#u ask me to do anything and i simply cannot refuse

[kryptznnn]

♛- PLAY-HARD I

1st part/ 2nd part (Mature Audience Community Label)

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➳ INTERESTS; - olo’eyktan!jake x fem!omatikayan reader

➳ BACKGROUND; - working alongside Mo’at has helped you and your family in various ways, as a way to repay her for your free working she pairs you along side Toruk Makto to aid him in small departments he needs assistance in, but more importantly to find a Tsahik suitable for the Olo’eyktan, but he isn’t always cooperative.

➳ WARNINGS; - 3.1k wc slight age gap (25 and 21), takes place after the great war, eventual smut, slow burn, sexual tension, use of alcohol, vomiting (mentioned once), wet kisses, hickies, jealousy, power imbalance, pet names, fluff, bit of angst if you squint, nipple!play, slight p!play.

➳a.i; first fic i’m very very nervous, but i hope u all enjoy ^^, i take requests so just hit my inbox 🌸

*na’vi translation will be provided*

Mo’at was not joking when she spoke of Jake Sully and his stubbornness, the reason why she decided you’d be a perfect aid is due to your patience, which was running very thin at the moment.

“I’m here to assist you, but i cannot do my job if you refuse to go against my requests.” you stated sharply, his ears pinned against his hair and his lips tightened into a straight line, he simply crossed his arms. This was the 3rd date you’d set up for him that he’s rejected.

Not the first, or the second, but the third time. To make matters worse whenever you’d complain to Mo’at she’d simply tell you to just push a little farther.

“I told you I didn’t like her” he said sternly, repeating the same statement he has for the past 2 weeks. “skxawng, [moron] you’ve said the same thing for the other 2 na’vi i’ve tried to pair you with, do not be selfish, think of the future of our people-“

“That’s all I think about y/n, I might be many things but selfish isn’t one of’em. You can’t just force someone with me, if im going to be with some girl for the rest of my life at least let me make my own decision.” He quickly cut you off, now unfolding his arms and placing a hand at his side, eyeing you up and down. You’d be lying if you said he didn’t make any good points, if you were in his place you’d be more than frustrated, but regardless you’re job here was to help and provide for the olo’eyktan, which is exactly what you were going to do.

“Mr. Sully, please-“

“Jake. It’s jake kid” He buds in, smiling softly.

“Jake, I understand what you’re saying and how you feel, but part of my job is providing, and what i’m doing is providing for you and your future” You correct yourself, giving him a pleading look, searching in his eyes for a look of understanding, which you soon found. He relaxed a bit and wasn’t as tense as before, nodding in approval. You quickly smiled, thankful this situation didn’t have to escalate to a serious argument like it has before hand. Those times were the worst times for the both of you, and thankfully you’ve both been able to talk them out and set boundaries and learn from past mistakes, if anything Mo’at would repeat how times like those strengthens the relationship you two share, and she wasn’t wrong.

“m’sorry” He said quietly, but loud enough for you to hear, rubbing his hands together and sitting down, his tail curling up beside him with his head down. “syeha si tam [breathe, it’s okay], you have nothing to apologize for, i’m sorry too, the position you’re in isn’t easy, trust me I know” you said calmly, slowly walking over to him, just for him to open up his arms. You slowly walked over to him, quickly embracing him just for him to do the same with you. You sighed and smiled softly, your head resting on his.

Come to think of it Jake was always a physical kind of person, “touchy” is what the term is. Whenever things would go wrong with him or the clan he would drain out quickly, before he didn’t have anyone to rely on, not a friend close enough for him to talk to so he would create a relationship with Mo’at, asking her for advice and methods to aid him, right before he came across you. You would be seated with Mo’at, mixing herbs for her while listening to their conversations, on specific days jake would speak about certain na’vi women attempting to court him, which made you giggle when you first heard it

“Who is she?” Jake asked quickly glancing over at you, as you quickly covered your mouth to stop any other laughter. Mo’at turned to you and back at Jake softly smiling. “Her name is y/n, I love her like a daughter of mine,she’s been under my arm for the past 12 years” She said proudly, Jake nodded his head, not taking his eyes off of you, watching as you walked over and stood beside Mo’at.

“Ohe ahasey sa’nok” [I’ve finished mother] You said, placing the bowl in Mo’at’s hands, smiling at her, she thanked you and introduced you to Jake. “Te suli, this is y/n, y/n this is tsyeyk suli, our olo’ektyan” She stated, directing her hand to you than back to jake. You quickly signed the “I see you” gesture saying “Oel ngati kameie” as he nodded and repeated the same action. You looked him in his eyes, just to realize he was looking at you this whole time, you quickly looked to the side and began to distract yourself.

He had such an intense gaze, does he look at everyone like that? You asked yourself, your tail thrashing back and forth recalling the scene that happened just seconds ago.

“If you need extra assistance I can always have y/n accompany you, she’s always wanted to to explore other fields of work, I think she could help you a lot” Mo’at spoke soothingly, placing the bowl you gave her down and adding bandages to it. Jake continued to watch you, listening to Mo’at’s words carefully, still grinning ear to ear.

“I’d love that” He said, slowly standing up to take his leave.

That was 4 months ago, since then Jake has been very open with you, always in need of a hug and consolidation, which you were happy to give. Although it was painful how often you’d have to remind yourself not to mix pleasure and business, you’re helping you’re olo’ektyan, he’s just worn out and exhausted. Surely tonight would help him, deeming the celebration would be in his favor, celebrating his successful raid with his party and no injuries or casualties were gained.

“I’ll see you tonight?” He asked,slowly releasing you from his grasp and looking up at you, you just looked down at him smiling and nodding softly. “Of course, just don’t expect me to be there early, i’ll be coming with Za’yukto” You said, slowly backing up ready to leave, jake quickly grabbed your hand as soon as you turned around.

“Who is that?” He asked, you turned to face him to see his demeanor quickly changed. His jaw had clenched and his grip on your hand was getting tighter by the second. “Just a friend of mine, he didn’t want to go alone so I volunteered to take him, just for a while” You said harmlessly, he tilted his head, looking at you up and down before responding. He opened his mouth just to slowly close is and take a deep breath, making direct eye contact with you. “Just… just don’t be too late okay? I’ll be waiting for you” He said softly, his ears lowering slightly as he let go of your hand.

“Of course, and if you ever get too bored you can talk to all of your other friends there” You joked, quickly getting your belongings and leaving shortly.

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You glanced in your small reflection for a final time before leaving your small hut. You haven’t done much to your appearance other than brushing out your braids and changing your purple beaded top to a red one, you’ve always liked how the colors looked on you.

This’ll do. You thought, it was too late to turn back and change now, you’ve already gone so far anyway. You looked pleasant, eye-catching, which was the exact look you were hoping for, hopefully you’d get someone to look at you during tonight’s celebration, or maybe a specific someone. Of course that specific someone being non other than J-

“Y/N!! Are you here?” You stopped dead in your tracks quickly walking over to the entrance of your hut.

That’s Za’yukto’s voice. “Hi, sorry, ohe am lonu to sìltsan” [I’m ready to go] You stated, stepping outside and quickly setting down the entrance of your hut with a smile, looking up at him. He smiled in response and complimented you, to which you thanked him and began making your way to the spirit tree for the celebration.

Soon after you two arrived, you quickly began to adjust your top, brush off your loincloth and hair, saying your goodbyes to Za’yu as you made your way to look for Jake, thankfully finding him quickly-

He’s with someone, you thought, seeing him off to the side laughing with a large drink in his hand, obviously being alcohol, of course stronger than any human substances and yet tasting even sweeter than anything you’ve ever had before. Seeing him happy like that did nothing more than make you smile a bit, he’s been stressed lately, he needs some sort of release. You quickly walk to the side getting closer to him just to see he’s doing more than just talking.

More than just laughing, and not with any someone, with a woman.

And he’s…. he’s kissing her? They’re kissing, they’re definitely kissing, and he’s not kissing just any woman, it’s the first na’vi you ever brought towards him to consider that he immediately rejected, simply telling you “There’s nothing special about her”.

Ewya.

You didn’t even bother making your way over to him, you’d already seen enough, feeling your face heat up out of sheer embarrassment and your eyes beginning to burn. On one swift motion you turn around to find Za’yu and to your surprise he already had a large cup waiting for you. You quickly grabbed it and chugged it down, your face immediately going from a sour look to more relaxed.

“Syeha si y/n!!” [Breathe y/n!!] Za’yu said, quickly taking the now empty cup from your hands as you just smiled at him. “I’m fine, come dance with me?” you asked, holding his hand. He just shook his head and placed the cups down on a table beside him, quickly taking you to the center of the dancefloor and began dancing with you in his arms.

This is a party, a place to let loose and celebrate, and that’s exactly what you planned on doing. You hooked your arms around Za’yu’s shoulders, pulling him a little closer, and looking at him intensely. You’d be lying if you said Za’yu wasn’t attractive, he was insanely attractive and overall perfect, everything a woman would look for in a man, he was skilled, intelligent, good looking, and strong? A complete package. Especially with the fact he’s such a gentleman, that’s what triggered your friendship so quickly.

He looked down at you, his hands traveling from your back to your waist, grinning at you. You slowly pushed yourself up against his body, feeling your beaded top clink against his broad chest. You slowly climb up on your tippy toes closer and closer to his face, as he too moves in closer, just for you to reach towards his ear and kiss it.

“Can you get me another drink please? I’m so thirsty” You ask him playfully, rubbing your 4 fingers against your throat slowly, licking your lips at him. He nodded and reached down to your collarbone, kissing it softly before leaving to get you a drink.

