#why am i even writing these tags nobody is gonna want to see this

[thevondoom62]

Brings Arts Cloud. This figure sucks.

I mean, it looks great! Like, it looks even better than the prototype! So, what's the problem? Well the problem is that the hips feature some of the worst engineering I've ever seen on an action figure. Like, it's stunning. They did nothing there right. Every time I went to pose the figure, the legs would just fall off. Twist the thigh? It falls off. Move the leg forward? You bet that's falling off. Pick the figure up from a pose? It falls off! And if it doesn't, it's only sheer friction between the floating crotch piece and leg keeping it on.

The drop down hips are awful. They go all the way down, which means trying to reinsert the legs becomes a fight in and of itself since they sink into the pelvis, which may I remind you is a loose floating piece for some reason. At this point, Square Enix should stop making toys and stick with making those overproduced bombs they consider video games.

I'm normally a pretty lenient guy when it comes to toys, everybody who reads this blog knows this. I'm willing to overlook some major flaws if I like a figure or even just the character. Especially new ones, I'm very prone to recency bias. At worst, my feelings usually remain middling. I like to enjoy this hobby, y'know?

Now, I "fixed" this problem. Tightened the legs' ball sockets with super glue. Now, I hate doing this with any figure but doing it with one so expensive is essentially playing Russian Roulette, but five of the chambers are loaded. Even if this fixes the problem, I shouldn't have to do that for a figure this expensive! Even if it was a great toy, it'd cost too much! This toy costs double what a copy of Final Fantasy VII Remake costs after shipping and tax! I've paid more, shamefully, but those are aftermarket prices!

Look, don't buy this. Even after the "fix" the legs still fall out sometimes. It's absolutely not worth it. I already knew Bring Arts quality could be iffy first hand after the KH Cloud, but god I love this character. I love the game. It's the only JRPG I've ever played to completion. I wanted this to be decent so much. Not even great. Not even good. Just decent. The worst part is that it could have been great if they just put more thought into the legs. This isn't even getting into the "digital certificate of authenticity" (bullshit code for NFT) they included. Honestly, I think I got what I deserve for preordering even after I knew they were doing that.

I don't know why I wrote all this and why you even read it, because it's all summed up in the beginning for you. This figure sucks.

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

TURN OUT FINE PART 1

logan sargeant x australian!male!driver!reader

PART ONE / PART TWO

summary: being an f1 driver was enough for most people—including your boyfriend—but after he gets dropped mid-season, you decide it's time for something more.

warnings: mild angst, reader isn't particularly interactive, not a lot of writing, mostly told through instagram posts, based on the song turn out fine by henrik

youruser

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youruser i was overthinking

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user1 i love how even when he's struggling he's like priority #1 is humiliate the grid liked by youruser, alex_albon, and others

user2 no don't overthink you're so sexy aha

user3 IS THAT A SOFT LAUNCH???

user4 FR WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABT THIS???

user5 call me crazy but that is a man as well liked by pierregasly, zhouguanyu24, and others

user6 user5 nurse she's out again

user5 YOU'LL SEE

user7 how is his feed still aesthetic when he's depressed AND making fun of people

youruser

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youruser my mama was right

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user8 where did you get that shirt i need it

youruser sorry love, went op shopping and it doesn't have a tag :(

user8 adhggffieyhsldk

user9 i think she's broken

user10 man i would be too if THEEE y/n l/n called me love

user11 user10 🤨

user10 user 11 no babe look away this doesn't concern you

user12 is nobody gonna ask what op shopping is? liked by charles_leclerc, nicorosberg, and others

user13 LMAO NOT THE DRIVERS LIKING THIS AS IF THEY COULDN'T JUST ASK HIM liked by youruser

user14 op shopping is what aussies call thrift shopping!

fernandoalo_oficial am i what the kids call a meme

youruser yes 👍

user15 is that a man in the last slide?

user16 yes? it's y/n?

user15 no i mean with him

user17 i don't think so, i mean y/n doesn't exactly strike me as fruity

user18 user17 you're kidding right? that man could not be gayer if he TRIED

youruser

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youruser chase what you believe in

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user19 go dad!

kimimatiasraikkonen 😐

youruser 🧊🧍‍♂️!!!

kimimatiasraikkonen 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦🍝?

youruser 👍 liked by kimimatiasraikkonen

user20 did they really just make dinner plans in an instagram comments section?

user21 slides 3+4 making me want a y/n.jpg acc :(

user22 WHY IS HE STILL SOFT LAUNCHING

user23 don't be shy dad we'll be nice

user24 no we won't

user25 no we won't

youruser no you won't

yukitsunoda0511 why did you use that photo ?

youruser sorry its my brand to make fun of people

yukitsunoda0511 i made you sushi ???

youruser and i'm very grateful! 🙃

user26 oh he really does not gaf 😭

yukitsunoda0511 user26 🥲

youruser

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youruser it won't happen overnight 🫶

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user27 aww who's the kitty?

youruser smoky!

user28 forget the kitty who are you KISSING? liked by jensonbutton, lewishamilton, and others

user29 user28 lol even the grid dads wanna know

mickschumacher 🫶?

youruser 🫶

mickschumacher 🫶!

user30 what if it's mick??

user31 okay grandma let's get you back to bed

user5 it's defo a driver but i'm thinking logan!

user6 please stop

user5 user6 you're no fun

georgerussell63 IT WAS AN EMOTIONAL MOMENT OKAY

youruser i think your face made that pretty clear but thanks 👍

georgerussell63 i regret agreeing to let you be designated driver

youruser tough luck, you're stuck with me

©thekoalapastriesbakery :: please do not copy or rewrite my work on any platform !!

author's note: second ever smau, i was in a logan mood when i wrote this. part two coming soon!

comments + reblogs appreciated!

credits: pinterest for the photos!

taglist: @raizelchrysanderoctavius @crispysoup318 @op-81-lvr-reblogs @spoonfulofmilo

[sleepingdiaryzzz]

hold on,hold on,Yandere!Conner Kent x reader🙏🏻

(sorry for bothering😭)

U ain't a bother and if anybody tells you that u do, then, they gonna face my pinky, my thumb and my fist they gonna run. 😼🐺🧏🏽‍♀️ nobody messes with my first ever anon 😠👊

Anyways

The night has fallen quietly over Metropolis, the cityscape softened under a blanket of stars. The world feels smaller somehow, contained within the walls of your apartment where Connor sits, angled slightly toward you, his gaze unwavering yet serene. He has that brooding, intense look—a mix of steel and tenderness—that you’ve come to recognize as uniquely his. It’s as though he’s carrying a burden, one he won’t let you see, and yet you feel its weight as if he’s drawn you into his orbit without permission.

