#what follows is super off topic (but reasonably interesting)

[i-cant-sing]

Pls Yan batfam with Teenager Reader who Loved Reading and ist evry night in the libary

Damian hates it, because he's a disciplinarian who follows a strict schedule and you're his favourite sibling so he extension, you should also follow his schedule. Chews your ear off about staying up late to read books, telling you that you need to be in touch with reality rather than spending hours in fiction. And if he's particularly mad at you (like u gave Jason more attention than him), then he will give you a major spoiler and ruin the whole thing for you. And of course after he will have the nerve to be mad at you when you give him the silent treatment because you're mad af him. How dare you????

Tim gets it. He gets wanting to be a night owl and wanting to spend some time alone. Does he leave you alone though? No. He'll be there with you in the library where he's researching on his laptop for some mission, not directly bothering you but he'd get up to bring you some coffee too. Maybe a chocolate bar if he's feeling extra affectionate. Unbeknownst to you, Tim is looking through your web history (he's tapped in ur phone) but not for some creepy reason! He just wants to see what genre you're interested in so that he could order more books for you. And also read your texts.

Dick is conflicted. On one hand, he wants you to enjoy reading; it's a good healthy habit and you should read because it'll broaden your mind and widen your horizon and blah blah blah he is concerned because he wants you to have a healthy sleeping schedule and not lose your eyesight because of how long you keep your nose stuck in a book. Alright, come on now, time for daily naps and oh oh-! Have some milk before you wander off to the library that is totally not spiked with melatonin gummies. Okay, you can read the books if you cuddle with Dick and tell him about the stuff you read and general thoughts in your mind that he hasn't found the technology to hack into🥰

Jason is not at the manor often but when he is, he usually comes at night and he's always baffled at you still being up and about, reading in the library. Doesn't matter if you're reading for school, for fun or for a mission (which he absolutely condemns u from taking part in), he is throwing you over his shoulder and dragging you back to bed. Night is for sleep! And you are at an age (u could be an adult, it doesn't matter to him) where u need beauty sleep. He is standing by your bed, glaring at you until you fall asleep and once you do, his eyes soften and he pecks your hairline before leaving. Sometimes when you're telling him about the book you read, he'd pretend he's bored and not listening, but you could randomly quiz him any day and he'd remember it down to the fine details. He really does cherish these moments with you, even the ones where you're being a total mega nerd (he has actually seen your book list and has tracked down the author to sign the super limited edition of your book, on gun point ofc)

Bruce doesn't mind you staying late at the library to read, sure he'll lightly mention you to catch up on your sleep, but he wouldn't exactly force your bedtime. Honestly, he enjoys it watching you read, be it when he's working on something in the library or watching you from the hidden cameras in the manor, your concentrated face looks absolutely adorable. Also someone who enjoys listening to you ramble on about your book, and he definitely quizzes you on the topic, and adds in some tidbits from his own research. Might make you do a paper/PowerPoint if you're up for it. Definitely reads the same books you read, np matter the genre and his dislike for it, he wants to be close to you🥺🥺🥺

[firemenenthusiast]

hi hi! I wanna say I love your writing and love that you’re on the Archie train rn - I do have a lil request so I know most people think Farleigh is like submissive but I would love one where he’s like super dominant and for smut he’s like basically leaves you crying from overstimulation and makes you come a lot but like in a fun way not necessarily toxic (which isn’t bad either but yeah) (((: idk I feel like he’s a switch and could be both dominant and submissive

oh my god dom!farleigh finally out ! thank you so so SO very much anon for being so patient with me and i am incredibly sorry for making you wait this long :’(

—“casual”

dom!farleigh x fem!reader

summary: there’s a reason why you should never talk about farleigh behind his back

warning: 18+, smut, pwp, unprotected sex, rough sex (dom!farleigh), brat tamer! farleigh, free use, degradation kink, farleigh and reader sounds like fuckbuddies, cunnilingus, slapping, name calling (slut & whore) (sorry) (not sorry), praise kink, petnames (baby, sweetheart & doll) oral fixation, face-fucking, mirror sex, cock-slapping, spitting, making out, overstimulation, blowjobs, dacryphilia, throat fucking, mating press, teabagging, facial, cum eating, creampie, cervix fucking, ruined orgasm, foul language, humiliation, aftercare, fluff at the end

a/n: i really hope this is okay with what you’ve imagined anon, as writing dom!farleigh is by far my hardest work yet. literally pondered on this piece for months. enjoy ! teehee <3 also keep reading, it gets better

“can you believe it ? like— im not even asking for much but he’s just so, ugh” the girl sitting over at the end of the couch complains. you’re sitting in a circle, well not quite a circle, but it’s a bunch of girls just lounging, sitting and talking about what’s currently bothering them. and this time, the topic is boyfriends. cliché, but they can really be a pain in the ass according to these girls. you’re not sure if you can relate, given that you do not have a boyfriend. but you do have farleigh, whatever you’re calling him. he’s never bothered to put a label on it, and certainly never bothered to ask you to be his girlfriend. “oh my god yes” you hear one of the girls agreeing, followed by the others nodding and grabbing at each others thighs

“what about you ? i mean, we certainly heard a lot about farleigh” one of the girls asks you, snickering at the end of her sentence. everyone around campus is familiar with how farleigh’s relationships never end peacefully. they always end with a series of drama that apparently everyone is tuned in on. it’s like a ‘what did farleigh do this time ?’ show, that airs every couple of months. the common hall massacre from farleigh’s last hook up is still being talked about till this day and it’s been like what, six months ? you don’t know why even after seeing those messy events where farleigh always looked like he couldn’t care less, you still ended up in his bed at the end of the very party where he first laid his eyes on you. i guess when thee farleigh start shows you even the slightest of interest, you have no other option but to give in. it’s like a once in a lifetime opportunity, and one must be strong enough to resist the temptation of getting with the tall, golden skinned brunette. you— ? you just don’t have it in you.

pursing your lips, you quietly force an awkward smile to yourself, practically eye rolling. ofcourse they would be interested. you shut your eyes for a moment before blinking to every eyes focusing on you. truth be told, you dont like talking about farleigh to people, especially to answer invasive questions like this. you already feel so insecure with whatever kind of relationship you have with farleigh, so having people try to peek into it puts you in a very uncomfortable position. “what about him ?” you raise your eyebrows with your question-response in a desperate attempt to push farleigh off the topic. “girl how’s your boyfriend ? is he great or…” one of the girls tease, flipping her hair over her shoulder, trying her best to provoke an answer from you, preferrably a piece of gossip that she could spread to her girlfriends at uni.

“he’s not my boyfriend” you let out quietly, head low, correcting their assumptions that it’s an established relationship, earning a swarm of mutter from throughout the group. some of them already exhanging knowing looks and giggling to each other. well isn’t this just humiliating. “how come ?” the blonde serves you with yet another question, tone obvious that she’s just mongering for gossip. the sudden light dust prickling at your eyeballs are being wiped away by a heavy blink from you. all these questions evoke a sudden rage from within. she’s right. yeah, how come ? how come you’ve been letting farleigh fuck you anytime he wants when he doesn’t ever bother to make you his girlfriend. you’ve realised a long ago that it’s unlikely that you’re gonna be a couple but everyone seems to think the two of you are exclusive by the way none of you have been caught fucking anyone else.

noticing your expression, she decides to spare you the humiliation and just move on to her next question even though the former hasn’t been answered. the situation is making you awfully quiet, and it’s not just because you barely knew any of these girls, you just thought sitting with them in this mild get-together at farleigh’s mansion might offer you some sort of entertainment. never have you thought that you’re the one who’s gonna be the entertainment. the thick buzz at the top of your head confuses you between the exhaustion of talking to obnoxious young adults invited tonight or the weariness of knowing that you’re just a toy to farleigh. at first you didn’t really care, but after a while the boy’s starting to grow on you. sometimes he does care, the way he always walk you back to your dorm after a long night of doing your activities. but most of the times you tell yourself that it’s just common courtesy, and he could be doing that to any girl he wants.

“ah fuck that, how’s the sex ?” was her other question, which was followed by daunting whoops of teasings from the girls. still, every pair of eyes is set on you and it’s gotta be on the top list of your most uncomfortable situation. however the unusual bitterness towards farleigh at the moment gags your desire to shit talk about him to these girls. as you search for something bad to say, you realise that you don’t have anything to complain. guess you’d just have to lie then. straightening your shoulders and throwing your neck back, you lean your back on your propped up arms against the floor.

“have you ever heard that he’s good in bed from anyone ?” you start, which earns eager head shakes from the girls.

“well that’s because he fucking sucks. cums too fast, and guess what ? you’d think he’d atleast bother to make the girl-“ you gesture to yourself, “-cum first, but that’s none of his business it seems” the small piece of information being sought out to the public like that leaves the girls wide-eyed, with some of them dramatically placing their palms against their chest. you feel horrible for lying, and it just registered in your head that this will go terribly wrong knowing that it’ll spread around like an infection. “oh my god. really ?” the blonde attempts to fuel to the fire mid-burning the whole place down, her blue eyes almost popping out of her head, gouging for more info from you.

nodding, you catch yourself feeding her with yet another lie. “fucking sloppy, is what he is. moans like a bitch too. i should’ve been fucking his cousin by now, which, i don’t even know why i haven’t” the last part of this whole unbased shit talk feels too much for you, as you mentally wince at how untrue just all the things you said. the whole room is filled with various sounds of gasping, giggling and overall indefinable mutters. if you were being honest, you’re still not going to tell them how you’re willing to beg for his cock, telling him to make you his cum dump, as long as you get to be fucked by him. you raise your head to examine each of their faces, subtly biting on your bottom lips at their reactions.

it was a small get-together afterall, so you wouldn’t be suprised that some of the hallways in the house are ominously empty at this hour. you could still hear a distinct chatter and music from behind the other walls but as you briskly walk towards the left wing of the mansion, your wrist is suddenly being grabbed from behind, before your whole body is being caged against the wooden wainscot on the wall, pair of huge palms snaking themselves across your forearms. “farleigh—“ you huff out, neck craned to give access to the pair of lips trailing hot, wet kisses across your skin. the tall figure caging and pressing against your body is making you whimper out a small moan, to which he lets out a chuckle. you always make it so easy for him.

wrapping his fingers around your wrist in a firm grab, he brings them above your head before moving his lips towards your soft ones, a string of saliva shining on the flesh with each breath the both of you are taking. his touches grazes your skin delicately, dragging you into becoming an addict. you suck in a deep breath through your nose as you return the kiss, tongue darting to lick on his bottom ones, earning a smile from him. “i’ve missed you” he teases, while running his fingertips along your waistband, knowing the two of you only parted ways when his friendgroup approached him, which later lead you to the wrongful confessions with the girls earlier. words like these makes you long for his affection, spending your sleepless nights thinking about the feelings you may or may not have caught for him. he huffs out against your face, forehead resting against each other as you feel his hot breath on your skin. he leans down to chase your lips for yet another kiss, your noses nudging against each other only for him to hover over your lips with a teasing grin, making you grow desperate from the phantom kiss.

his large hands rest on the curve of your waist when you push him back by his broad chest, both your fingers sprawled over the fabric of his linen. he’s ridiculously good at maintaining his balance all while being pushed back with his head leaning down, still kissing you, his pretty curls grazing the skin on your cheeks. he’s so pretty, the type of pretty that makes you want to look at him all day, the type of pretty that you’d fall for. the way he kisses you could make anyone believe that he’s in love, yet he never cared to let you know, or tell you that this is just a fling for him. you already know where this is going, as you were on your way to find him in his room anyways. you let out a small giggle when he almost toppled back over a bump on the carpet, before he joins you with a low chuckle against your lips.