Soon after dancing by yourself you feel a hand rest on your stomach and trail down to your pelvis, holding you securely as your back rests on his back, you lift your head up quickly to see Za’yu, with your drink in his hand as he smiled down at you. You slowly got onto your tippy toes and kissed him, just to taste residue of alcohol that he previously consumed, smiling at the sweet taste, and taking the cup from his hands and quickly finishing it, dropping the cup and turning to face him, kissing him again.

Honestly at this state you’re wondering where jake was, if he was enjoying himself with his dick probably down that girls throat, but at the same time you were too fucked out and having way too much fun to care. Your shared kisses with Za’yu quickly became more intimate and more active, exchanging saliva and practically moaning into his mouth while still dancing, now slowly beginning to grind yourself onto him.

“Za’yu-“ You moaned softly against his lips, barely being able to catch your breath. “I know tìyawn, I know, mawepey” [I know love, I know, be patient] He said softly, his kisses trailing from your lips to your jawline and down to your neck, beginning to suck on you softly.

You rested your hand on the back of his neck, slowly playing with his hair and mewling softly, your ears perked up and your tail curling around your leg. He continued however, lowering down to your collarbone, kissing it softly before continuing his assault.

“ ‘Yu, can w- can we go back to my place? Please” You whimper softly, as he slowly moves his head up to look at you, kissing you softly. “Whatever you want y/n”. He said, quickly going to hold your hand, just as you turn around someone crashes into you spilling their drink all over you.

Of course it was none other than Ninat, whos throat Jake was previously shoving his tongue down. “Shouldn’t you be all on the olo’ektyan?” You muttered quietly, thankful no one heard you. Before listening to her pleads and apologies you simply just shoved past her, clinging onto Za’yukto tightly. “Don’t worry we’ll get you cleaned up, come on” He said.

Soon enough you both arrived to your hut , walking straight into the back of your hut and dragging him along, to which he quickly obliged. You stepped into the small pond behind your hut and began removing your strained top and loincloth, ushering him to do the same, which he quickly did.

“I’m going to clean you up first” He said, smiling down at you and grabbing a nearby rag to wipe any access alcohol off of you. He was gentle and caring, he only looked above your collarbone and refused to look lower, to make sure ‘you felt comfortable’ was his excuse, you found his caring and respectful nature cute though, knowing there were a lot of navi men out there who would not do the same. You just helped guide his hand to where he had to clean off until he kissed you again, letting his hands trail up from your waist to your soft breasts.

“Is this okay?” He asked softly, looking in your eyes for complete confirmation, to which you nodded and smiled in response. He let his fingers graze against your nipples a few times before toying with you, lowering his head before taking your left breast into his mouth, rolling his tongue onto your nipple, making you moan softly, quickly gripping onto the back of his hair softly. “That’s not the only place that needs attention, i’m still dirty elsewhere” You teased, he looked up at you repositioning himself, giving you a cocky look before answering.

“Oh yeah? Where would that be?” He asked, you quickly took his hand to show him, hovering over your stomach, but before you could continue a wave of sickness hit you, making you pause. Za’yu quickly took notice of this and how your expression changed. “Hey, what’s wrong what happened” He asked, now completely serious as you now grabbed onto his shoulder for support. “I feel a little sick” You managed to make out weakly, he quickly finished cleaning you off and immediately got you out of the small pond, drying you up and taking you inside to get you into something, but not before you threw up on the side of the mossy ground twice before crying.

“It hurts” You said, your voice hoarse and dry, which reminded Za’yukto to get you some water, he instructed for you to stay in your room and get dressed as he fetched you something to drink along with a small herb to help with the burning of your throat.

You quickly got changed, sitting patiently for Za’yu, and he soon came telling you to swallow one of your own handmade herbal medicine and a glass of water behind it, which you did. “You need to get some rest, you’ve had a long night” He said, placing his hand onto your shoulder, rubbing it softly and smiling at you. You didn’t respond, only placing the glass down and sprawling yourself against your bed, your back now facing Za’yu.

A moment of silence has passed, he hasn’t left and you haven’t fallen asleep yet, why is he still-

“I’ll stop by tomorrow to check up on you” He quickly stated, interrupting your thoughts, you don’t answer and he takes the silence as a sign you must be asleep, big mistake.

“Hopefully tonight didn’t change anything within our friendship, i’m not looking for a mate or to court anyone now, it was never my intention to move so quickly with you” He mumbled, but loud enough for you to hear, and shift in the bed as a response, you waited to hear the flap of your hut close before letting the tears in your eyes roll out over your nose and stain your bed.

This was going to be such a long night, and tomorrow morning even longer.

✴🕷 please do not copy, plagiarize, edit, or translate any works submitted by me. all works are originated and all other pictures used within those works are online images. thank you!! @kryptznnn

[lolhex12]

we don't talk enough abt akutagawa's cough / lung disease (chronic&terminal) yet it has so much angst potential?? anywayy

after the current arc, atsushi knows akutagawa is actively dying and he's the only one who does bc akutagawa didn't tell anyone else abt it. (altho, in all honesty, the amount this man coughs should at least hint at it. i'm honestly amazed not more ppl in the story are concerned abt it)

so, the next mission they have together, akutagawa coughs and atsushi is now aware what it really means, so he wonders out loud with nonchalance masking his concern: "hey, so like, do you think yosano's ability would help with your cough and all? would it go away then?"

akutagawa, wiping his mouth, slightly annoyed: "how would i now? i'm not well-acquainted with your coworkers, weretiger, therefore it's none of my concern. and even then, i wouldn't trust any ada members with my issues, nor my life."

atsushi finds his words a bit sus bc 'u do trust me tho', but doesn't say it out loud and they leave it at that.

somehow, it becomes a regular thing. every time they have a mission together and atsushi hears his partner cough, he presents more ideas of how they could cure a terminal lung disease, and they vary in absurdity as he runs out of inspiration.

his ideas range from mere "have you tried going to a doctor?" (<- at which akutagawa stares in disbelief: "you either think i'm an idiot, or you are the idiot. which one is it?" and atsushi pouts bc 'ok yeah, fair... but also, rude') to insanities like "maybe witchcraft would help! i could look up witches in the area and see if black magic or something has any luck." (<- at which akutagawa is so done he doesn't even entertain the idea and just keeps walking)

they never follow through with any idea tho, bc akutagawa stubbornly refuses to waste time on trying to find a cure when his time on earth already is very limited.

it should also be noted that each time the cough gets worse; louder, rougher, more persistent and even bloody, which only makes atsushi more and more worried.

so one time, akutagawa's particularly annoyed by atsushi's insane and stupid ideas. he turns to him and point-blank asks: "why do even care so much whether i succumb to my illness or not? surely, my death should only leave you overjoyed to see the world be rid of one more evil."

that makes atsushi think bc 'why? why does he care whether akutagawa lives or dies? he's right, a bad person like a mafioso dying should be a good thing.'

after lengthy contemplation he comes to the conclusion that he simply cannot have his sworn enemy/rival/partner die from something as pathetic as a disease. someone as strong as akutagawa has to die in a more memorable way - not alone, in a bed, coughing, with nothing more to be remembered by. if anything he'd have to die fighting atsushi or something. yeah that's it. that's why. (<- it's not, but they're not quite there yet)

so atsushi tells him as much. akutagawa accepts it bc 'yeah, makes sense. what else could the reason be?'

the whole routine of coughing and brainstorming a solution in vain continues as the ideas get even more insane, the cough even worse and atsushi more concerned than ever.

the next time akutagawa is annoyed enough to pose the question again, atsushi is close to tears from anxiety as he holds up akutagawa who collapsed and can't seem to subdue his cough properly.

atsushi struggles to get out the water bottle and cough drops he'd started carrying around on their missions together. he's so scared bc he's never seen akutagawa look so sick and frail before (but not weak. never weak. akutagawa could never be weak in atsushi's eyes. it's impossible, bc akutagawa being strong is a simple, unchangeable fact, constant in any possible universe).

what would he do if akutagawa actually died there? in his arms? on a mission? which would probably get cancelled. would the pm think atsushi killed him? does he bring back the body or just bury it somewhere? pretend he got killed on the mission and not by his own body that had turned on him years ago and was in reality a long time coming? he couldn't even bear to think abt it.

"why tf do u care so much??" akutagawa yells with a scratchy voice before his cough continue despite his best efforts to stop.

atsushi can barely breathe anymore. "because i don't want you to die, you idiot! we're a team! you're my partner. who will i be left with if you go?" tears stream down his face, mainly from how overwhelming his anxiety feels. or maybe bc he really doesn't want his partner to die? nah, it's the anxiety. definitely the anxiety. (<- #denial)

akutagawa, at first embarrassed how his collapse derailed their mission bc goddammit he's supposed to be a professional and not let his issues interfere with his job, pauses when he sees atsushi crying... for him? because of him? ???

he's very confused bc he's pretty sure his rival/enemy/partner should not be so concerned abt his health and impending death, but something abt atsushi's expression and that whole situation makes him rethink his outlook on life.

that's when akutagawa starts taking his health more seriously and actively looks for possible, feasible ways to cure his disease, even if there's only a small chance it'll actually work. bc seeing atsushi like that made him realize there are a handful of people who care abt him and would mourn him if he died; more than just his sister and higuchi.

it made him realize his life had a bigger impact on others than he'd previously thought, not all of it bad.

