it. I guess I was hoping for more developed and interesting characters in the update and got let down with the lack of improvement from the first version.

I'm also unsure how I feel about how overly "woke" the demo is trying to be? The overuse of Arabic phrases by Bess seems somewhat out of place and repetitive, so many characters are overtly trans or use their ethnicity as a base for their personality (especially seen on tumblr), the NSFW scenes [in the first version] feel like I was being babysat with the constant "consent check ins" and boundary implementations, and characters like Steph talk about their job [a pornstar] as though it's something to glorify or romanticize. The game's job is to make these characters appealing enough for us to pursue but I can't get over how forced/unnecessary their backstories and personalities feel. I'm transmasc myself but I'm put off by these constant reminders being shoved in my face at every turn, especially on the official tumblr page. I like that these sorts of things are being represented in a positive way (much less in a visual novel where it's so rare), but I don't like how constant and overplayed they are.

I will say that the writing has definitely improved in the new demo and it doesn't feel as overtly casual with the grammar and punctuation anymore (almost as if the narrator was texting me rather than talking to me). The characters have established connections with the MC now which I like, though I understand that this may not be everyone's cup of tea. The new CGs are nice too, however I won't comment on the updated art style since I personally prefer the scratchy anime style of games like TKATB, Mushroom Oasis, and even 14DWY [the first version]. I've always liked the music used and the GUI looks good, so I didn't mind not seeing much of an update for them in the new demo.

Overall, I have mixed feelings but I'm hopeful and optimistic that the finished version will be much better if the updated demo is anything to go by. I also hope there won't be a price tag on the finished product because as good as it is now, there is still so much that needs to be improved on to justify even a $5 label. These are my personal thoughts, though I'd love to hear yours as well.

It took me a while to replay the new demo and then find the older demos since it's no longer on the itchio page (There is still a link for the third day, but I had to watch epsylion's video on the fourth day, which excludes some routes). I admit that while I am generally aware of what is going on with various vns and their updates, I haven't had time to really go through and play most of them, so if there is a game that I have gone over before but it has updated, feel free to send me an ask.

Restart Heart seems to have an interesting conception, with the game going up to it's fourth day, before eventually being pulled back into a shorter demo that encapsulates the first day, likely to revamp and improve on the game as a whole. As such, I'm not sure if I've missed anything specifically as I'm not on the patreon . As a quick recap, the general plot of the first demo was that the MC, Sugar basically went on a huge party rager after finding out their ex fiance cheated on them and got their younger sister pregnant. As a result, the four days that we do spend with Sugar and the other characters are generally Sugar attempting to get back on their feet with the help of Ezra and the other characters, Bess, Blaire, Sammy, Chris and Steph along with sleeping with some of them if you so choose to. The new demo is a bit similar but only covers Sugar before finding out about the cheating, with them having a smaller interaction with the rest of the crew at the chocolate place they work at (namely that they almost got crushed by a bunch of staplers).

I think compared to the four day version of Restart Heart, I actually prefer this new demo's Sugar to the old one, though that's likely going to change once they find out about the cheating that's going on. While I understand that Sugar is going through a generally horrible situation of someone cheating on them, I also find their behavior kind of hard to deal with and not that much fun to play with. This is just my general gripe with a lot of yandere vns, not just Restart Heart in particular, where the MC tends to be very cynical and dislikes doing... well anything, which to me is a touch tedious and kind of annoying at times. I also feel like from the four day version, they feel a lot more bitter and angry (again due to the break up) but also coddled very heavily as well. Understandably it is nice to have someone who is able to care about you and try to make things feel better when everything feels like it's falling apart, but to me it still feels very infantalizing in some aspects, with every character seemingly trying to nurse Sugar back to feeling better. It's likely more of a me thing since I've always been the type of person to drag myself back up by my feet, rather than attempt to rely too much on other people. In the new demo, Sugar has yet to experience this (at least from what I can tell) so is generally more stable and less prickly. I don't think it's particularly Mary Sue like in the new demo, considering that I feel like if my friend almost got crushed by a bunch of staplers, we'd all run over there too and make sure that they're okay, though I can see where you're coming from since most of the characters are revolving around Sugar in that sort of way. It's hard to say what kind of characters the Restart Heart gang will be considering that it is still a demo, but considering it did have four days already out, I can see what you mean. We don't get to see too much into their lives (outside of Blaire, I think which probably has the most characterization out of Chris and of course Ezra). It would be nice for them to do other things as well like go out on dates or just hang out more one on one (like going to hang out at the library with Sammy, for instance) to get to know them a bit more.

Interesting take on it. I did notice that Bess uses a lot of Arabic phrases, kind of like someone who is trying to learn the language and is attempting to use it in their every day life so that they can remember it. I don't think that specifically was the intention, but it did come off like that for me. I'm not really sure what you mean by "overtly trans or use their ethnicity as a base for their personality", do you mean as more of like that's their main personality trait? A very minor confusion I have with the game is the use of pronouns that are attached onto the characters. That in itself isn't really a problem but it does seem a touch redundant because there is a character bio for all of the characters that already has the pronouns on it. Not anything huge, but it is a strange decision to make. The checkins for nsfw content is generally a thing that happens in a lot of r18 yandere vns, but I do get that it does feel very babysitting like, especially if it's something that happens after the initial agreement.

I do agree that the writing has improved a lot more, with the characters written in a more lifelike manner and feels more like they have known Sugar for a while. I also agree that it's nice that they have more stronger connections to Sugar this time around. I think the music is good, though I do wish that they would change it up more since the same soundtrack repeated does make it a bit tiring (though this is likely just a demo thing). Lilith did a good job of coding everything as expected, especially with the pronoun, name, partner, nickname choices in the very beginning. There is a lot of variation for people who want to be called a specific way during the NSFW parts (though admittedly I don't really like most of them since well, I prefer submissive yanderes). They are doing a lot of projects right now, so it is hard to say when the full version will come out and what the quality will be right now. Hopefully it will come out well though, and there will be more yandere content that I can shift through.

#Restart heart #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #asks

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kingofpuppets · 8 months ago

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elden ring dlc spoilers

here's my 2 cents about the dlc and the reactions i'm seeing

i have no intention of writing a post analyzing in-depth the lore of the dlc since i've yet to go through every dialogue and item description as i did for base game – anything i were to write now would be incomplete at best – so this is not it. i just wanted to address the overall dissatisfaction i'm seeing from a lot of people. like, as someone who spent weeks after playing the base game reading every single line of text in the game, analyzing each environment, enemy placement and design, seeing the reaction people are having to the dlc lore is quite funny. i get being disappointed a character isn't what you thought they'd be but going so far as to scream "bad writing!" is a bit excessive. i even saw people claiming miyazaki changed the writing to pander to the fans and, seriously? fromsoftware never came close to doing that and there's absolutely no reason for them to start now. but anyways, as i mentioned before i'm a huge lore nerd, the kind with a huge mind map containing nearly all relevant item descriptions, there's nothing in the base game i haven't read, so i think it's safe to say i have a somewhat good understanding of what new lore piece in the dlc contradicts what lore piece in the base game. i'm in no way an authority on the matter – there isn't one – nor am i pointing fingers saying "i'm right, you're wrong" – i just don't understand. i've been through countless different theories before i settled on the ones i entered the dlc with and obviously i wasn't right about everything – especially because a lot of it is speculation not to mention there's not really a right or wrong, only different interpretations of the same materials – but nothing new i encountered contradicted the base game lore i had put together. if anything, it strengthened even more some of my theories. so many people are upset about miquella being the main antagonist or that he's evil (which i completely disagree with, especially some posts portraying miquella as some kind of cartoon villain which is more speculation than anything with actual support from in-game lore), but everything was leading up to it if not in the base game in the dlc (the moment i found miquella's discarded love i figured who the final boss might be, when i found st. trina i was sure). "but the radahn fight comes out of nowhere" maybe there's no direct mentions of it in the base game but it is hinted quite well albeit very subtlety what miquella wanted to do with him in one of the dlc quests – not to mention radahn makes the most obvious sense when you think of miquella/radahn as a parallel to marika/godfrey. and miquella using mohg is not even worth mentioning – i hope my fellow mohg enthusiasts are feeling vindicated, as am i. in short, nothing seemed out of place for me at all. so i was really taken aback when i went into the tags and saw the overall mood. everyone can have different opinions regarding their enjoyment of the dlc nor are there right and wrong theories in a fromsoftware game where the lore is so vague but it's quite upsetting seeing people talk about how "the dlc ruined miquella's character" or "the dlc lore has no connection to the base game" when that's simply not true. if anything, the dlc only added more depth to miquella and even if i was heartbroken at the death of my favorite elden ring character, it made sense thematically. if anything i'm more upset about the fight itself but that's a gameplay problem which is not the focus of the post.

#i’m always open to discussions btw #i love talking about the lore of this game and it’s almost always fun to see other people’s different interpretations and theories #however i won’t stand by people calling the writing of the dlc bad bc it doesn’t fit the views they had of the lore #there are many things that can and should be criticized in this dlc but the overall lore is not it #elden ring spoilers #elden ring #shadow of the erdtree #shadow of the erdtree spoilers #sote spoilers #luca.txt

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 years ago

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The Duff 14

Warnings: groping, insecurity, food and body issues, manipulation, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥♥

Image credit (I want to give dues where due but don’t want the creator to keep getting tagged in my posts as I have been approached by some before that they don’t want me in their notifs)

You skip lunch, trying to make up for missed time. The hours fly by and you only look up from your desk as Marnie packs up. You wish her a good night and Taylor leaves soon after without a word.

You cradle your forehead and pull your phone closer, flipping it over. Notifications stack on the lock screen unnoticed as you keep it muted in the office. You don't need Gloria lecturing you again about professionalism.

That most of the notifications are messages from Curtis both surprises you and doesn't. You fully thought he was too mad to bother yet he's left a scroll of texts. He's a bit much, too much.

