#this sucks but I needed to get it out of my system

[smellslikechahnspirit]

[Book]

Are we good for each other?

5. Room

Bang Chan x F. Reader

Synopsis: Written according to y/n trophy. A story about how you two met. Both having a difficult life, finding peace in each other. Not without lots of drama. Just read it, it's great.

Genre: Enemies to lovers, soft, some smut, drama

Warnings: Under eating, depression, toxic ex (Let me know if I missed something)

Word count: 3200

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[8:25 AM]

Chris opened the door to his shared dorm, as he guided you in with your crutches. You just came back from the hospital where you got a cast on your leg. “Well, that was a disaster...”, you said. “I mean the ankle sucks, but it’ll heal. I’m more worried about your eating habits y/n. Please explain to me why you haven’t been taking care of yourself.”, Chris asked.

As you two walked in you looked around. It was indeed a very different aesthetic than the other dorm. He then helped you sit down on the couch in their living room. “Well, I want to eat, it’s just…”, you said, stopping in the middle of the sentence, not wanting to finish it. You simply didn’t have enough money right now, but the last thing you wanted was a rich guy pitting you, and maybe try to offer you stuff. That’s just everything you didn’t want.

“Y/n….I know you’re struggling with money and I don’t know, maybe you feel too embarrassed to tell me or whatever, but I’m here, I can help you ou- “, Chris said as you cut him off. “No, I don’t want any help. I know what you’re trying to do, and just be a nice human, but I just can’t, it would ruin my ego and dignity. So please don’t ever offer me anything like that ever again.”, you said wanting to get back up again so you could leave.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry, I understand. But right now, it’ll be on the company. Since you work at our building now technically, meals are free. So even though you do not want to take anything from me, I’m ordering us something in their name. I won’t take no for an answer. You need food in your system right now, period.”, he said holding your arm so you couldn’t get up.

You were too weak mentally and physically to argue right now so just gave in and agreed. “What do you like to eat, rice? Maybe some pasta? Tell me.”, he asked. You looked at him with a faint expression. “Whatever you want…”, you said as you lay your head back on the couch and closing your eyes. “Alright I’ll choose something. Meanwhile, let’s not worry about the gaming for today. Let’s just hang out here for a bit.”, he said as he got you a blanket. He put it over your body as you tried to get cosy.

“Can we maybe put on a movie?”, you asked him. He was glad you were acting more social to him than before, first you seemed distant, but now he felt more at ease with your behaviour towards him. “Here, put on anything you want.”, he said as he handed you the joystick of the gaming console in the living room.

He then went to the kitchen to get some drinks and called the food company to order. At first when you looked, you wanted to instantly open up the streaming app on there, to in fact choose a movie. But right next to it you saw a racing game. Your gaming heart couldn’t resist.

You clicked on it, and loaded into the only account that was on there, it said: Han Jisung. You didn’t care since all you wanted was to just play a match or two. Then you saw the rank. It was silver 2 division 3. You laughed.

Not to be rude, but that was really low. You didn’t want to mess with his rank and went on a guest account. So, you did and clicked 3v3 rumble. As the match loaded, Chris came back from the kitchen. He looked over at you as he asked what movie you picked. Then he looked at the screen.

“He he he…”, you grinned. He smiled at you and put the drinks down. Then he sat next to you. “Hmmm nice one, I’ve seen that one before.”, he said sarcastically. “I just needed to at least rank diamond 3.”, you said with desire in your voice. “Yeah, I have no idea what that means, but yay I guess.”, he said as he looked at you. You looked back at him.

You explained the ranking as he stayed quiet and just listened to you. Admiring your face while you spoke. Gosh you were beautiful he thought to himself. “So, if I play a few rounds, we’ll find out what rank I’ll be and well, I don’t expect anything lower than at least Plat, for now at least.”, you said as the match suddenly started. You turned you focus back to the screen, but his didn’t.

He just hummed in agreement but kept looking at you. “Hey, you should pay attention here, you need to learn right?”, you said since you saw him staring at you instead of the screen, from the corner of your eye. “I thought we weren’t learning today...”, he said as he kept looking at you and not the screen. You just glanced over real quick and laughed. “I guess so...hehehe”, you said, still very concentrated.

After 5 minutes the game was over and you and your team won, obviously. You even became MVP on the scoreboard. “GG bitches.”, you said out loud to be funny and stereotypical. You laughed and put the controller down on the coffee table for a second.

You turned your head back towards Chris and noticed he in fact did not move a single muscle and was still admiring you. Not in a creepy way but he was just so amazed by you and you excitement, it made him smile. “Whut?”, you asked him. “Nothing, you’re just amazing.”, he said. Then instantly realising what he just said and became as red as a tomato.

He looked down and smiled to himself. You stayed quiet. But you now finally saw it. Was he having a thing for you? Was this tension between you guys mutual? At first you wanted to be professional and not give into these strange feelings. But something in you felt so comfortable with him all of a sudden. You then also remembered how he helped you in the gym, and also how he stayed by your side in the hospital. How he was being too generous and taking care of you. You looked over to your glass. It had 2 ice cubes and a little pink umbrella in it. Even a mint leaf.

“Why are you being so nice to me?”, you asked him, who was now sitting only about half a meter away from you. “Some people are worth caring for…”, he said. He knew you hated being pitied, so he would never want you to feel that way towards him ever again. Yet he also felt this desire towards you. He did really like you and liked you as a person. You were funny and sarcastic, even a little bit goofy, and maybe somewhat like him, strong.