“c’mon, farleigh—“ whining, you’re half begging for him to just pick you up and carry you to his bed, which, like he could read you mind, he does. “i know, baby”. you’re clinging onto him with your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands cupping his face to deepen the kiss as you feel the growing bulge poking at your thighs. humming into the kiss, he pulls away momentarily to lean you against the wooden door of his room, turning the both of you to hold you against the door, forcing it to shut, all while his tongue licks your taste off yours.

you could feel his desperation grow from his kiss as your fingers work eagerly unbuttoning his shirt. he fumbles with the back of your dress, reaching to undo the string, heavy pants escaping both your lips, practically clawing at each other. after peeling the linen off his shoulder and pulling it down to throw it on the floor, you watch him move recklessly. “fucking get this off” he groans, as you reach to the back to help him. everything is moving so fast, and you glad it does as it seems to be impossible to remain patient with each of farleigh’s touch against your skin. it’s like a craving, an addiction, as desperation fills the thick air inside the room more then the hot breath puffing from your lips.

as soon as you’re left only with the matching set of underwear, farleigh wastes no time picking you back up to throw you on the bed, his body flush against yours as his kisses down your body are starting to get wet. between his fingers raking around your waist and his mouth sucking on the skin of your collarbone leaving wet bruises all across it, you feel yourself getting lost in the haziness, unable to mutter a single coherent sentence. all that could be let out past your lips are whines and moans, as your fingertips graze against his scalp, pulling at the root of his curls. you feel helpless, exposed and needy for him and only him, to do something. once you feel his lips kissing dangerously close to your cunt, sucking and licking especially hard on the flesh of your inner thighs, you find yourself reaching for his face. “farleigh please,,” you let out pleas after pleas, begging for his lips to be where you need him the most. paying no mind to you, he continues placing his marks across your inner thigh and the spot closest to the hem of your panties with his palms smoothing over the skin on your torso.

he’s humming in between kisses, his eyes rips themselves from focusing on marking your skin to look directly into yours, maintaining eye contact. if it wasn’t for the growing bulge in his pants, he’d be willing to spend the rest of his time just looking into your eyes. tilting his head down, he pushes the crotch of your panties to the side, breaking eye contact for a moment to look at the dripping mess in front of him, grinning at how soaked your folds are, making your eyebrows knit. the way your pussy glisten with your wetness gotta be one of his favourite views ever. feeling the ache down your core starts to throb, you can’t help the pitchy moan slipping past your lips and the sudden bucking of your hips into his face. “don’t make me beg farleigh, please” the words coming out of your mouth contradicting each other. before you could add to your complaints, you feel his swollen lips smashing against your folds, his tongue hot, licking away all the wetness collecting and dripping towards your hole. he has one hand holding you down by your waist, and another rubbing on your pussy, spreading the folds apart so his tongue could have better access. the fingers on your pussy roam down to your hole, pushing your clit upwards so he could settle his whole face in between your thighs, his nose repeatedly nudging against your clit. driving his face into your pussy, it’s like he’s stuffing his face with your essence, eager to lick away every drop of wetness dripping down your folds as he feels like nothing tastes better. he hums, sending vibrations through the sensitive nerves, fishing out another whine from you.

“gonna cum, farleigh. please make me cum” the words come out of your mouth like water, without you even having time to think it before. as the knot in your lower stomach begins to get tighter with each sucking of his lips on your folds, he knows you’re seconds away from cumming. you could feel the wave of pleasure threatening to wash down over you, as you’re willing to give up everything to chase after it, even your dignity. shutting your eyes, your fingers harshly grab at the sheets beneath you, as farleigh suddenly rips his mouth away from your pussy, moving over to stand at the edge of the bed, his eyes busy eyeing his hands that are unbuckling his belt. “what the fuck—?!” you almost yelled, anger and dissatisfaction tearing through your voice as you look at farleigh in disbelief. the orgasm that you were chasing is washing away, leaving your pussy feeling so raw and swollen.

he throws you an unbothered look with an eyebrow quirked, his lips shiny from eating you out. “sorry, apparently i’m just not bothered to let the girl cum first” the coy expression on his face obvious, the slight curl at the side of his lips quickly being stripped away. “—isn’t that right ?” he continues, leaning over with his knee dipping into the mattress, his propped arm settling beside your temple, his face inches away from your muted one. the furrowed eyebrows that were accompanying your anger dropped down, as your glossy eyes now being forced to look into his intimidating ones. you could feel that he’s not happy, but none of his expressions tell that, except that you’re fucked.

you hear him let out a chuckle as he leans back, both his knees on either side of your body, resting his weight on your torso. “you should see the look on your face sweetheart” he tsks, shaking his head at you heavy breathing, still affected by the orgasm that he just ripped off from your core. no words could be lolled out of your tongue and you could only shake your head as an attempt to save yourself. he cocks his head to the side before his eyes widen,

“no, i mean it”

moving his knee over your body, farleigh moves to the side of the bed before reaching over to cup the back of your neck, pulling you up to push you off the bed by your neck, forcing you to sit infront of the body sized mirror by his nightstand. you’re kneeling, your hands are forced to prop yourself up from face planting on the hard floor, ass is sticking out on full display giving him the perfect view. oh how he loves when you’re exposed like this for him and no one else.

before you could even react to being pulled off the bed, his fingers already curl themselves across your skin, wrapped around your neck, pulling you upstraight so you could only look at your reflection in the mirror, and his smug face while he crouches down. “look at yourself, such a pretty face-“ he starts, fingers moving to push your cheeks together, his arms pressing down your chest so you’re resting against his shoulder.

“-but so. fucking. dumb.” he says, tapping roughly on your cheek after each words.

the last part of his sentence heavy, emphasizing on how stupid you are that you couldn’t even think before going off telling people such lies. “you know what i love to do with a pretty face that doesn’t know when to shut up ?” he trails off, letting go off your face to continue unbuckling his belt, the metal of the buckle clinking, before unbuttoning and pulling the zipper down.

“as if you know when to shut up” you spit out, trying to retaliate against his words.

he offers you an amused look before shaking his head and smile. “i love when you prove me right“ farleigh chuckles as he looks up to meet your eyes in the mirror, before pulling down his pants, along with his boxers, making his now fully hard length that was straining in his pants spring up, hitting the trail of hair on his lower belly. no matter how many times you’ve seen and been fucked by him, you still think he’s huge. he’s perfectly girthy, his tip always flushes a deep shade of pink and his cock’s just as pretty as him.

he steps closer towards you, reaching down to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail before pulling you up, forcing you to stand on your knees. he looks at you with that grin you could never crack the meaning of, as you watch his other hand move to grab the base of his cock. his firm grip pulling at your scalp leaves you quiet, as you could only glance between his face, and the leaking cock in his hand. with your head in his one hand and his heavy length in the other, your eyes are on the same level of his waist where you could hear the loud sound of him spitting into his hand, as it lands on his length. the lewd, loud squelching sound of him stroking saliva all over his cock right beside your face makes you clench around nothing

sighing, he pulls your face towards his crotch before starting to slap his hard cock against your cheek. you’re starting to feel degraded to a mere sextoy with the way he’s smearing his cock all over your face, the sensitive tip tapping at your swollen lips. his long digits wrapped around the base serves a great purpose of aiming his slick length so it slaps heavy against your face, bouncing against the skin again and again, omitting loud slapping sounds. “i don’t even know what i’ve ever done to you-“ he starts, tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

“-but you don’t talk about me that way, baby”

he stops the slapping of his cock to wipe it all over your face instead, repeatedly moving his shaft over your nose as it makes him groan in pleasure. your pretty face is covered with the slick of saliva and precum, you hair a mess and sticking all over your face. as soon as he finishes his sentence, your entire reflection on the mirror is being blocked by his legs stepping in front of you, so he could roughly shove his hard cock past your lips, pushing it down your throat. the sudden pressure at the back of your tongue makes you gag, as tears start forming on your waterline. you’re starting to regret the things you said just for the one minute of validation. farleigh has never done anything like this to you, but you know this is not going to end anytime soon.

“shh…shh- it’s okay, im just gonna fuck this mouth slow and nice. is that good ?” he coos, his hips begins thrusting into your mouth, starting nice and slow before quickly changing to a rapid pace in a split second, not allowing you to adjust at all. he’s now properly fucking your mouth, and if you didn’t already feel like a cocksleeve, you certainly do now.

“there you go, you’ve always been so good at sucking my cock. you’re a proper slut you know that ?” he mutters through gritted teeth, both his large hands cradling your head, slamming your face down his cock, heavy balls slapping against your slicked chin from all the drool dripping down your lips. looking up at him, you try to blink away the glossiness of your eyes as you give him an obeying look, seeking for his approval. “oh that’s cute, you’re my little slut aren’t you ?” the whiny moans you’re letting out sends vibrations, further stimulating his cock. “aww mouth too full of cock you can’t even answer” giving you a fake pout on his lips, he pulls out for a moment to let you answer, yet you’re keeping your mouth shut. “i said-“ he yanks your hair as he leans down close to your face, “-you’re my little slut aren’t you ?” you almost topple back before nodding vigorously,

“yes, yes—“

“yes what ?”

“yes i am, farleigh”

your quick response earns a satisfied grin from him before your mouth is back to being stuffed by his hard cock. you try your best not to gag too hard on his length as you know farleigh wouldn’t appreciate that. even with him treating you like you’re worthless, you’re still eager to please him. maybe you are indeed a slut. his slut.

the rapid movements of your head bobbing down his shaft and his hips thrusting into your mouth makes your hands roam up his thighs for leverage, as you look up at him through your lashes. he thinks you look so cute like this, so he offers you a smile from above, the tip of your nose hitting into his lower belly repeatedly. you could feel his thrust getting even faster before one last throw of his head and he’s pushing your mouth off his cock, messy strings of saliva connecting from your lips to his swollen tip, his balls dripping with sticky translucent substance that you couldn’t even tell. could be drool, or precum, or a mixture of both of your fluids. his cock is now resting against his navel, as it bounces with every move farleigh makes. he’s now pulling you up by your arms, the state of you so pathetic that if it were to be described, you’re nothing short of fucked and cockdrunk.