Ugh, you don't know. You put down the phone and rub your eyes. It's just all too fast. You're panicking. And clueless. You just really don't know if you're blowing it out of proportion.

You retrieve your phone and flip up the lockscreen. You thumb through your contacts and hit Stephanie's name. You hesitate, hovering over the keyboard.

'Hey, sup?'

Hopefully she answers. You can ask her about Curtis. Or maybe you're better off just forgetting him. You're almost too embarrassed to tell anyone. You're probably being stupid.

You go back to your work. Gloria is already gone. You barely saw her before she left for the courthouse and Charles dipped out after his lunch. You might be the only person left in the office.

You enjoy the solitary. You feel like you haven't been alone in forever. You never realised how much you actually enjoy it.

Your steady typing fills the silence. You ease into the lull, the sky dimming through the windows, casting a haze over your cubicle. You save the file and check the time. You should go. At this point, you're working for free.

The click of a door handle frightens you. You assure yourself it's just the cleaner but the scuff of a sole assures you otherwise. Andy lets out a garbled noise.

"Shoot, sorry, I didn't realise anyone was still here," he says.

"Just about to leave," you grab your phone and make a face at the new alert. Even more messages and none from Stephanie.

"Avoiding home?" Andy wonders as he pulls shut his office door.

"Not exactly," you shut down your computer and grab your bag from under your desk, "just… not in a hurry."

"I know the feeling. Not rearing to sit down to a microwave steak and powdered potatoes," he kids, "you know what people never warn you about when you divorce? The cooking."

You force a laugh. It's nice of him to humour you. You suppose your problems could be worse. You don't have to worry about custody or alimony or really anything but yourself. Maybe that's why Curtis is making you so anxious.

"Not tryna be inappropriate but you have any suggestions? Might be better off grabbing something on the way."

"Er," you shoulder your bag, "the taco place isn't too bad from what I hear. My friends said it was amazing.:

"You didn't go?"

"Uh, no," you admit as you rub your neck, making the awkward shuffle towards the door ahead of him, "I was busy."

You won't admit that they didn't invite you and that you were at home watching their Insta stories about the ghost pepper salsa. No one needs to know that. You wish you could forget that altogether.

"Hmm, I don't mind Mexican," he follows you through the door, "how about you? What's for dinner?"

"I don't know, cereal," you scoff as you head down the stairs, "easier than cooking."

He's quiet as the stairs creak beneath his feet. The old building groans as you come down to the main floor. You don't even feel much like eating.

"I hate to be… too forward but you wanna join me for tacos? My treat."

"Hmm?" You pause at the door and glance back at him.

"I mean, you want something quick and I hate eating alone. Every night. In front of the TV."

You feel a pluck of sympathy. You can't tell if he's playing it up or joking. You also don't know how acceptable it would be to have dinner with your boss.

"You don't have to stay. We can grab take out and you can enjoy it at home."

You keep your hand on the door and tap your toe. It's just food, right? You hate to turn down a free meal and Andy's harmless.

"If I'm being honest, I really just don't wanna walk in by myself. I feel like a bit of a sad sack," he lowers his voice. "So?"

You tilt your head back and forth. It will be a good excuse not to look at your phone. You tuck the cell phone on the side pocket of your bag and give a smile.

"Sure, why not? If you're paying, I'm not complaining."

#curtis everett x reader #dark curtis everett #curtis everett #dark!curtis everett #snowpiercer #au #drabble #the DUFF #series #andy barber #defending jacob

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glacial-waltzes · 6 months ago

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Kaeya, cavalry captain of Mondstadt! A pleasure to meet you all~ 23, he/him.

This picture isn't fully accurate now, but Borealis is still with me! Along with his other friends who keep tailing us around, haha.

Kaeya’s pokemon

Pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Lynette. 21 and she/her only.

Kaeya has let me borrow his... odd mechanism when I please. If you are interested in magic, or my brothers… this is the wrong time and place for that. But if you wish to speak with me... just get to the point.

Lynette’s pokemon

If any of you see my good friend Aether, or our other companions, Alhaitham or Furina, please do let us know. We’re a bit worried for them.

//Universe shared with - @diamond-lost-in-time - @fallenboughtkeeper (on the genshin side) - @blueberry-gills - non emo au of @arven-x-drayster-4ever (both on the pokemon side)

please go through ‘read more’ before interacting!

Heyaaa!! It’s @saywha413, mod of @arven-x-drayster-4ever, @ask-sarah-and-co, and all the other blogs in that universe!

I love Kaeya genshin sm and I thought a faller blog would be silly…

since this is a separate universe from my main one, I’d be alright with him being in like other universes if that makes sense? but uh. hmu if you want to do like a rp thread or join universes or smth.

Note relating to the actual genshin part. The only other faller chars planned (as of rn) are the ones he listed. Most other chars will be back on Teyvat- so in @/fallernboughtkeeper’s side.

finally. There will be kaether (kaeya/aether) bc I am crazy abt them. Aether is 20 (under legal drinking age of 21). I am also highly considering furina/lynette and kaeya/aether/alhaitham but we’ll see lmao

Pelipper mail/malice/mystery gifts: ✔️ Musharna mail/malice: ✔️ Union circle: ✔️ In character hate: ✔️ Magic anons: depends on the anon

Anyone can interact, given that we keep it within a social media context.

also full icon bc im super proud of how it turned out

Tag guide:

I didn't know you were such a slacker. Anything by Kaeya Hey; fancy joining me at the tavern for a bit? Asks We're not frozen in place; after all. Reblogs Haha; just don't feel intimidated by what I can do. Plot related stuff Hehe; seems all the other knights already have their hands full. Anything long lol

There is nothing new under the sun... Is that really true? Anything by Lynette + text color

ask games ooc posts ooc reblogs

dividers: x og icon (mines a redraw): x header: x background of lugia image: x

#pokemon irl #pkmn irl #rotomblr #faller irl #genshin impact #kaeya alberich #genshin kaeya #art #genshin lynette #lynette

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the-tmnt-ficfinder · 3 days ago

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Ficfinder finds: Turning Purple

Chapter 1: Turning Purple

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49412053/chapters/124696411#main

(I'll fix the link to the fic once embeds are working again)

Chapter 1 Summary: After the Krang’s attempted invasion, Donnie starts to experience some… adverse side effects from connecting to the Technodrome. This is very loosely inspired by somerandomdudelmao’s apocalyptic series on tumblr. Warnings for this fic!!! As mentioned in the tags, cancer is a big theme here. Also medical procedures, and needles. There will be lots of depressing moments, but I try to balance it out with some wholesome fluff... ya know, eventually.

Turning Purple: Appraisal and Ratings

(Don't know what fanfic "Appraisal and Ratings" means? Check out my explanation on my Main Masterpost! Looking for a different fanfic to read? Head on over to my Fanfic List Masterpost!)

Disclaimer: This fanfic is unfinished, so this post will continue to update as the fic updates. This fanfic is written by @lizaaardstuff, so go show them some love and support!!

The fanfic ratings are not based on quality, favoritism, or how good I think it is, but rather, how intense a subject may be. Like a movie review, or the tags on Ao3, letting the readers know what to expect.

Plot: 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Plot is four out of five!! This first chapter of Turning Purple, though it doesn't delve into the action part of the plot point, wastes no time jumping right into the medical part of the plot!!"

Suspense/Mystery: 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Suspense/Mystery is four out of five!! This chapter has a lot of suspense, that builds right into mystery! The suspense is built as Leo and Donnie attempt to figure out what exactly is making Donnie sick, then is turned into mystery as the diagnosis isn't revealed in this chapter. Cliffhanger!!"

Angst/Hurt: 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Angst/Hurt is four out of five!! As this takes place just a little bit after the invasion, the boys are already trying so hard to recover. This chapter has a lot of medical angst, along with some really well written sibling angst!"

Fluff/Comfort: 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

"Fluff/Comfort is zero out of five!! Chapter 1 of Turing Purple, has pretty much no comfort nor fluff in it whatsoever."

Emotions Conveyed: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Emotions Conveyed is three out of five!! This chapter has some really strong emotional scenes that really got me in the feels!! This chapter contains a lot of fear, and worry pertaining to medical topics."

Drama/Tension Level: 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Drama/Tension Level is four out of five!! This chapter has less drama, and more tension, especially between Leo and Donnie, with most of it being fear based."

Triggers: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Triggers are three out of five!! This chapter is very heavy on medical topics and potential diagnoses. Potential triggers you may need to keep an eye out for are; medical talk, needles, deep bruising, and fear for health. Remember, read the tags and stay safe!"

Legibility (Reading): 💛💛💛💛💛

"Legibility (Reading) is five out of five!! Chapter 1 of Turning Purple has no strange text, no images or anything, and is written very well, making it a smooth read!!"

Legibility (Audio): 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Legibility (Audio) is four out of five! The formatting for this chapter is fairly enjoyable to listen to, however, the section breaks don't' translate well into audio book formatting as they're mostly paragraph spacing. Along with that, some of the sentences in this chapter are written in italics for emphasis, meaning if you listen to it as an audio book, you'll miss that."

Length: 💛💛🖤🖤🖤

"Length is two out of five!! Chapter 1 of Turning Purple takes about 17-18 minutes to listen to!!"

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Next Chapter ->

Turning Purple: Story Ratings and Chapter List

Personal thoughts on chapter below cut (Contains Spoilers)

Donnie could feel a headache pressing on his temples, and every muscle in his body felt like they were being wrung out like a hand towel. His battle shell felt heavy and like it was digging into his shoulders. Donnie's discomfort must have been obvious because suddenly Leo was handing him a Dixie cup full of water and some light pain killers. When did he grab those? Without a word he grabbed the offered items from his brother, downing the meds and water, praying for a quick relief.