He knew you weren’t gonna give up your fight and it made him feel like he was not alone. Like you knew what it was like, having a hard time and he couldn’t really share those feelings with anyone else these last couple of years. He wanted someone to be able to agree with him and understand his hardship. He felt like you and him were the same in a way, and felt a great connection, even though you two only just met.

You smiled at him. Something in you was really attracted to him. All the worries from before were gone, and all you felt was a great desire to kiss this man in front of you. You were doubting yourself, since normally you wouldn’t do something like this with someone you’ve just met. But you felt it, he definitely felt the same way about you. No words had to be used. Only this diamond plated tension. You were so desperate now. But you knew you had to be patient.

As you both just stared at each other, both wanting to kiss, you said: “Maybe, we shouldn’t…”. As you said that he pulled away a bit and looked at you. “I know…I didn’t mean to…”, he said. “No I know, but…I just got hired at your company, and I feel like if we go there already right now, people might get the wrong ideas. That I indeed am privileged like that right now. To be able to work there and I don’t know, there many things people could think, you know some people have fucked up minds, like what if you’re a sugar daddy or I don’t know… I would just feel bad if anyone-“, he shut you up, by indeed kissing you.

His kiss was soft and tender. “I don’t care.”, he said, as you looked at him with big eyes, in shock. “Let them think whatever the fuck, no one is here, no one knows shit.”, he said. You kept looking into his eyes and thought the same thing now. You pressed your lips against his this time and pulled him even closer than before.

Both of you eager to continue this hot make out. He was pulling you closer. You rubbing your hands around his neck, shoulders, arms, then finally locked hands with him. He helped you sit on his lap, straddling him. You were both lost in lust as the kiss continued. “Fuck..”, he said between kisses. “I don’t know what I’m doing but I like it.”, you said right after.

He grabbed your ass and squeezed it tight. You left out a soft moan. Chris normally wouldn’t have done anything like this with anyone, let alone with a girl he just met. But as I’ve said before, he was so lost in the feeling.

“Gosh, I want you…”, he said as he had his hands at the bottom of your dress, ready to take it off. “Wait, what if anyone just comes in? Stop.”, you said as you stopped him from doing anything else. He looked at you with red cheeks and out of breath. Without saying anything he stood up with you still on his lap. Now holding you with your legs around his waist, as he walked towards his bedroom.

When he reached the door you kissed him again. He walked in, and placed you on the bed softly, carefully because of your ankle. When you lay down you giggled. He went back to the door to close it and lock it, just to be sure.

You looked adorable like that and he admired you from a distance. As he slowly walked over to you, he reached for his shirt, and pulled it off his body in a swift motion. You gasped softly when you saw his body. You stopped giggling and sat up straight.

When he reached you, you instantly brought your hands towards his abs. Gliding over them, up toward his pecks, then his shoulders and pulled him down so he was also on the bed now. Sitting, facing you. He smiled and grabbed the hem of your dress again. You were signalling that it was okay for him to take it off this time.

As he did, he kept looking only into your eyes. Words were not really needed right now, all that had to be said was said with actions. He tossed your dress on the floor and you continued making out. You both were feeling up each other’s bodies. When suddenly you reached his dick, you looked at him, asking him if it was okay for you to touch him. He nodded and kissed you again.

As the kiss became sloppy and very heated, you palmed his dick through his jeans. “Uhh..”, he moaned, not being able to wait any longer.He was rock hard already. You giggled. As you kept palming him for a few seconds, he grind his hips against your hand.

When you felt like it was enough you finally put your hand inside his pants, and stoked his dick with your bare hands now. You stopped for a second, so you could take his pants off completely. He helped you, and threw them across the room. You went back to pay attention to his dick and continued to touch him.

As he was now working his way up your back with his hands, undoing your bra. When he did so, he stopped the kiss again, to look at your body. “Wow, you’re so beautiful y/n…”, he said. By now your pussy was soaking wet and while you continued to pump his dick, he kneaded your boob. Kiss being resumed and as your right hand was on his dick, your left hand worked its way to your clit. Waiting to be touched.

He noticed and pushed your hands away. Both from him, as your clit. You looked confused, but right after, he laid you back down on your back. Giggling softly once more, as he smirked at you. “Let me see all of you.”, he said, then pulling off your lace black panties. That gave you butterflies. You just realised how much you really craved this feeling.

When he pulled your panties off, he hovered over you, completely naked. You blushed, but not out of embarrassment, but because of the adrenaline. He pressed a soft kiss on your lips, then neck, collar bones, then stopped at your boobs for a second as one hand kneaded the left one, and then kissed the right one. Taking his time to suck and pull a little on your nipple.

While he was doing so, his other hand went down to your core. When he reached it, he touched you for the first time, making you gasp a bit. “Let me know if there’s anything you don’t want me to do.”, he said and put his middle finger against your slit. Feeling up and down, being impressed by how wet you were.

You just moaned as you hold onto his shoulders and back. He then left your boobs behind and kissed your stomach, abdomen and finally reached your pussy. He looked up at you to make sure you were still comfortable, but when he did he saw you had your eyes closed in ecstasy and threw your head back against the mattress. He smiled.

He then slowly started kissing you lips, as he swirled his tongue around your clit. That made you grab onto his hair, not wanting him to stop whatever he was doing. He knew you were enjoying yourself, so decided to add more motion into it. He also felt like you deserved more already, at the state of you right this second. So he added a finger into the game. He put it in your pussy, in and out, slowly. You pushed his head closer to you to show you didn’t want him to stop.