“Connor,” you say softly, trying to break the quiet, “you’ve been… around a lot more lately.”

His eyes flicker, something shadowy dancing behind them, a vulnerability he usually keeps hidden. He doesn’t answer right away, just lets his gaze travel over your features as if memorizing every detail. The room feels charged, the air between you like the fine thread of a spider’s web—delicate and unbreakable all at once.

Finally, he speaks, his voice hushed but firm. “I just want to make sure you’re safe. Is that so wrong?”

There’s a faint, haunting cadence in his words, something raw and possessive yet laced with an almost tragic reverence. You feel the intensity radiating off him, a barely restrained storm beneath his calm exterior.

“Nothing could happen to you,” he continues, almost to himself. “Not on my watch. I’d make sure of that.”

You’ve always known Connor’s protectiveness runs deep, but tonight, it feels like there’s something else lurking beneath the surface. An edge, a quiet desperation that clings to the room, thick as fog.

“Connor…” you say his name with a gentle tone, hoping it might pull him out of whatever dark place he’s retreating into. He’s so close now, leaning forward, his hand reaching out as if compelled by some invisible force. When his fingers graze your cheek, his touch is featherlight, as though he fears you’ll vanish.

“If I could keep you here,” he whispers, his tone taking on a dreamy, almost poetic quality, “locked away from the world… I would. Not because I want to take anything from you, but because I… I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you.”

It’s a confession wrapped in longing, and you see the truth of it in his eyes, where constellations seem to burn just for you. There’s something about his gaze that feels eternal, as if the universe itself has handed him the task of guarding you.

“You mean a lot to me,” he says finally, each word slow and deliberate, as though he’s trying to etch them into your soul. “More than you know.”

In that moment, his love feels like an uncharted ocean—beautiful and terrifying, with depths you’re not sure you’re ready to explore. But his sincerity anchors you, and, despite the intensity of his words, you can’t help feeling safe, cocooned in the quiet power of his devotion.

(A/n: is it just me or do you guys also feel suspicious of how I could post every day despite saying I'm too lazy to do so... Maybe my laziness hasn't kicked in yet which is weird and scary considering I'm writing dis rn in front of my 10 homework activities, and yes I am doing it last minute but so what...? I'm too lazy to do all of em and rn I'm don't know what I am talking about... I love yapping but I'm a introvert does it make me a extrovert when i talk too much but not as loud? Guys I'm turning crazy, I need someone to talk to and all my best friends are busy idk why they've been busy since last week....my gf is not replying for like 20 minutes now...im going crazy. Also sorry for spamming the Batfamily tag even though it's not the content I posted, I just feel like it's more famous than the others and also idk how to tag... Though mainly because I'm scared of being a flop hehe...)

[i-loved-silly]

Hii~ This is a bit specific so feel free to tweak around for your liking but, can I request a hurt/ comfort of Mud with a reader that also has the black blood?

Took a week break without writing and now I am SO back. So glad to see a bunch of Mud enjoyers in my inbox, keep them coming ❤️

Warnings maybe? Mentions of blood and injuries, Mud lowkeu yelling at you but he behaves at the end <3

MUD X READER | BLACK BLOOD!

He saw it on a mission.

Like Mel, it was your first time going out with the family. You’d been with Mud for a while now, close enough that Ken finally caved—more out of exhaustion than trust—and let you tag along. However, you were Mud’s responsibility. Not before you proved yourself, though. You handled your weapons well and seemed trustworthy enough. It was a one time thing, Ken threatened.

But fuck, you didn’t think Mud would see. He wasn’t supposed to.

He used to tease you about how careful you were. How your pretty little limbs stayed untouched while his were always knicked and scraped and skinned.

“C’mon, dollface, ain’t love if we ain’t got matching battle scars,” he’d snort. You always brushed it off and refused to bleed. Now he knew why.

The bullet didn’t hit you, just skimmed past your shoulder—but it was enough to slice the skin open. You clutched at it fast, hunching over like you were gonna throw up. Mud didn’t notice at first. He was too busy laughing, reloading his gun, blood still warm and purple on his coat.

“That’ll teach ‘em—fuckin’ amateurs,” he huffed, turning toward you with a smirk. “Y’get scratched up or what?”

You flinched. Just barely. But he caught it.

“Hey, relax,” he said, stepping forward. “That scar’s nothin’. It’ll heal up all pretty—”

“W-wait, Mud!” you cut in fast, hand out. He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes narrowing.

You were shaking.

He’s seen you kill with a clean shot, narrowed eyes, not even a breath out of place. But now you looked like your spine might give out. You looked damn horrified. He wiped his chin.

“What’s goin’ on…?” he asked, voice low.

And then he saw it.

The black blood.

Dripping down your wrist in thick, oily streaks. As dark as ink, something wasn’t right. Then his eyes averted to your bloody shoulder. Black blood.

“Jesus,” Mud muttered, eyes wide. “That’s… that’s not rotling blood.”

You froze, quickly hiding your bloody hand. Still trying to cover the gash, but the damage was done. He’d seen it.

“That’s what you were hidin’ from me,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Shit.” Your breath hitched as he took a step back.

You opened your mouth, closed it again. Useless.

“I’m so sorry,” you breathed.

What would he think of you now? A liar? Untrustworthy? He had more of a reason to kill you now, for fucks sake.

He glanced around. Nobody else was looking. The family was too busy celebrating their kills and making sure no one was left over. They had to get out of here, no one—especially Ken—could see you.

Mud took you by the elbow—surprisingly gentle—and steered you behind the car, shielding you from view. His nervousness was evident on his face, he almost hesitated staying with you in this spot. He kept looking back.

“Hey, dollface… we’re gonna talk about this later, alright? But I don’t want the rest of ‘em seein’ you like this.”