Ok, first things first, I love it when people incorporate real life items/brands into their writing, as it really helps make a scene feel so much more lifelike!! A cup is easy to imagine, but you really don't put much thought into what the cup is textured like. The moment a Dixie cup is brought up, it opens up texture, smell, density, and so much more, without even having to explain!! It just adds so much more character!

After realizing this wasn't a simple cold or flu, Leo wanted to run more serious tests. Donnie, ever the scientist that he is, immediately was on board. He helped Leo collect the supplies he would need, considering his very much still injured twin was on crutches. Though his usually fun adventures to find equipment topside were now dampened by the reminder that this wasn't for some fun science experiment or a big project, this was about his mysterious illness. By the knowledge that there might be something actually wrong.

I like how rather than being against it, Donnie is for the testing. Don't get me wrong, I quite enjoy a good reluctant fussy Donnie, but I also enjoy this quite a bit!! Donnie would indeed be interested in his own condition, not in the health sense, but for science!!

Donnie just nods along, almost feeling numb. Bone marrow sample kept floating around in his head. He and Leo had both read the same medical textbooks growing up, so he knew where Leo's mind was going. A low white blood cell count most likely means there's something wrong with his bone marrow, which could be the result of so many factors. Exposer to certain chemicals, leukopenia, leukocytosis... The most likely answer is the Krang have something to do with it. Maybe the ship. The others need to be tested too...

For those who aren't fluent in medical terminology:

"Leukopenia (low white blood cell count) happens when you have a lower-than-normal number of white blood cells. Specifically, you have fewer neutrophils than normal. Neutrophils are white blood cells that act as your immune system’s first line of defense. Without enough white blood cells, you’re more vulnerable to developing infections."

"Leukocytosis is condition characterized by increased levels of leukocytes in the blood. Leukocytes are a type of white blood cell that help protect your body against illness and infection."

"Although leukocytosis typically occurs when you’re sick, it can also be caused by several other factors, such as stress."

There are five different types of leukocytosis:

Neutrophilia. This common type of leukocytosis is caused by an increase in neutrophils, which account for 40–60 percent of the white blood cells (WBC) in your body.

Lymphocytosis. This occurs when you have high levels of lymphocytes, which make up 20–40 percent of your white blood cells.

Monocytosis. This form of leukocytosis is characterized by high levels of monocytes, which comprise about 2–8 percent of your white blood cells.

Eosinophilia. Like monocytosis, this type of leukocytosis is uncommon and is caused when you have a high number of eosinophils, which make up about 1–4 percent of the white blood cells in your body.

Basophilia. As the rarest form of leukocytosis, basophilia occurs when you have increased levels of basophils, which only account for 0.1–1 percent of your body’s white blood cells.

Each form of leukocytosis is linked with several health conditions:

neutrophilia: inflammation and infections

lymphocytosis: leukemia and viral infections

monocytosis: cancer and other types of infections

eosinophilia: parasites and allergies

basophilia: leukemia

Deep purple and blue blotches have started to form around the site Leo had drawn his blood from, spreading up his arm. It wouldn't have been too concerning if there was just some bruising, maybe after an hour or so, but this had formed so rapidly.

"Thrombocytopenia occurs when your bone marrow doesn’t make enough platelets. Platelets are blood cells that form blood clots to help stop bleeding. People with this condition may bleed a lot and the bleeding may be hard to stop. Thrombocytopenia affects people with certain medical conditions like autoimmune disease or who take certain medications."

"I'm just hoping I'm wrong. The bone marrow aspiration and biopsy will tell me one way or another." Leo says, averting his eyes so that he didn't have to make eye contact as he was being purposely avoidant of the question. "Leo! Just. Tell me." Donnie feels like he's going crazy. "As your doctor, I am not going to tell you until I have an official diagnosis with all of the information." Leo's eyes were now looking up at the ceiling, and he was leaning back on the counter again. "Ignoring the fact you just called yourself a doctor in the absence of any actual medical degree or license, can't you tell me as my brother? Or even a peer? I'm a scientist, I can handle whatever hypotheses you have cooked up, Nardo!" "Just- just trust me on this, please Don- I... I need to be sure." And Leo's voice cracked with emotion enough times in that to make Donnie back down.

This may just be a me thing, as I've been exposed to things like this before (not myself, but people I've known) but I guessed pretty soon what was going on. Based off the symptoms, I can see why Leo's reacting like that. They all need hugs!!

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years ago

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Jimin

𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 [Intro]

In which temptation isn't all that tempting any longer when you give into it every time, and forevers aren't really forever at all.

Main Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Jimin x Reader, Enemies to lovers, mentions of 'being high' (drug usage in a way), mentions of one night stand

Length: 1.1k words

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A/N: hello hi its been a while since I've written Jimin content

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If Jimin was to be described as a sin, he'd be gluttony for sure.

He doesn't deny himself anything, is known to be one to go to if you just want to indulge in nothing but mindless pleasure. He still goes to bloodbanks just to the government doesn't get any whiff of what he's doing behind closed door- but he technically doesn't have to. He gets all the blood he could ever want whenever he wants- more than enough.

A knock is heard on his front door. He gets up slowly, still drowsy from both sleep and his most recent blood high.

His highs, these days, are all disappointing however. Be it his blood high or any kind of orgasm he experiences- it's all just empty. It sours his mood greatly, makes him easily irritated- but it might also be just a sideffect from overconsumption. So when he opens the door he's ready to complain- but he sees no one?

Oh. You're short.

"I- uh-" You stammer, gaze locked onto his naked upper body for a second, before you seem to catch yourself again. "My- my friend stayed over at.. your place and.." You mumble, growing especially uneasy it seems once Jimin leans against the side of his door, mood having switched entirely as he watches you squirm around in front of him. He's always had a thing for shy girls- they always turn out to be the most adventurous later on. "..we have a presentation in like.. an hour and she- didn't text me back so?" You worry, and he chuckles.

"Come in." He simply nods inside, pushing himself off the side of his door. "I'll go wake her up. You can wait here." He tells you, pointing towards a very luxurious looking sofa. You sit down quietly, on the very edge of it- definitely on edge because you're going to be late, and you hate being late. You can hear someone get up and into the shower, before Jimin returns to the living room, laughing at the way you sit, finally at least somewhat covered by a dark red morning robe of some sorts.

Though it's pretty useless, considering he barely tied it shut at all.

"Don't be so tense, darling." He teases, walking towards his kitchenette to grab some water from his fridge. "So, what's that presentation about?" He asks, and you look at your hands rather than him as you think about it. Only now does he notice you've actually taken off your shoes at the front door.

So polite, he thinks to himself. Adorable.

"I uh.. it's, kind of, confidential.." You say, and he walks closer to you, boldly sitting down next to you on his sofa, a lot more relaxed than you are. It makes sense- after all, this is his home, his place, you're simply a guest right now.

"Aw, you can tell me!" He jokes, taking a sip of his water. "I promise I won't tell." He hums charmimgly, watching you with interest.

"No." You deny however, and he feels something bubble up inside him. It's excitement. It's something new.

You're something new.

"Hm, alright then." He shrugs, still looking at you. "Say, have you ever been bitten before?" He asks, and your eyes widen, before you shake your head. "Cute. You look like it, too." He comments.

"What's.. that supposed to mean." You complain, and he chuckles.

"Nothing bad." He promises. "Maybe if I ask nicely, you'll let me have a taste?" He wonders, but much to his surprise, you don't seem at all convinced.

"I'd rather not." You say, looking over at the bedroom where the connected bathroom has opened again. "I'm not interested in these things." You say, and he nods.

"No shame in being traditional I guess." He shrugs. "A bit boring for my taste, but no judgement on my side." He lifts his hands almost in defeat, and you just stay silent.

It's not like you're boring or anything. You just don't want to be used like that anymore.

"Though there's more to it, hm?" Jimin seems to smell your inner turmoil, making you fidget a bit on your spot, fingers playing with the hem of your skirt. He's about to say something when your friend suddenly emerges from the bedroom, making you get up immediately- something that frustrates him yet again. It's not like he had a bad time with your friend- not at all, but she's been nothing but the same as he always gets.

You on the other hand, look like you might be something new.

Something exciting.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry-" You friend whines, searching for her jacket. "-I completely forgot, holy shit, fuck!" She curses, making you giggle a bit to yourself- a sound Jimin instantly picks up on.

"It's fine, don't rush." You comfort her, walking closer to her as if to escape from the vampire in the house. "I have some clothes in my car you can change into at work." You tell her, and she turns towards you to hug you tightly, playfully kissing the side of your cheek. Jimin wonders if you like tender gestures like these.

You'd probably enjoy it slow and sensual, romantic even. Not something he usually goes for- but he could make an exception for you, if you'd let him.

"You're an angel, you know that?" She says, picking up her shoes to slip them back on. "Oh, Jimin- uh" She starts, but he waves her off.

"No worries." He tells her, aware that situations like these tend to be awkward for anyone. "Good luck on your super secret presentation." The vampire teases, and your friend giggles.

"Oh it's about-" She starts, but you hold your hand over her mouth, which looks hilarious considering your friend's height.

Jimin laughs. You're cute. You probably taste sugary sweet, he thinks.

"Say, I know you're not like that." He quotes you, walking closer. "But-"

"No." You tell him yet again, smile gone from your face, before you open the door. "Goodbye. Thank you for taking care of her." You bow politely, before you leave his home, and him behind.

Jimin always gets what he wants.

He's a master manipulator, after all, well skilled in the arts of persuasion. He always gets what he wants and whoever he wants. He doesn't run after anyone. He doesn't have to chase shit if he doesn't want to.

But this time, it seems like the hunt is on.

And his prey is you.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #park jimin imagine #jimin imagine #jimin x reader #park jimin x reader

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armentas · 27 days ago

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Author Ask Tag

Thanks so much @orphanheirs for tagging me!! I'm going to be answering for Haven <3

What is the main lesson of your story? Why did you choose it?