A few minutes go by. “Chris, uhhh, please, I want more.”, you said pulling him away from down there. Guiding him back to your face, and kissing him again. “Gosh baby, you really want me, don’t you?”, he said breaking the kiss. “I never wanted anything more. Do you have any protection?”, you asked him.

He smiled and walked over to the bathroom. Admiring his butt as he walked out. When he came back you had secretly turned his LED lights to red, which took him by surprise, but loved it so much. He practically jumped back onto the bed. You both sat up and he opened the condom packet. He put in securely around himself and sat down at the headboard. Helping you once more to sit on his lap.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?”, he asked, panting, while already a bit sweaty. You nodded and wanted to sit upwards a bit, so you could take him from below. But you hesitated. “What’s wrong? We don’t have to you know, it’s up to you.”, he said making you look at him. You closed your eyes for a second. Let out a sigh and looked up at him again.

“I’m so sorry, I probably should’ve told you this earlier…”, you said as he looked at you confused. “What is it beautiful?”, he asked and put your hair behind your ear. “I uhhh, I am a…this is my first time…”, you said as you felt a guilt in your stomach, since you didn’t tell him before you were already in this state.

He looked at you very surprised. “What? How is that possible, you had a boyfriend and like, wait, huh?”, he spoke. “Well, you see, my ex wanted to wait until marriage. And before I met him, I was always just too scared to, you know…”, you said softly looking down. He smiled at you, rubbing the sides of your arms, trying to let you know it was okay. “Well I would be honoured.”, he said. You looked up and smiled.

“Really? You don’t mind?”, you asked. “Y/n, I’ve never met anyone like you, and you’re someone I really want to keep close. I know that sounds very strange, fast and weird maybe. But you give me a feeling I’ve never felt before. Not only this lust and desire, but also I feel like I can trust you, and you could understand me. And I’ve never felt that way towards anyone before. It would be my pleasure to take your virginity.”, he said and pulled you closer to him again.

You had butterflies all over your body now, and was amazed by his honest words. Nothing else mattered right now, not the job, not the other people with opinions, nothing. You then wanted to resume and finally feel him inside of you.

But of course the doorbell rang. You screamed a little since you didn’t expect it, then quickly laughed at your own spook. Chris pulled you off of him, and quickly put on his sweat pants. Then opened the door of his bedroom. “Stay here, I’ll be back.”, he said as he went over to the front door.

The second he left you had time to really look at the whole situation clearly. You loved it, but at the same time it made you sick. This wasn’t you. You were kind of taken back by yourself and your previous actions.

You carefully got up, trying not to hurt your ankle and hopped over to the mirror. You looked at yourself and felt miserable. Not because you didn’t want to do this with Chris, cause you really wanted to. But you were disappointed with yourself. You finally had a chance to work and earn money, and what do you do, you go and have sex with the guy who offered you the job.

You wanted Chris, but you needed this job, and needed it to work out. You walked over to the tv, where your dress laid on the floor, quickly picked it up. You put it on, also with your bra and panties, of course. When you were fully dressed again Chris walked back in. “The food is here, come on let’s eat.”, he said, also feeling like the moment lost its appeal.

Part 6

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[harteofthehart-ayyy]

@starcrests asked:

Is there anything I should know if I just got sent to this world a few hours(?) ago?

Holy shit hi uh

Find a place to live. It doesn’t have to be permanent. In fact, don’t count on it being permanent.

Looks like you’re already connected to the internet so that’s good. Look at a map, figure out where you are in the world.

Think about what you can remember. Most fallers (documented here and at home anyway) lose a significant amount of their memories. I still don’t know why I didn’t?? Could be that I fell artificially.

Get an ID. You are going to want to legally exist if you’re going to be trapped in another dimension. Depending on where you are this might take a while. Figure out if you need more than just an ID card or paper of some kind, too. It’s different in different places. You’ll need that to open a bank account and other important things like get a job if they do background checks. The paperwork is worth it. Even if it’s weird when you come up as having no background and you have to explain your situation and see if there are recorded instances of falling in your universe because otherwise you might just not be believed which sucks major ass. Happened to my partner.

GET A JOB. You will want an income as soon as possible for things like buying food and paying rent if you’re not lucky enough to find someone who will let you crash on their couch for free.

Edit: BUY YOURSELF COMFORTABLE CLOTHING. YOU ARE GOING TO WANT A CHANGE OF CLOTHES. It’s easier if you’re wearing clothes you LIKE that are COMFORTABLE. Treat yourself you deserve it you literally just lost everything.

Basically take it as if you’re moving to another region. It will be extremely fucking stressful and you will feel lost and alone and like nothing matters and you will want to give up because honestly it’s a fucking bleak situation. Falling is scary and honestly? Bad. Bad experience. Really bad. Try to make the most of it?? I guess??? Maybe try to take it as a fresh chance??

Let yourself grieve. This one is important. Your life as you know it is forever changed and you will most likely never see your loved ones again. Which is fucking bleak. You have NO idea how much I cried in my first, what, half year after falling?? And even after that?? Because I was devastated. It’s fine to feel like shit. It’s a shitty situation. It sucks. Grief comes in waves and sometimes it just fucking bowls you over and you drown in it and you just have to deal with it and it sucks. Sorry.

Try to make new friends. Related to my last point, you’re gonna want a support system. You’ve just gone through a traumatic experience. Like, that’s hard to go through alone.