He gestured at the blood streaking your skin, your clothes. You nodded, still too shaken to speak.

He didn’t ask if you were cursed, or blessed. Didn’t start yelling, or ask if you were one of them. It was no use, you were one of them. He lit another cigarette, coming from who knows where. He chewed on it anxiously as he thought about what to do.

“Black blood,” he said, shaking his head. “I oughta be pissed you didn’t tell me… but mostly I’m just wonderin’ how the hell you’re still standin’.”

You looked at him. You weren’t sure what you expected—anger, rejection, fear—but what you got was a half-assed plan. He grabbed a handful of dried gore from the pavement and smeared it across your shirt, rough but deliberate. It was thick enough to cover the black stains. You ignored the burning sensation and instead just stared at him.

“There. Now you look like the rest of us,” he muttered, standing up. “Let’s get back to the shop.”

The ride back was stiff and heavy with silence in the back seat, Mud didn’t let you out of his sight. His thigh stayed pressed against yours in the backseat, lanky palm resting across your knee. He continued his commentary along the ride, bragging about how good his shots were, messing with his brother. He seemed a bit quiet, cold to you during the ride though, maybe you were making it up. Maybe not.

He had his arm around your shoulder by the time you got through the doors of The Whale Belly Butcher Shop, guiding you in. You could smell the iron of the place again, all cut meat and tile cleaner, sawdust thick underfoot, the faint scent of blood. The front was empty, the usual stink of raw fat hanging low over the meat counter. Someone must’ve distracted Ken in the back. You didn’t hear Breadhead either. Mel was already chatting up some customer.

“C’mon, c’mon, this way,” Mud muttered under his breath. You weren’t sure where he was taking you until he took you to the freezer, where he used to sleep before you two were together. You felt goosebumps along your skin as you entered, whether from the cold or your own fear.

He shut the door behind you and locked it.

“You wanna tell me what the fuck that was!?” he exclaimed, pacing once before stopping in front of you. His hands were fidgeting, twitchy, like he didn’t know whether to shake you or hug you.

You swallowed. Your voice cracked. “It’s not—it’s not what you think. I didn’t lie. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

“That you’re a fuckin’ black blood? That you’re not even—not even a rotling? Ya haven’t died once? That you’re the damn reason that prophecy exis—“

“Mud,” you interrupted, barely a whisper. Your throat felt tight and you wanted to run away.

He stopped.

You took a shaky breath, glancing down at your shoulder. The purple blood still mixed in with your dried black blood.

“I’m not trying to hurt anyone. I didn’t even know what it meant until recently. I just—” your voice caught. That was an exaggeration, you had known you were doomed. “I just wanted to stay. With you. And them. I thought if I told you, you’d kick me out. Or worse! Someone would come after us. Fuck, I thought you’d kill me. You’d have every reason to but…I didn’t mean to lie to you. I promise.”

Mud stared at you for a long time, something unreadable passing over his face.

Then finally he stepped forward.

“You think I care about that black sludge in your veins?” he said, voice low and rough. “You think I truly give a shit if you’re human? I should, I really should.”

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

He leaned in, roughly wrapping an arm around your shoulders, your side hitting his. His grip loosened once he had you close.

“You’re mine,” he said, so sure of himself. “I ain’t gonna leave ya because of what’s in your veins. I ain’t gonna tell anyone either. Just…tell me next time. Any secret of yours. Besides,” he leaned in, the smell of smoke hitting your face. “I like ya too much to let ol’ Kenny-boy cut you up into little meat slabs.”

That was supposed to be comforting.

He sat you down on a crate of sealed ice cubes, dropping to his knees in front of you. His hands moved gentle now—peeling away your gore-covered jacket, undoing the shredded sleeve beneath. You winced when the cold hit the wound. The blood had slowed, drying like crust.

Mud hissed softly. “Looks rough. Forgot what it’s like to not heal up instantly. Does it hurt?.”

You nodded. You hadn’t realized how much until now.

He looked up, eyes narrowed. “Let me fix it.”

His fingers were surprisingly careful, fumbling with a stained rag, dousing it in liquor from the flask in his coat pocket. You hissed when the rag touched your skin

“It burns?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Good,” he muttered. “Means yer’ not losing your arm.”

At this you snorted. “It was just a scrape, I didn’t even get shot.”

He said nothing as he wrapped another rag around your arm, but the corner or his mouth twitched. It was good to hear your laughter again. He stayed kneeling when it was done. And for a moment, neither of you spoke. You just watched him. His gaze looked uncharacteristically concerned as he eyes your arm.

“You scared the hell outta me,” he finally said.

“I didn’t mean to.”

“I know.”

He reached up then, ruffling your hair as he stood up

“Don’t keep this shit to yourself, alright? You tell me, and me only. No one else.” He said it in a warning, gesturing a bony finger at you.

You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway. “Yeah yeah, I got it.” A moment of silence went by. You stood up, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. You heard him groan above you as you smiled against his jacket.

“Thanks for not being an asshole.”

He grunted, but placed his arms around you as well.

“Whatever makes ya’ happy.”

[uceyliyahh]

GUARDED

summary: Genesis has been protecting her heart ever since she filed for divorce and didn’t want to be in another relationship until he came around and changed her mind.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, oral ( f receiving), fingering ( f receiving), unprotected sex.

word count: 8.4k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the title 🫶🏽

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gigispovv: @ jonathanfatu only for you 🫶🏽

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uceyjucey: @ jonathanfatu  Twin when is yall making it official??

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jadecargill: @ trinity_fatu don’t get yo ass whooped keep it cute 🙂

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gigispovv: @ trinity_fatu keep on missing it bc you ain’t getting it back honey 😭😭

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Pensacola, Florida - 12:50PM

Jimmy and Genesis arrived in the elegant city of Pensacola, the cherished hometown of Jimmy, to reunite with his family. He gracefully parked his rental vehicle in front of his mother's residence, then proceeded to the passenger side, opening the door with a flourish as she stepped out.

He gently closed the door behind her, having noticed the grandeur of his mother's residence and its exquisite exterior adornments. She had draped her purse over one shoulder while balancing a small suitcase of her clothing in the other, prompting Jimmy to assist her by carrying it, as they were to spend two nights in that splendid abode.