“c’mon sweetheart, hands and knees. need to fuck your pussy” his instructions loud and clear, as your body is being thrown like a doll onto the mattress. and like it’s instinct you immediately crawl onto the bed and prop your ass up, your legs apart, back arching with your face dropped down between the sheets. “i know you’re a good girl” he smiles, hands roaming across the smooth skin of your ass before swiftly pulling down your panties, revealing your soaking wet puffy lips, practically begging to be fucked. “well that’s a sight felix is certainly missing out on” the sight before him makes his cock twitch, a drop of precum forming at the tip before he catches it in his fingers to spread it along his length. getting onto the mattress, his pants already discarded and pooling beside the bed.

he crawls over you to rub his length against your folds, collecting the wetness that’s practically drenching his cock, before thrusting into your hole without warning. a cracked loud moan from your lips grazes both your ears as you give up against the sheets, your sobs being muffled by the soft fabric underneath you. he’s not in the mood of making you feel good as he’s only focused on fucking the dumb out of you and letting his anger out. he’s making you take his cock like a good girl he knows you are, as you struggle to adjust to the stretch of his size. he’s angry, well more like irritated, when he walked by the living room looking for you, only to hear you talking shit about him, and telling pathetic lies with no substance. there hasn’t been one fuck where farleigh doesn’t make you cum first, and he certainly fucks you like nobody else. so when you went off feeding those plastic blondes fake gossip just to appeal to them, of course he’s mad.

his large chest is now pushing down against your back, his large hand found it’s way at the back of your neck, holding your head down that your face is being mushed against the sheets. his harsh thrusts push your body back and forth, your face pressed down so hard to the point that the only sound you could let out are heavy cries and sobs, incoherent mumbles of pleads of his name as you’re being brought to your orgasm while he’s still rapidly fucking into you. “farleigh— mngh,, ohmygod“ in a way you sound like you’re worshipping him, while he’s ball deep inside your cunt, the tip of his cock bruising your cervix.

normally he would help you chase your high down but he doesn’t care. “i’ve never made you cum huh ? you can cum all you want now baby” his words are starting to get to you, as your pussy’s starting to feel so raw. another wave of orgasm come crashing down, leaving you a lightheaded babbling mess. you’re now actually crying for him, tears streaming down your face, shoulders bobbing, as both tears and drool wet the sheets underneath. “no more,, please. s’too much” you manage to let out weakly, your fingers gripping at the poor fabric desperately. suddenly you feel like he’s grown much larger than he usually does.

looking at your fucked up state, he let out a chuckle. “but i thought you wanted this ?” he mocks, he knows that you’re just too fucked up to even make up your mind. you feel so stretched out by his girth, and the position grants him the perfect access to fully fuck his cock into your pussy, thrusting forward in a rough rapid pace into the mattress. “you think felix could fuck you like this ?” he groans, making you shake your head desperately almost like you’re being hypnotised. “n-no,,no- hm“ you let out in response, your voice bumpy from his thrusts that are making your whole body shake. the whole situation is feeding the primal urge in him, as he grunts while biting down the skin at the back of your neck, his hand grabbing at your hair, pulling your head back to lift your face off the drool-drenched sheets. his other hand is holding you close by your stomach, lowering his hand to feel the moving bulge on your lower belly.

“feel that ? that’s my cock- so… fucking deep inside you. so maybe next time you wanna talk shit, fuck-“ he half whispers into your ear through gritted teeth, as his thrusts are starting to falter. both your hot cheeks are being pressed together as he talks right into your ear. “-remember how pathetic you look right now” he finishes off his sentence with one hard thrust, his hot body pressing down against yours before warm sticky substance fills up your hole, drops of it threatening to spill from the brim. you feel his chest resting on your back, he’s catching his breath as he pants into your ear with his hand wrapped around your neck.

“oh fuck,,” he lets out, voice thick with his remaining pants as he watch the cum oozing out of your cunt when he pull his softening cock out. he’s leaning back on his heels, admiring his work, ropes of white leaking down your puffy swollen lips, a low groan escapes his lips when he notices your hole clenching around nothing, pushing out more of his cum. smiling, he reaches over to squeeze your thigh, grabbing at the soft flesh. “such a filthy whore, letting me use this pussy like a toy” he lets out, his words making you feel so dirty. “aren’t you, baby ?” he coos, running his fingers across your chin. letting out a huge content sigh before hearing you mumble out a string out words. “what’s that, hm ?” leaning down, he moves closer to your lolled out face to hear you.

“you came too quick” you struggled to let out those words, yet still determined to try and piss him off.

raising his eyebrows, he seems surprised by your little protest before you feel his fingers slowly smooth over your hair, petting your head.

“i know. and that’s your job to get me hard again”

hearing his words, instant remorse washing over you as you feel him flip you over, that you’re now lying on your back, facing him. he looks even bigger, shoulders broad and glistening in sweat, making you feel like he could cage you in any moment now. his cheeks look flushed and red, his lips pink and swollen yet he never looked prettier. your hands immediately move up to hold onto his thighs, now being on either side of your upper body as his cock is hanging right in front of your face. the remainder of his cum that is clinging onto his tip drips down, landing onto your lips before his fingers push your cheeks open, shoving his cock into your mouth as he tries to fit the whole length inside.

his limp cock feels odd on your tongue at first, but you immediately start sucking on his length. “come on, doll” he urges you, eager to be able to fuck you again. you mentally flinch at the name he’s calling you, as it really makes you feel filthy. deep down you absolutely love filling your mouth full, and sucking on his cock. anything to please farleigh. he’s thrusting his hips down to your face, circling it so now it’s his balls turn to be shoved into your mouth, before being absolutely slobbered with saliva. in no time he’s getting hard again, making it easier for him to fuck into your mouth, only to pull it out and replace it with his balls again, and doing so repeatedly until he feels just. you have your eyes closed, your lips busy fondling and kissing at each of his sack, your tongue covering them with drool.

farleigh is holding onto the headboard, grunts spilling from his mouth from how good you’re worshipping his cock. as he tilt his head down, he can’t help the moan slipping past his lips at you sucking at the underside of his balls. now that he’s fully hard again, he reaches down to grab at the base of his shaft before putting the entire heavy weight of it onto your face, rubbing his length all over your soft skin, like he did earlier.

too weak to form coherent sentences to him, you manage to drag out a mumbled “please…farleigh”. you hear him let out a satisfied hum as you close your eyes, letting the feeling of his wet cock sliding on your face takes control. the length of his cock almost covering your face as he’s contemplating just fucking his cock against the skin of your face into nothing. everything’s just so wet now, his sweaty body against yours, your face warm and sticky with sweat, tears and his cum, with his balls dripping with your drool. you’re too cockdrunk to even protest, letting him use you like a cum rag, wiping the cum off his cock on your skin, your pussy throbbing from another orgasm you just had undone just from how lewd this is.

“you make such a good whore, y’know ? im gonna need to fuck your pussy again” almost immediately after saying that, he’s lifting your upper body up, making you sit while he moves behind you to let your frail body rest against his. “let me have one last fuck okay ?” he whispers into your ear, your eyelids heavy as you slowly nod. his fingers tap at your thigh, signalling you to raise your hips. he has one arm wrapped around you, pulling you up onto his lap as you feel the tip of his hard cock slip back into your cunt with the guide of his other hand. you’re now sitting on his lap, legs bent and all spread out to give access to him. he could feel the stickiness of his cum left inside you engulfing his length, that is reaching deeper, bumping into your cervix. ”fuck, could feel my cum inside you—” the stretch of his cock against your wall is squeezing his cum back out of your hole as low moans escape both of your lips. he begins thrusting at a continued pace, much like before, making your body bounce on his lap. you let out a high pitched moan, your folds still swollen as you mumble out “m’too much farleigh- no more,, please” he ignores your whines and moans, fucking up into you like he’s been starved of it.

he reaches up to grope your tits, that have fallen out of your bra when he was ramming into you earlier. this is the first time tonight that farleigh’s even bothered to touch your nipples as he normally would’ve been too attached to sucking on your mounds by now. the lack of attention to your hard nipples got them too sensitive as you feel like screaming when farleigh tweaks one of them in between his fingers. he’s cupping one of your tits in his large hand while the other one bounces hard with each of his rapid thrusts up your sensitive walls. the sound of your ass slapping against his thighs fills the room as you start to feel your maybe 5th orgasm coming, having lost count- as his thrusts suddenly stop. “nooo,, no- please don’t make me” you start whining at the sudden stop of his movements, shaking your head helplessly to try to get him to change his mind. you know this move so well, he always make you do it when you’re on his lap.

he’s gonna make you fuck yourself on his cock.

“you know the drill pretty girl” his voice firm, not leaving any space for your antics. your head resting against his shoulder feels too heavy to be lifted off, but that’s just you being a brat. you show no signs of moving, with your arms flailing weakly in his embrace. you hear him let out a sigh before being followed by a low groan, lifting you off his lap and flipping you over. you’re now sprawled open in front of him, cold air grazing across your pussy makes you shiver. he pushes his weight down against your thighs with his hands, putting you in a mating press. all you got to do was let out a gasp before a harsh slap from his large hand stings across your face. “i gave you plenty of chances-” he lets out as you feel another slap lands on your cheek

“-but you never seem to appreciate them”

another slap. and another.

you’re moaning, enjoying being treated so harshly by him. as your tears stained cheeks turn red and a new stream of tears are threatening to spill, you try begging for mercy with a weak attempt, “mmh- please, farleigh,,”. your final whiny plea is immediately being cut short by another slap, this one stings especially hard, making you think that he hates you. he’s now grabbing at the flesh at the back of your thighs, fully pressing your thighs against your tits, before his hips start thrusting into your pussy again. wet, squelching sound bouncing off the walls as your wetness start splattering all over the sheets. the shame and humiliation makes you start sobbing again, your breathing heavy as you struggle to take his cock that’s protruding against your walls.

he notices your heavy breathing, yet he has no intentions of slowing down. “you’re breathing like you’re doing all the work, fuck— “ you hear him say. his thrusts after doesn’t last long before he immediately pulls out, his hand quickly reaching down to continue the pressure on his cock. “oh fuck. fuck, fuck—“, strings of curses leave his mouth. stroking his shaft with a tight fist, his pace rapid, desperate and sloppy before his hips begin to fuck into his fist, his balls slapping against his knuckles. “fffuck, fuck yes-” staggering moans spill out of his mouth, making him look pathetic. his voice almost cracks before he’s moving up your body, his hand still pumping his cock rapidly before he’s cumming, spurting warm seed all over your pretty face. it’s not as much as before, but your face’s still covered by his cum, your tongue licking away the drops landing on your lips. you hear him let out a deep sigh, heavy panting before collapsing onto your body.

inspecting his actions closely, your mind still hazy, your face messy with tear stained cheeks, with some still clinging onto your lashes. farleigh had wiped the remnants of his cum off your face, it was the first thing he did after coming back with a bowl of warm fresh water and a piece of cloth. he’s already dressed in his comfy clothes, carefully cleaning your skin with the warm soft cloth. he’s meticulous, like he always is with everything. you look to the side to see a glass of water and a mini chocolate bar that he’d fetched when he left the room which to be honest, you thought he was gonna leave you, all alone and still fragile. looking out the window, the sky’s already starting to gain its light as it’s starting to look a lighter shade of blue. he’s quiet, eyes focused as only his fingers are moving carefully, cleaning off every inch of your body. just as he makes sure you’re all clean and comfortable, you’re surprised when he crawls up closely beside you, snuggling down as he reaches for the soft comforter to wrap the both of you underneath it.