[notholaenas]

curious what do u not like ab x-reader stuff? like personally I don’t engage w it but I don’t see the harm in it? asking coz I saw the mischaracterisation circle in hell tag and was wondering lol, unless I’m taking it more serious than u meant it sozzers

heyy. i have no idea how old this ask is lmao i didn't ignore it on purpose i swear.

disclaimer: i don't speak for everyone, this is just this girl's opinion, no more, no less.

i myself try not to engage with it as well, mainly because reading about other people's sexual fantasies (cause essentially this is what x reader content is about, isn't it?) makes me a little uncomfortable. (also i'm not talking about the y/n imagines things, if it brings you joy and comfort, who am i to judge? yk)

my main concern isn't about the mischaracterization, strictly speaking (that's another story), but the fact that no matter how hard you try, you cannot escape it; you cannot filter it out if those who write it refuse to tag it properly. a good portion of the tags i follow here are cluttered with x reader/reader insert content even though i have the "tag" and any related expressions on mute. it's my personal preference not to consume this type of media, so naturally i take an issue with it not being presented correctly, therefore me being unable to avoid it.

as for the mischaracterization: the x reader content i happened to have the misfortune to glimpse were basically just sexual fantasies projected onto certain fictional characters, them behaving certain ways or saying things they definitely would not do/say in any other situations. and i'm not talking about fic writers taking liberties with the personalities of the characters they're writing about for the sake of an au. i'm talking the "he would not fuckin say that* type of stuff, where you basically take an oc and hide it behind [insert character's name]. if u wanna write p0rn with yourself getting into situations, that's fine by me, you do you. but i'd prefer if you leave my favorite characters alone. lol

so yeah, i didn't mean anything serious by the tag there, simply expressing my neverending frustration with a situation that cannot be helped, sadly. (i mean.... it could be helped if writers tagged their shit properly but whatever.)

[monster-bait]

greetings, esteemed one 👉👈 how do you feel about receiving fanart? do you want to be tagged in the post or just in a reply? do you have a special tag that you check for posted fanart? do you want to be send the post in a message or so? as a link in your asks? my brain has been exploding after reading MGMF and refuses to be normal about anything and of course i sketched like 17383626 silly little doodles of rourke&violet in increasingly dumb scenarios and i just wanna make sure i'm not overstepping anything anywhere. also while i'm already here, i really enjoyed the emotional depth and just the feelings you put into it! like obvs the smexy tension is through the roof and so so delicious but the small tidbits of violet fantasizing sfw about rourke and a debt-free life got to me, that was so incredibly touching and real and also that chapter of rourke going "YOU. where WERE u omg i missed u sm" is probs my fave bc of how close and intimiate they already are simply from having seen each other for weeks at that point, and also how... open and curious violet is and how non-bitter she is towards it all? like she could've gone full denial and torturing herself by not working on days rourke came in anymore but homegirl powered through and look at her now. with a big beautiful beefy boyfriend, in a beautiful new neighbourhood, with loving new friends. her crops watered, her skin clean, flourishing. what a dream. i love her and i love rourke and i love MGMF and i cannot wait for next month when i got paid and i can splurge on so many books of yours and read and read and read.

this got way longer than intended. um. yeah. i hope you have a really nice day!!

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This is the nicest thing!

[ilbound]

@profateic has requested a story : ❛ Do you think you can handle that much? ❜  \  The Prophet, in his ever so gracious insistence to help Kaen embrace their blood and nature, tasking Kaen to use their teeth on him and give in.

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Fingers PROD & PRY in a place where they’ve no business being , preening open wide the constantly shut maw of this dormant god-beast.  Head is forced to tilt b a c k , jaw made to part way for room enough to accommodate for the INVASION of precious space , for the DEFILEMENT of the creature’s tongue , teeth , and ignored instinct hidden well-behind hundreds of years of self-endowed inhibition.  His grip is at once forceful as it is gentle , belying contrast to his CLOYING & COAXING tone ( spoken with forked tongue , with poisonous words so greedily obliged ) .  Consider them surprised at the development , the poor thing utterly u n s e t t l e d , unsure as to how to react , nor what to do.

True , that Kaen is nothing if not a LOYALIST ; a most devoted follower to a man whom has ( wrongly ) earned all the faith in their too-fragile heart.  They are not one to deny the good Prophet his whims , to refuse his requests but — They give a truly pathetic little sound , like wounded animal , a w h i m p e r as if pained , sapphire hues dancing with a plea for the good Prophet to relent and release them from such a grueling demand as to embrace their nature ( do not ask this of me , they seem to bargain , anything else , but not this ) .  They can't , isn't it obvious, they can't handle it !  And more than that , they do not wish to !  But the godling knows - rather , they believe,  they've faith enough - that he is simply guiding them , steering their most proper of course ( as he is doing so with good intentions , he is doing so because he loves them ! ) .  Conflict wages across fauny features , crackling up in light agleam and glimmer in their stones.  However can they o b e y if it would mean becoming that which t e r r i f i e s them most ?

Is acting human … NO LONGER ENOUGH for him ?  Perhaps not , they realize.

Tongue flicks , testing and tasting the flesh which has forced way into their mouth , g o a d i n g them and their baser hungers , rousing it up from the depths of their long-empty gut.  And though Kaen has every intention to deny it still , to refrain , their instinct does indeed s t i r , like a serpent uncoiling , unraveling itself all through their veins and inspiring in them a sense of need and want and longing they cannot quite name ( a feeling which is older than they , a feeling which was born in them long before their true name was spoken , long before their spirit was carved from the burning core of the earth ) .  They heed temptation - just once , forgive me O’Prophet , just once - teeth lengthening and sharpening , hands lifting to curl claws about arm and wrist , and with little delicacy , do they sink into his flesh ; rip , tear , INDULGE .  A primal growl of satisfaction rumbles through them as blood spills messily from their mouth , eyes closing , hunger abating for the f i r s t time in several hundred years.

[jentlemahae]

Have you seen the discourse around the AI that makes difficult books easier to read? We're so cooked 😭 Thankfully it's being flamed on Twitter... But detractors of this tool have also shared some truly terrible takes! Like this one:

https://x.com/gr1ffth/status/1806909593290952946

In what world would this make the literacy problem our society has better? Why would someone discourage people who don't find reading easy from trying to get better? (I mean, I know why. Because they're tweeting in a bad faith attempt to reinforce their perceived superiority over others.) Reading is a skill, one that can be practiced. The last thing we should be doing is gatekeeping reading or mocking people for not being skilled enough. The equivalent of that would be telling an inexperienced visual artist that if they can't draw hands by now they should just stop drawing...

The truth is that elitism like the one on display in that tweet is a big factor in people refusing to read. They've been so thoroughly convinced by cruel schoolmates and bad teachers that they are simply too stupid to understand the classics that they don't even try, because everytime they even consider it, they have to confront the shame they've carried with them all these years, as well as the feeling that they'll never measure up to the kids that got A's and won contests. What if they pick it up, and they don't understand it, and they struggle, and it turns out that they really were that stupid and worthless and deserving of bullying and cruelty all along? It's why you might see people who were big readers in childhood stop in high school and then never read again. It's why you see people refuse to read anything other than the easy spicy romance. And these people should not be shamed. We should not tell them "If you're not at this level yet, don't even try". We should be kind and comforting and stand by them as they struggle along the way. None of us was born understanding Gatsby. Only through offering each other grace and empathy can we fix our literacy problem. Otherwise the world will stay stuck in this vicious cycle that has already gotten us so low that we now get ads for AI tools that strip novels of what makes them meaningful works of literature in the first place.

luckily that discourse didn’t end up on my tl so i hadn’t seen it but YIKES 😬 yes people relying on ai to read more difficult books is certainly bad (and if u ask me it’s a symptom of the worsening of the education system in our society cause kids are not being taught literacy well enough), but takes like the one you shared are also very very bad (and i agree, it’s 100% because people like op have unresolved issues and want to feel superior because they read™️)! reading is such a great activity and we should only encourage it, we shouldn’t suggest the use of ai to people in order to read difficult books AND we also shouldn’t tell people to just give up if they cannot read those books at the first try. although i will also say — if u don’t like that kind of books and don’t enjoy reading them, that’s perfectly okay! i hate how nowadays people get made fun of for reading “silly” books because a) that could their entry into reading so it could be a stepping stone to more “serious” books, and b) reading is meant to be for pleasure, unless the stories are problematic i really don’t see the problem in someone preferring beach read books 🤷🏻‍♀️ frankly, i think that most people who look down on others for reading silly books have unresolved childhood issues because they were bullied for being bookworms and now wanna take it out on others and feel superior. the great gatsby is great but someone is not stupid for not liking it or not wanting to read it

anwwww i kinda went off on a tangent, sorry!!! bottom line is that i fully agree with you — ai tools like that one are bad and we should encourage people to read as much as we can (i think especially now considering that there’s such a problem with media literacy in our society)

[clownwwx]

i hate posting my thoughts on twitter at this time therefore the ppl on here will have the misfortune of being subjected to them instead! :) (or not. it doesn’t matter, u can literally just scroll past this, idc)

ive been rethinking a lot of things around my attachment issues lately and truth is i actually don’t like to let anything go without receiving clarity. truth is I’ve been traumatized the most during situations when ppl did not care to clarify anything to me and I simply became the “bigger person” and did not ask any further. Truth is I demand answers, and I demand clarity because I can handle hearing something I don’t like, I can work with it, I can take it for what it is. But I can’t take the fog, the vagueness, the confusion - I’m someone who is naturally curious, naturally questioning and naturally prefers to fuck around and find out rather than sit on my ass and wait until my brain will move on. Cause my brain will NOT move on. It’s just not wired that way, it does not like to avoid and it does like to cower away in fear. It likes to confront and to satiate its curiosity regardless of the retaliation, and I recognize it’s because it sucks so bad at taking care of itself, I know it’s because of that. AND YET, and yet, I’d rather hurt rather than be confused. Pain is tangible, it’s easy to pinpoint where it hurts - but confusion? I cannot make peace with it. Confusion makes me feel numb, as if I’m just on the passenger’s seat and I have NO idea who the fuck is driving. And I fucking hate driving but even then I’d rather put my hands on the wheel and DECIDE for myself. I hate feeling like I don’t have autonomy over my situations, I should be able to handle something when it bothers me. Everyone and everything keeps telling me just let things go, just move on and it’s like? how do you do that? How is your brain letting you? Where do you put it all down? Cause I genuinely feel like I’m holding onto every single situation and person that has left me feeling fucked up and confused. No matter how much time passes no matter how much I try to heal through it all, I’m carrying it all. Often times the load is not that present, sometimes I can barely feel it, but there are also times when it’s just all so heavy it angers me so much cause if you’re gonna be there TELL ME WHY!! WHY THE FUCK YOU DID THAT SHIT!! GIVE ME CLARITY!! So I can properly compartmentalize you and move the fuck on. I hate the word closure. It’s not closure. I need clarity. I need to put the pieces together and I cannot do that when I’m missing a bunch of them, I need to windex out the glass because I can’t fucking see shit through it and I want to SEE. I want to see what the fuck is going on or at least my own reflection. I need to make sense of bullshit that refuses to be sensible. I need to pinpoint where it hurts so that I can focus on that area and just stitch it up.