Once you think you’re stable enough, learn about where you are. More than you already have atp because it’ll let you discover wonderful things like an awful cave to not go into or a cute little café where you can find happiness or a concert hall where there’s an orchestra playing every Tuesday and sometimes they have plays or musicals. Yknow? Try to become familiar with where you live even if it hurts. Find little happy things. It helps with the uh. Grief.

Good fucking luck being a faller is hard and it’s so fucking rough but it gets better. Like all things like this it gets better. You’ll find your place.

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I am quite new to Tumblr and while I know that this isn't what you usually post you are one of the only rpf writers that I actively know of and you seem to know the community so I thought I would just ask you

But no pressure to answer if you don't want to

I am writing a nsfw fanfic of rpf Arizona Dads but it is reader insert and I have no clue how to tag these types of things on Tumblr. (Ex Twitter-User here 😬) especially since that recent discourse I am just afraid of tagging stuff incorrectly but since my blog is entirely new I don't think anyone would see this, if I don't tag it, right?

I'm just a little confused and thought I would ask, really hope you don't mind

Hello darling anon!!!! Welcome to Tumblr! I'm actually thrilled you reached out to me with this question cause I'm like a broody chicken where I want to tuck everyone under my feathers and keep them safe!

Tagging for MCYT fandoms has been a learning curve for me, so you're definitely not alone in your confusion. The advice I give is just from personal experience, so I welcome anyone reading this to offer corrections if need be!

Also, when I say maintag, I mean it's a tag on a new post you've created. Adding tags on something you reblog doesn't put that post in the tags for others to see, it's just for personal organization on your blog. (I've had people get mad at me for reblogging something with a "maintag" and honestly they can suck my dick to the base. That's not how Tumblr works.)

So, from what I can tell, if it's NSFW content, don't maintag "hermitcraft" or any CCs/characters. For example, if you're posting a fic about giving Tango the big time sloppy head he deserves, don't tag it with "tangotek". You should instead use a tagging system for your own blog. In this case, you could use the tag "t.angotek". It will stop the post appearing in Tango's maintag, but would be easy to navigate on your own blog.

RPF is a whole other can of worms, cause people don't like if you tag that with "hermitshipping". I tend to use "hermitshipping rpf", and I haven't been yelled at so far LOL

Ship tags are much harder when you get into multiple pairing territory. I think in your case, I might just be tempted to use an "arizona dad" tag. Maybe run a search and check what kind of content is in that tag first and decide if you want your post to show up there.

Then because it's reader insert fic, I'd use "reader fic" and/or "reader insert fic" tags.

Basically, sharing NSFW RPF content in this fandom is impossible in the maintags, so basically no one will see it, like you said. It really sucks. If you want it to be found, the trick is to make friends with The Perverts of the fandom, cause we all just reblog posts amongst ourselves lmfao

Start following RPF friendly blogs, cause we're a pretty small community but everyone is VERY friendly and willing to boost content.

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Valentine's Day Bingo 2025: The Great Seducer - Nick Torres x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @whateversomethingbruh @district447 @lovebookheart @stelacole

T/W: Themes of sexual assault and violence.

Companion piece to:

Casanova - You recieve an unwanted gift.

Promises - Nick makes you a promise.

Dry Land - Nick returns home.

A Little Naughty, A Little Nice - Casanova reflects on your relationship.

You wake up blind.

Darkness shrouding your vision as you lay on the bed, unable to move. Your arms are tied above your head, wrists bound together so you can’t work at the restraint to free yourself. You yank at it instead but there’s no give, just the vibration of the wooden slats of the headboard slamming against the wall.

The opening bars of Strauss’s Casanova begin to play, an operetta based on the world’s greatest seducer and terror lances through your system because you know now the identity of the man who wants to claim you, you’re the one that let him in through the door.

“You’ve been out for a while, I must have given you a little too much.” Gabe’s voice cuts the air and you jerk your face away as his fingertips caress the apple of your cheek. “Oh Harper don’t be that way.”

“It’s the blindfold.” You murmur, your throat raw, your head groggy. “It’s scaring me.”

“That’s my fault.” He apologises. You feel his fingers skirting along your damp hair as he removes the eye mask from your features. “I thought we could play a little game when you woke up, I didn’t think…”

You blink against the light, your eyes stinging as you take in your surroundings. You’re still in the apartment, in the bedroom that you and Nick have been staying in since you moved to the safe house.

“What did you give me?” You ask him as his face appears in your vision. There’s an earnestness in his eyes as he smiles down at you, his fingertips brushing an errand  strand back behind your ear.

“Something to help you relax.” He says softly. “A sedative I added to your coffee.”

“And this…” You say tugging at the restraints.

“I know what you like.” He whispers. His hand slides down to your throat, squeezing hard enough to make stars explode behind your vision. “I saw them, the restraints, the toys. You use them to get out of your own head don’t you? Because that pressure from the job it just builds and builds until you find some way to vent it.” He releases his grasp and you suck in a lungful of oxygen as his thumb traces lightly over your mouth. “I understand that, I can be that for you if you let me.”

“Gabe, that’s not something I need right now.” You tell him, trying to force an edge of assertiveness into your voice.

His lips purse together as his palm comes to rest on your throat again, his thumb caresses your jugular, your pulse hammering as he exerts just the barest bit of pressure.

“Maybe you don’t.” He murmurs. “But I do.”