“i thought you were gonna leave”

“not gonna leave my girlfriend alone”

the name hits you like a boulder making you perk up, eyebrows knitted as you realised that you were never his girlfriend. you turn to face him who’s already near dozing off,

“please go to sleep” he mutters out his last words before dozing off for real, pulling you closer into his arms.

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[genderqueerdykes]

please post more about alterhumanity I love to see it!!

sure! i'll see what i can come up with off the top of my head

i told my mom numerous times throughout my childhood that i wasn't human, but i didn't for real find out i'm nonhuman until i was somewhere around 19 or so. i finally joined the furry community, and was following someone on tumblr who was talking about their dragon kintype. i started googling "otherkin" and reading about it and realized oh wait. other people are like this too?

i figured out i was an elf first. that was fairly easy, i interacted with a lot of other elves since it was a very common kintype at the time. i did trade some really cool experiences, people really had some interesting ideas on what nonhumanity was about. my best friend and roommate at the time actually knew about me being otherkin, but he wasn't really the most supportive about it. he just kinda used it as a way to wedge himself into otherkin spaces and start debates and arguments with people. so over time i stopped talking about it with him

over the years though, i've not really stopped identifying as nonhuman. because i'm plural, i have a lot of nonhuman alters, and some that are from fictional sources. i would say every 6 - 12 months or so, one of us realizes some part of their nonhumanity, or a new alter who is nonhuman shows themselves and talks about their nonhumanity.

as much as i don't like how decentralized the otherkin community has come, it's been nice to figure things out on my own. back in the 2010s, people were very strict about what "counts" as otherkin. you would be guilted into trying to figure out if you have memories of that life, what "deeper meaning" your kintypes have to you, and so on. back then, people would harass new kin and make them jump through hoops to truly identify as their nonhuman selves. it messed me up for quite a while thinking i had to have a super deep connection that takes a lifetime to uncover in order to be a "real" otherkin

i actually have been staff for/ran a few nonhuman communities over the years! i found it to be a lot of fun because it's not as serious as queer issues, and there's a lot less arguing about real world politics and whatnot. while those topics are important, sometimes you need a space free of all of that. plus a really fun part of the nonhuman community is learning about animals and fictional creatures and people you've never heard of before. there's definitely no shortage of anime recommendations in fictionkin and fictive spaces that's for sure

i actually discovered the concept of plurality through nonhuman spaces, as many nonhumans are also plural. either spiritually, due to mental health conditions, naturally or something else, there's a lot of plurals in those communities. i met my first plural friend in the otherkin community and they taught me alot about the experience that i was going through in the moment as well. it tends to be a space that's very open to the concept of plurality and it's really nice

the nonhuman types that myself and my system collectively identify with the most are definitely my canine kintypes. i am very connected to both wolves and coyotes- i actually figured out i was a coyote first, almost a decade ago! it took me a lot more years to finally confirm i'm also a wolf. i've always felt very drawn toward coyotes for one reason or another- it's an animal i look at and think "hey that's what i look like".

i do wear dog collars because i identify as a dog as well! i'm part of the pup play community, though it is nonsexual for me, i just really enjoy being able to act out being a canine creature. i actually had a dog bed for a while that i slept on, but i haven't been able to get a new one. wearing a collar can be very comforting for me. not only do i find them adorable, but it's something that feels very personally correct to me.

horses are also really important to us as well. they are an animal we've looked at and gone "that's me" as well throughout our life. we have no desire to ride horses, but we would love to care for them and be around them. hooved animals in general have always been something we've felt a personal connection to as well. we've also been questioning whether or not we identify as a cow.

i'd love to get some accessories like ears, tails, paws, etc. in the future, and honestly, i've always wanted a fursuit/fursuits. like i adore them so much. i think they're such a creative artform and i've always wanted to learn how to make them. i think they're just. so fucking cool. hopefully i can get or make one some day!

overall accepting my nonhumanity has made my life a lot easier. i generally have phantom sensations of ears, tails and paws throughout my day to day life, and i don't really feel connected to humanity on a personal level. it's tiring to pretend like i see the world through a human lens because i just do not. it doesn't negatively impact my life whatsoever. i still do things i have to do, like pay my rent and bills, work, and so on. i can live a fulfilling life while acknowledging that my mind and soul are not that of a human

if i think of anything else, i'll add it in the reblogs! thanks for this ask i enjoy talking about my nonhumanity!

[thus-wrote-mrs-zeppeli]

SİNCE sbr is coming.. can i get a really really underrated characters headcanons with reader? Like the valentine's henchman lol (please dont forget to include my man axl in it too) love your work!

Heck yeah, gotta commemorate the occasion~

An Axl RO fan you’re so real for that, seriously underrated man-

-Various SBR secondary characters x reader headcanons-

Cw: various relationship statuses (dating/married/planning to get engaged), drinking, death

Characters: Dr. Ferdinand, Ringo Roadagain, Blackmore, Magenta Magenta, Wekapipo, Axl RO

Dr. Ferdinand: Dr. Ferdinand had a reputation in the earth science community for being eccentric and extreme, so when whispers got around that he was getting married there was some hope that married life might calm him down a bit. He’s an intelligent and talented scientist underneath his difficult demeanor, so if he were just a bit more reasonable then maybe he’d actually get in with a good university as a professor or something. His research could be groundbreaking.

His marriage decidedly did NOT temper his more extreme personality traits. You’re just like him! How did he even find someone who gets equally offended on the earth’s behalf over every tiny indiscretion?? If anything, you might make each other a bit more intense.

You’re also a scientist, a passionate one at that, and the two of you LOVE to talk to each other about earth science. Anyone who accidentally eavesdrops on the two of you will probably have no idea what you’re talking about. It’s a bit of a funny sight, you sitting on his lap, very in each other’s personal space while you romantically twirl a lock of his hair around your finger but you’re just yapping about how obsidian is made and he’s yapping about why the dinosaurs went extinct.

Anyone who knew him before can tell he is super happy to be with you, his whole demeanor is a bit sunny when you’re around, and he’s completely devoted to you, only really interested in talking to you.

So the two of you become more elusive in the science community, only making appearances together and only taking an interest in each other’s research.

At least he’s extremely happy with you, even if the two of you are difficult to communicate with and have a tendency to fly off the handle at the slightest provocation. The two of you once yelled at someone for five minutes straight after they accidentally dropped something on the ground.

Ringo Roadagain: You’ve accepted long ago that Ringo intends to go somewhere you can’t follow. And with your clear acceptance that Ringo’s end goal is only a fair duel to the death, he lets you into his life eventually.

You and Ringo live a simple life. While he’s calm and composed in all aspects of his life, he’s mostly dedicated to dueling, improving, achieving that vague idea of a “real man” he’s so assured in. You practice too, for your own purposes. Something a little more tangible in your opinion, a couple of talents that’ll keep you alive and help you hold a steady job once Ringo finally bites the dust.

Much like the nature of his stand, the reach of your relationship could only go so far.

You are partners, in the sense that you keep each other company in your otherwise rather isolated lifestyle. He doesn’t talk much with you, at least, not small talk. You know him on a deeper level than anyone else does, so most conversation topics are meaningless between you.

You have no future together. So instead you simply appreciate each day you have with him, one at a time. He’s not affectionate or doting with you; his initial draw to you was your independence, and he does not open up much about his past or anything like that to you often. Not that he needs to. And honestly you don’t want to know. You stick with him for now because otherwise you’d be lonely. Getting too emotionally involved was only gonna hurt you more by the end of this short, tragic tale.

Blackmore: The two of you have a strictly professional relationship on the outside, two of Valentine’s most dutiful bodyguards, following him around like loyal dogs…

While Blackmore was the strategist, with a meek manner of speaking, content to stay out of the spotlight; you were the warrior, with a fiery and bold personality, always the first to use your stand to threaten and fight in sharp contrast to Blackmore’s more reconnaissance style stand. A deadly assassin duo. And while you could work well together professionally, when you were off the job anyone would think the two of you would avoid each other. You actually get along quite well, even if it seems like you boss him around and talk over him.

It’s just the nature of your relationship. You’re the more dominant one; he’s content to let you take the lead when you’re not working, he doesn’t care much for small talk, and he doesn’t mind letting you make a bunch of the small decisions for the two of you. You often tell him he needs to not apologize so much and speak up for himself more. He apologizes to you and says he’ll do so…next time. Ugh. He really does make it look like you’re a bully, even though it’s completely unintentional on his part. Ah well. It’s not like anyone even knows the two of you are much more acquainted beyond coworkers, let alone lovers.

Actually, now that you think about it…even Funny Valentine himself doesn’t know. You imagine he’d be quite surprised given how he also occasionally muses out loud about how entirely opposite his personal bodyguards are.

Magenta Magenta: You were the darling sweetheart waiting for him back home that he occasionally bragged about that obviously no one really believed him on. Magenta? Had someone waiting on him? Yeah right.

That is, until you actually showed up to see him before him and Wekapipo headed out to intercept Johnny and Gyro.

Even at the sight of you clinging excitedly to Magenta and kissing his face all over, it was Still hard to believe you were actually here for that man.

You really adore Magenta Magenta! He’s so funny, and he has such interesting things to say! Everyone else you’ve dated before has been so uptight…but not Magenta. He actually made you smile, lowered your guard, and he was FUN. He said after this job, he’d have enough to buy you a ring and finally get hitched. And of course you didn’t want to interrupt his super important job for the President, but you just missed him so much!

It’s kinda obvious Magenta likes you because you’re hot and super down bad for him, but he’s honestly pretty sweet on you; always getting you what you want and hyping you up and holding your hand whenever he can.

He’s honestly not so sure about actually marrying you though…that’s…kinda a big commitment. Too bad he can’t help but say whatever will put a big smile on your face…he’s kinda obsessed with making you feel happy with him.

He’s not actually ready to settle down, so he was kinda hoping you’d forget about that little comment…oh well…the President would pay him handsomely for his work, hopefully he could buy you a whole bunch of stuff that would distract you from that stupid promise. You’re both good at spoiling each other, but your relationship hasn’t really gone anywhere since you started dating a couple years ago. Much to your disappointment.

Wekapipo: He’s serious, here to do a job, get his reward, and nothing more. Messing around behind closed doors with a secretary in the White House wasn’t a part of his plan. And yet here he was, leaving a small bouquet on your desk in-between his assignments, lingering around the places you’d frequent, hoping to catch a glimpse of you, maybe a chaste kiss as long as it was in secret.

He wasn’t supposed to have anything to do with you, tried to keep his distance, focus on his work…but when you heard about his intention to stay in America, you had brightened up, took his hands in yours, and sincerely expressed how happy you were that you would still be able to see him once his work was done.