There's multiple lessons interwoven with each other, but the very core narrative of Haven is that we see the past through rose-tinted glasses. It's easier to look back and reminisce, then it is to mold our present life into something we don't feel the need to escape from. You must be willing to make difficult, scary decisions, instead of waiting for life to be what you want it to be. Happiness isn't something you find, it's something you make.

Haven is a very dear story to me, and also the most "me" story I'm working on because the idea comes from what is probably the most prevalent theme in my own life. A lot of times, I create stories with the purpose of exploring and trying to solve something personal, so I was Heather (the protagonist), and I sometimes still am. Especially as the political environment changes, I've felt that this idea of trying not to live inside sentimentality is something that can be relatable to other people, too. There are some ways where life innately is just different now than it was back then, and that can be challenging.

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding?

Haven doesn't exactly take place in a world of its own (minus the transported-into-your-childhood-self's-body-and-forced-to-relive-everything-all-over-again part), but because I actually want this to be an interactive text-based game, I've been thinking of mechanics that could probably count in that direction?

The main idea is Heather's anxiety disorder being a mechanic of its own, which right now I'm just calling Panic. Your Panic score starts at zero, but increases depending on what decision you make (for example, speaking up about something would be +10 panic, while staying silent wouldn't rack up a score). If you're too reckless, you can hit max panic which basically results in Heather having a panic attack, and renders you incapable of making your own decisions for a period of time. In a game where the goal is "be proactive to try to prevent your brother's suicide from happening a second time", that can be potentially very bad. If you're too careful, though, that can also be bad, because, like in real life, things that make you anxious can end up being very necessary, and result in a better overall outcome. Let's say the default Panic "health bar" is 50 points--another aspect is that your overall health bar can increase or decrease depending on a decision you make. For example, if you take the risk of talking to your brother about something, and it results in a bonding moment between the two of you, Heather will feel more comfortable doing things like that again, making your tolerance go up from 50 to 60.

It's also going to be fairly evil because there are going to be times where you genuinely don't have a choice but to prioritize yourself in moments that could be game-changers, so people you care about are just going to have to watch you stand there silently instead of helping them out during their breakdown. Haven is not for the emotionally faint-of-heart.

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, or help the reader grow as a person?

There's a lot Heather's trying to achieve. She wants the perfect life--she wants her brother back, she wants a more functional family, she wants the wonder of childhood back, she simultaneously wants to stop being so stunted and find agency. She fundamentally wants an amount of love and attention that no person can possibly fulfill, but Beau (her brother) was closest to that fulfillment.

Here's two things I'm trying to bring awareness toward:

1. Children often aren't treated with the respect they deserve. Being a child is often harder than being an adult, even if it looks idyllic. You can't decide what you eat, what you wear, who you spend time with, how you spend that time without someone else's confirmation. If you're like Heather, this is especially apparent and difficult because of Beau's obsessive parenting. She never has a phone or any social media accounts. Visitors of their home can't watch the news because he "doesn't want to stress her out", resulting in her often not knowing what's going on politically. He paces around the room when she's five minutes late. She doesn't know how to make her own food or do housework even once she should be old enough. This ties into Heather's nostalgia and passivity towards her own life, expecting things to go away on their own or even just be solved by Beau himself. Deciding she wants to be the savior is very new to her and she doesn't exactly know how to go about it yet.

2. Tying into not knowing how to be a savior: someone else's suicidality is a very, very complex thing that one person cannot possibly make themselves responsible for. You can do and say the right thing, but in the end, everything is on the other person's terms. You cannot save someone if they don't want to be saved. Like with nostalgia, I think a lot of suicidality is that feeling of being stuck--your life doesn't look the way you want it to, and it feels like there's nothing you can do. There are decisions that can be made for the better; there's just so much risk or sacrifice behind them that it's absolutely paralyzing. The only way out is to take that leap of faith. It can be anything from taking an art class to cutting a big person out of your life. You may not be able to control every bad thing, but even just changing the parts of your life you can control makes all the difference in your perspective. Unfortunately I can't speak in detail about how this applies to Haven without spoiling things, but as we navigate Heather's and subsequently Beau's childhood, we can see that there are a lot of factors involved in why his mental health has developed this way.

It's impossible to make a story completely universal; all of this is just what comforts me, and the conclusions I've come to, personally. But I hope it can be of comfort to other people, too :)

How many chapters is your story going to have?

Haven takes place over the course of 5-7 years, so it may just be divided by year, with sub-chapters making up noteable moments from each year. I have no clue how many sub-chapters there would be, though... Maybe 6? 6 feels like a good number. So depending on the year count, that'd be anywhere from 30-42 chapters. A bit on the lengthy side but sounds about right.

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

It's original content! I'll be using Twine, and when it's done, I'll probably just post it to Tumblr. Or whatever other social media I may be using. I only really use Tumblr.

When did you start writing?

I loved writing 2-4 page short stories in elementary school and passing them around class! Sometimes, they'd be choose-your-own-adventures like Haven. One was a regular story about a boy encountering a slime monster, one was an interactive fiction in an Indiana Jones type labyrinth with spike traps. That's the earliest I remember but apparently I wrote stories even earlier than that. I started actually becoming "serious" about it when I was 12 years old and wanted to write my own warrior cat stories. It all snowballed from there.

Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?

I was genuinely scared of making a writeblr for YEARS. It takes a lot of courage to bear your heart like that for everyone to see, but that vulnerability is so necessary and is what makes your WIPs so compelling! Don't be shy about sharing your writing because there's loads of people just waiting to get hooked on it <3 And if you're someone who doesn't have a writeblr but is considering making one, this is your sign to do it!

I've been meaning to follow more writeblrs recently, but right now some of them are @isherwoodj, @finchmomentwrites, @viscerawrites, @nrivanwrites, @by-thorne, @lavender-laney and @sidhewrites!

#wish it was possible for me to not follow all the same people using the same blog #i'm following 300 people so it's hard to find the users of the ones that are writeblr specifically :(#versus if i could follow writeblrs using armentas. that'd be so much easier #tag game #haven #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writers of tumblr

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sydsaint · 2 years ago

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Summary: The Bloodline implodes at Night Of Champions and the readers finds herself in Romans's crosshairs. But lucky for her, Solo has a problem with that.

It's time for the Night of Champions payperview to kick off, and tensions within The Bloodline are already running high. Everyone is settled into Roman's lavish locker room and doing their own things while they wait for the main event to arrive.

You find yourself standing next to Solo, the standard routine when Roman isn't ordering you around. But Jimmy catches your attention from across the room and beckons you over to his and Jey's side.

"I'll be right back, Solo." You dismiss yourself and head over to Jimmy. "What's up, boys?" You ask the twins once you're at their side.

"How you feeling about tonight, shorty?" Jey asks you.

You shrug and glance back at Solo looking as stoic as ever. "As good as anyone, I guess. Solo seems like he's ready. Not that any of us would know any different."

"Right," Jimmy chuckles. "Do you really think that Roman and Solo can beat Sami and Kevin?" He asks you. "I mean, sure they're family. But they ain't no tag team." He reminds you.

"It won't be an easy match, that's for sure," You offer a neutral reply. "Roman wants me out there with Paul for some reason." You add. "Though I can't imagine why. It's not like I can help in any way."

Jimmy and Jey share a look and a hint of a laugh. "You ain't gonna be out there for him, that's for sure." Jey teases you.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You put a hand on your hip.

"Yeah, Roman's only got you out there for Solo." Jimmy explains with a chuckle. "You're his lucky charm."

You feel your face heat up and shake your head. "I am not!" You protest, but the twins just laugh at your embarrassment.

"Hey! What are you three doing over there!" Roman's voice booms across the room and makes you instinctively turn your head toward him.

"Nothing! Sorry, Roman." Your reply leaves your mouth before you can even process it.

Not wanting to get into any more trouble, you walk over to Paul and chat with him for a while. Soon enough it's time for the main event of the night. You exit the locker room at Paul's side and the group heads down to the ring.

Out in the ring, you glance at Sami and Kevin already standing in the ring before taking your place in The Bloodline's corner. The bell rings and the match begins. You watch Roman interact with Sami and Kevin as well as the crowd and you can't help but notice that his behavior is even more egomaniacal and convoluted than usual. In fact, you've been noticing that trend for a few months now.

When things start to look like they are going to take a turn for the worse, you call on Jimmy and Jey to come out and help. The twins come out from the back when they get your text and begin their assault on Sami and Kevin. Your plan backfires, however, when in an attempt to incapacitate Sami Zayn, the twins accidentally hit Solo with their signature double superkick.

"Oh shit!" Your hand covers your mouth in shock at the sigh of Solo getting hit.

You glance at Roman who has now climbed into the ring looking angrier than you've ever seen him. You watch him slip into the ring and immediately confront Jimmy and Jey. He shouts and pushes around Jey for a moment before it happens.

You watch in utter shock as Jimmy hits Roman in the back in defense of his twin. He hits Roman with a superkick after the champ gets to his feet before he and Jey make their retreat. Unsure of what to do now, you rush over to Paul's side just as Sami pins Solo in the middle of the ring for the win.

"Y/N! Paul!" Roman barks at both of you, beckoning you both to the ring.

"Yes, my Tribal Chief?" Paul speaks first, but Roman's gaze is fixed on you.

Roman stares you down and a chill runs down your spine. "What did you do?" He asks you with an icy stare.

"I...I was trying to help." You stutter out an answer while taking a step back from Roman.

"Don't move!" Roman snaps at you. "This was your plan all along, wasn't it?" He snarls at you. "You think I didn't notice you cozying up to Jimmy and Jey? Making plans with them?"

You take another step back, scared for your life at Roman's belligerence. "Roman! No! I'd never!" You try to reason with him.