A wave of anxiety washed over her, causing her heart to plummet into her stomach, when Jimmy entwined his fingers with hers, kissing her palm and gazing deeply into her eyes.

“They will like you I promise Gigi, I gotchu.” With a gentle smile gracing her lips, Jimmy offered her reassurance as they ascended the elegant wooden steps of his mother's residence, pausing gracefully beside the door.

As Jimmy rapped gently on the door, the melodic strains of music wafted through the air, leading him to believe his mother was entertaining guests. It was then that the sound of laughter reached his ears, just as his mother swung open the door to find her towering son, standing at an impressive 6'3", beaming with joy.

“Jon! My oldest! I wasn’t expecting to see you dear!” Mama Fatu expressed taking a glance at Genesis.

“Hey, mama.” Jimmy had softly as he hugged his mother.

With a radiant smile, she embraced Genesis warmly, exclaiming, 'You must be the illustrious Genesis! My son has been raving about you, darling!' Meanwhile, Jimmy averted his gaze, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over him.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mama Fatu," Genesis said with a warm smile. "Oh, she is absolutely lovely, Jonathan." His mother welcomed them into the home, gently closing the door as the sound of laughter from the television filled the air.

Genesis was utterly captivated by the exquisite beauty that adorned every corner of the house, a true reflection of rich cultural heritage that resonated deeply with her, especially given their Samoan roots, which she cherished immensely.

“Who’s that at the door!” Rikishi shouted.

“It’s our oldest and his girlfriend!” Mama Fatu replied back as she led them to the living room seeing Rikishi sitting in his chair. “Jonathan! My son! How you doing?”

As Jimmy embraced his father, Genesis lingered nearby, reminiscent of a forlorn puppy, captivated by the exquisite decor of the home, yearning for his mother to offer him a delightful mini tour—Rikishi glanced in Genesis's direction as he rose gracefully from his seat.

“Genesis right?”

She nodded her head feeling nervous, “yes sir.”

He beamed at her, enveloping her in a warm embrace as she reciprocated, whispering, 'Welcome to the family.' A deep sigh escaped her lips, a release of the burden she had carried, fearing they might not accept her.

It seems that Jimmy has been boasting about her even before arranging a flight to visit them, according to his mother's earlier remarks. His father and Genesis distanced themselves as she retreated to her designated place. “I understand you are looking after my son quite well, far better than that one girl he was involved with—oh, how I disliked her,” his father remarked. Genesis recognized that his father was referring to Trinity; it was unmistakable.

“Don’t worry Mr Fatu, I’ll make sure your son is taken care of.” Genesis responded as she looked at Jimmy with a smile on her face as she felt his hand around her waist.

“Good, see Jon. You got a good woman right there.” Rikishi said.

“I know pops. I know.”  They noticed his mother approaching, expressing her desire to guide them on a tour of the residence, ensuring that Genesis would become familiar with her surroundings.

Their mother guided Genesis through the residence, particularly highlighting the breathtaking vista from the patio—she explained that this was the perfect spot to witness the sunset as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, accompanied by a refreshing breeze caressing her skin.

She was utterly captivated by the interior of the house, her breath taken away as his mother graciously guided her through the various rooms, including the kitchen that seamlessly flowed into the living room for effortless access.

Following a tour of the house, his mother graciously led them upstairs to one of the elegantly adorned bedrooms, where the exquisite decor captivated Genesis's attention.

“How do you like the room Genesis dear?” Mama Fatu asked.

“The room is beautiful. I just love the aesthetic of it.” Genesis responded.

“I’m glad you like it. I just wanted to make sure you guys were comfortable and also I heard Joe is coming over in a bit so he’ll probably want to meet you.” Genesis nodded her head as his mother let them be while shutting the door behind her.

As Genesis gracefully leaned to set her luggage upon the chair in the opulent bedroom, Jimmy stealthily approached from behind, his form pressing against hers, prompting her to pivot and behold his towering silhouette, which made her feel diminutive in comparison.

He lifted her effortlessly by her thighs, guiding her towards the bed where he settled on the edge, her arms gracefully draped around his neck. She gazed down at him with a smile, only to shyly avert her eyes, casting them downward.

“What?” Jimmy asked, getting all in her face playfully as she chuckled at him pushing his face away from hers.

“Get out my face Jimmyyy, stop.” Genesis chuckled, feeling his place a soft kiss on her lips seeing his lips all shiny because of her lip gloss.

“I told you that they were going to love you girl.” Genesis rolled her eyes at him keeping her arms wrapped around his neck. “I hope your cousin will like me.”

“Baby, he will like you, trust me.” 

—

In the opulent living room, the guests were engrossed in a program on the television, while Genesis reclined with Jimmy, a luxurious blanket draped over them. However, her attention was elsewhere, as she immersed herself in the world of social media on her phone, oblivious to the screen's flickering images.

As she engaged in her task, she felt the gentle caress of Jimmy's lips on her neck, prompting a soft chuckle from her, until the sound of his cousin's voice broke the moment with a question.

“So Gigi? Can I call you Gigi?” Roman begins to say.

Genesis nodded her head while smiling, “yeah of course, but what’s up?” Genesis responded.

“When did you meet this goofball?” Jimmy gave him the middle finger causing her to chuckle at him, “we met at the company when I was starting as an interview for the WWE, he and cody helped me out a lot.” She explained.

“Did yall like talk at all or it was just you passing by most of the time?”

“It was just a  casual conversation with each other, nothing too crazy, he seemed sweet.” She fondly remembered their chance encounters during her breaks, where they would engage in delightful conversations about their day or share their upcoming plans.

“I heard what Zilla did to you, and you’re part of the family now Gigi we gotchu.” He said.

Genesis experienced a profound sense of joy and security, knowing she was embraced by Jimmy's family, as if a great burden had been effortlessly lifted from her shoulders. “I appreciate it, ion know how I’m going to keep him away from me, it's just too much.”

“Don’t worry we won’t let him get to you, that's a promise I know Jon got your back.”

That’s when Mama Fatu chimed in, “when are guys going to make it official?” Jimmy and Genesis had looked at each other then back at his mother.

“We are keeping things private for right now mama, until she’s ready.”