Anyways, I don’t know where I’m going with this, but this is a form of clarity. Just realizing that I hate the confusion. I fucking hate it, and yes I will do everything in my power to either solve it or clear it up. And i don’t give a fuck if the situation or the person disagrees. Blow up in my face, i don’t care.

[uppermocns-moved]

would you.....would you considering expanding on how dabi eats you out 🙏

dabi eats pussy like he’s been fucking starved. every todoroki does. 

he nearly rips off your panties (and sometimes actually does) like he’s going to die if his face isn’t buried in your pussy in the next two seconds. drags his tongue through your folds to taste you before slipping it inside and nuzzling his nose into your clit. loves fucking you with his tongue, especially from behind so he can knead and spank your ass (if you’re into that). generally just prefers eating you out from behind but he also likes the feeling of your thighs pressed against his cheeks. starts off solely using his mouth but always ends up slipping two fingers inside and bullying your g-spot (that’s the best way to describe it because he is relentless) while his tongue satisfies your clit. if he’s really pent up, the hand that isn’t teasing your pussy is roughly palming his cock over his pants because he really gets off on your reactions. sometimes he teases you a little harder just to hear how desperate you sound. 

also he has a tongue piercing. 

[aristrocrat]

can u do an imagine with steve based on the song head over heels by tears for fears?? it would be so cute 😭

summary: Steve is head over heels for a girl that simply cannot seem to let go of her past. Until she finally meets it face to face.

word count: 2720

pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (mostly from his POV)

tw: NONE JUST SO SWEET AND SO MUCH FLUFF!! I LOVE THIS ONE

a/n: Go check out this song! It’s about a man who falls in love with a woman who holds all of the cards/doesn’t seem to be that interested in him. He seems to be throwing away all good things in his life at the thought of her. This is my twist on those lyrics.

“Hi! I’m Y/N, the new employee here. Kieth told me to ask for..” You looked down at the paper he’s given you a few days prior. “Steve Harrington? He’s supposed to train me.”

“That’d be me!” Steve said, without turning around from the computer. “Give me a sec to type this last thing in here.. Okay, hi! Welcome to-“

Holy shit.

He felt like someone kicked the air out of his lungs with just one look at you. You were easily the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, which surprised him since you were anything but his type. You wore a graphic tee under a loose flannel shirt with ripped, black jeans. But the grundy exterior almost didn’t match that sweet smile and doe eyes gaze that looked back at him. Boy, was he in trouble.

“Family Video?” You offered.

“Mhm,” He nodded, all too aware of just how dry his mouth suddenly felt. “Let me, uh- Could you just wait here for a moment?”

“For sure,” You spoke with ease, making it incredibly evident that he didn’t have nearly the same effect on you. You twirled around gracefully and began looking through the store as he all but tripped over his own feet on the way to the back room.

“Robin!” He whispered as she brought a spoonful of food to her mouth. She furrowed her brows and put the spoon down.

“Are you sick?” She asked, standing up to check his forehead temperature.

“What? No!” He swatted her hand away. “The new girl that Keith told us about? She’s here!”

“Okay, so?”

“So, I need you to come out there with me so that I don’t make a complete fool out of myself!”

“Oh, Steve,” She placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder as if she were about to lend him words of encouragement. “She’s bound to find out you’re an idiot some day.”

“Shut up,” He rolled his eyes. “Come on!”

“But I haven’t finished my food!” She pouted as he dragged her out of the break room. “Besides, since when do you need help- oh… Wow.”

“Y/N, this is our coworker Robin. Robin, Y/N,” Steve said as they approached you. You turned around and smiled.

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you, Robin,” You stuck out your hand.

“The pleasure is all mine,” She shook your hand. “Steve asked me to take charge of training you today-“

“I’m sorry- what?” He blinked.

“Yeah, he’s not feeling too well,” Robin nodded sadly. “He might even have the flu, so I’d keep my distance.”

“I- Hold on. I do not have the flu!”

“-You see that room back there? Go ahead and make yourself at home. I’ll catch up with you in a second and start all of the training videos for you!”

“Okay, thank you,” You chuckled, picking up on their odd energy, and headed that way.

“What the hell, Robin?!” He hissed as soon as you disappeared behind the door.

“I’m just trying to rule out the possibility that she might be gay,” She shrugged. “I’m looking out for you!”

“Oh, is that what you’re doing?“ He scoffed. “Bullshit! You’re trying to see if you have a shot!”

“That too!” She giggled before heading to the training room.

———

It’d been a few weeks since you started working at Family Video. After the initial shock of seeing you for the first time wore off, Steve reverted back to his usual self; sarcastic and playful. Especially around you.

He liked that you could match his wit. He liked that you let him borrow your favorite cassettes and loved the music you introduced him to. He liked your style and that old car you drove to work. But he refused to admit to himself that he might actually like you.

Though normally he would be throwing himself at your feet, he finally scored himself a girlfriend a few weeks before he met you. She was nice, smart, and funny. She was everything he wanted in a girlfriend- that is, until he met you.

“What do you mean you haven’t watched Footloose?!” You gasped, watching as Steve chuckled and shook his head, keeping his gaze on the computer before him. You sat on the counter beside the computer, keeping yourself entertained with conversation on the slow work day.

“It’s girly.”

“So is your hair. What’s your point?”

“Hey!” He got up from his chair. He grabbed the edge of the counter, placing his hands on either side of you and looking into your eyes. “What did I tell you about the hair?”

“It’s off limits when it comes to making jokes,” You rolled your eyes. “Well, then the same applies to Footloose. That’s my new favorite movie. Don’t knock it til you try it!”

“You really think it’s that good?” He tilted his head. You nodded. Oh, god. It was taking every single fiber in his body to fight against the urge to just lean over and kiss that sweet smile off of your face. “If you insist. I’ll pop it on tonight and report back to you tomorrow.”

“You’re going to love it!” You scrunched your nose and grabbed his face, squishing it together so that his lips would pop out. “Even if it is a bit girly.”

He swallowed audibly as his heart sped up to the speed of light. You’ve grabbed his face like that before, but never when your own was only inches away. He made sure to keep his gaze on your eyes, studying then as they studied his squished cheeks with an amused smile. Then they looked down at his lips for a moment, and he saw the fleeting thought behind that warm gaze. Your eyes lingered a little too long, making him smile.

He regretted it the moment he did because he saw you snap out of the trance, blushing as you looked down at your wrist watch.

“Shit, I have to go,” You mumbled, slipping out from under one of his arms. Though he was a bit disheartened by your sudden need to leave, he couldn’t help but admire just how cute you looked with those flushed cheeks.

“Why? You got a hot date, or something?” He joked, leaning back on the counter with crossed arms, watching as you gathered your belongings into your backpack. Your eyes flickered up for a split moment before locking your gaze back on your bag. “Wait, you do, don’t you?”

“I don’t even know if I could call it a date,” You shook your head as you slung the strap of your bag over a shoulder. Even the way you carried your backpack was cute. “My ex wanted to meet up to give me my things back tonight. I was kind of hoping to get dolled up so that..”

So that maybe you could win him back.

You’d told Steve all about this boy; the one who broke your heart into a million pieces when he left you to go to college (and for another woman). In your eyes, he was perfect. He was incredibly tall with baby blue eyes, blond hair and with the smarts to get into an Ivy League school. He was studying to be a criminal defense lawyer. In other words, this boy that you were obviously still in love with was everything Steve wasn’t.

“Never mind. I don’t know why I’m telling you this,” You spoke quickly. “It’s stupid.”

“That you’re thinking about taking that douche bag back? Yeah, maybe a little,” He agreed, earning a scowl. “What? Look, I’m just saying you deserve better.”

You stayed silent for a moment, looking at the floor as you pondered his words.

“You think I shouldn’t go?” You finally asked.

“No. I think you’re better off,” He shrugged. “Tell you what. Robin’s coming in to take my shift later. If you decide against going on that date, you can come over and watch Footloose with me,” He played it cool, as if it weren’t everything his heart was longing for.

“Okay, I’ll think about it,” You smiled softly. “I really do need to go get ready though. Just in case, you know?”

“Yeah, no, I get it,” Steve nodded, watching you grab your keys and wave on your way out.

You definitely weren’t coming to his place that night.

———

Steve took the unboxed the movie and inserted it into his VHS player. He’d had a chaotic afternoon after you left. He realized during the last stretch of his solitary shift that he could no longer keep dragging his girlfriend along when he was so into you. Even if nothing would come of it, which he was almost positive nothing would, he owed his now ex the respect of letting her go.