"Don't lie to me!" Roman continues to yell and reaches out to grab ahold of you.

You gasp in anticipation of being grabbed, but before Roman's hand can reach you, Solo steps in front of you. "Roman! Knock it off! You're scaring her." He defends you.

"Oh, so you're in on this as well now, Solo?" Roman sneers. "If you're not, you'll move out of the way." He challenges Solo.

"You're about to cross the line, Roman." Solo stands his ground. "She didn't do anything. It's all in your head man."

Your heart pounds in your chest as you stand behind Solo. Jimmy and Jey's laugh echo in your mind. 'You're out there for Solo. You're his lucky charm.'

Roman glares at Solo for a moment before finally walking away, you're safe from Roman's anger for now.

Solo turns to look at you, but you can still feel the light sting of tears behind your eyes as Solo leads you backstage.

The walk of shame to the locker room is a tense one, you can still see Roman practically vibrating with rage. When you return to the locker room Jimmy and Jey are nowhere to be found. You assume that they just went ahead and left the arena for the night.

"Why'd you do that?" You turn to Solo, not being able to stand the deafening silence in the room.

"Well, I wasn't going to let Roman hurt you," Solo replies matter-of-factly. "Are you alright? You're still shaking?" He steps over to your side and puts a hand on your arm.

You close your eyes for a second and let yourself calm down. "So what now?" You open your eyes back up and look up at Solo.

"Now, we take care of business," Solo replies. "As long as I'm here, Roman ain't gonna come anywhere near you, okay?" He assures you. "We'll link up with Jimmy and Jey then figure things out."

You nod and find that you're resisting the urge to hug your savior. You're just not sure that you should. Solo sees the hesitation on your face and chuckles. "What?" You question him sheepishly.

"You wanna hug me, don't you?" Solo asks you.

"M-maybe." You blush.

"Come here." Solo chuckles again and holds his arms out for a hug.

You lean forward, pleasantly surprised by Sikoa's offer. He hugs you tightly against his chest. "Thanks." You mumble against his chest.

"Of course," Solo replies. "Now come on, let's get out of here."

#wrestling #solo sikoa #jey uso #jimmy uso #roman reigns #wwe fanfiction #wwe #wrestling fic #the bloodline #wwe fandom

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belmottetower · 2 years ago

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fic rec fun

So wanted to get some hiatus rec lists going and encourage some self promo in my friends so how about sharing your top fics no matter how big or small - give us the links to your wonderful words with the Most hits/Most kudos/Most comments/Most bookmarks /Most words/Least words Tagged by @valonia47 Most hits:

and i'm known for giving love away The first fic in my main ot3 series, and probably the fic of mine that has been most popular since season 3. I'm not surprised really, if you left that season a fan of ot3 this might be the one for you. 26,302 hits. Summary:

Apparently this isn’t some fantasy scenario Keeley has dreamed up, and Roy is on board with the whole threesome thing. Jamie doesn’t need any more encouragement before saying yes to sex with two of the hottest people he knows. How the fuck do you cope with the beard. It’s so scratchy. Hate to think how raw you are down there. Keeley doesn’t take long to reply to his text. Shut up! Heard the second conversation went better than the first? 😏👨❤️💋👨 ------- In the first week back of pre-season training, Jamie’s misstep at the funeral finally comes back to bite him. Or does it? When Keeley and Roy approach him with a very unexpected offer — an invite into their bed — Jamie isn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, even if he wishes it was more than just sex.

Most kudos

This is the same as above and has 1,649 kudos so I'm going to cheat and plug my second most kudosed fic too.

I Get By With A Little Help

This is the first in a Roy/Jamie, canon divergent season 2 AU that follows the events of the season fairly closely, but with one change at the start affecting Jamie's relationships and actions. 1,030 kudos. Summary:

He can’t hang out with the boys, but he hates going home too. He hates being alone in his new flat, terrified that his dad will find out where he lives now and send them after him again. He’s taken to hanging round the club after training. He’ll find a quiet place to sit, pull out his book, and settle in for as long as he can before the stadium locks up for the night and he's forced to leave. He’s onto the 34th book to read before you die — Emma — and is surprised by how much he likes it. In comparison to his own drama, gentle scandals and gossip are a nice escape. Today’s reading location is the boot room. The new kitman has some magic way of making it smell of lavender instead of sweaty feet, and if Jamie puts a couple of towels on the bench, it makes a nice pillow to sit on. Mr Knightley is in the middle of yet another stern lecture — in his head, Knightley looks a lot like Roy, but he's not sure Keeley quite fits as Emma — when the door bangs open. Jamie jumps and is surprised to see Keeley standing there instead of Will, a guilty look on her face. — After a traumatic event Jamie falls apart, then puts himself back together again. He does the hard work, but he has a little help. Most comments

Most bookmarks

Okay the first here was and i'm known for giving love away with 564 bookmarks. The second was I Get By With A Little Help with 387 bookmarks. I won't do a full summary of number three, but I'll cheat again and link to it. It's in a language that you can't read just yet, another ot3 fic with 229 bookmarks.

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A Little Better, All The Time The Roy POV sequel to I Get By With A Little Help, so you'd probably want to read that first! 46,825 words. I'll be honest I think a couple of my other WIPs either are already longer, or will definitely end up longer, but not in terms of published words. Summary:

He’d known Tartt could do it, but knowing it and fucking watching that masterpiece of a goal happen with his own eyes are two very different things. And best of all, he got to feel responsible for it. He had gotten to set that in motion for Richmond, for his player. Ted grabs him in celebration, and Roy’s still roaring and oh, fuck. Careful what you wish for, Kent. Jamie’s seeking out his gaze, flipping him off from the middle of the pitch and smirking before accepting praise and hugs from the rest of the team, and Roy had wanted Jamie to spark some emotion in him, but this? This is electric, this is overwhelming. Roy wants to fucking run out there, grab him in a bear hug of his own, and not let go. This might become a new problem. ___ Roy wasn't about to admit it, but he'd been sort of excited to see Tartt again. Except when he returns to Richmond, Jamie is... different. On the pitch and off it, he’s quieter, more reserved, a shadow of the person Roy remembers from last season. He’s determined to get to the bottom of the change.

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funnier than step brothers

Okay this is one of my AUgust fills, for a prompt where I was otherwise I bit stuck as to what I wanted to write. A rogue pairing for me - Colin/Isaac and very silly, but I will stick to the rules and link to it anyway. Word count 374. Summary:

“This is your fucking fault,” Isaac hisses at Colin from their place on the front pew. Colin’s not paying him any attention though, too busy wiping away his tears as he watches his dad marry Isaac’s mum. — Ted Lasso AU-gust Challenge Prompt #8: Adoptive Family

This was a lot of fun! I tag @goldiegaytime and @liesmyth to do it should you fancy it, no pressure though!

#my writing #writing asks #sort of #jamie tartt #roy kent #fandom: ted lasso #keeley jones #roy x jamie #roy x keeley x jamie #ted lasso fic #colin hughes #isaac mcadoo #colin x isaac

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timetravelerpyrite · 1 year ago

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Uh, hi.

My name is Pyrite, I go by he/him mainly… don't mind she/her though. Newly found out I like Pup/Pupself pronouns too.

I'm 31. (B-day is November 16th, if that matters to anyone.)

//Current Arc: None rn!

//Finished Arcs: Fool's Faller, ABSOLute Panic!

Anyway, not too important, I just kinda found this site and realized 'Oh, there's some people like me here!' so here I am I guess?

Don't expect me to be friendly.

I don't bite! I'm trying to make more friends, but don't shove too much at me at once please.

I don't like staying in one place, it makes me anxious, no I won't tell you why. I was running a lot because of my Ex, she and my bio fam wants me to come back, but I won't, I'm actually tying to get use to staying in one place now.

Most important thing, I'm a Time Traveler and Dimension hopper, how the hell am I both?

I caught a Celebi (He/She/They) by COMPLETE ACCIDENT so now I'm kinda stuck with them, and I kinda got adopted by a Dimension hopping Iron called Iron Eclipse (It/Its)… no, I do not expect you to know what that is.

Call me a fake if you want, I don't care, just try not to hold me down in one spot, got it? Wow I don't like this part the most, why was I such a jerk in my intro??

Anyway, I might visit ya if I feel like, I have two adopted (not legally but who gives a shit) sisters @queen-of-the-phantoms and @pokedexcamp! I'm dating @silveredfeathers and living with him and his wife (and now my Girlfriend-??) @trainerlynda.

Adding an addendum: Sometimes we, his Irons, connect to his phone to be able to post. We are;

🐉: Iron Rage. (She/Her)

🕊️: Iron Serenity! (He/They/Fae)

🌋: Iron Eruption. (He/Him)

🌑🌈: Iron Eclipse.

⌛: And sometimes I steal the phone, I'm Chronos his Celebi.

🍞: Thanatos types sometimes too, she has rather broken English so it will likely be autocorrected to hell and back, please tell her if it gets a word wrong, from what I can tell she wants to understand (She/It)

//Open ask games!

Pelipper mail and malice.

Ask an invasive question.

//Magnifying glass ask game!

See his dreams and nightmares.

//A post for you to give me permission for him to hop to your character's dimension! (Either on purpose or by accident.)

//Ooc info under the cut!

//Ooc. This is a sideblog! Unreality. Mod is an adult and goes by she/her he/him pronouns All art I use is my own (Or made for me)! I follow from @theshadowqueenofthedistortion, more info about me on my main! This blog is not settled in one dimension at the moment, so expect conflicting area info. Here's some of my other accounts as well!

//Semi-Serious blog, I will participate in active silliness and also write serious stuff. Will sometimes touch on death, abuse and a few other things, I will tag the serious stuff with their appropriate tw/cw tags.

//I will not ship with anyone who isn't my BF (and myself, but that's a note for later), just for my comfort. This boi does n o t stay in one place, if he goes to visit someone he will get there himself/he fell into that universe by accident.