So sweet. You were comfortable. Peaceful. And oddly insistent about following him around. Though he may seem like a man who’d prefer a low-maintenance partner, he doesn’t mind doting on you a bit. But only to a certain point. He’s protective by nature, but has no intention of entirely coddling you. He needs to be able to trust you before he actually opens his heart to you.

At one point it had seemed like a stupid, foolish idea, asking you to come live with him once he’s gotten what he wanted from Valentine.

But your gaze often lingers on him, and a bitter look crosses your face when you talk about what will happen when the SBR is over.

You realized you wouldn’t be seeing him nearly as often as you had hoped, even though he’d be staying in the states, given the nature of your job.

But he’ll be set for life once he’s fulfilled his end of the deal. It would be easy for him to take you with him. Too bad he’s terrible at actually talking about his feelings. Even though you’ve been in an unofficial relationship for some time now, he’ll struggle to discuss what the two of you actually are, and what he wants with you.

If you want to go with him, you will have to say something first.

Axl RO: You’ve known him for a long time, being the only person he ever really talks to after his great sin. He won’t talk about it, even to you. You already know he’s made a terrible, unforgivable mistake that will haunt him for the rest of his life.

Once when he was young he said he would become a musician. You’d travel around, and he’d get rich doing what he loved, and life would’ve been good for the two of you.

You were newly married when he was enlisted into the army.

He came back different.

Didn’t talk to you, didn’t look at you either. You worried he was going to drink himself to death at a young age.

He only ever confessed to you once, when the voices from his newly manifested stand got too loud to bear on his own anymore.

As he expected, it disturbed you to hear what he had done.

He thought you would leave. Instead, you quietly thanked him for telling you, and said you’d feel more comfortable spending the night away from him. You just needed some time to think.

Neither of you talk about it. That guilt haunting him every single day was probably a heavy enough of a punishment. That wasn’t something you could forgive, but you didn’t need to remind him of that.

You live a much quieter, idle life than you had once dreamed of when you and Axl were young. Despite everything, he’s still someone you’re comfortable around, somehow. And, well…you can’t bring yourself to leave him alone. You’ve been together long enough now that you can’t imagine a life without him.

He doesn’t sleep well. Usually doesn’t sleep at all, if he can help it. When he does, he has terrible nightmares.

He doesn’t like to talk about it, and he won’t say anything but…he does appreciate when you try to stay up with him when he can’t sleep.

-

I wish Axl RO got more attention in the manga. My faves were probably Magenta Magenta and Wekapipo, but Blackmore is also super cool.

[sunnies-theory-of-happiness]

Super Spectacular 250 Follower Event!

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“The frogs love to hop around on the lily pads. They make the cutest sights ever!” A moodboard★ Send in a character of your choice from a fandom in the intro post, and I'll make a moodboard for them!!

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“It's said that at the very bottom of the pond is a magic mirror that reflects the true nature of your soul...” What reminds me of you★ Drop an ask and I'll include something that makes me think of you!!

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WOW. 250... this feels so unreal honestly😭😭 the story of how i joined tumblr is kinda mediocre lmao. basically, it was the only social media website that was accessible on my school computer, so i set an account up with my school email(for confidential reasons). why? because i had, and still have, a lot of thoughts. especially interest related!! but most of my irls dont listen and i have lots of limitations for posting on whatsapp. so i decided to put my thoughts, fandom and non-fandom, onto here!! a blog for anyone that wants to hear me out★ then i got into rp and started making online friends, finding people i admired(cough @/artist-kreating-stuff and @/catihere cough), and soon, tumblr wasnt just a place for me to put my thoughts. it was like a second home. somewhere i really connected with. since then, ive made more friends and found more people that i look up to and am too scared to approach off anon, and it's been fun!!! ive been here for... eight months? seven to eight months. ive made memes, theories, etc. and i have no regrets :) love you guys so so much, hope youre all doing fine, and remember, im always right beside you in spirit, offering you hugs and love<3

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[iraprince]

do u have any advice for those that want to run a quest?

it feels a LEETLE silly answering this when all my own are currently on hiatus bc i got busy (SORRY TO CALLIST0 READERS LOL) BUT!!! yes i do. i have only ever run quests/interactive comics on the site questden, so i guess as a baseline this will kind of all be geared towards that, but i think most of this should translate to any hosting situation

you have to be cool with your plots branching and mutating in unexpected ways, and you have to be willing to play ball with your readers. quests are a collaboration between the author and the audience. it often feels a lot like gming a tabletop campaign (and that's the origin!! questden, specifically, was originally an offshoot of /tg/.) -- we've all had or heard about bad GMs who view their position as that of a narrative dictator who exists to punish and prod a captive group of players thru their own personal novel, but a good GM is interested in telling stories as a group. u have final say and have to stay true to the important stuff abt ur story, but if u get mad or frustrated when ur readers want to explore something "off topic" or aren't following the threads of ur narrative the way u expected them to, u don't actually want to run a quest, u just want to make a webcomic w mandatory comments. (the flip side of this is: consider if the story u want to make is the right one for an interactive quest. if it is REALLY important to u that the plot beats of a story go a certain way, maybe save it for a medium where u have more control!)

keep it loose and fast. the art does not matter. i am rly guilty of not following this one, but i still think it's really important! one of the things i like best about quests is the barrier to entry is very low and you SHOULD be able to start and maintain one very quickly. if i were better at keeping my art scrabbly and sketchy and loose, my stuff would not go on hiatus as often as it does. draw fast! it's NICE if the art is gorgeous to look at and definitely will draw readers, but it's way better if the art is simple enough that you can update frequently and without much stress. the quality of ur writing + character building, and whether u are telling a story that's engaging and that ur readers feel meaningfully involved in, is 100000x more important than the art.

on the more nitty gritty side: try to have a hook in each update. one of the most common reasons suggestions die off is readers being unsure of what they're supposed to do next. sure, too much spoonfeeding could end up feeling like railroading, and you don't have to end every single update by getting right in their faces and yelling "WHAT DO YOU DO NEXT??", but when you finish an update try to take a second to put yourself in a reader's shoes and see if there's an obvious next step. is there a course of action to decide on/debate, are there clear questions they can ask an npc, etc -- i can't think of a great way to describe it, but you want to avoid ending an update on a note where the player character and readers are basically sitting there looking at each other like "um... okay. that's that, then." some ppl even just end all their updates w multiple choice options, which is a super simple way to keep things moving if it fits the style of what ur doing. if you don't want it to be that overt but you still can't think of a way for there to be a clear hook, you can at least try to leave a little nudge in the narration that invites the readers to try to tie whatever they've just done/learned back into the pc's main goals/motivations or current tasks. (on this subject, VERY useful for your main character to have a very specific goal or end destination that everyone is on the same page abt. it's harder for your plot to lose momentum if you can always point at what your readers are supposed to be moving toward!)

finally: KEEP UPDATING EVEN IF YOU GET VERY FEW/NO SUGGESTIONS. it's a niche genre. questden is a small website. it's hard to get people to read something new, especially if it's in a new and unfamiliar format (and especially especially when it's on a website that looks like a chanboard lmao). picking up readers takes a long time, and a lot of people lurk without suggesting (ESPECIALLY if it's a difficult/plot-important decision, and also especially in the opposite, if it's a very obvious next step and someone else has already commented what most ppl would say). it's very tempting to want to wait for more suggestions bc u "only" have one or two, and then that wait becomes stagnation, and then you're frustrated and u end up dropping the quest bc "nobody cares." instead u just have to push thru!!!! u only have two suggestions and u wish u had more? maybe next update u'll get more. u have NO suggestions and u feel like that means ur quest is dead in the water? NOPE! the solution is to update again, bc maybe ppl with latch on more and have something to say in the next scene. the more u update ur quest, the more u'll be able to talk abt it (and maybe get more readers), and specifically in the case of questden the more ur thread will be bumped to the front page. think abt how many times you've seen ppl talking abt a webcomic or a book and thought "i need to check that out eventually...." but it takes months for you to actually do it. 99.9999% of the time, ppl need to see something MULTIPLE TIMES before they check it out!! most readers do not come from clicking something the very first time they see it!! i know it can feel lonely and discouraging, but u owe it to ur art and the stories u want to tell to keep trying, even if engagement is very low at first, otherwise you're killing it before it's even had a chance. like, get shameless about it. ask your buddies to comment on your quest. but give that horse a few really good whacks before you decide it's dead!! i think that's my main thoughts. if you have any more specific questions i'm happy to help if i can! but also i think you'll learn the most by just jumping in and fucking around. quests are easy to pick up and easy to drop, and imo do really well as a playground where u test different ways to draw and tell stories, so might as well just get messy.

[nerdy-chocomallow]

Unpopular opinion, a friendship between Marinette & Lila would've been rlly interesting. In a way, Lila could've been a foil to Alya in that she's a realist to her idealism & more morally gray but ultimately focused on reality whereas Alya's righteousness gives her tunnel vision.

Maybe instead of putting tension between Marinette & Lila, it could've been between Lila & Alya as they played devil and angel on Marinette's shoulder. Lila could've also brought a perspective & advice that's different from the other lawful good influences in Mari's life, i.e. master fu & tikki.

9, honestly this idea is super creativity and I agree. I believe Marinette and Lila rivalry is completely unnecessary honestly, it just Marinette preaching to her friends that Lila is a liar and that she telling the truth while Lila makes everyone around her dumber for the plot. Their rivalry is based on the most pettiest reason and I truly believe if Marinette just kept her hero life and civilian life separate and not try so hard to expose Lila to the point where she looks like a complete asshole to her classmates and if Lila just didn’t take things to extreme that quickly, this rivalry would never happen. And even then, Marinette could like Lila in the canon if Lila wasn’t interested in Adrien, that’s what led to her following Lila and exposing and humiliating her, then Lila being a full on villain probably wouldn’t happen then again, Lila should learn not to keep grudge. So in other words, they’re both in fault of this rivalry at one point to another.

Okay, I’m getting off topic here just a bit, Lila and Marinette being friends would not only be interesting but also help the show a lot in certain areas. And this would serve Lila and Alya being foils to each other a lot more, so yeah I agree with this take.

[spoiler-alert-andabunchofnumbers]

Anyone else start as a fanfic writer then started writing your own original ideas, and the best way to do it is to write your drafts like fanfiction of your own work? Like that's the only way I get stuff done.

I write a story with the characters I like, write an arc with facts about the world and characters as it becomes relevant, no real point to the scenes except me having fun with a scene I happen to be enjoying. I take a character I wanna have fun with, say "Go do that important thing so we have a plot while you show off how cool you are", then add random ideas that sound generic but fun to act as story beats. They went to a town, they got beat up by monsters, they discovered a super power, they make friends.

I take breaks between writing the story to obsess over other stuff, then come back when I have an epiphany in the shower a month later and quickly resolve the current arc in order to jump them into the next one. Like, there's still continuity, they mention "Hey we just went through something, wanna talk about your feelings?" "Not really man, wanna go on a quest for that Macguffin and uncover our deep-seated issues that way?" "Sure!" But the story follows a barely-connected story beat with side characters and new world building for the new adventure. And then this happens over and over.

Then I come back, one day.