"It is wise to maintain a veil of privacy, for the world can often tarnish the sanctity of a joyful abode." Genesis grasped the depth of his mother's words, as her once blissful home had been shattered by Quincy's relentless undermining, which not only diminished her sense of self but also inflicted profound emotional wounds, particularly during the harrowing experience of her miscarriage, which left her utterly devastated.

“Yeah, I understand that I truly do.” Genesis offered a subtle smile, choosing not to dwell on the memories of her tumultuous marriage with Quincy.

“You want any children?” At that moment, she raised her gaze to his mother, who was likely unaware of her five-year marriage followed by a divorce; however, the subject of parenthood stirred something within her. “Yes, I actually do. maybe have one to two children.”

Jimmy perceived the subtle shift in her tone and the palpable change in energy when his mother inquired of Genesis whether she desired children, fully aware of her history. He recognized that she was maintaining a veneer of composure before his family, as that subject was far too profound for her to delve into.

“I hope so too Mama Fatu.” With that, she gracefully shed the blankets enveloping her and made her way to the bathroom, offering a polite excuse. “Uce, you got a good woman right there dawg how did you bag someone like her?” Joe said.

With a nonchalant shrug, Jimmy remarked, "I’m simply being my delightful self. She is truly exceptional, and I couldn’t bear the thought of Zilla taking advantage of her; she has endured more than enough already." His companions gazed at him, puzzled by his words, but would he divulge Genesis's affairs without her permission? Absolutely not.

“That’s her story to tell whenever she’s ready.” Mama Fatu nodded her head.

“I raised such a gentleman.” Jimmy chuckled while shaking his head, “you did mama, you did. But imma go find Gigi to make sure that she was okay.”

As Jimmy rose from the couch, he gracefully shed the blankets that enveloped him, moving towards the direction where Genesis had ventured. Had he foreseen the unfolding events, he would have cherished the moment, holding her close while she confided in his mother about her experiences.

As he traversed the upper floor in pursuit of Genesis, he discerned soft sobs emanating from behind one of the doors. Leaning in closer, he pressed his ear against the door, and there he found Genesis, weeping profusely as she conversed with herself.

“Why did  he have to ruin my happiness?”

“I didn’t deserve none of that—when he knew how much I wanted to become a mother he fucking knew.”

It shattered Jimmy's heart to hear her utter those words; he understood her desire for children, yet she had chosen the wrong partner, leading to her profound trauma.

“Stupid bastard, why did I have to marry a person like him? Only for him to just treat me as such.”

“Then blame me for everything, especially the miscarriage of our child when it was his fault.”

“All of this was his fault, I did nothing wrong but take care of him and this is how he do me?”

Jimmy despised the notion that she was experiencing such sorrow without a comforting presence to embrace her and assure her that all would be well—he was meant to be that person. As the tears ceased, he knocked gently on the door, hearing footsteps approach.

At that moment, Genesis gently parted the door, revealing his tall silhouette framed against the entrance, as he gazed into her tear-streaked visage, her lashes glistening with moisture and her nose tinged with a rosy hue from her weeping.

His eyes softened at the sight of her wellbeing, “lemme come in mamas.” She obeyed him, opening up the door as she let him inside of the spare bedroom before shutting the door behind them.

She reclined against the dresser, her fingers delicately toying with one another in the stillness of the room. The sound of his footsteps approached, and as he gently cupped her chin, he guided her gaze upward to meet his.

"How could he possibly value you, my dear? You are far too valuable for someone like him. I have always seen your true worth, Gigi, and you are truly a rare treasure."

Genesis inhaled softly, her head nodding in agreement as Jimmy intertwined his fingers with hers, bestowing gentle kisses upon them while maintaining unwavering eye contact. She was acutely aware of the profound love Jimmy held for her, a love that ensured she would never be out of his sight.

“I deserve every single part of you, just like how you deserve every single part of me. I’m right here Gigi.”

“I know, I know that you’re here Jimmy.” 

“Don’t run off somewhere and be alone when you know you got me—you can cry on me baby.” She endeavored to maintain her composure, yet faltered the moment he spoke those words, leading her to embrace him fervently, tears streaming down her face and soaking his shirt.

He embraced her gently, his hands caressing her back in soothing circles as she wept against his chest—softly murmuring tender words of reassurance, he promised her his unwavering support and devotion.

Tears cascaded down her cheeks, soaking his shirt as she grappled with profound pain; the haunting memories resurfaced, traumatizing her and forcing her to confront her past. Her sobs echoed loudly, punctuated by the soft sniffles that followed.

She was indifferent to the audience around her; it was merely her and Jimmy in the intimate confines of the room, where he embraced her tenderly, allowing her to release all that weighed upon her soul.

“I gotchu baby, I’m not going anywhere princess.” Jimmy cooed at her.

With a gentle yet firm embrace, Jimmy cradled her by the thighs, guiding her gracefully to the bed where she settled atop him, her hand resting softly on his chest as tears streamed down her face, lulling her into a sorrowful slumber.

He listened to her delicate hiccups and soft snores, gazing down at her swollen eyes, prompting him to gently brush away the lingering tears from her cheeks.

He gently pressed his lips against her crown, as they lay entwined in the bed, enveloped by a serene silence. The sight of Genesis in distress, tears streaming down her face, pained him deeply. He vowed to ensure her safety and happiness, ready to eliminate anyone who dared to threaten that peace.

—

Genesis stirred from her slumber, her gaze falling upon Jimmy beside her. As she rose, she surveyed her surroundings, recognizing that she remained in his family's residence, albeit in a different chamber. A glance at the clock revealed that evening was fast approaching.

Rising gracefully from her bed, she glided towards the door, drawn by the sound of boisterous laughter emanating from below. Upon her arrival, she discovered Jimmy and his cousin, reveling in their camaraderie over a game of Uno, beer in hand, as they shared lighthearted banter.

Desiring not to disrupt their playful engagement, she gracefully retreated to the sanctuary of their bedroom for a refreshing shower and a change of attire. Upon completing her ritual, she glanced at her phone, discovering messages from both Jade and Zilla.

Jadebae🌪️: Heyyy bestieee just checking in on you!

She smiled at the message as she texted her back.

Gigi🤍: hey I’m doing fine 

Jadebae🌪️: are you sure? Is everything okay?