It didn’t go too well. Turns out she has a killer right hook, one that left it’s mark on his left cheek.

It was almost midnight now. He held out hope until that clock’s arms both pointed to the top number. He’d even showered and gotten ready after he got home, hoping and praying you’d choose him over that blond douchebag. But you would’ve been here by now.

He sighed with disappointment, pressing play on the movie regardless of the fact he’d be watching it without you. Thunder rolled in the distance, and within a few minutes, the town of Hawkins was in a downpour; it seemed like the sky was just as sad as he was.

He got half an hour into the movie when he heard the doorbell ring. His heart sped up at the thought of who it could be, who he wanted it to be. He threw off the blanket and walked to the door, opening it to reveal you.

You didn’t even look like your normal self; you wore a red dress that hugged your body with a black leather jacket and boots to match. Somehow the makeup on your face barely smudged, staying in a perfect smoky eye that made your bloodshot eyes stand out regardless of the fact that you were completely drenched.

“Oh my god! Did you walk here?” He asked, letting you in. You were shivering. “What happened?”

“I told him I didn’t want him back, and that I deserved better so he made me get out of the car. He didn’t even let me grab my things, he just tossed me on the side of the road,” You sniffled. “I’m sorry for showing up so late. I walked for about an hour before I realized that your house was probably closer than mine was so-“

“No, no, don’t apologize! It’s okay,” He shook his head. How could a heart be so broken at the sight of you crying yet so elated that you turned that guy down? “Hey, let’s get you changed into some dry clothes, alright?”

“Okay,” You nodded, following him up to his room. You watched as he fished out a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt before tossing them on the bed with a towel. He turned to leave the room to give you some privacy. “Wait, do you have any makeup remover?”

He chuckled at the question.

“I can go check in my mom’s bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

By the time he returned to his room, you were sitting on his bed with his clothes on. Still be his heart; that must’ve been the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.

“All I could find were these wipes,” He held them out to you. “I hope they’re okay.”

“These are perfect,” You smiled, grabbing one from the package and beginning to rub at your eyes.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked, taking a seat next to you.

“Not much to say,” You shrugged. “We went out to dinner and then the movie. Halfway through the movie, I realized that he was looking at some girl’s ass so I asked him to take me home. Then he told me we should get back together and I told him what you told me. We were in the middle of nowhere when he just stopped the car and told me to walk.”

“Jesus, what a dick,” Steve muttered, making you laugh.

“Right?” You smiled, finally looking up at him. “Did I get it all off of my face?”

“Not even close,” He chuckled at your raccoon eyes. “Here, let me help.”

He grabbed another towelette and got to work as you continued to talk. He placed his left hand on your cheek as his right moved gently across your under eyes.

“I wasn’t crying over him, by the way,” You clarified, looking up to grant him better access. “I was crying because I was lost and I hate thunderstorms. Then I saw your house and cried more because I was relieved.”

He let go of your face to fish out another wipe so you finally got a good look at his face.

“Oh my god,” You whispered as you took in his bruising cheek. “What happened?”

“Long story,” He laughed.

“I got time,” You shrugged.

“Okay, look up for me. I almost got it all,” Steve put two fingers under your chin to lift your face. You did as told. “I broke up with Jen. She didn’t take it very well.”

“That’s gotta be the shortest story I’ve ever heard,” You teased, making him laugh. You looked back at him when he put the wipe down, noticing that his hand lingered on your cheek. You looked into his warm, brown eyes and noticed they were dancing all over your face, as if he were trying to memorize it. “Why’d you break up with her?”

His eyes shot back into yours as a blush crept onto his face.

“I didn’t think it was fair to her that I like someone else more than I ever liked her,” He spoke softly, careful not to scare you the way he did earlier.

“Who do you like, Steve?” You whispered, placing your hand on his knee. He smiled as his thumb began stroking your cheek.

“Who do you think, Y/N?” He finally allowed himself to look at your lips, drinking in the sight of them.

“I’m not gonna let you kiss me until you say it,” You smiled.

“I like you, Y/N,” He glanced up at your eyes before looking back at your lips.

“I like you too, Steve.”

You both smiled softly before leaning in and gently pressing your lips together. Your lips were cold from the rain but so soft. His lips pressed into yours with a light desire, breathing you in as your fingers slowly made their way up to his shoulder.

His heart stopped on the spot when your hand snaked around his neck, into his hair before you pulled him in to deepen the kiss. You wanted him just as badly as he wanted you.

“Did you end up watching Footloose?” You asked curiously as you pulled away, he laughed.

“You really want me to watch that movie, huh?” He smiled, touching your lips with his thumb. “I started it right before you showed up. It’s still playing if you wanna go watch it together.”

“Really?” You grinned with excitement. As badly as he wanted to keep kissing you, he couldn’t turn you down when you looked at him like that.

“I’ll make us some popcorn,” He groaned, throwing himself on the bed. You smiled, leaning down to press a few kisses on his jaw as a thank you. “Okay, if you wanna watch the movie then you definitely can’t do that.”

“Sorry,” You giggled, pulling away to give him a peck on the lips. “I’ll save it for later.”

“Can it be later already?” He whined as he watched you stand up.

“Come on! I want some popcorn,” You said, disappearing into the hallway. He laid there for a few more second with a goofy grin on his face before heading down to make you a bowl of popcorn.

You continued to pepper kisses on his neck and chest until he finally caved in and made out with you for the remainder of the film. Needless to say, he couldn’t tell you what the hell that movie was about but it was his new favorite too.

He was head over heels for you.

@fixtionlover :)

[sgcairo]

Do u think prime has moments of weakness where he tells babyttore to leave him? Like I’m not capable of taking care of you. I cannot love something without breaking it. And I don’t want to break you so leave- moments? If so how does pantalone and babyttore responds to it?

There was one moment, a single one, that this occurred.

To set the scene, it was a rather somber night, after some heavy news surrounding the Harbingers. Pulcinella had fallen ill, and it was not looking good for his recovery. The Doctor had tried everything he could, but the only solution was hope and time, with no guarantee that Pulcinella would pull through. Of course, Pulcinella is like a father to many of the Harbingers, so they were understandably upset, especially young Tartaglia, who was always closest to the Rooster.

To others, he was a friend or reliable comrade, which made the news even more disheartening.

Dottore leaves his patient in a bad mood, understandably drained but also somewhat upset himself. While he was never particularly favored by Pulcinella, he sees an unnerving similarity in Tartaglia and Babytorre, and his mind spirals a bit, thinking that he will have to do the same act all over again someday.

Pantalone's body was never the most physically apt of the Harbingers. In fact, he was more susceptible than most to the cold, being from Liyue, not to mention that his vitals have always been low due to lack of eating appropriately or a lack in self care. Dottore mentioned it to him several times, Pantalone disregarded it. While the man papers himself with riches, he can't be bothered to take a break once and a while. It's clear that the stress is effecting him, but Pantalone refuses to recognize it.

It's understandable that the Doctor's mind would stray to such a dramatic conclusion.

Which leads to one horrible conclusion after the next, to the point that the Doctor breaks completely.

He goes to Pantalone's office: It's oddly comforting, to be surrounded by things that the Regrator treasures. Pantalone isn't in the immediate area, but Lyev and Babytorre are sitting by the fireplace, books and drawings surrounding them. He orders Lyev out- Sandrone's bots are helpful and masterfully crafted, but there's no need of him.

And so Dottore picks up Babytorre gently and they sit for a while. Babytorre is intently aware that something's wrong, but he stays in silence.

Then Dottore starts talking.

What if he dies? What if he can't take care of you anymore? I can't be left alone with you, I can't be what he is. Even now, you cling to me. But why? I can't give you anything, I already broke you once. And yet you still come back.

Though not all this is true, the Doctor does not think in sensible ways. He just keeps talking, until his voice is hoarse and shaky. Babytorre doesn't understand, but he gently pats Dottore's arm comfortingly.

When Pantalone returns, he finds Lyev gone and Dottore with Babytorre, both asleep on the couch. He doesn't ask, but he knows that the Doctor has had a less than pleasant day, so he simply sits down and leans against the Doctor's shoulder, and eventually falls asleep himself.

Dottore wakes up later to find that he's been surrounded, but finds that he doesn't mind it all that much. It's nice, having people willing to touch him and stay.

Pulcinella does recover, and somewhat quickly, much to everyone's relief. But Dottore still worries. He has to convince Pantalone to take better care of himself. That future cannot happen.

[tojikai]

Alright, but if Y/N is indeed pregnant, could you let her keep the baby? I saw the “mentions of abortion” tw but like please, I want her to keep it. I don’t even care if she doesn’t get back with Satoru in the end. I don’t know but I’m always so soft for babies.

So, I see that some people have this very visceral reaction to Y/N in this chapter, and guess what? I want to defend her like those K-Pop stans. I don’t care about changing their feelings about her but I just want to let them KNOW.

Y/N has made a mistake, a single one, and it makes her no different from Rie, the other woman, but seriously, Y/N is still far more dignified than Rie can ever be. Both committed a mistake. And then what? Rie decided to continue to live in La La Land and created more fuckery while Y/N did everything she could to not do anything wrong again. Y/N immediately told the truth to Suguru and Shoko while Rie and Satoru knew the truth but kept it a secret to save face or whatever tf. After the cheating, Y/N was firm with Satoru about not getting back together with him while Rie went ahead and accepted Satoru’s advances despite feeling guilty.

I saw someone say Y/N is bad at decision-making. LIKE WHERE??? Unlike Rie, Y/N made all the right decisions for someone in her position. They are a foil to each other and the entire series shows how different they are as a person by showing what they decided to do after making a mistake. Like are you being serious with me now? But I don’t know, maybe you read this series with your eyes close or smth, and you simply refuse to see that. Rie and Y/N are the “same” in this situation but overall, as a person, they are not.