I'm 600 pages into this Sysphian writing style of starting arcs that have barely any organization yet undeniable continuity and I think to myself, "Man, what if I just start the whole thing over now that I know where the story KINDA goes." So I start writing my second draft...like it's a fanfic of my original draft. I can do whatever the hell I want with these quirky facts about the characters, maybe translate one hobby into a backstory, take this tragic fact about the backstory and make it into an actual trait that defines how they react to situations, take these two characters that would TOTALLY get along and make them friends, I can take a character who should be getting introduced way later and just introduce them now!

And then it's...it's good? It's something I would genuinely read without cringing at??

It's got foreshadowing and interpersonal conflict and secret passions and even more secret traumas and it's humorous and the introduction of characters or quests actually seem to...make sense??? Like oh shit there's actually a REASON we want this thing, it's not a Macguffin anymore! Oh crap these two characters who were later revealed to be related can have a really interesting dynamic if I introduce them like they know from the beginning they're related instead of dropping it like the most casual thing ever in an arc 300 pages later??? These two characters are prominent figures so they would likely get along but have SO much sass between their one braincell. Ya know, this guy would be a really great guy for them to talk to in order to solve that weakness they have, but they wouldn't fix it because they don't get along. OH MY GOD I COULD SHIP THESE TWO AND IT WOULD BE PERFECT -

And what I get is a story where a lot of things have changed, mainly plot-wise, but the bare bones of the former story is still there. I think "Would this character know anything about this topic?" and then think "Well I made them an inventor with a backstory like this, so maybe they wouldn't know it directly, but they'd know a famous story about it" or "Yeah, that knowledge works with their backstory. Actually, if I take that thing I can expand it into this whole other thing. Wait, that means they would definitely know this other character. Oh, they would NOT get along with this character, how can I get THEM in the same room?"

Bonus, because my draft is so long, I feel the natural urge to be like "I wanna write the most exciting scene RIGHT NOW, how do I skip over all the fluff to get to the stuff I wanna WORK with" and so I've written a way more interesting hook that feels more natural jumping into the middle of their lives. I don't have to have the long-winded backstory from birth to the present, but now I can have them reference their backstory as more of a mystery to the characters they just meet - who are learning at the same time as the audience. I can think about how this character perceives that backstory and chooses to describe it, how another who was related might see it differently, and make it unclear who had the more accurate recounting since, ya know, I didn't actually write it beat for beat in this version!

The characters sometimes evolve into something completely different from my original telling - and I have NO IDEA how but I'll take it man! I had a shy and nice character get introduced as a more mysterious but knowledgeable and competent character because I had finally figured his personality out later on. He's still a tragic and kind person, but now he's being introduced to someone who doesn't know him and I get to see how yo he would be so much cooler if THIS was the side of him we saw FIRST. This is how he acts to strangers, rather than bearing his heart and true personality on the first go around because in the first draft I just wanted to get to the part where we're already going with his true version.

This is just how I write fanfiction. This character had this thing about them, but what if it was introduced like THIS?!

Basically I'm an AU OC writer at heart. Ask me to pull a story outta my ass and you'll get the equivalent of burnt toast, but ask me to write a fanfic of my own characters and I am a Master Chef in my natural habitat making a buffet. Why does my brain work like this? Am I the only one that does this?

[jitterbugjive]

some writing advice I gave a friend that I thought I'd share...

There is no such thing as an inherently bad writing topic or trope. Literally ANYTHING can be done well or terribly depending on who's writing and how they are writing it. Nothing should be 'off limits' as a absolute writing no-no. Some people just hate some tropes more than other people and think it's the trope that's bad rather than the writing, which isn't true. I can promise you literally anything you can think up as bad writing, someone out there did it really damn well. it's how you get things like One Punch Man and The Hero is Overpowered but Overly Cautious Genre is really important in factoring in how a trope is used and how well it will work within the narrative. The previous two mentioned for example are comedies, so having hilariously overpowered characters is part of the fun of it-- but even then with characters that seem to have no limit, there are ways to make fights interesting and engaging even though you know who is obviously going to win. The writing that makes it good is how everything reacts to these overpowered characters, and how they have to find challenges in ways that go beyond brute power. Like One Punch Man facing off a super fast villain he can't punch, but one punch would still kill the villain, which gives a huge epic fight with an anticlimactic end which rather than feeling disappointing, is still the climax of a joke so the fight feels worth it. in Overly Cautious Hero meanwhile, you have an isekai where gods are tasked with summoning people from earth to send them to save other planets, and a god in training is given what is known as an "S tier" planet which means the monsters are insanely powerful. So she goes through stats after stats to find the perfect person with the best stats, and finds this guy who is the sort of player to stock up 99 of every item and train until they can one shot everything in the area but while he's obliterating everything, you are shown how dangerous and powerful the things are that he's defeating, so you still feel a sense of danger as things go more and more out of control and even though it's a comedy, they reveal an incredibly tragic reason why his stats and personality are the way they are. 'playing it safe' is usually what attributes to writing that doesn't quite feel alive, it just follows the beats and the rules and doesn't try to stand out in any way. so here's how you have an OverPowered character and keep it balanced You find ways to challenge them anyways, work around their power, give them weak points and vulnerabilities they still need to overcome and let them effect the world in significant ways. question what the cost of defeating an extremely powerful foe entails because something that powerful has to attribute to the overall power balance of the world and when that is gone there's undoubtedly going to be a vacuum for a bit. don't make all costs personal costs because sometimes the cost of one's actions is the results of those actions, it's not always about someone needing to knowingly make a sacrifice. And finally, the world is unfair. It's not an equivalent exchange between actions and reactions, some reactions are bigger or smaller than expected, better or worse, underplayed or overplayed. You can have all the right intentions and take all the correct actions and things can still go horribly wrong because no one can truly control what will happen in any moment.

[anthroposeen]

tmagp 13 relisten notes!!

there are spoilers for episode 13 below the cut!

celia:

- admits to sam that she asked alice for advice and general information about him. this implies she has a pretty friendly relationship with alice (evidenced by alice buying her a mocha) and seems relatively unthreatened by her past with sam so far.

- "no one, im mysterious" -> evidence for her not being from this dimension, if no one can give a lot of information about her

- reveals jack is her baby! (not followed by a glitch)

- says the past couple years "since the move" (between dimensions?) were weird for her

- believes the incidents they work with are real, and im certain shes in the same boat as the audience rn, trying to categorize them with background knowledge that isnt accurate anymore

sam:

- easy to make blush, doesnt know how cute he is, is an overachiever, obsessive, a but repressed, nosy, kind of a recluse, and very easy to wind up

- gifted kid syndrome poster child; he seems to view being turned away by the magnus institute as the beginning of his rejection streak (not admitted to oxford, didnt get first, got fired from his legal firm). i think this will be a major point in his motivations and a fear of rejection and need for validation is going to drive him to receive the greatness he wants (and believes he has earned). i can already see a corruption arc brewing for him, poor thing

- did NOT tell celia about his experiences in the institute or what his "incident" was (referring to lena's interview where she asked him what the worst thing he's seen/experienced was). this isnt super sketchy considering its a first date, but is interesting since he was the one who wanted "all the baggage" out early

- he doesn't want to accept that the incidents are real, but i think he does believe in them. he brought the topic up to celia and has asked alice about it before too, so he may be aware that the incidents are real, but is unwilling to fully conceptualize what that means for himself and his world view

- says that alice doesnt love the idea of him seeing celia, which means he may have picked up on her feelings for him

gwen:

- feels guilty over instigating the mr.bonzo incident -> whats really interesting is that she doesnt threaten to quit or not be involved, she accepts that she gas another email to look through and another external to interact with, but it seems to upset her

- she asks lena why this (externals and mr bonzo murder) is happening, implying that she can stomach the work if its for a reason

lena:

- gives gwen the ABCs of genre-awareness:

- this dimension also has "opposing forces- most of them meaning to be harmful.

- these "forces" need to be "balanced" and controlled in order to maintain order in the world/system -> still working off of a smirke-esque theory that retaining balance will keep the world secure. i dont know if she means balance between forces of good and evil or forces in the supernatural sense

- says the OIAR is managing the bad guys, as in monitoring their actions and directing externals to "balance" things

alice:

- actually offended that sam doesnt want to share information with her and isnt having a good time knowing sam and celia are seeing each other

- tells sam "he cant prove anything" about the cases being real, but doesnt tell him hes wrong

- i would fling myself from a sky scraper for you, miss dyer, but please never say bussin or fire again

- "stop trying to make an impact" -> the more she tells sam to cut the x-files shit out, the more she stops protesting his suspicions. her scolding has gone from "nothing is going on, chill out" to "sure, theres a conspiracy, but we are paid to ignore it"

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alice/sam's past:

- dated at uni, previously stated they were together for several years. it seems to have been a decent split since they stayed in contact afterward.

- sam was there for her when her parents died, but lost contact after

- she contacted him w the OIAR job details after he made an exceptionally pathetic vague post

incident:

- centered around gambling and self harm to achieve success- this draws ties to episode 2 (self harm) and episode 9 (luck). i expect this is more aligned with ep 9, as the self harm seems to be in the interest of changing his odds/luck, and the incident is primarily about gaining external success, not physical change. though, ep 2 could be a personal experience with ink5oul that is not representative with their "force"

- the narrator of this statement was quick to actively sacrifice his own well being to achieve better luck, which is a pretty stark contrast to other people who looked to harm other people in their own interest (violin guy and dice guy, i forgot their names sorry!!)

- zorro trader may be a reoccurring organization in relation to gambling

- the narrators options for his debt were to either pay it back or have a personal adjustment, once he completes the voicemail he is transferred to the adjustments apartment, which was not an option on the original call log and something he did not request

- he is promptly adjusted :)

- i think this could be related to the theme of keeping balance, since the incident narrator claims it isnt wrong to play with the loophole, and it ends with him getting what he owes, which is a nice connection to lena's explanation of the OIAR's purpose

glitches/lies:

- "im happy you're happy", alice (she is not happy that sam is with celia!!)

extra comments:

- i really didnt expect an explanation of the OIAR and its position in this so early, and im surprised lena was the one to reveal it. this exposes that shes pretty open with the staff she feels are on a need-to-know basis, and it also changes my expectations for how we'll come across a big reveal in this series, since information is being given in a more open way

- i think alice and celia definitely know something but in opposing ways- acting as foils to each other with sam (information seeker) in the middle. celia knows about how the fears work in the tma dimension, and alice knows why and what the OIAR are really doing- together, they solve the puzzle that sam is trying to piece together.

[frangipanilove]

Some very early first impressions coming out of ComicCon….

First up, from the 10 minute preview…

This is Carol letting the people at the car workshop seen in 1x6 know where to find their friend. She tells them he’s in an old Dodge.

Which is factually incorrect.

He’s in the trunk of a blue Ford Mustang, as I’ve written about extensively (here, here, here and here for example). A blue Ford Mustang with license plates that specifically point to episode 5x2...

...which is when Carol and Daryl saw Officer Lichari’s Dodge Magnum, which they followed into Atlanta, and eventually found Beth.