Your breath hitches but instead he releases his hold, his fingertips trailing along the collar of the silk robe you’re wearing. Your jaw clenches as they dip lower, chasing over your navel until they reach the cinched belt.

“I need this Harper, I need you.” He says as he pulls at the tie, loosening it and the fabric falls open revealing your nakedness. “I have waited so long, to touch you, to taste you.”

“Gabe please.” You whisper as he traces over the scar on your thigh, the one that Nick’s lips brushed over last night. “I don’t want this.”

“I’ll make it feel good.” He promises you as he begins to unfasten the silver cuff links from the sleeves of his shirt.  “I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”

You start to fight then, to twist, to writhe, to tear at the bonds holding you but they’re firm, unrelenting, the same as the man undressing before you.

“If you do this I will kill you.” You snarl savagely as he climbs onto the bed alongside you. His hand runs over his cock, giving it a slow tug as he watches you. “I will make it the most painful experience you’ll ever-”

He slaps you then, hard enough to turn your head. Agony explodes in the side of your face before his hand grasps your jaw, forcing your gaze back to his.

“You need to shut the fuck up right now.” He tells you, those blue eyes of his glittering with malice. “You’re ruining it.”

“There’s nothing to ruin.” You spit back. “There’s nothing there, there never was. I felt sorry for you-”

Another hit, this time a closed fist. You hear the crunch of your nose breaking, excruciating pain radiating through your sinuses as blood erupts from your nostrils. He reels back in surprise, staring down at you as you smile underneath the crimson.

“You did that on purpose didn’t you?” He accuses you, scrambling off the bed, trying not to gag. “You know I can’t fucking stand the sight-”

No, he fucking can’t, not since he found his brother hanging from a beam in his parent’s old house. Harrison used wire to do the deed, it had acted like a garrot severing the arteries in his neck, draining the life right out of him as he choked to death on his own viscera. The scene that Gabe had walked into, it was like something out of a gore flick. He’d confided in you during one of  those late night coffee sessions that he couldn’t stomach it, that he felt physically ill whenever he saw so much as a smudge of red.

The sound of his retching drowns out the dulcet tones of the opera, his palm coming to rest on the wall as he empties his stomach onto the carpet. You ignore him, focusing on slamming your fists into the misaligned side panel of the headboard, the force of the motion dislodges the slat you’re bound to from the socket. Your shoulders scream in relief from the sudden slack, your fingers wrapping around the heavy wood as you push yourself up from the bed. You bring it down with all your strength on the back of Gabe’s head. He howls as he crumples to his hands and knees and you hit him again and again and again until he’s face down in that vomit, unmoving.

The music starts to fade, signalling an end to the opera, and to great seducer, Casanova himself.

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[t4tozier]

let's think about jayvik after the finale. they're magically alive and okay 👍

how do they get along with the other characters? what do they get up to in their free time? do they ever get pets? etc etc. head full of self indulgent happy jayvik bc they desperately need normalcy

hmmm this is very internesting. so in terms of their interactions with other characters i have to say that i realized that rather than arcane as a whole being my new hyperfixation it’s literally just jayvik (and zaundads to a lesser extent) so these hcs may be mid. but we persist

if jayvik don’t die then neither do jinx and vander. first of all. viktor doesn’t have the capacity to undo the warwickification of vander but they work something out

and i’ve always loved the hc of jayvik mentoring jinx and ekko so that definitely continues. chaos ensues but it’s good for jinx to have an outlet to create (and continue blowing things up) with adult supervision, and they both have new perspectives and creative ideas that occasionally make jayvik kick themselves for not thinking of it first

i don’t think that either jayce or viktor would be happy if they weren’t still innovating and creating, but they kind of. let hextech die out. which sucks, especially for jayce, whose entire life’s work had to be scrapped because they got too big for their britches, essentially.

i think jayce and viktor both deal with a lot of grief and guilt for their actions. they both blame themselves for the creation of hextech in the first place, jayce blames himself for killing viktor (even though vik understands after. yknow. everything) and that his idea was the one to lay waste to piltover. viktor, though jayce tries to insist that it was the hexcore controlling him and that he didn’t really know what he was doing, still feels responsible for his actions

but this time they have each other, and they have their friends, and it’s both harder and easier than it used to be to deal with their feelings

anyway onto the happy stuff

viktor and caitlyn have a wary sort of allyship. they both hold grudges but they try to get along for jayce’s sake

jayce is personally elated that cait has found someone. especially someone he can roughhouse because vi always brings out his immature side <3 he definitely gets his ass handed to him though

they both keep the long hair. jayce keeps the beard. viktor complains about beard burn but also thinks jayce looks very handsome with it so he suffers through it <3

viktor gets an axolotl. he loves that thing like a child.

jayce finds a stray dog on the streets after the war and feeds him. he ends up following jayce home and he has to sheepishly explain to viktor that he won’t leave jayce alone so he figured he should just bring him home.

viktor isn’t particularly mad about this—except for when the dog takes his spot in bed. that’s unacceptable. jayce will just scoop the dog up and put him on the other side so he’s the middle spoon between vik and the dog.

(also. jayce with a service dog ??)