//Magic anons are allowed! But I am picky.

//I am very open to crossover stuff!

//This guy is very much centered around Future Paradox pokemon! He's not gonna know all the Pokemon's names and will call them 'Irons'. The Iron names are VERY much headcannons unless talking about a cannon Iron.

//When he's on the move things he says aloud will be under

[Voice to text active!] where as when he's actully writing it will be under [Pyrite is typing...]

//What the tags mean.

//Shadow Mod Speaks: Mod speaking.

//Mod Reference: Me and/or Zorana making references for this account

//Shadow Art: Art by me that isn't a ref/finished.

//Pyrite info: Self-Explanatory. For both IC and OOC.

Little Hops: His post/response tag.

Warping Reality: Closed and/or serious RP. I will also use this tag when responding seriously to something.

Where am I today?: When Pyrite is mainly talking to himself.

The Pokemon tags: They are for each respective Pokemon/Iron

Magic Anon Things.: Stuff with magic anons.

Triangle Terror: Pyrite dealing with the truth triangles. He can't turn them off, so hehehe.

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r-i-fakier · 1 year ago

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The editor was sitting on the floor, his laptop on his lap, fingers running down the keyboard. The day felt slightly colder than usual, even though that was a big deal for the editor, due to his severe frostbite, he didn't care. As he wandered through forums and other social places, looking for something interesting to do or someone who was looking for a new editor, he comes across a social media page. "Tumblr?" He mumbles out to himself, he looked at the page for some time, before finally clicking on the sign in button. Who knows, maybe he could find some new friends.

//RP Blog introduction!!//

//More info under the cut. Check before interacting.//

Hi guys! I am Lem, the person who runs this roleplay blog. This blog is part of the bursonaverse thing created by @emeraldsandpearlsxx, and is made just for fun.

This blog is "partnered up" with @coldarg , who is another argbur blog that's also part of the bursonaverse, our blogs might eventually interact.

My main blog is @ghostlem, I am a 15 years old Chilean. (fun fact I'm also an argbur fictionkin)

This is a "Canon-divergent" roleplay (canon-divergent means that it follows the Canon pre-established, but also adds some changes, or at least that's what I understand from the word).

When I'm talking OOC (out of character) I will write with // on both sides in a specific way.

//Example text.//

Asks and written stuff that contain NSFW insinuations will be seen and answered, as long as they don't contain visual stuff such as NSWF pictures or videos or isn't too explicit.

I created myself a system for asks, since I get confused if I should answer it on the "blog" or as if it was an interaction outside it. When sending asks to Jubilee's Blog please put something like "[{user}/anon sent and ask!]", when is an interaction outside of the blog, please put "(interaction outside blog.)" If you have any questions about this please feel free to dm me!

This blog might contain stuff that can trigger some people, they will be tagged properly, but please keep it in mind.

(with headcanons I mean the important data you should know about argbur before interacting with him and his blog, I'm just trying to make this intro thing look good)

☆-Argbur's name is currently unknown, as he doesn't like sharing too personal info about him.

☆-He uses He/Him pronouns.

☆-He uses this blog as a personal space, sometimes he might post stuff that could be seen as "incoherent".

☆-The glasses will be a current thing happening in this blog, it won't be explicit most of the time, but pay attention in the way he writes the posts.

☆-He's a video editor, sometimes he will post videos he has edited, but something might feel odd about them.

☆-He doesn't use tone tags (he doesn't even know what that is), because of this, the tone he writes in might be misinterpreted as mean.

☆-You can always interact with him, he'll be just a little weirded out about the social interaction since he's not exactly used to it (he's just weird over all /hj)

☆-He is Chilean, but doesn't speak Spanish often, and when he does, the Chilean accent is very noticeable, as well and the fact he speaks way too fast.

☆-He's so cold.

When he posts about stuff that happens in his life, it will go with the tag #An Editor's Life

When he posts a video he has edited, it will go with the tag #New Edited Video

When he answers a question, it will go with the tag #Editor Ask

All his posts will be tagged with #Argbur's Roleplay

Ooc posts (out of character) will have the tags #ooc post and #tda chatchat (which is shared with my main blog)

Posts where he speaks Spanish will be tagged with #Chilean Editor

I might add more tags, depending on what happens.

#An Editor's Life #New Edited Video #Argbur's Roleplay #blog intro #argbur #bursonas #Editor Ask

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tarabyte3 · 2 years ago

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The Devil Makes Us Sin

Fandom: Luther, Luther: The Fallen Sun

Pairing: David Robey/F!Reader

Chapter 1/? (5.2k words)

Chapter 2 ->

AO3 Link

Summary: Your life isn't perfect, and you don't enjoy moonlighting as a camgirl for so many repulsive men, but you need the money and it's yours. You're getting by just fine. You're content.

At least you thought you were. Then you get a strange text message. And you aren't sure if you're horrified or intrigued.

Warnings: Explicit rating, smut, stalking, spying, blackmail, manipulation, dubcon, dubious consent, Dom/sub, sadism, masochism, unprotected sex, oral sex, masturbation, mutual masturbation, choking, dirty talk, praise, humiliation, possessive love, yandere, minor description of gore, minor description of violence, murder, discussion of murder, shame involving sex work, light shaming of sex work, emotionally abusive mother, troubled mother/daughter relationship

A/N: Work title is from "Paradise Circus" by Massive Attack. Chapter title is from the poem "Saint Joan" by Louise Glück, The Seven Ages

(There's a more indepth note below the cut)

A/N pt 2: I know those warnings seem like a lot! I try to tag everything, no matter how small, because I want to make sure no one is blindsided by anything in my fics.

But remember, David Robey is not a good man. He's a murderous psychopath, he's cruel, and he feels no remorse (though I do REALLY flex the boundaries of all that because this is fantasy and fanfiction after all.) This reader character is also NOT a good person, just to a lesser extent than he is. Therefore this is going to get quite dark on occasion. Though if you're here because you want David Robey smut, I suspect you're well aware of what you're in for. Still! Heed all tags and warnings. I will continue to expand them as they come up in the story and try to point them out as I add them, but always check the end of the list for anything new.

If you're worried, know that I have personal boundaries I will not cross in my fics. No gratuitous descriptions of violence, murder, gore, or torture in my smut fics unless specifically and clearly warned. No noncon or SA. No physical or domestic abuse. And though it is a smut fic about a fictional serial killer, any mental or emotional manipulation will be in line with what exists in canon, so no wild cards there either.

Pregnancy scares, worrying about or fear of getting pregnant, taking steps to avoid pregnancy through the use of contraception or other means, or having my reader character get pregnant—all as the result of unprotected sex between the characters—will also never come up in anything I write. They won't even think about it. I want my fics to be a fun escape for myself and for you all so I say no thank you.

Finally, there is some shame from the main character and problematic language used about sex work in this and I want to be clear: We respect sex workers in this house 👏😤 Sex work is work. Anything that suggests otherwise in this fic is because the characters are assholes.

Chapter 1 - I heard a dark prediction rising in my own body

You're always very careful not to show your face on camera. It's not what's for sale. Certainly not for fifteen pounds per monthly subscription. These men watching aren't paying you enough to risk your career.

Or worse, to risk your mother finding out.

She's always harping on you to settle down, get married, and have children. You don't have the stomach to tell her how absolutely horrible all of that sounds. Most men bore you with their undeserved egos, horrible ties, and inane chatter about sports clubs. Or the way they smother the spark that drew them to you in the first place because afterwards they want a good little wife instead. And you definitely don't want children.

So no, you don't want to marry any of them. Instead you'll gladly take advantage of their desperation to escape their dull lives and their tired, jaded spouses. Likely women who thought marriage would be different, only to find out what you already know: most men can never give you what you truly need.

Now you've been doing this for over a year. For an hour a night, you sit in front of your webcam in low cut blouses and secretary skirts and undress down to your lingerie and panties. You run your fingers between your breasts and whisper lies into your microphone.

At first it was out of desperation.

Your flatmate had moved out with little warning and left you scrambling to make rent. Your job didn't pay enough for you to afford the entire sum by yourself until you found someone else to take her place. Sure, you could have moved or downsized, but you didn't want to. The location was perfect and to get the same rate, you'd have to move further to the edge of the city. Your morning commute would be longer, and you didn't want to spend so much time on the tube with the smell of sweat, crying babies, and creeps brushing up against you.

It was a pop-up ad that gave you the idea. "Live women on camera. Watch now! Get your first month at a reduced rate!" It declared over a scantily clad young woman who was pushing her cleavage together with her arms and fluttering her eyelashes.

If only it were that easy, you had scoffed.

Then you opened your laptop and did some research. Because what if it was? Which is how you ended up making an account on a smaller camgirl website and sitting uncomfortably with your webcam pointed at your torso and nothing but a white wall behind you.

After a few days of no activity, you unbuttoned your blouse a bit, wore a push-up bra, and finally got your first viewer. So you unbuttoned it further and further, and, as your numbers rose, your top came off completely.

You learned to tease them after that.

And degrade them.

"BigDaddy47 wants to know if I'm wearing panties. Mmm, what do you all think? Should I take off my skirt and let you find out? If you were all very good, I could show you what's underneath, but you don't deserve it, do you? I know how filthy you all are, asking me to take my clothes off. You disgust me."

Oh, but then you apologize and beg for forgiveness for being so mean to those poor, overworked men that no one else appreciates while bashfully covering your body with your hands and telling them you're just a little shy. That's what really boosted your numbers. They ate it up. Because more than seeing a pair of tits, they love being told exactly what they want to hear. And they especially love believing it.

That's why they're really there. To forget. To pretend.

You made enough extra money to keep your flat. Barely at first, and it completely wiped your savings, but with each new paycheck there was more leftover. Eventually you also bought better lingerie. More strappy numbers to hide under your office girl persona. More ways to hint at your bare breasts without showing them. Because you will never get naked on camera. Ever. The thought of all those men seeing your full body repulses you. They repulse you. That part, at least, is never a lie.