Why is Carol spreading misinformation and fake news?

For symbolism, is why. For symbolism reasons.

How very weird that out of all car brands she could have mistakenly mentioned, she mentioned a Dodge! Weird, because I’ve also written extensively about symbolism around Dodge cars for years (here, here and here, for starters). Because I’m theorizing that Beth was left in the trunk of Officer Lichari’s Dodge Magnum, which, as I mentioned, was the car Carol and Daryl followed into Atlanta, which eventually led them to find Beth.

What a super weird coincidence, it’s almost like TPTB wishes to confirm that the theories around the Mustangs and the Dodges are...plausible, at the very least. I won't claim that TPTB are reading my posts, surely they have better things to do, but for what it's worth, it earns a side-eye from me...👀

The Dodge and the Mustang cars are part of a constellation of symbols that at one point in season 5 led Carol and Daryl to Beth. And if I'm right, they might do so again.

I wouldn't be surprised if a small tsunami of posts on these topics came out of this account in the foreseeable future...

The second thing I wanted to mention was this tweet by Sarah Rowan:

So according to this tweet, it was revealed during the panel that season 3 of Daryl Dixon will film on various locations around Spain. We already knew this, and I’ve written a bunch of post on potential interesting things about Spain. Judging by Sarah’s tweet, Galicia was mentioned specifically, along with a handful of other locations, and it definitely earns another side-eye from me, because what can we find in Galicia again?

Oh yeah, Santiago de Compostela, which was name-dropped in TWDDD season 1, is in Galicia. I’ve written at least four posts about how that's potentially interesting for TD (here, here, here and here). It could potentially tie into the “Green Route” mentioned on Morgan’s wall in “Clear”...

...and it could potentially tie into an overarching theme of “pilgrimage” seen in TWDU (keep in mind that the working title of TWDDD season 1 was “Pilgrim”).

And I will never be able to unsee Daryl pointing out San Sebastián on a map in TWDDD 1X1, which is interesting because San Sebastián is literally the starting point for the “Green Way/Green Route” to Santiago de Compostela.

So, welcome to Galicia guys!

It’s still very early and this is just pure speculation based on very little, but as I always say, the off-season is for speculation. No harm in a little healthy theorizing.

[fantasywr1te]

IMPORTANT FYI POST

I just want to get the following off my chest since there seems to be a lot of discussion today of these topics on the dash.

I write mostly trans-masc muses because I myself am trans masc. Due to lack of funds and because I am living in Trump's America I have not undergone any physical transitions. However I would love to not have breasts -- a fact you can see translated when I write my trans muses as having top surgery scars. I tend to use the word c.vnt when referring to their private parts because such terminology is what I'm familiar with. Some of my trans male muse would be okay getting pregnant, some wouldn't. I tend to write trans masc muses the most because I resonate with their gender & experience. I love and adore women but I am forced to pretend to be one for the sake of safety when at work and out in public so when it comes to my hobbies I rarely portray femme muses because I feel like I need a break from pretending to be a woman. This does not mean I hate women! Please don't make wild assumptions about me like that. I do write some femme muses on a superhero multimuse I have and also on vampiheir.

2. Some people ruffle their feathers when reading this rule (see screenshot) regarding my Japanese muses (Kenichi here & Shinobu on vampiheir). The reason I had to make this rule is because I had a user I had 0 common mutuals with send me hostile DMs back when I wrote Zuko from ATLA. She basically accused me of being racist because my rules stated I was uncomfortable interacting with people who used Ian Ousley as a faceclaim because it is unclear if he is native or not (Sokka is a native character). She insisted that Ian was native. I did my own research and it was unclear if he was native or not... I reached out to some native RP helpers who have a sort of 'ask a native person' RP help server and explained the situation to them. They agreed it was unclear Ian if Ian is native or not and that it would be okay if I maintained my rule of not interacting with people who used him as a faceclaim. Because I refused to interact with the angry DM person's hostile messages she vagued about me, a friend of hers vagued about me. A friend of hers also tried to follow me multiple times despite me blocking them. Additionally while looking for images of a faceclaim for Zuko I accidentally liked a post made by a KRP. A different user saw me like that post and vague about me and about how awful she felt white people are. The above reasons is why I've limited to processing feedback regarding BIPOC muses from mutuals only. I love to learn and appreciate constructive criticism.

3. Connected to the above, as an autistic person, Japan, China & Korea have been special interests of mine for a long time. I like to joke that I've gotten the 'I obsess over very specific things autism instead of the super smart math whiz autism.' I've taken classes in Japanese, Korean & Mandarin and have taken a few East Asian history classes. I often research things on my own time and am continuing to study Japanese. I am not perfect, I know research will be an ongoing process for me, and I know as a white person I will spend my whole life unpacking internalized racism my position as a white person has granted me with. I know mistakes can be unavoidable and would like to be given a chance to learn from mistakes instead of ranted and raved about in negative ways.

4. I know that my multimuse (fantasywr1te) could use some more visibly BIPOC characters. It is something I am working on but I am really slowing down and taking my time. When I add characters I want them to be fleshed out, not just random faces for the sake of diversity (I do think diversity is important!)

5. Also just because I don't talk a lot about politics on my RP blogs doesn't mean I'm a bootlicker. I'm pro-Gaza, irl I'm an art teacher who uses musuem backed resources to teach students about female, BIPOC & LGBT+ artists, I often make protest art on my personal blue sky and I have donated to mutual aid funds. I don't talk about it a lot here because RP is my break space and I also don't feel like I need to brag about doing the bare minimum (I'm just attempting to be a decent human being after all).

Do with this information what you will. If you chose to block me please block me on all of my blogs so I don't accidentally follow you.

Happy Thursday,

Nika.

[storkmuffin]

Hello again! I really love picking your brain and hearing your perspective on Seonghwa since he is one of the most interesting idols I’ve ever experienced so any and all information you have harbored and would like to share, I would love to read about!

His onstage persona and offstage persona are so different, which I am sooo glad you brought up along with the voice change. That’s originally why I mentioned why I’m in the in between about him and being actually queer or not since I know at the end of the day to some degree he has a job to maintain and popularity is part of that. He also comes across very clever so maybe the cynical reasoning has some weight to this discussion in terms of standing out. I guess I am just genuinely curious about the general perception of Seonghwa especially in Korea versus their very large international base of fans that feen off of the mlm fan service. How Seonghwa presents himself is very intriguing and makes me naturally curious of who he is since it seems like he has many interesting layers.

I’m getting off topic but he has also posted tidbits of the community like flags and such but I wish idols in general could be more open about their support or truly being in the community rather than leaving crumbs for people to make assumptions but in the same breath I understand and respect their boundaries of privacy since so much of themselves is up for display to the public so keeping what part of their life that they can to themselves is completely understandable.

To sum it up, I think Seonghwa is a very very intriguing person to be in the spotlight and I really love his progression and can’t wait to see what the future beholds for him and his members! Thank you for openly sharing your opinion and answering my questions so thoroughly! I hope I didn’t impose at all and I look forward to you posting more about Seonghwa!

I really appreciate the chance to go off about Ateez! It's not an imposition !!

Paying attention to kpop is basically like choosing to follow a sport, for Koreans. Kind of how if you're a men's baseball team fan, you will probably have no idea wtf is going on in the women's volleyball world, right? Just like sports, there are going to be people who become 'breakout stars' and become famous with the general public- Suzy comes to mind.

Ateez, as a band, has gotten mainstream news coverage for their Billboard success and being invited to perform at important American festivals and stuff, but the Korean general youtube public will put comments underneath those news clips going, Who the heck is this? By contrast, everyone knows who Yunchan Lim the pianist is, even if they don't really listen to classical music.

Because of this, I don't know if there IS a 'general perception' of Seonghwa or what he's doing. Seonghwa is a major deal to the fans of Ateez that will compete to the death to go to the fan meetings or concerts or music show recordings, but he's not a generally famous person.

The MLM fanservice is considered just the for-girls version of having the very slender girl pop singers wear super tight short skirts and doing twerking movements for their male fans. It's catering to the twin and contradictory needs of the boy idol fandom: they want to see the boys 'doing' romance and flirting, but not for real (bc homophobia), and not with women (bc it breaks the self-insert fantasy). It's sort of the compromise the industry came up with, to have the guys play at romantic connection with each other. My general impression is that previous generations of pop idols didn't like that this was being asked of them but from 4th Gen onwards, either they started looking for people who would tolerate it or the performers just accepted this as part of the job. The public narrative is that because the 'most perverse' women fans who spend the most money on Idols want this weird thing, the performers have to take it on as a cost of doing business, but everyone in every boy band is a super straight guy who wants to marry a woman and have 2.5 kids. It's a 2-for-1 attack, actually, of homophobically erasing queer signalling and queer people being in the arts or public figures AND misogynistically expressing contempt for women who like content that isn't catering to straight men.

[faewrenbird]

Following based off the Miquella v. Mohg Wars post. 😅

As a Mohg defender, dear god the amount of insufferability makes me hate Miquella's character even more. With the amount of hostility shown toward Mohg it leads me to believe Miquella's way worse.

I'm sure the other side thinks the same of "team Mohg." But Mohg ultimately isn't the final boss, is he?

-Deep Breath-

I honestly don't believe Mohg was wholly good. Nor was Miquella wholly evil. But the amount or hatred toward Mohg is at a point where, imo, it's cruel. And does carry an air of "victim blame" akin to "the Hornsent deserved it."

Likewise, Miquella's intentions may have been good. But the glossing over of the evils he did to get what he wanted is gross. And a little disconcerting...

Mohg might not have been a good guy. But... Ultimately he did deserve better. As Ansbach says. And I really hate how that message sort of flew over peoples heads.

I try not to let the fandom poison my perception of any of the characters, so I don’t hate Miquella by any means, but for some reason the two most worn out topics of debate in this fandom are Mohg v Miquella and Radahn x Miquella. And to me it really does feel sincerely bizarre for there to even be debates there at all. Try as I may, I can’t wrap my head around it. And I think maybe it’s just…people getting too entrenched in fandom/lore that they forget the context of the entire game?

There’s just absolutely nothing in the game that is ever established as good or evil. Arguably the Flame of Frenzy, I suppose? But even then, is it true evil to purge a world that’s so corrupted that it’s unrecognizable? Okay, there’s the Dung Eater, that’s probably as close to true evil as we get—and even then, the idea is to make everything fully corrupted so that it’s the standard and thus nothing is corrupted. “If everyone’s a super, no one is” type of thing.

The whole entire endeavor and struggle of the game is us playing as a person touched by the corruption who is fighting against corruption to become the master of it and decide what to do with that corruption. Spread it? Eradicate it and start new? Contain it? Convert it? Ignore it?

How can you look at the major themes of the game and think that anything in it is concrete black and white, good and evil? The demigods represent the initial struggle against the corruption and subsequent failure to do shit about it. We’re forced to look in the face of each of their failures, and that’s supposed to influence us on what we choose to do to try not to be another failed attempt to change fate.