…viktor with a service axolotl??

the arcane/astral plane did not completely heal either of them—they both still require their leg braces, and jayce gets a crutch for when it gets cold—but viktor’s no longer terminally ill. jayce cries when they find out.

even though the arcane no longer powers their inventions, they do go back to their initial ideas from way back when, bringing their inventions to the people, rebuilding the filtration system in zaun, building better and stronger mobility aids and prosthetics for anyone who needs it. the talis fortune pays for much of this—they no longer want investors, or anyone else, to tell them what they should build

[mythalism]

using ai to get kudos on ao3 is perhaps not the evilest use of ai but it is, almost certainly, the stupidest

truly its so mind boggling to me because like. although i am staunchly anti-AI in ALL SITUATIONS i do fundamentally understand and empathize deeply with what seems to be the average AI user that we talk about so far with this issue; some stressed out teenager or young college student, overwhelmed by the demands of life and school and in need of a shortcut. i was a middle school english teacher. i get it. young people are existing in a horrible fucking world, the education system is a mess, they are exhausted and overwhelmed, i understand the appeal of writing some annoying essay that your teacher assigned you with chatGPT because its already 9 pm you just got home from your volleyball tournament you're exhausted your mom yelled at you on the way home you have a pimple on your face your best friend is mad at you you are already at a C in this class and if you fail your parents are going to ground you and you wont be able to go to prom and oh my god your life SUCKS and you have to be up for school at 6 am tomorrow? i get it. do i still think its wrong? yes. i would encourage them to stop. but the way i would go about encouraging someone like that to stop using genAI is completely different.

BUT AN ADULT??? A FULL GROWN ADULT??? DOING SOMETHING COMPLETELY RECREATIONAL????????? VOLUNTARY??? LIKE WRITING FANFICTION??????? NO DUE DATE. NO PRESSURE. YOU ARE DOING THIS FOR FUN??????????? AND USING GENERATIVE AI?????????? ARE YOU KIDDING???????? YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING. FOR INTERNET CLOUT????????? YOU WANT TO BE A FAMOUS AUTHOR?????? WHATS THE GOAL HERE??????????? FANFIC WRITING IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN ITS SUPPOSED TO COME FROM THE SOUL YOU ARE MISSING THE ENTIRE POINT AND TAINTING THE MAGIC OF SHARED HUMAN CREATION WITH YOUR GREED FOR ATTENTION

[lampylampdevil]

I do not know if the anon above is irritated or just marvelling at the way Bluesky blocklists tend to shake out, but I'm gonna take this as an opportunity to say something I've wanted to say somewhere: If you're on Bluesky and say ANYTHING, someone WILL put you on a stupid-sounding blocklist at some point, and it really does not matter.

I'm a VTuber and I mostly post about my streams, and I repost art and the occasional left-aligned political post. As a result of this I am on some people's blocklists! To give some examples:

Several for "Streamers and VTubers are annoying, so I'm blocking them"

One that's "bigots and racists and also weird anime people, anime is very suspicious, pedos like that, don't you know"

Several for "proshippers" (I made a post telling people they shouldn't follow if they're weird and harass-y about what people ship)

One that's "these people were MEAN and also they BLOCKED ME so I bet they SUCK"

One called "Obnoxious, tedious, insufferable leftists", I presume because I liked the posts of someone this person is big mad about

Every single one of these lists is made by total nobodies with no major reach our clout. It really does not matter if I'm on someone's "shitty people who are bad" list when that someone has a dozen followers and posts like they're on Facebook. It has had absolutely no effect on my ability to have a nice time on Bluesky, and I get plenty of responses to my posts from people that want to see them and seem to enjoy picking up what I'm putting down.

I have had friends that have found themselves on lists of "pedo-MAGA-racist-badguys" (but when you inspect the list it's literally full of trans people, and only that, and it's very plainly been put together to be shitty) and have panicked and gotten stressed out about it because oh no, what if people see that they're on a slanderous list and all their friends block them, or what if someone calls their employer?! My two responses to that are, if it's slanderous you can report the list and it'll get taken down.... and honestly, I think once people get used to the way Bluesky's systems work, no one's going to go to Clearsky, put people's names in, see they're on a shitty blocklist and go "Oh no! This queer fanartist that I follow is ACTUALLY a BIGOT, I need to TELL EVERYONE". They're going to go "Huh, wow, they sure pissed someone off, okay" and get on with things, or they're going to get told by other Bluesky users to calm the fuck down if they DO go and get weird about it.

That aside, some of those blocks that I've gotten are legit from people that do not want to see what I'm doing, and that is fine. That is perfectly fine. I am not entitled to the entire world's eyeballs, and randos blocking me because they're not down with my weeb-ass shit has had no impact upon me. The only way I can even be aware of this is by going to Clearsky and.... like... maybe just don't use Clearsky if you're prone to feeling bad about this sort of thing? I know a lot of us have anxiety around people liking us, and don't like rejection, and it can feel bad to find out that you're blocked by someone... but if you're going to use any social media platform to socialize with others, you will eventually annoy someone and eat a block. The faster you learn to let that kind of interpersonal thing go, the happier you will be.

The real takeaway from this, however, is something I have heard from the very beginning of my time on Bluesky: Do NOT use a blocklist that you do not absolutely, positively, entirely trust to remain reliable. A blocklist is only ever as good as the person maintaining it, and it is vulnerable to people sneaking their personal enemies and annoyances onto it. Review what you've subscribed to on a regular basis. They are not a magical cure-all for shitty social media experiences, they are a tool that you can use to filter things. Use your tools wisely, to prevent getting hurt.

Blueskys blocklists are wild. For my maim im on ones listed for weirdos , proshippers, Furries & zoophiles (people who are furries being lulped in with zoophiles), democrats, luddites and an anti porn one that lumps me with crypto bros, Fascists, Donald trump & Elon musk because nsfw is just as bad as those other ones....