Gigi🤍: I ended up crying myself to sleep on Jimmy earlier today 

Jadebae🌪️: omgg bestie why? Did they do something wrong?

Gigi🤍: no no his people are so welcoming and supportive bestie it’s just that his mama was asking my about having children and yk how I am with that topic 

Jadebae🌪️: it must of triggered you 

Gigi🤍: it triggered a lot of things I was hurting real bad Jade but Jimmy…fuck Jade…he’s so perfect 

Jadebae🌪️: then why don’t you make it official with him? Yk? Just to keep that?

Gigi🤍: I told you I don’t wanna rush into anything and plus he’s working so hard for me nd patient 

Jadebae🌪️: Ik he is man can’t stop talking about you whenever you not around lol but he comfort you

Gigi🤍: he did his words is what made me ball out crying in his chest 

Jadebae🌪️:  aww bestie that man loves you downnn

Gigi🤍: ikkk, he’s so tall and handsome makes me wanna eat him up

Jadebae🌪️: ooop 😭

Gigi🤍: but I’m finna go see what the fam is cooking tonight unless his mama need help so I’ll text you later bestie 

Jadebae🌪️: kk love you bestie ❤️

She chose to ignore Zilla's message, fully aware that it was merely an empty threat, unworthy of her concern at that moment. As she gazed into the mirror, she meticulously adjusted her cluster lashes and applied moisturizer to her face, preparing herself for the world beyond her door.

As she descended the staircase, the delightful aroma of her mother-in-law's culinary creations wafted through the air, mingling with the sight of her father-in-law peacefully dozing on the couch. It was then that she caught Jimmy's gaze, a look of intense desire that made her smile before she gracefully made her way towards his mother.

“Oh! Genesis there you were I was looking for you!” Mama Fatu said.

“Yeah, I was just honestly tired from the flight we had earlier. Do you need help with anything?” Genesis asked.

“Yes, could you cut the onions for me please?” With a graceful nod, Genesis adorned herself with a kitchen apron, expertly fastening it around her waist before seizing a knife to delicately slice the onions for her mother.

As she concentrated on slicing the onions, she sensed a pair of arms encircling her waist, accompanied by the warmth of a body pressing against her—she caught the scent of beer on his breath, instantly recognizing it was Jimmy behind her.

He tenderly pressed soft kisses along her neck, nuzzling his chin against her as she skillfully chopped the onions. His warm hands slipped inside her apron, savoring the sensation of the luxurious silk nightgown he had gifted her just days prior.

“You wearing the nightgown I bought you?” Jimmy asked as she glanced at him.

“Mhm, it’s comfortable Jimmy.” Genesis responded.

He leaned into her, his firm body pressing against hers, the sensation of his arousal evident as he caressed her breast, all the while glancing around to ensure his mother was not observing, fearing the consequences of being caught.

He leaned in close, murmuring lewd and crude phrases that sent shivers down her spine, leaving a dampness on her thighs as she wore nothing beneath her nightgown. His tongue traced the delicate curve of her earlobe, prompting her to bite her lip in an attempt to push him away, but he remained undeterred.

“Jimmy, Baby.” 

“What’s up mamas, she ain’t looking lemme’ get a taste.” 

“You can later baby, I need to finish.”

He ignored her protests, sliding his hand beneath her nightgown to discover just how aroused she was—he gently circled her clit, eliciting soft gasps from her lips.

“B-baby, I need to focus before I cut myself with this knife.” She said.

“Stay focused then baby, daddy needs his pussy right now.” He whispered lowly in her ear. “So fucking wet isn’t she princess.”

He skillfully encircled her throat with one hand while his fingers plunged into her slick depths, rhythmically thrusting in and out, eliciting a blissful roll of her eyes into the back of her head.

In the background, the television played softly in the living room, the aroma of chicken sizzling in the air fryer filled the space, while his fingers danced rapidly inside her, his hand rhythmically meeting her clit.

He was utterly captivated by her, completely hooked on her presence. As he held her body tightly against his, their passion ignited, his fingers skillfully curling inside her, sending her into a euphoric state where she could only gasp in delight, her lips parting in sheer ecstasy.

“Spread yo’ legs wider so I can get a better angle mamas” Jimmy murmured as she complied, parting her legs while his fingers repeatedly stimulated her g-spot, eliciting soft moans of his name that only he could hear.

“Fuck, Jimmy.” Genesis moaned. “It feels so good baby, don’t stop.”

“Yeah? Would it feel good if I gave you some dick princess?” Genesis has been yearning for his size lately, yet she felt apprehensive about the experience, aware that he measured around eight inches and she had never accommodated that much before, leading her to avoid contemplating it. “Yess, daddy. I’ve been craving your dick all week. But I’m scared.”

He kissed her cheek, “you scared it won’t fit? I’ll make it fit baby just give me the word and I’ll do it.” She trusted him, sensing that he might be just the right match for her, yet she hesitated, unsure if she was prepared to embrace all that he offered.

She skillfully chopped the onions, even as his fingers explored her from behind, her grip tightening and loosening around them, all while she breathed his name in pleasure.

“You mines Gigi?”

“Yes, I’m yours. I’m yours forever Jimmy.” Her intention was clear—she longed to spend eternity with him, dreaming of growing old side by side. That was her desire for Quincy, but he didn't share her vision. Now, with Jimmy by her side, she feels a glimmer of hope for a fresh start.

She focused on him, her dark, seductive eyes locked onto his, then shifted her gaze to his lips. With one hand, she drew his face closer, pressing her lips against his as they shared a fervent kiss in the kitchen.

In their own private universe, oblivious to the outside gaze, it was solely about them—As she gripped his fingers with increasing intensity, longing for freedom, her hands pulled at his shoulders. He sensed her nearing the edge of ecstasy, while his fingers skillfully explored her g-spot, propelling her toward the pinnacle of delight.

Their tongues intertwined passionately while his fingers explored her depths—He skillfully probed her, locating her most sensitive area, making her back arch in ecstasy.

“I love you Jimmy.” She murmured softly.

“I love you too, Gigi. I really do.” He murmured back.

His lips brushed against her neck, bestowing soft, lingering kisses as he observed her yield to his caress. He sensed her yearning, the way she was completely drenched for him, and how she tightened around his fingers.

“Oh my god, Jimmy.” 