Then the empty second bedroom became your recording studio. You put a feminine, silky comforter and fancy pillows on the bed so you could pose in different, carefully pre-selected positions. You draped a blanket over the back of the chair so you could cover yourself while you pretended to be shy and repentant, and they all begged you to take it back off.

It was almost too easy. It took less than seven months for your stream to be featured on the front page of the site as a hot new account, and another two for you to make the top fifty. Now you're making as much in seven hours of streaming a week as you do in a week and a half of full-time work at your day job. And you keep nudging your way closer to the top twenty.

So you could say things are going well.

At least, they were.

The first time you got a strange text message from a number you didn't recognize, you shrugged it off. All it said was: How are you doing? Which could be anything. A wrong number, a phishing attempt, or an old friend you deleted the contact information for ages ago. Of course you ignored it.

But a few days later you got another one from the same number.

You don't want to chat?

That one had made you a little uncomfortable, but you could still tell yourself it was a mistake. Maybe even a guy you gave your number to for a hookup during a rare night out that you never followed through on. You set your phone down, went about your day, and managed to forget about it quickly.

Then today it buzzs again.

You're not even this shy on camera.

As you read it—and reread it to be sure you're not seeing things—your heart leaps to your throat with your first rush of fear. How had they gotten your number? You never entered a phone number into the website. You've been so careful. You even set up a separate bank account.

"Who is this?" You finally text back.

A fan.

You quickly fumble with your phone to block them, but a new message appears on the screen before your trembling thumbs can manage to tap the correct buttons.

I wouldn't do that.

And then there's a video.

You hesitate.

You know you should just block them anyway, but something about the blurry still of the preview seems familiar. Naggingly familiar. So you tap play.

There's a figure standing right in front of the camera. They're so close, all you can see at first is a plain black shirt and a bare arm. Then they move away, further into the room. It's your spare room, you quickly realize with horror. You can see the familiar layout and the blush colored comforter on the bed. After a few more seconds, you also realize the person in the video is you. You're folding the blanket you use during your stream and setting it on the chair. Except it wasn't taken from your stream because there's daylight coming through the lacy drapes covering the window. You only stream at night. And your face is visible as you bend over to pick up a pillow from the floor.

It's you in your pajamas, tidying up the room the morning after a stream. When your camera isn't supposed to be on. When you aren't being careful.

You feel sick.

Now would you like to chat?

"What do you want?" You type out with shaking hands.

I want a private show.

"If you don't stop harassing me, I'll call the police."

Now now. No need for that.

Because if you do, I'll have to send a few videos to your mum. This is her contact information, isn't it?

Then you're staring down at your mother's phone number and home address. You let out a sob.

"Why are you doing this?"

I told you. I want a private show.

"I don't have a private stream."

Your phone buzzes with another notification, but this time for a new email. In your personal inbox.

You have fifteen minutes.

You reluctantly open the message. It's an invite with a link to a private chat room.

Wear the black nightie with the same bra and panties you wore two nights ago.

You don't respond. Instead you throw your phone down onto the couch and you pace.

What do you do? Do you block the number and call the police anyway? Do you call your mother and tell her not to check her messages or answer the door? But then she'll ask why. And what do you tell her? That you have a stalker? That they're threatening her, too? God, she's so stubborn and nosey! She'd look at her phone anyway to tell them off and then it'll be over. She'll see. You were raised Catholic! She'll disown you.

You stop pacing.

Would that be such a terrible thing? You're very much an adult. You're not dependent on her for anything. You have every right to do what you want. It's not like you're doing anything that bad! Not really. You're just trying to survive! If she can't handle that, then that's her problem. You're doing just fine. You can live without her nagging and berating you all the time. Making you feel small or as though you're wasting your life by not doing what she expects. Asking you, "What will people think?" after everything you do. Plus, it's her religion, not yours. It stopped being yours when you were very young, even though the guilt still rears its ugly head every once in a while. Usually because of her forcing it on you. No more.

With renewed determination, you pick your phone back up and go to block the number.

The buzzing of a new message startles you.

Did I mention that I also have the contact information for your boss and the passwords to all of your social media accounts?

Fuck.

Ten minutes left.

You start to cry. Because you feel truly helpless now. You think for a brief moment that maybe this person is bluffing. Surely he's just counting on you to obey immediately and doesn't plan on doing anything. But he filmed you without your knowledge and he had your mother's personal information. Finding where you work would be even easier than that. Plus, are you willing to risk your whole life and your career to find out?

No, you realize. You aren't.

With tears streaming down your face, you run to your bedroom. You have to upend your hamper to find the specific bra and panties he requested since you hadn't washed them yet, but you manage to get changed faster than you ever have before.

Are you supposed to put on make-up? He didn't say. You check your phone for the time. Four minutes. And you still have to boot up your laptop. So you grab your eyeliner and a tinted lip gloss off of your vanity and sprint towards the other bedroom.

While your computer is starting, you use your reflection in the screen to hastily put on the eyeliner. It probably looks horrible and uneven thanks to your puffy eyelids and lack of mirror, but if he wanted something better, then he should have been more specific or given you more time. Or not harassed you at all. So fuck him.

You click over to your inbox with one hand and dab the rouge color onto your lips with the other. Then you're staring at the link with a minute left. No use stalling, you think. It won't make this go away.

You take a deep breath and click it.

The chat window pops up and then, after a brief second of loading while your heart pounds in your chest, your own scantily clad breasts and lace covered torso are displayed onto the screen. In the corner, there's a black square icon. Both the video and audio indicators have Xs through them.

He's here, then. Of course he is.

There's a chat window along the side, and, as you're looking at it, a message pops up from the username YourBiggestFan.

Fix your camera. There's no reason to hide your face any longer. Not from me.

You swallow and reach forward to tilt the camera a little higher. The video is shaky for a moment, and then you're staring at your own image on the screen. Your full image. It's unnerving.

There's your lovely face.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Your voice waivers. "There are millions of women on the internet. Thousands that do what I do."

They aren't you.

"I'm not that special."

You don't do nudity on your stream. Why is that?

"Because…" You hesitate. You really don't want to talk to this man, but not doing so feels risky, too. He does have all the power here, after all. "Because I don't need to."

You would make more money if you did. Or if you moved to a better site.

"I'm getting by just fine." You glance up to glare into the camera.

You could quit your job.

"I don't want to quit my job."

You want to be a glorified secretary for the rest of your life?

"Fuck you," you hiss.

Answer the question.

"Of course I don't! But I don't want hundreds of men seeing my tits every night, either! So if that's the trade off, I'd rather keep being a glorified secretary, as you so kindly put it." You start to roll your eyes, but stop yourself from reacting this time. You may already be pushing your luck as it is and there's no need to piss him off. "I don't do either of them because I enjoy it. I do what I have to so I don't have to worry about money."

You certainly seem like you're enjoying yourself every night.

"It's called pretending," you sigh irritably. "Surely you've heard of it. Do you think all of those men would tune in otherwise? Tell me, would you? You're one of them, after all."

I'm not one of them.

"Aren't you? Mr. Your Biggest Fan," you scoff. "Sure you aren't."

No. Because I see you.

"That is rather the point."

You're very clever. You know exactly how to manipulate all of them into staying without giving them what they want.

"I have to be. All of the women that do this learn how to keep the audience interested."

But yours comes from a place of hatred.

You blink in mild surprise, but quickly school your features. You don't want him to know he's caught you off guard.

Your stream is the only one in the top 50 that doesn't show their face and the top 100 that doesn't include nudity. Did you know that?

You shift in your seat. "I…I didn't, actually. I knew I was the only one with my numbers, but not that many."

You're an anomaly.

"I'm good at my job," you correct him.

Yes, you are. You know how to manipulate all of them because you find them rather predictable, don't you? Predictable. Pathetic. Dull. Beneath you. They make it easy for you.

You aren't able to hide the shock on your face this time as you stare at the chat. He doesn't wait for you to respond.

You don't take your underwear off because you and I both know that's beneath you, too. And you're right, you don't have to. It's quite impressive.

"Is that so?" You don't sound as dismissive as you hoped.

I told you. I see you. And you intrigue me.

"Fine, you can see through my bullshit. And?" You cross your arms. "Am I supposed to be impressed? What's the point of all this?"

I wanted you to show me the real you.

"And me angry at you is the real me, is it?"

Yes. Because you aren't lying to me.

He has a point there. This is arguably the most honest you've ever been sitting in this chair. Sure, you're being guarded considering the circumstances, but otherwise you haven't lied to him.

Tell me, have I gotten anything wrong?

You bite at your lip as you consider whether or not to continue being honest. But if you change tactics now, he'll sense it. You know, instinctively, that he will. Because you would in his place. So you finally look into the camera and say, "No. You haven't."

More honesty. There's a good girl.

Your heart skips a beat while there's a brief flutter of interest in your stomach, and you're disgusted with yourself for your body's reaction to that. He's a creep just like the rest of them, you tell yourself. Worse because at least the rest of them are harmless. To you, anyway.

He doesn't type anything else and his silence feels almost smug. Like he knows exactly the inner turmoil he's caused you and he wants you to stew in it. The flutter spreads lower.

"Now it's your turn to tell me how you guessed at any of that since I don't even show my face," you blurt out, desperate to think of anything else and not wanting to give him the satisfaction of thinking he's won somehow.

It wasn't a guess. I can hear the difference in your voice. The only time you mean what you say is when you berate them.

You think back to all the times you've snarled into the microphone and called them despicable. Disgusting. Useless. The one slip in your act.

You enjoy it. You enjoy getting to tell them exactly what you think of them while you take their money. You enjoy it so much, you have to stop yourself from pushing it one step further. But you want to. I can hear how much you want to. It feels good, doesn't it? To not have to hide, even for a moment. To treat them the way they deserve.