I didnt say shit, I just follow artists, share their stuff and my art which my art is always sfw. I am minding my owm business!

Oh but my second account is on 0 lists despite me being very loud about drawing nsfw, being pro kink, proship, sharing much more nsfw etc on that one.

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[gretagator]

"This condition... To me, it's as real as that chair. It's as real as this house. It's as real as you. But what if it's not? What if it's all in my head? And if that's true, if it's not real... Then what have I done?"

[heartorbit]

MWAH!

[erinwantstowrite]

hey erin are you writing rn?

I am in my backyard playing my guitar except I forgot that it's really fucking cold outside and I'm pretty sure I hear a possum somewhere but I'm kind of ignoring it because I mean what the fuck is the possum going to do. unless it's the raccoon that's been harassing my family for the past like 2 years then maybe I should be worried but it's probably fine

[heyclickadee]

I think Tech would think purrgil are neat.

(He’s in there, he’s just really tiny. He came back, got a new ship, and painted it to match Phee’s.)

(I think purrgil are neat, at least.)

[heretoobsessstuff]

Here’s a whumpy drabble i wrote last night instead of studying for my derm exam lol

*

John paced the small confines of the tower, his heart pounding as he waited. The young lieutenant beside him watched nervously, eyes wide, as if he feared John would snap at any moment. He had to give it to the kid. He felt it too—a simmering anxiety that threatened to boil over if he didn’t see Gale’s B-17 soaring through the sky any minute now.

He lifted the binoculars again, scanning the horizon. When he finally spotted a fortress trailing smoke, hope flared momentarily before dread took hold. The fort was beat to shit, almost looked like it was staggering. It was going to be a bitch to land. But also Please be Gale, please be Gale, please be Gale.

��Incoming!” he yelled, the urgency in his voice echoing off the tower walls. Below, chaos erupted as an ambulance sped closer to the runway.

“It’s my baby!” someone shouted from the ground, and John felt his stomach knot tighter, frustration mixing with fear. He turned to the lieutenant, voice taut. “Show ’em green.”

He fucking hated this part of the job—being stuck up here, powerless to do anything else, anything that was actually useful. He couldn’t even go down to meet Gale on the runway, to ensure he was okay with his own eyes. Instead, he had to count the forts and prepare forms for interrogation. This was exactly why he despised being an air exec.

“Hey kid,” he said to the lieutenant, trying to maintain some semblance of calm, “go check on Major Cleven and come back and let me know, alright?”

The young man nodded, eager to please, and dashed inside. John let out a heavy sigh, eyes glued to the sky as he monitored for more incoming planes.

It felt like an eternity before the lieutenant returned, breathless and wide-eyed. “Sir, Major Cleven was mostly okay. He’s in interrogation now.”

“The hell does mostly okay mean? Is he hurt?” He snapped, heart sinking .

“Not majorly, sir, but he—”

“Bucky”

Crosby called behind him, swallowing hard before he spoke.

“Gale is going batshit crazy not letting the nurses touch him. We got him to the infirmary but he won’t let them stitch him up. Can you come talk to him? I think he’s pretty shaken up”

John was speeding past Croz before he was even done talking. He didn’t remember how managed to go from the tower to the infirmary so fucking fast but he could hear Gale yelling as he walked in. The sound pierced through the tension in his chest, and he pushed the door open to find Gale pacing, hands tugging at his flight suit, face flushed with frustration. Blood caked the side of his face, dripping down to his neck and John felt cold, his hands shaking as he moved closer to get a better look at him.

“Buck” John called tentatively, trying to sound as gentle as possible. “What’s going on?”

Gale’s eyes turned to him and for a brief second it looked like he was relieved to see John. But desperation took over his features immediately, voice sounding too loud in the small cot as he addressed him.

“I’m fine, John. I don’t need their damn help!” Gale snapped, his eyes wild. John felt a rush of concern; this wasn’t Gale. Gale was calm, polite, never snapped at anyone. He was always collected, unflappable. This Gale was unsettling. John felt his heart break as he watched him shake with fury. The nurses hovering nearby exchanged worried glances.

“Your forehead needs at least 10 stitches, Major. You likely have a concussion,” one of them said gently.

“I said I’m fucking fine,” Gale snapped, his frustration palpable. “John, please. Tell them I’m fine. I don’t need this. I need to—”

“Can you give us a minute, please?” John interrupted, turning to the nurses. They sighed, sympathetic, and stepped away, drawing the curtain closed behind them.

“Sit down,” John urged, putting a hand around Gale’s arm and guiding him to a nearby bed. “You’re not fine. You’re hurt.”

“I don’t want to sit—I need to get this fucking thing off me,” Gale said, agitation creeping into his voice as he shook John’s hand off himself and tugged at his flight vest but his hands trembled too much for him to be able to actually take it off. His movements were jerky and uncoordinated. John had never seen him like this, raw and unraveling.

“Here. Let me help you.” John’s voice softened, moving over to him slowly and maintaining eye contact as reached towards him. “Just taking this off, Buck. Stay still” Gale let him take over, his breaths came out harsh and panicked, eyes wide as he started at John working to unclasp the buckles. John tried to be as gentle as he could as he unbuckled the vest and let it drop to the ground.

“There you go, now lets just sit down for a second”

“No” Gale shook his head, his voice cracking, pushing to move past John.