“I’m right here baby, keep calling for me.” As his fingers twirled and glided within her throbbing depths, she found herself adrift in a universe of bliss, gasping his name in fervent adoration, declaring her love as his and his alone.

With her eyes closed, Genesis leaned her head back in delight, giving in to the waves of pleasure as his fingers expertly stimulated her g-spot, sending her into a blissful trance.

She felt like she was losing herself under his touch as she clung to his neck and leaned her head back against his chest.

He enjoyed how she gave in to him as his fingers pressed into her, repeatedly hitting that spot she adored, making her weak in the knees.

“You finna cum baby?” Jimmy whispered darkly.

“Y-yes, I’m g-gonna, c-cum.” Genesis softly whimpered, looking up at him with her innocent eyes that excited him, while he gazed down at her with his alluring ones.

He was tearing her apart, watching her fall apart and her legs shake because of him; he was the reason for her downfall right then.

“Cum on my fingers princess, let it go for me.” He was encouraging her. “Gimme that nut pretty girl.” 

“It’s coming, oh fuck.” She felt ecstatic as her creamy essence covered his fingers, making her entire body tremble, including her legs. “That’s it baby, such a good girl for me she’s so wet right now.”

She clung to him as he gently moved his fingers in and out, maintaining a steady rhythm before finally withdrawing them.

He looked at his fingers, covered in the thick, creamy mixture, enjoying the taste as he licked them clean before kissing her on the cheek.

This man was so dangerous it wasn’t a joke.

She knew she could finish chopping the onions for his mother while Jimmy held her waist. She put the onions in a glass bowl and told his mother she would check on the chicken.

Jimmy had been trailing her like a lost puppy while she checked on the chicken and white rice cooking on the stove, taking it off the heat to see how it was doing.

“Jonathan! Let that girl breathe son!” Mama Fatu scolded him.

“Mama, c’mon I’m just watching my lady cook.” Jimmy protested causing his mother to grab a shoe which made him let go of Genesis.

She laughed at him as she turned to see him pouring dramatically while sitting next to Roman. That's when she heard his mother's voice.

“I’m sorry about him, he’s so clingy.”

Genesis shook her head, “it’s okay, I love his clinginess it’s cute he can’t get enough of me.” His mother laughs gently and nods as she and Genesis cook dinner together, strengthening their bond as mother and daughter-in-law.

—

Following their sumptuous dinner, Genesis graciously assisted his mother in tidying the kitchen, recognizing her fatigue and her desire to rest for a while—he kindly offered his support. As she attended to the dishes in the sink, she felt the warmth of Jimmy's arm encircling her waist, providing a comforting presence as she worked.

She could sense the alcohol on his breath, the scent of beer wafting as he hovered over her shoulder, observing her with the needy demeanor of a child.

“What baby?” Genesis asked in a softer tone.

“Nothing mama, I’m just watching you.” Jimmy responded.

“Why don’t you go upstairs and lay down Jimmy.” He shook his head whining like a child.

“Nooo, I wanna stay here with you princess.” Genesis smiled at his adorable charm, allowing him to be as she gracefully bent over to load the dishes into the dishwasher for an impeccable clean.

As Jimmy observed her gracefully lean forward, an irresistible urge overcame him, prompting him to playfully swat her backside. She turned to face him, a playful smile gracing her lips as she noticed the mischievous smirk on his face, and in response, she gently pushed him away, her laughter filling the air. “See this is why yo’ ass need to go upstairs and go to bed Jimmy playing too damn much.”

He sensuously traced his tongue along the curve of his lips before drawing them inward, captivated by the blush that adorned her cheeks. With a firm yet gentle grip on her waist, he pulled her closer, their faces mere inches apart, igniting an electric tension between them.

Their lips grazed softly, while their noses met tenderly, gazing deeply into one another's eyes with fervor, as she playfully employed the triangle method, a coy smile gracing her lips.

“What’chu gonna do if I don’t?” At this juncture, he was challenging her, attempting to provoke a departure from her usual demeanor in the presence of his family.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, lips brushing past his neck, almost teasing him as his hand slithered down towards her ass cupping it with a squeeze.  “Keep on, baby. I’ll have those toes curling within seconds, keep playing with me.” Her voice resonated with a rich, velvety timbre as she bestowed a lingering, moist kiss upon his neck, only to withdraw from his embrace, leaving him utterly astonished.

She returned to the task of washing the dishes, feigning nonchalance as if the recent moment had never occurred—she relished in the art of teasing him, allowing him to crave her presence even more.

After meticulously arranging the dishes within the dishwasher, Genesis gently closed the door, listening for the satisfying click before activating the start button. As she turned around, she found him gazing at her with an intense, desire-filled stare.

With an air of innocence, she cast a gentle smile his way as she gracefully strolled past, a warm cloth in hand, diligently tidying the kitchen for his mother—deliberately overlooking him to gauge his reaction.

He glanced over at her as she tidied the countertops, captivated by how exquisitely the nightgown clung to her form, stirring a tension within him despite the comfort of his Nike shorts—Jimmy acknowledged her with a subtle nod, his tongue playfully pressing against the inside of his cheek.

He seized her by the nape, drawing her close as their lips met fervently, the rag slipping from her grasp to the floor. She entwined her arms around his neck, surrendering to the intensity of their kiss. With a powerful lift, he cradled her legs, carrying her upstairs to their sanctuary of intimacy.

Their lips remained entwined as he strolled down the corridor, veering left towards the entrance of their opulent bedroom. Upon entering, he deftly closed the door with his foot, playfully tossing Genesis onto the luxurious cool sheets of the bed, all the while observing him remove his white tank top, revealing his stunningly tattooed physique.

He tenderly nestled between her thighs, bestowing delicate, lingering kisses along her jawline and descending to her neck, gently sucking as he ensured her comfort, eliciting soft moans of his name from her lips.

Jimmy gently lowered her straps, allowing her nightgown to cascade down to her waist, revealing her exquisite breasts, eager for his attention. He took a handful, kissing her nipples tenderly before enveloping them with his mouth, swirling his tongue around them, eliciting a delightful arch of her back in response to the pleasure.

It had been ages since she experienced such sensations, especially during her marriage to Quincy; however, Jimmy was an entirely different kind of man. She found herself captivated as he lavished attention on her, causing her to writhe in delight beneath him.