LOL, alright, sorry for going off like that, I’m Y/N's biggest fan as you can tell. She’s not me, she’s my precious baby 🥺.

All in all, thank you, Kai, for this chapter! Oh man, this series is going to end soon. What a ride it is! I can’t wait to see how this will end. I actually can’t believe that you just started writing when you created this blog. You’re so good??? Coincidentally, I was an English Major too LOL and I wish I was as talented as you. Once again, really enjoy this update. Looking forward to the next and have a nice weekend, okay? <3 (2/2)

you know what, YOU'RE HEAVEN SENT. im so glad u pointed that out bc there's an ask in my inbox that seems to be downplaying rie's actions yet enraged by what happened between yn and satoru. i cannot bring myself to post it bc it stressed me a bit LMAO, it's like they just skimmed through every chapter and paragraphs. like they didn't pay attention to the contexts and hints that i put it in there. i mean we all know what yn did was wrong, i am not justifying it and that is why yn's facing the consequences now. yn acknowledges it and is doing everything not to do it again, unlike rie who stood tall and straight despite knowing that her new rs is a product of betrayal. i just … dont get what they're fighting for. really.😭 LMAO and im glad u mentioned this bc i was having a really hard time thinking where i lacked explaining in the story. i understand that there are still things which are unclear right now. but that's why we still got 2 more chapters left😭

anywayssss, omg as usual, that was an amazing read !! 2 more weeks and this series is over 😭 this is the longest one i've written yet. and yeah i started writing on april 19, wrote home and posted it on the same night😂thank you so so much and omg you're an english major too !! im sure you can write fics as well, u just have to start !! your reviews and analyses are GOLD, never fails to amaze me how you always get all the points that im trying to get across in the story. im grateful for all of them and for your support, you're amazing, thank you sooooo much !! <33 i hope you're doing great~

[localvoidcat]

HEHHEHEHEEJEJ OKOK!!!!

So, for a while before alt Cesar is given the new name Brutus he just simply .. hangs around the Torres household. Spends all his time crying, screaming and cursing god and Gabriel in the backyard, or sleeping. Just having a grand old time </3

Now, I wanna write something to more properly explore the relationship and dynamic these two have but FOR NOW u get this. Sarah runs into him someday, and they understandably do not get along. Sarah tries to kill him and really really wants to hate him, but very quickly catches on that oh.. this guy is just as sad and broken as I am. She sits down across a room from him for a few days, coming back everyday to talk to him. He tells her all he knows, his turmoil at not know what he really is, how he has only been truly alive for such a short time, how sorry he is for what he's done and how much it hurts...

And Sarah cannot find it in her to hate him, and at first in enrages her to no end... But then she finds acceptance in it.. because she lost her brother and his Best friend but.. maybe this is something of another chance. He's not Cesar, but he's not an alternate either. She takes a few days to mull over her thoughts, and eventually she comes back and asks alt Cesar to come and stay with her at her apartment.

Asks him to move on with her, so they can both help the other find peace... Be happy again. Be family.

Alt Cesar is very shocked and refuses at first because he wants Sarah to hate him. She sits with him and talks, and eventually she comes to the conclusion he needs a new name. I'm just gonna...

"how about Brutus..?" Sarah's soft voice called out, the familiarly faced man lifted his head up to peak at her. He was currently sitting with his head between his legs, arms wrapped around them. Like most times when she saw him, he was crying, and his form was less... Stable.

His one visible eye sparkled with curiosity at her,

"why.. that name..?" He softly asked, and Sarah flushed as she glanced away.

"well, I mean.. it's not like you know world history or anything and I uh, guess this is kinda dumb but.." she trailed off, and he tilted her head even further to the side. He looked like a dog, she noted fondly,

"this guy, Brutus, he uh, went against someone he knew as family because he believed it was the right thing. I don't really.. know your situation with this Gabriel character but it.. sort of reminded me of that?" Sarah paused, watching as he stared at her, one eye wide. She flushed and covered her face in embarrassment,

"god that sounds so dumb, you don't have to go with that we can come up with other ideas-"

"I like it." The soft voice cut her off, Sarah only able to hear it because of how quiet the Torres household was. She blinked in shock for a moment, before smiling.

"well, ok then, Brutus," she stood up, holding her hand out to the crying creature across from her,

"let's get out of here, yeah?" He stared for a moment, sniffing and wiping his eye with his suits sleeve.

Brutus took her hand, and let her lift him up. For once, he smiled.

ARUGJHRGUH I LOVD THIS....BRUTUS SARAH FRIENDSHIP!!!!!! i want to draw him soon this is so so amazing

[solomonish]

selfless (to a fault?) [nowdateables]

CW: allusions to past toxic relationships.

brothers here!

Diavolo

So. Diavolo might not notice right away. It’s not ignorance! He’s just very busy, and public appearances are important to keep up, so one of the ways he keeps up with you happens to be exactly what you have trouble accepting. Large bouquets sent to the House of Lamentation when you’re there, a word sent out to any of his staff out where you may be to make your life easier however possible (Mammon tries to tag along with you all the time, hoping to hear the magic words: “His highness has graciously waived the fee for all exchange students’ purchases today!”) - and he’s not even there to see the way your smile looks a little more like a grimace, or the way you stare uncomfortably at the little gift.

He seems to love that you are so willing to try and help him out - even if there isn’t much you can do, since he handles a lot of sensitive documents and information. But, considering he’s so lonely, when it comes to reciprocating he sort of follows your lead?

He knows, on a surface level, how to be in a relationship, but considering you’re a human AND he doesn’t have a lot of interpersonal relationships for practice...he sort of follows your lead, and hopes your way of giving love is the same as your way of receiving.

You’ll have to bring it up to him, which is a nerve-wracking experience on its own, eased only by the fact that you know Diavolo has done his best to make sure you KNOW you can bring up any issues you have. He is very good at opening his ears to you and helping you problem solve, and when dealing with the things he cares about (yes, YOU) he is very direct about problem solving.

The moment you stand before him, Diavolo notices the way you fidget with your hands and almost refuse to look at him directly. He immediately stops what he’s doing, putting everything down and turning in his seat. If he’s at his desk, he gestures for you to come to his side and asks you directly - “What’s wrong?”

It seems terrible to directly accuse the prince of wanting to manipulate you, so instead you ask, “What did you want in exchange for those gifts?” And for a moment, he does not know what you are talking about. First of all, WHICH gifts, there’s so many, and secondly did he come across as wanting something in return other than your happiness?

No matter what he was doing before, he will set aside all of the time he needs to at least start to communicate to you that he has no ulterior motives with his gifts to you. If you’d like him to stop with such blatant displays of affection, he will, but it’s more important to him that you know he is only trying to communicate how he feels when he cannot do it directly.

Barbatos

This is a relationship where you might have to bring it up before you even start dating. Either that or he WILL get a hint before then. He’s a butler! Not only is he normally serving other people, he is a master at standing in the back and watching people. He notices the way you awkwardly hold your tea cup after he gives it to you, or decline anything that he offers you when given the chance. It just comes up by nature of who he is.

Before he is interested in pursuing a relationship, he simply brushes it off as the unfamiliarity of having someone wait on you. Perhaps you’re particularly independent, or you just never really are in a situation where someone waits on you like he does. Either way, it isn’t really much of his business.

But...it is very obvious in a relationship. He just...defaults to helping others. Sure, he knows how to separate work and his personal life (though, to be fair, there is not much of a “personal life” there with how much time work takes up, so maybe that needs to be revisited. some day...) but even with that separation he enjoys providing solutions for people and helping out. It brings him joy to help make your life a little easier if he can help, and it’s something he’s good at.

Still, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, and he definitely doesn’t want to make you think that he’s treating you the way he treats people as a job. If he wanted to, he could most likely peer into different timelines or even into your past, try to figure out what’s bothering you...but he knows better than to creep into places you haven’t explicitly told him you want him. Besides, communication is important, and this seems a prime opportunity to put that to use.

So he asks you one day when you visit him at the castle, after he notices your hesitation to respond to him when he offers to help you with something you were complaining about. “Why does it make you uncomfortable when I offer my assistance to you?”

You freeze for a moment. “Wouldn’t you be able to find that out on your own?” “Would you like me to?” “...no, not really.”

He isn’t one to press you for information, or to ask a thousand times if you know he’d never use any of his attempts to make your life in the Devildom easier against you. Barbatos will listen to what you have to say intently and do his best to mesh to what you think you’re most comfortable with. He does intend to help you accept help as much as he can, but it’ll be so subtle you’ll hardly even notice. With the little amount of time he already gets with you, he’s already practiced in making the most of it - what’s one more little task to the greatest butler in all the realms?

Solomon

See, this is a relationship that doesn’t necessarily depend on the whole “acts of kindness” thing. (Like, it does to the same degree any relationship does, but considering I think you’d both be pretty independent people and the helping each other aspect normally comes from things you’re doing together anyway. If that makes sense.)

Still, he does notice how...surprised you look when he surprises you with a flashy spell he learned, or when he hears you complaining about your course load or Lucifer’s expectations for you. You decline every single offer he gives you to help, and you never look as happy as he hopes you will when he shows you his spells. (Depending on what stage you are at in the relationship, how is he supposed to impress you if you never want him to do things for you !!!)

However, he is accustomed to holding information close to his chest, and he isn’t always the best at asking about people’s emotions. So, even though sometimes you jump at the opportunity to help him collect ingredients for potions or find one book in massive libraries or craft things for enchantments and spells but you REFUSE to let him help you study for a class he could pass without even listening to one of the lectures, he silently suffers and hopes you’ll breach the subject on your own.