"Yes," you breathe out before you can stop yourself. Because it does. It feels incredible. The fluttering between your legs has grown into a slick heat now from his words alone.

How could he know that, though? How could he know that you've dreamed of telling them their only worth to you was their wallets because there at least they had a use. That having to read every horrible thing they said through the veil of anonymity made your skin crawl. That they're the reason their own lives are so miserable. Sexless bedrooms. Loveless marriages. Endless failed relationships. The inability to find someone to look twice at them. And you're glad they came slithering to you rather than have the self-awareness or brain cells to look in a goddamned mirror. Pathetic.

You've never even admitted that out loud to yourself. Only in your darkest thoughts. Now this man is typing out those inner thoughts as though they were written plainly on your face.

"You enjoy it."

"It feels good, doesn't it?"

Like he understands.

You both sit in silence for a minute that stretches out for far too long while you read his message over and over again, until your sex starts to ache.

You should feel ashamed, you realize. This is the moment you should feel horrible for thinking those things. And for being turned on by the way he told you that you enjoyed it. Only you don't.

"I don't know what you expect me to say," you whisper.

You've said enough. That was all I needed.

He knows, you think. You've given this man too much. "So what now? You still haven't said where all of this goes."

Yes I have.

"Right. A private show. How could I forget?" You mean for it to sound sarcastic, but it comes out confused because you're a little dazed from all of this. "You really still want me to flutter my eyelashes at you, push my cleavage at the camera, and say some insipid bullshit, even though it's all lies?"

No. I want to see ALL of you.

Your face flushes in embarrassment and anger, and you have to squeeze your thighs together to quell the want that is continuing to build in your core. "You're blackmailing me just to see my tits?"

You're going to talk to me as well.

"And say what?"

More of how you really feel. I want to hear more of the truth from your lips. As I said, I want to see all of you.

"Well, right now I'm feeling quite pissed off."

And as you're talking, you're going to touch yourself for me.

There's a swell of panic in your chest and it's as though you've been dunked in ice water because you've gone from hot to bone chilled. "Fuck you. I'm not doing that."

Why not?

"Because it's a violation! I'm not consenting to any of this. You're not giving me a choice."

You have a choice.

"Oh, choosing between masturbating on camera for you or you ruining my life? My mistake! Nothing dubious about that."

You're beautiful when you're angry.

You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths to stop yourself from throwing your laptop across the room. You will still need it after this, after all.

When you open your eyes, you look up into the camera with a serious, pleading expression on your face. "I don't want to do that. Please don't make me. I'll get undressed for you. I'll let you see all of me. But don't make me do that."

You shift your attention to watch the text box. There's a pause.

A long pause.

You start to think maybe you've finally angered him by saying no and he's in the process of messaging your mom and your boss. Just when you begin nervously shifting in your seat, a new message pops up.

What if you wanted to touch yourself for me? Then would you?

You stare at the message in disbelief. "Are you serious?"

Answer the question.

"If I wanted to, then…" You hesitate as you consider how to tell the truth. "I guess, yes I would. But that's different. I don't want to."

You don't want to yet.

"So you won't make me?"

No. I won't make you.

You exhale in relief. "Thank you," you whimper.

But I will make you want to touch yourself for me, that I promise.

"I highly doubt that. You've given me plenty of reasons to want literally anything else, the most important of which is that I'm still here because you're blackmailing me."

There is that.

I could delete all of it. If you ask nicely.

You furrow your brows in confusion. "What do you mean?"

I could delete it. Then there would be nothing forcing you to stay.

"And I'm supposed to just trust you?"

Yes.

You scoff. "Yeah, right. Besides, if you delete it, I'll just leave."

And go back to lying on camera?

"Surprisingly, I do still have to pay my rent after this."

What if you didn't have to?

"Didn't have to pay rent?"

No. Go back on camera or back to that laughable firm you work for. What if you didn't need the money?

"I already said I'm not doing either of those things because I enjoy them. Of course I wouldn't go back if I didn't have to."

Check your bank account.

The OTHER bank account.

You sit there and stare at your screen in horror. Because you've only just now realized that, in your panic, you'd been thinking too small before. You were worried about phone numbers and addresses. Such little things to keep you distracted and focused so you didn't have clarity of mind to stop to wonder at what else he could find and hold hostage.

"Why?" You whisper.

Just look. No reason to be afraid.

You frantically pick up your phone and swipe until you find the banking app. The last time you checked, you had over eight thousand pounds in that account after paying rent. Nothing extravagant. But it's reassuring knowing the savings is there if you need it. That you're relatively safe and comfortable. Because it's yours. You earned it.

The balance reads £308,218.72.

Three hundred thousand pounds more than should be in there. It's more money than you've ever seen in your life. It's more than you could ever hope to have at one time in your life.

"What is this?" Your voice sounds small from the shock.

A gift.

"I can't accept this." You look up into the camera. "I won't accept this."

Why not?

"Because I'm not a whore!" You snap at the lense. "And I refuse to be beholden to you. I won't let you own me."

No strings. You can take the money and run if you like. But we both know you're not going to.

"Won't I?"

No.

"And why not? Are you going to say something ridiculous like, 'There's more where that came from?'"

No.

"Why then?"

Because whatever you run off to do will bore you just as much as what you're doing now since the money doesn't change what's making you miserable. But you're starting to understand that I could offer you so much more. And I don't mean the money.

You clench your jaw in frustration and rage. You want to yell. To protest and deny it. You wish you could. But deep down you know he's right. Your world has been upended and laid bare in the span of, what, half an hour? From the moment he forced his way into your life, it has been many things, but boring is not one of them. Because, you realize, he does see you.

"I still…" you start helplessly. "I don't understand."

I told you. You intrigue me. No one intrigues me.

"For some reason that doesn't feel like a compliment."

I know I intrigue you, now, too.

"What do you really want from me?" You say quietly. "I know this isn't about getting a private show. It never was, was it?"

You.

I want you.

"Then why the money?"

I don't want you distracted.

You know nothing about this man. You don't know what he looks like and you can't hear his voice. But there's something about the way he referred to your entire life as a distraction that sends a shiver of fear up your spine. And something else rekindling inside of you that you now refuse to acknowledge.

"So I'm not giving you a show."

Oh, you'll give me one. Eventually. And I'm going to enjoy myself knowing I'm the only one who's ever seen you like that.

"How do you know I've never stripped on camera for anyone else before?"

It's beneath you. Because there's never been anyone on the other end deserving of it.

"You think you are?"

Am I?

"You seem like the kind of man that thinks he is."

That's not an answer.

You mentally curse because he's so damn perceptive. Your usual tactics don't work on him and that throws you off balance.

Am I?

"I don't know yet," you finally admit.

You really are so beautiful without the mask. Honesty suits you much more than the lie.

"My honesty suits you, you mean."

I'll never deny that I'm enjoying it. But you deserve to know that what's underneath isn't hideous like you fear. You can always take it off in front of me.

"And you'll enjoy it whenever I do," you murmur, almost entranced by the thought.

I will. Immensely.

"How do I know you're not just some creepy slob in a basement somewhere that's really good at hacking?"

You would have seen through me if I were.

He's right. Something about him seems sophisticated, but effortlessly so. Too effortless to be an act. Which leaves, what, bored rich guy? Well, at least you have one thing in common.

"Who are you then? And don't just say a fan. The only way you'll get me to even consider not running the second I close this window is by giving me something that isn't money or text on a screen."

I'm a man that knows what it's like to live with the mask. How do you think I saw through yours? I also know how good it feels to take it off. But even better than that is to be seen and embraced for what's underneath.

Does that satisfy you?

"Not nearly enough."

You'll learn more next time. The link will stay active. When you come back here, I'll know.

"When," you huff in disbelief under your breath.

When.

"We'll see, won't we?"

Before I go, is there something you're forgetting? Something to ask me maybe?

"Something to ask…?" You trail off in thought because you have no idea what he's talking about. But as you replay parts of the conversation in your head, you remember that he said he would delete everything if you asked. Nicely.

You clench your fists and take a deep breath to prepare yourself. Because you know he added the "nicely" specifically to see you squirm and you refuse to give it to him. Then you look up into the webcam, and, with all the sincerity you can muster, you ask. Nicely.

"Please delete it. All of it. I want you to. I won't promise you anything in return because I don't know if I'll come back, and I won't lie to you or myself with a false promise. But it would prove to me that you mean what you say. That you want me. Because if you have all of that to hold over me, if I can't make this choice on my own, you'll never truly have me, will you? There will always be parts of myself that I keep back and I'll never look at you or talk to you as a man. Only as my captor. So please, I am begging you. Delete it."

You look down to the text box and wait.

His video comes to life then, surprising you and splitting the screen in half. But what's there isn't his face. It's a computer screen with a desktop so basic, it almost looks unused. There's also an open folder, and it's full of video, image, and text files—far more of them than you would have guessed. He's been observing you for a while and you had no idea he was there. You can see your own face and your lingerie in a couple of the video and photo thumbnails. Then you watch as he highlights all of it and, without fanfare or hesitation, deletes it. The folder—which you now realize is titled after you—sits empty.

You open your mouth to protest because you aren't an idiot, but as though he anticipated that, he shifts over to the trash can and empties that as well.

It's done.

"How do I know there aren't backups?"

I guess you'll just have to trust me, won't you?

Then he leaves the chat and you're left staring at your own face on the screen.

Before you close the window, you have to wonder if you aren't truly seeing yourself for the very first time.

Chapter 2 ->

A/N: I hope you enjoyed and are now properly buckled in for this trainwreck of a gratuitously smutty and fucked up romance. Please keep your arms inside the vehicle at all times because I have already lost complete control of this. But I promise it's gonna be a lot of fun. 😌😏

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