Mohg is interesting because his method to change things was to subjugate the forces of corruption and cleanse it all in blood. I think maybe this imagery (goat man, blood sacrifice = Satan) lends people to have a really negative perception of him. But if you look at blood neutrally, it’s not something evil or grotesque, it’s the life force of all living things (which I personally believe the Formless Mother represents). Mohg is calling for a return to that nature, that connection. And that is extremely far from evil!!!

The problem is that he wasn’t exempt from the effects of this “corruption,” so his goals of course take on a sinister edge. Blood, which could have been holy and obtained through non-murderous means, becomes acquired only through murder.

Never is this more apparent to me than in the distinction between the Pureblood Knights and the Bloody Fingers. The Knights seem like an older faction of Mohg’s, from a younger time when blood was revered, when the worship and intentions of it were pure. But Mohg became twisted and it reflects in the Bloody Finger descriptions and how they became murderous and frenzied because of his own tainted blood.

And these are things that existed before Miquella’s influence, or at least overlapping later with it.

This is getting stupid long so I won’t psychoanalyze Miquella and peel apart his themes but he’s a corrupted failure, too. We actually get to see the stages of his corruption in detail, unlike any other demigods. He had good and innocent intentions, but slowly became warped enough that he was okay with abandoning his heart and ability to love (potentially through violent means aka pushing her off a cliff). And it just so happens that his brand of corruption benefitted real damn well from Mohg’s. He took advantage of Mohg’s corruption with his own, their good goals complimenting each other. Mohg wants purity, Miquella can make purity happen. But the desire for purity becomes obsession, and the power of purity becomes manipulation.

All that rambling to say that Mohg wasn’t a saint when Miquella charmed him. Miquella wasn’t either! They were both just already twisted beyond recognition and, unfortunately for Mohg, Miquella had the upper hand.

I think that Ansbach, while clearly biased, saw beyond the impurities that infected Mohg. In fact, he seems incredibly adept at seeing through to the heart of things. He recognized Mohg for his desire for purity and his reverence towards the warmth that connects people rather than dividing them (which is actually quite ironic when compared to Morgott, they actually end up being the inverse of one another in a subverting expectations sort of way but ahem that’s a different convo). Ansbach supported that part of Mohg, and supported his goals too! But he didn’t support the way his goals got twisted and corrupted.

He’s right. Mohg did deserve better. Although, I truly believe that could be said for all of the demigods. None of them asked to be turned into the monsters they became. None of them wanted the world to be destroyed. None of them wanted to lose themselves, and that’s the real tragedy of it all. Every single demigod is already dead when we reach them. The people they once were and all of their good intentions are already dead, including Miquella and Prime Consort Radahn.

It’s supposed to gut us. It’s supposed to show us the cost of failure and just how fucked up this world is. It’s supposed to be a warning that we could be no better. It’s supposed to enforce that we are the only hope left for anything but this.

And when we stroll our asses up to the Elden Beast, it’s supposed to be with the fury and vengeance and loss of ALL of those demigods.

There’s no good and evil. There’s literally only a struggle against a cosmic power and the infection it spread on a once normal world.

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THOUGHTS ON THE LATEST YELLOWJACKETS EPISODE????

LMAO

whew this episode was a fucking ride huh

I definitely wasn't expecting Lottie 'Soft-spoken Prophet' Matthews to axe a man in the back of the head but I can't say I'm super surprised. She's obviously experiencing an episode (end of the prev ep she was hearing things that made her paranoid and confused) and it makes sense that after everything they've been through violence is the number one go-to. It's always been their number one go-to. I don't even think Lottie's fully aware of what she did.

But even then, none of the girls are truly scared of her. Gen and Mari get openly snappy with her even while she's covered in a grown man's blood. They all know, on some level, that Lottie wouldn't hurt them. Not in the way Shauna would. So, it's interesting to me that the adult!yellowjackets treated Lottie like the teen!yellowjackets treated Shauna: at arm's length, secretive, distrustful, snappy. Did they start blaming her for further delaying their rescue? But we hear Shauna openly call for killing Hannah and Kodiak too, yet Van, Misty, and Taissa treat her normally.

To be honest, this episode kinda got me eyeing the shaunalottie ship. I think, as a toxic yuri ship, they would've been interesting. More interesting than Shaunahat/ShaunaxMelissa, in my opinion. Shauna and Lottie were friends, we saw that in the pilot and prior to Lottie's mental illness taking full effect. They cared about each other and Lottie certainly continued caring. I don't really count Lottie's obsession with Shauna's son as something to count toward their ship since I take Lottie's 'save our baby' as more of a 'the baby is the teams and wilderness child therefore one of us'.

I really think there was reallyyyyy good potential for a complex, toxic, back and forth relationship between adult!Shauna and adult!Lottie. The set up was there, the context was there. The writers MAJORLY fumbled killing Lottie off so soon. If they weren't sure what to do with adult!Lottie, why not keep her in the psychiatric clinic? Why not have her amass more followers to satisfy the wilderness or drawing the rest of the survivors to her and slowly reverting them back to their younger selves or even agreeing with Other!Tai's belief in killing others to save Van? I definitely think this mistake is going to cost them.

While we know that Shauna is pretty committed to journaling, I do wonder if she began omitting things after they discovered the frog scientists just in case they got rescued? Jeff's expressions while Callie spoke could go 50/50 for he's either horrified that Callie's opinion of her mother is changing or horrified that there's stuff he didn't know. I think the latter is a far more juicy plot point and could set up for the theory that Jeff will eventually die at the hands of Shauna or Callie. Or maybe he snaps and bloodies his own hands to desperately prove he's fully on Shauna's side.

On the topic of the frog scientists... I kinda like Hannah lmao. Kodiak's okay and uhhh Edwin/Edward/Eddie Boy whatever the fuck was alright too. We hear that Hannah sticks around long enough to befriend Gen and Melissa so I assume she takes up a possible healer/medic role for Melissa's wound? There is a chance she's the pit girl from the pilot but (and I could be looking into things here lmao) that girl had really long hair and seemed much slimmer than Hannah. Then again, if she's around long enough for heavy snow to set in, her hair could grow and she could potentially grow hungry.

Hannah's from the outside world and in the promo the girls overwhelm her with questions. It'd make sense for her to have slowly gotten closer to each girl (apart from maybe Lottie for obvious reasons lmao) and Shauna considered that a big enough threat to find a reason to condemn her. If Shauna is the leader for much longer... She hasn't really done shit so far nor was she taking charge of the chases. I think there'll likely end up being a co-ruling since nobody wants to face Shauna's wrath but she hasn't really proved herself.

VAN. I don't think Van is dying this season or she's at least not dying without a failed sacrifice/Taissa sacrificing herself. Also teen!Van immediately wanting to call her alcoholic mother. OUGH. I will say I found it kinda strange that it was Van over Tai desperately wanting to get home. Van was Lottie's first follower, the one urging others to turn to her.

Imo, it would've made more sense for Taissa to have been the one desiring to go home and Van being on the fence. It just feels like another example of Taissa being reduced to just Van's girlfriend this season. Like, at least give her some agency in the teen timeline. Where's her friendship with Shauna? Where's her desire to be a leader? Where's the Taissa who was willing to break another girl's leg just to secure the team a win? S1 was Taissa's best season. Her character fell flat after that.

Ironically, Lottie's one of my favorite characters but I haven't written much for her simply because A) I fear I might not do her justice and B) her sexuality is still up in the air. Most of the time, unless it's obviously stated, I just assume every character is queer lmao.

We know thus far Van, Taissa, and Melissa are lesbians, Shauna (and definitely Natalie and Jackie) is bisexual. Misty is honestly a character I feel like doesn't actually like men she just likes the normalcy/attention/affection that comes with a relationship and she simply does/mimicks what she sees others do to fit in. Lottie seems queer though I feel like she'd be somewhere in the aro spectrum where she doesn't need or strongly desire a romantic relationship and she'd get intimacy in other ways yes I'm thinking about the libido comment.

ANYWAYS! I'm, as always, very invested in the teen timeline and meh about the adult timeline.

[holyblanchett]

I have mixed feelings about Aubrey Plaza but that’s a discussion I am keeping off your account for both of our sanities sake :) agreed tho, if Lady Death ever returns, i dont think it’ll be Aubrey, unless we do get aaa s2 somehow.

I also agree with you that the casting of Aubrey and Kathryn and the fact they just both did really damn good with their characters and dynamic is the main reason people are so okay with letting Disney get away with lacklustre representation. Hell, they still somehow get flowers for it as if the homosexual tension all season to lead to a single kiss (if at all) to lead to one of them dying storyline isn’t a tale as old as time. It’s not that revolutionary and it plays into doomed Yuri and bury your gays and its just straight up not enough anymore in this day and age. Especially in this day and age. But i said I wouldn’t get political here.

Overall im super happy Wandavision and now AAA have made me notice and get into Kathryn Hahn, she is such a joy and i do love an unproblematic fave to get into, I am but a simple faggot after all.

But, and this is also about fandom culture overall, I do see a surprising lack of productive discussion on AAAs problems. People were really mad and then everyone just shut up and was fine because the showrunner said something about cottagecore on a podcast(or article i am not looking that up rn lol).

When we could very well be like No Jac, they didn’t actually live in a cottage because you didn’t write that in your script when you might as well could have. Own up to that Queen. It’s not 2015 anymore, if your queer rep sucks then you gotta take accountability. We deserve better. Always have.

I dunno, I dont like queers as a money maker in media, even tho its actually such an interesting topic too, i could go on forever (clearly). Look guys were so woke! Kind of! A little bit! Don’t look too close and by god, be grateful!

Long Story Short, the more Schaefer tries to sell us this lesbian wives love story epos the less I buy it. Still hoping for season 2 but not optimistic thats actually gonna happen.

Remember kids, Big Corp just wants your money, they dont care about your feeling at the end of the day. Do with that what you will.

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Thank you for sparing us both the future discourse her fans are insane lmao. At the time, it honestly felt like I was the only one upset after the episode aired. If you followed me during that time -- I apologize, I think my crash out lasted like three days 😭 I still refuse to rewatch the show because of the way Jac/Marvel treated their relationship. It is by far one of the worst things I've seen in a long time. And before people come for me, yeah you can cry in my comments about censoring all you want. Jac literally said the reason there wasn't more Agathario was because she didn't think people would actually care. So if you're easily triggered, I would suggest you skip this post cus I'm not arguing with yall in the comments today.

Now back to your point. The bury your gays trope, particularly involving wlw ships plays into decades of exploitation of the queer community. Also let's be real, it's such a cliché and for someone that had queer writers (allegedly) on the show idkw no one told her how detrimental and insulting it is. I honestly wouldn't have been as upset if Agatha had died any other way. But killing her while she's essentially vulnerable and in the arms of the woman she has so much unresolved conflict/feelings with is just nasty work. Jac knew Agatha was supposed to die from the beginning. Which means she could have written it any other way. Hell, the final battle should have been against the Salem Seven and I stand by this.

There's going to come a time when playing both sides isn't going to work. I can only hope that in the future Marvel gets with the times and puts more care into their queer ships. It's what we deserve and we shouldn't settle for anything less.