Which you do. Kinda. He’s trying to convince you to let him help you with paying back the debts of one of Mammon’s schemes he dragged you into - figuring two bodies on the job will get it done faster and, in turn, he can have more time with you later - but he makes the mistake of rationalizing it with, “Well, since you help me out so much, maybe I could-”

“Don’t! Don’t...say that. We don’t owe each other anything.” You give him a tight smile that’s OBVIOUSLY fake. “I help you because I want to.”

“And I want to help you. Why won’t you let me? What’s up?”

The conversation is...uncomfortable. Solomon isn’t the best at handling vulnerability. But he doesn’t judge you for a second, and he gets the fear that you have in the back of your mind. Especially since people keep telling you not to trust him and that he’s shady...this relationship is pretty dependent on a thorough trust between the two of you. But he doesn’t mind proving himself a little more, so long as you’ll be gracious enough to give him a chance.

Simeon

Simeon is really good at vibing out somebody’s boundaries and comforts. Call it angelic intuition, but he also has a feeling about you that makes a little too much sense when he notices how you shy away from any offers of assistance.

A little thinking, and suddenly the way you stretch yourself thing to help the brothers at any moment makes a lot of sense too. (And, of course, he is pleased to know everyone considers everyone to be family. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t two main causes!)

Angels naturally want to ease the strife of the humans they come across, and even though Simeon knows that it might make you uncomfortable, he finds himself unknowingly putting you in awkward positions with how often he reaches out to make your life easier.

Bringing you homework that you missed, being your escort when the brothers are busy, buying you lunch just because - he’s a bit of a sweetheart and it’s in his blood to do these things, and he only remembers how it hurts you when you uncomfortably shift before taking the only option he’s given you - accept what you don’t want.

He sits you down one day, letting you know it’s bound to be a healing conversation between the two of you. Fortunately, he has a knack for making you feel comfortable and safe, so he has a slightly easier time getting you to pen up to him.

The moment you even hint at him having ulterior motives, you feel stupid. Even when he assures you that it’s alright, saying it out in the open feels...wrong. That doesn’t shake the feeling or ease your fears, but it does make addressing things a bit easier.

Simeon has no problem helping to draft a plan for re-affirming your trust in genuine love and kindness. He also inserts himself directly into the plans - what, you thought he wouldn’t? Simeon will remind you what it feels like to be cared for with no expectation of return. don’t get him wrong though, he’ll take a lil kiss or something if u want...

Luke

You can’t say no to him. Unfortunately, he bakes a LOT and he is all too eager to be your personal guard dog guardian angel.

When you do decide to let him know why you look so uncomfortable when he tries to do something for you (giving him an abridged version, of course) - and he, in all his energy, does not seem to get the hint to STOP ASKING - you can see him literally just chill out. One minute he’s vibrating with pure energy and the next he’s just. Still.

He half wants to get indignant on you, but he knows that’s not a good response. Instead he just sort of stands there, watching you for a minute, until he blurts out with zero grace - “What would I even have to do that for??”

He realizes it’s a terrible response the moment it comes out of his mouth, but you seem to be okay with it if your awkward chuckle is anything to go with. Luke starts pouting just a little bit, more upset with himself that he’s completely failing at handling this situation. “I’m just nice to you because you’re nice and you deserve it. There’s nothing else to it.”

He’s a sweet boy, and he doesn’t wanna lose his favorite taste-tester. He’s got the spirit.

[genshin-impacted]

gift giving // Diluc x Reader

notes: first-person POV, gender-neutral reader, you have a best friend, diluc is lowkey a sugar-daddy; very different format from my usual writing (no capitalization); I assure you I know how to capitalize but not in this fic

wc: ~1300

insp.

diluc offers me something small at first; a trinket that reminds him of me and i feel endeared because he thought of me. and he keeps giving me gifts, sometimes by hand and others via delivery. and each one grows more expensive than the other. it goes from a simple hair tie to a pearled broach to diamond inlaid slippers, all delivered on our shared doorstep with nothing but his name as the sender.

i don't know what to think. i was flattered by his attention and now i'm confused on what this all means when he has yet to talk to me about anything. and without talking to me, i don't know his intentions and it's hard not to think about ulterior motives even if its someone like diluc.

back when this first started, i brought up gift reciprocity but its so hard to buy something for him when he can buy anything u can get for him. he seems to be surprised at first that i even offered, like that didn't even come to mind that i would get him smth that reminds me of him. he says i don't need to, and asks me how i like the hair tie i'm wearing that he gifted. my response only encourages his behavior, his feelings for me (and for me adorning his gifts) only growing.

but now with gifts far too pricey, there's just no way i can buy anything of equal value, and that makes me uncomfortable because it makes me feel like i might have to offer smth else in return. (diluc doesn't expect anything back at all; he truly just wants to shower his person of affection with riches he never really cared for but now that he can buy something for someone he cares about it's a little addicting.)

i address this issue with my best friend and they meet diluc when he walks to the doorway to drop something off for me-- something more modest, thank god, they think, but they have to ask anyway. "diluc, why don't you deliver these in person?" not the exact question they want to ask but they figure they can build up to it.

"i don't always come at the most convenient of times," he points out. "i don't think many are awake at dawn or in the dead of night."

"you'd be surprised," they say. "we're usually awake at night so you should try coming then." instead of leaving things in the doorway, they want to add.

diluc blinks and the grip on his gift tightens. "visiting someone so late at night, well-" and to their surprise, his cheeks redden, as though he's more embarrassed by the notion of visiting someone he's sweet on after dusk than his rather conspicuous and abundant spoiling with material goods. they never chalked master diluc up as an ostentatious man, and now you think maybe he doesn't realize how his actions may look if that's the reaction you get for suggesting something relatively harmless like a visit (late or not).

"i think they would like it a lot if u hand-delivered your gifts at least," they say, getting into the crux of the problem. when he shifts, they quickly suggest, "or maybe leave a letter saying... anything? it would be nice for her to hear from you i think."

my best friend will have to profusely refuse a thank-you gift for your advice, but they receive a gift in tow anyways despite their best efforts. (having your best friend being doted on by the richest bachelor in town had its perks after all.)

letters come with the gifts. (and i must have talked to him about the luxury items because they are less costly now, though some of them still peak with price.) my best friend come back home to see me rereading and pouring over the letters he wrote me. he writes formally, his words more like a medieval lord than anything he's done so far, and it is not difficult to swoon over the subtle way he shares his day with me and read what i hope is his feelings for me in-between the lines

gifts are not my love language. i fumble with gift giving when it comes to the way diluc can spoil me, and i can never win against him (not as though i can lose either). but i try my best to create something for him before i can go and ask for his time, which i find invaluable above all else.

it is a mini project i undertake, making two albums for him and me. one to keep all his letters and flowers pressed into the pages and the other for pictures of the past, present, and hopefully future.

on days i meet up with him, i always purposely wear something he has given me. his attention on me is always rapt, his red eyes trailing after me like i'm the most captivating thing in mondstadt, and it makes me feel small and big all at once-- shy and confident. for this one, i wear the hair tie he's given me and deliver the gift.

he is speechless. (i assume he likes it.)

then i let myself explain how i feel about the gifts. "what do you think of me?" i ask. "i want to know for sure so i can make sense of the gifts."

"make sense?" he echoes.

"yeah. i love my friends and i would love to gift them all types of things, and you're doing the same thing but... i want to know in what way. is it the same way or is it different?" i continue. "you... like seeing me in the things you buy for me right? in what way?"

"i want to spoil you," diluc says simply. "is that strange?" he reaches out to my hair, tied up in that hairtie of his, and i cannot look at him in the eyes.

"in what way?" i ask again and dare to glance back up.

he breathes out slowly. "in any way you want."

i squeeze my hands, urging me to be brave. "in that case, would you go on a date with me then? for dinner?" you pause. "I'm paying." when he intends to protest, i quickly rebut, "i need to share in the costs or i'll go insane, diluc, please. or tell me at least how i can-"

"dinner," diluc says, and i marvel at the way he blushes, “that would be..."

"good?" i supply playfully.

"...more than good," he finishes. the small smile he gives me relaxes me immediately.

"i cant be bought," i say to him quietly.

"i know." he says, "that was never my intention."

"i need you to let me know how to spoil you too."

"you already are," diluc says, eyes flickering to the hairtie, and when he lifts my sleeve up just enough to see the bracelet he gave me also, his gaze lingers on my wrist.

i flush under his undivided attention; i always do. "i- that cant be all," i stammer nervously, the poise i came with to confront him out the window when i feel his gloved fingers press against the tender part of my pulse.

"we can think of other ways," he says, and his eyes are intense as always. i feel myself burn in his gaze. "always in your comfort. always."

"okay," i say, small, but in a good way, like he always makes me feel whenever he looks at me as though there can be no one else like me. it makes my head light. "I'm looking forward to it," i say, and he looks at me curiously, "to spoiling each other.”

"me too," he says, and he means it, just as much as each gift meant something when given to me-- that i can understand now.

[romelle]

Your hc's are amazing and I keep going back and rereading them alskdjsk do u have any personal favorites? For anyone? Youre just really funny and I love seeing your posts!!