“I can’t—I can’t just sit here. I need to go—I need to-.” He cut himself off with a gasp, breathing shallow as his body shook all over. John stepped forward, reaching out to grab Gale’s shoulders.

“Look at me. Focus on me, okay? You’re panicking. You need to breathe, Gale”

Gale blinked, momentarily stunned by John’s intensity. “I… I can’t.”

“You can,” John insisted, trying to keep his voice steady. “You can. In and out. Here”

He soothed, grabbing Gale’s hand and laying it on his own chest, trying to keep the shake out of his own voice as he took a deep breath.

“Deep breathes like me. C’mon darling”

He let the endearment slip, not giving a damn if anyone heard it. It seemed to do the trick, Gale’s breath hitched and he closed his eyes and kept his palm pressed to John’s chest, trying to pull air into his lungs.

“There you go. You’re alright”

John encouraged, voice soft as he guided Gale to a bed when he felt his knees weakening and pushed him down gently. He watched him closely as he sank down, shoulders sagging under the weight of his exhaustion as he continued to take choking breaths. John rubbed his back, up and down his arm soothingly, trying to avoid his injured head as he pushed his hair out out of his eyes and sat beside him on the bed.

Gale watched him lazily as he reached for his face, fingers grazing his jaw as he tilted his head slightly to reveal a deep gash on his head, blood seeping through the strands of blond hair. He felt a lump raising in his throat at the sight.

“Was it flak?”

Gale closed his eyes again, taking a few shuddering breaths as he shrugged.

“Don’t remember. It’s all a blur”

John hummed, lifting Gale’s hand to press a gentle kiss to his knuckles.

“You need to let them take care of you, Gale”

“I’m fine, John”

“Need to let them patch you up first and then you will be”

“I can’t—I need to” Gale started to protest weakly again so John interrupted him.

“There’s nothing you need to be doing now other than resting and letting them fix you up. You can’t do anyone any good if you’re not okay.”

Gale swallowed thickly, eyes glassy with unshed tears as he shook his head.

“I lost so many men, John. So many forts. I let them down.” His voice shook, a lone tear escaping and travelling down his cheek.

“You didn’t let anyone down, Gale. You flew that piece of crap all the way back to England. No one else could do it. You got your boys through it.” John reassured him, forcing eye contact.

“You did well, darling” He added quietly, just for Gale’s ears. Gale looked at him for a second longer before he let out a long sigh and leaned to the side, resting his head on John’s shoulder. John took his hand in both of his, interlocking their fingers.

“Now I need to get you through it, Gale. I need you to be okay”

Gale opened his eyes, eyes softening as turned to look at John and took in his desperate expression. The tension slowly easing from his features. “Okay” he whispered, sounding defeated as he lifted his head and sagged back against the wall, hand not leaving John’s.

“Just… stay here.”

“Of course.” John kept his grip strong, grounding him. He turned toward the curtain to call the nurses. “He’s ready for you.”

They stepped forward, not saying a word about how John kept sitting there holding Gale’s hand so hard like he was scared he was going to slip away. He watched as they worked quietly and stitched up the wound on Gale’s forehead and cleaned the area.

“See?” John said gently, helping take Gale’s sheepskin off and getting him to lay back and get comfortable as the nurses finished their work and told them Gale needed to stay overnight for monitoring. “All patched up. Good as new”

Gale’s energy seemed suddenly drained. He gave John small smile and sighed as he closed his eyes, finally allowing himself to relax. John sat beside him, watching him fall asleep, counting the raise and fall of his chest and finally allowed himself to breathe.

[violetregrets1837]

Okay so like while I still have the idea rattling loudly in my brain,

For my fellow x reader enojoyers, have we thought about meaner soulmate connections for the boys?

Like of course soulmate aus can have a variety of flavours, to sweet to spicy to oh my goodness I'm crying

BUT BUT BUT!!! I HAVE IDEAS FOR SOME MEAN SOULMATE CONNECTIONS❗️❗️❗️

Four: You can only see each other through mirrors >:)))))

It would always be a lovely little thing for the hero to see his soulmate, but after having to shatter that mirror, he wasn't sure if he could bring himself to take a single peak anymore.

Legend: You only meet each other in your dreams

I feel like this is obvious on why it's mean to Legend specifically. I love Koholint angst. What can I say?????

Wild: You gain the others injuries

Wild could easily guess the reason why he'd never be able to meet his soulmate. He was kept in the shrine of resurrection for 100 years following his death. But when he somehow gets a memory of when he finally learned about his soulmate connection, a papercut on his finger that he can't remember getting, a pit opens in his stomach as he realises. His soulmate didn't die just because of the calamity. They died because of him.

[the-way-astray]

i am not ready to get pissed off today but can we not ruin people’s positive fandom experiences. can we not. if someone makes a post saying “i love sophie foster!!!!” can we not go to that post and immediately comment “well i don’t like her”. if someone shares a headcanon and it clashes with yours can we not go to that post and reply “well that headcanon is WRONG because HERE’S WHAT CANON SAYS”. if someone talks about a ship can we not go on that post and start ripping it to shreds. can we not. you are aware that just scrolling past without engaging is an option, right? you know you can tamp down the urge to express your negative opinion where inappropriate, right? make your own damn post!!!! can we not ruin positivity posts for the people that like/made them. can we please not. please.

[gothteddiesdotcom]

can we start considering online job application systems as class warfare or

[joestarbuckss]

“ahh ikura yuutahhh~”