!! that makes me so happy to hear <3 i don't really have any favourites, but since i’m in certain type of a mood, here's some pining lance 😖🌈 ☄👨🏽‍🚀

back at the garrison, shiro would always tell keith that he needs to branch out. keith impulsively decides to deal with this by just saying something to that one cute guy who keeps staring at him, and then being done with it

keith, smiling as he gets out of the simulator: good luck trying to beat my score

lance, who is not at all prepared to deal with the fact that he found that attractive: he thinks he's just SO much better than me, huh? i bet he's trying to intimidate me into crashing. i bet he wants to make me look stupid. well not gonna happen! i'm gonna beat this guy so hard

keith, oblivious: i think that went well. enough branching out for the month.

in the end, lance is so riled up that he does, in fact, crash. thus, the epic (one-sided) rivalry is born.

keith, after the bonding moment: i really thought something would change, but then he said he doesn't even remember

hunk, who has already had a hauntingly similar conversation with lance after they rescued shiro: ah, yes. in the field, we call this a mutual pining slow burn.

as soon as keith does anything even remotely cool lance just. stops working. out of rage, though, of course! how dare keith one-up him

keith: (slides down to expertly avoid the training bot’s blow, jumps back up onto his feet, and slices its head off)

lance: quit showing off, keith!

lance: ...also, entirely unrelated, but can we maybe end the training sequence? i need to sit down, stat.

the night after the lion switch he wakes up at 3am in cold sweat and goes knocking at hunk's door because "oh shit, oh fuck. wake up man. i'm the future mr. red lion. no wait don’t throw me out, this is serious stuff!"

keith, still in his black undersuit, hair dishevelled: good work today, team. everyone feeling alright?

pidge: actually, i think that lance is having some breathing issues

hunk: oh, yeah, it looks pretty bad. keith, as the leader, maybe you should give him a mouth to mouth? just in case

lance: you're both getting your BFF keychains confiscated

keith tries to help him get the hang of his new sword, except lance simply cannot! focus! with keith standing so close to him! the deadly altean broadsword itself is fine, but keith might actually be the end of him

keith, breath warm against lance's neck, not even trying to do anything: think you got it?

lance:

lance: i didn't get a single thing, actually. explain more.

for some reason, which he refuses to explore, lance is ITCHING to see what keith would look like in his jacket. except, you can't exactly just ask your bro to wear your clothes, can you? he has to be sneaky about it

lance, rambling: you know what'd be, like, sooo funny? if you wore my jacket. because...uh. because you're just so short! super short. yeah. haha. i bet it'd look so stupid on you. i bet it'd be huge

keith: ....you're barely two inches taller than me

lance: do you want it or not

keith, already slipping his own jacket off: i don't even care. hand it over

lance talks big game, but the second he catches real feelings it's panic mode time

it probably isn't even that big of a deal, though, right? so what if he thinks keith is moderately attractive and mildly fun to be around! it's not like he wants to run his fingers through his hair while they look at the stars and talk about whatever, or anything. or like he wants to kiss the back of his neck. or hold his stupid hand. or-

also, listen. lance might be handsome, charming, suave and loved by grandmas across the universe, but whenever people actually flirt back with him his primary reaction is (surprised pikachu face)

lance: watch your mouth, mullet

keith: and what if i want to watch yours instead?

lance:

lance: not gonna lie, that's not how this conversation went when i practiced it in the mirror. i am at loss here

shiro and hunk have weekly meetings (read as: support groups) to compile all the details of keith and lance’s respective venting sessions. the general consensus is that once those two finally get their shit together, their hypothetical best men's wedding speeches are going to be a riot

[seita]

some coping mechanism are wrong and do need to be discussed or changed!! neurodivergency doesn’t give u an excuse to hurt or trigger others!! coping mechanisms don’t exist in vaccums... and you and ur followers are harming real people by saying such

i was going to ignore most everything i got on the subject because quite frankly i'm over it. every opposing take either doesn't make sense, is completely ignorant, or is just plain stupid.

this one? is just idiocy.

so i'm gonna take the time to explain some things to you.

i cannot begun to express the ignorance and privilege that is seeped into every single word of this ask. i am actually baffled that you genuinely thought that this was, in any way shape or form, okay. or that you even thought this was a hot take at all.

you do not have any jurisdiction or power to tell other people that the way they cope is wrong. that is so beyond disgusting.

do you know why people choose to write dark content to cope?

a few reasons that range from: gives power/comfort over their trauma to lets them release emotions that otherwise have no outlet.

beyond that is that some people don’t have the resources or support system needed to cope in other ways. all they may have is a pen and paper or a laptop. they may not live in a home where they were believed, they may still be trapped with their abuser, or they may just plain not be able to afford therapy.

but do you know what the fun thing is? plenty of these people who choose to cope in this way are advised by their therapists to do it. like myself.

i used to write in little notebooks as a child -- really dark, foul shit and i didn’t understand why i did it. i talked to my therapist and i was told it’s a great outlet! i have to say writing is probably one of the top reasons i managed to get to the space i am in today.

when i learned the wonders of the internet growing up, i also sought out to READ the content. of course, it was very hard to find because of people like you who do nothing but shame it simply because of the real world values the crimes possess and for some reason refuse to see it in a fictional, helpful way.

it’s a very real and very valid coping mechanism: both reading and writing are incredibly beneficial.

this outlet also helps people just the same as it can hurt people. i don’t know who or what you think you’re doing but survivors who are triggered by the content of a darker nature WILL NOT CLICK ON IT TO READ IT. why are you acting like survivors and victims are brainless, mindless idiots who will read something clearly labeled with their triggers as if there’s some invisible force dictating them too?

and who are you? a highschool student? a college student? a therapist? what right gives you, a random person on the internet, to dictate something that has been ADVISED and PROVEN to help with coping to trauma to deem it wrong?

im gonna go ahead and say your morality. nothing beyond that.

you see dark content as just disgusting porn fucked up people jerk off to but it’s beyond that. and very obviously something you do not understand and most likely refuse to understand.

you think because you think something is wrong that it should be wrong all around. you don’t like it so it shouldn’t be done.

i hate to break it to you but the real world isn’t going to cater to you. i sure as fuck won’t. i’m not in charge of making you feel happy or content on the internet. if you log on to your computer and expect people to babysit you and make you feel comforted and safe -- you’re doing the internet wrong.

you only choose to see the negative side to this. you see that people can be triggered or hurt by this content and that’s valid. people can and will be. but there’s also a HUGE number that people like you choose to ignore and invalidate under the guise of protecting survivors only to hurt them at the same time. it doesn’t make sense.

you’re not trying to advocate and protect people -- you’re trying to make the fandom and content match up to your puritan ideals and fantasies. the world isn’t like that. people are always going to do things you don’t like and have opposing opinions on things. stop trying to act like you’re doing this for the greater good -- a martyr, hero complex isn’t a cute look and we can see exactly what you’re doing.

i don’t understand why it’s so hard to accept that dark content does not have as big of a negative impact as you think it does.

i also don’t understand how other survivors can see what people like me do and tell us we’re wrong. i don’t go out of my way to shame you and say “oh you don’t like dark content? weird.” i mind my own fucking business and stay away from blogs that don’t want to interact with dark content writers.

i am respectful always. i never attack people for having opposing opinions. i never attack people personally. people who write dark content don’t do that shit.

you know who does?

your side.

you know what someone said to me in an effort to shame me and bully me for writing what i write? they called my writing shit -- the thing i use to cope and help other cope. i’ve never gone on anon or off anon and told someone their writing was shit.

i also had someone ask me why i think being a victim made me special. i’m gonna let you sit and figure out exactly what is wrong with that question.

those are the types of people you’re enabling and encouraging. if you people just left dark writers alone we wouldn’t hurt anyone. you all preach this shit about how dark content is SOOOOO easily availble anyone can read it. that is false. the only way to find dark content is to ALREADY BE ASSOCIATING WITH PEOPLE WHO CREATE OR CONSUME DARK CONTENT. it’s not tagged in the main tags. it will not show up in your orbit or be blasted on your page because someone posted it.

and then you people say “oh minors will be convinced it’s okay!!!” no. minors aren’t as stupid as you seem to think they are. they fully know and understand exactly what they’re getting into. they see the word rape and know in real life THAT’S BAD.

you don’t want a slasher film and think  “oh wow look at him killin all those people but not getting caught I COULD DO THAT TOO!!!!” no. you don’t. because you know it’s wrong.

y’all are so high up on you moral horse that you think everyone around you is fucking stupid and has no common sense.

if someone thinks what they read in fiction makes it okay in real life, there was already something wrong with them to begin with.

but no, you’ll pull out anything on earth to try and get your point across. from secondhand trauma to it just being offensive.

and i hate to be the one to tell you this but...all this crusading is doing basically nothing in the long run. you know what happened yesterday from being called out? i lost 9 followers.

and then i gained 20. and now im only 100 away from 16,000.

what did all of this achieve? what does any of this even do?

whenever you people do this what exactly is it you want? do you expect us to just...stop...because you don’t like it? are you really so self-centered and self-righteous that you think you’re THAT important. do you really believe your opinion and voice is the loudest and most important to consider?

because it really isn’t.

just as you’re sitting here telling me you’re wanting to protect people -- i’m wanting to help people. do you know how many people i’ve had thank me for making them feel better about their owwn fantasies that they’d previously been ashamed of because they’re a victim? or how many people thank me for providing the content they rely on to cope?

i’m gonna go ahead and say those are the people i want to help. those are the people i care about. and i don’t know what it’s gonna take for you people to understand that i will not stop until i DECIDE to.

this is the internet. none of your opinions or words have any long-lasting, realistic effect on me, my person, or my life. i could delete my blog and in a month nothing any of you have said to me over this course of time will have impacted me in the long term. of course, other people are more sensitive and can get hurt by this discourse.

but i don’t. i’m a lot more stubborn and thick-skinned than you people may seem to realize.

your words will continue to go in one ear and out the other. i know where i stand. i know where i want to remain.

your morality nor your opinions are blanket rules that everyone should abide by. get some perspective and learn your place in the world before speaking on things you clearly cannot understand.