Her delicate fingers wove through his tousled curls as he lavished her with tender, lingering kisses along her abdomen, his hands firmly grasping her waist. With a gentle motion, he drew her nightgown away, revealing her glistening form illuminated by the soft glow of their bedroom. He caressed her thighs, showering them with affection, before bestowing a gentle kiss upon her most intimate petals, causing her to shiver with delight at the exquisite sensation.

He persistently lavished her glistening folds with tender, lingering kisses, prompting her to retreat slightly from his face, only for him to pull her back down, skillfully swirling his tongue around her sensitive clit.

His nose gently caressed her most intimate area while his tongue danced within her, skillfully arousing her, as she clutched the sheets to stifle her moans.

“Fuck, Jimmy.” Genesis moaned.

He indulged in her exquisite curves, savoring her as if she were a sumptuous feast meant to be enjoyed night and day, stealing glances at her as her eyes fluttered in ecstasy.

She was consumed by desire—her longing for him was intense, compelling her to abandon her five-year vow of celibacy. Her heart ached for him alone, a deep yearning that could not be ignored. “Jimmy, baby.”

She experienced a sensation akin to weightlessness, her thoughts enveloped in a blissful haze, still tinged with the lingering effects of the cannabis. Each time his tongue caressed her most sensitive spot, powerful waves of pleasure coursed through her, rendering her breathless. Her eyes fluttered back in sheer rapture as she surrendered to the exquisite sensations, allowing her body to melt under his skilled touch.

“Yes mamas, whatchu want from me?” Jimmy groaned as he kissed her thighs.

“I need you badly baby, please lemme have it daddy. Please.” Genesis begged desperately.

She gazed into his eyes, brimming with longing, and implored him to fulfill his promise of passion, granting him the unspoken invitation as her delicate feet caressed his chest, prompting him to tenderly kiss her feet.

Jimmy gracefully lowered his elegant grey Nike shorts, revealing his PSD boxers, showcasing his impressive eight-inch member, proudly standing erect with a glistening bead of pre-cum at the tip, captivating her gaze and leaving her in awe as if she were witnessing such a sight for the very first time.

He positioned himself between her legs, his arousal gently grazing her softness as he caressed the tip of his desire against her glistening warmth—playfully tantalizing her gaze.

He gazed into her eyes, which reflected a blend of fear and concern, as he leaned closer to bestow a tender kiss upon her lips, offering solace before he spoke. "I will be gentle, my love, I assure you. If you feel any discomfort, please let me know, alright?"

She gracefully nodded, suppressing the emotion rising within her as she observed him caress himself a few times before gently easing the tip into her exquisite warmth—she was already writhing from the delightful stretch he provided. Jimmy was huge 

He barely penetrated her, yet she was already unraveling from the sensation, and he observed her intently. Jimmy had withdrawn nearly completely before gradually immersing himself in her exquisite warmth, eliciting a gasp from her lips.

“F-fuck.” She whimpered softly.

He inclined closer to her form, allowing their bodies to meet as he delivered deliberate, measured strokes, enabling her to acclimate to his dimensions while her arms encircled his neck.

“It feels so warm in here baby.” He cooed at her, placing a soft kiss on her neck. “Makes me want to nut in this pussy already baby.”

She gently placed a tender kiss upon his lips, which he eagerly reciprocated, igniting a passionate embrace. Their tongues intertwined in a sensual dance, accompanied by soft moans and sighs that escaped their mouths. He could feel her creamy essence enveloping him, allowing for effortless movements as he glided in and out of her with exquisite ease.

He gently pressed his lips against her neck, embellished with love bites, and slowly descended his kisses to her bosom, playfully teasing her nipples with his tongue as he indulged in their sweetness.

“Oh, Jimmy.” 

“You okay mamas?”

She nodded her head while running her fingers through his messy hair, “go faster, baby. I trust you.”

“You sure? Because once I speed it up ain’t no turning back Gigi.”

With a delicate bite of her lower lip, she gazed at him with imploring eyes. He withdrew almost entirely before plunging back in with fervor, causing her to arch her back and claw at his skin, eliciting a sharp hiss from him, yet he embraced the exquisite sensation. “No runnin’ you hear me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes. What?”

“Y-yes daddy, I promise I won’t run from you.” He accelerated his stride, gripping her hips with a firm hold as she felt an intensifying tension within her, her eyes fluttering back in sheer ecstasy.

Jimmy gently bit his lower lip, drawing it inward as he passionately entered her, his hand tenderly cradling her breast.

The bedroom was enveloped in a symphony of rhythmic skin against skin, punctuated by their gentle sighs and whispers, as she writhed in pleasure, instinctively placing her hand on his abdomen to temper the intensity of the moment.

“J-Jimmy! Fuck!” Genesis exclaimed.

“You promised me mamas, move yo’ hand.” Jimmy grunted.

“I’m sorry…I-it’s, t-too. m-much. ouu daddy.” He adored the melodic way her voice called for him, accompanied by her soft whimpers, as he passionately made love to her.

He held her throat with a commanding grip, plunging her into a blissful trance as he arched his head back in rapture, consumed by the exquisite feeling of her body clenching around him time and again, igniting an insatiable passion within him.

The gentle sway of her bosom with every tender touch he offered, paired with the delicate sighs escaping her exquisite lips, ignited a profound yearning within him.

Genesis gently bit her lower lip, looking up at him with a look of pure innocence, completely enveloped in the exquisite blend of pleasurable pain that surged through her, as if he were profoundly connected to her essence.

“daddyy, I can’t take it!” She wailed out.

Jimmy shook his head, “nah, take this fucking dick Gigi. This is what you wanted right? So take this shit.” With a powerful thrust of his hips, he drove into her, drawing forth a passionate cry that resonated with his name, as he persisted, time and again, guiding her into a realm of exquisite surrender.

He continued to sway his hips with exquisite precision, skillfully stimulating her most sensitive spot and igniting her desires—she felt herself surrendering entirely, engulfed by the intoxicating pleasure of his movements against her most intimate depths.

“As a matter of fact c’mere and ride this shit.” They exchanged their roles, placing her elegantly atop him while he reclined beneath.

Her delicate hands caressed his length, gliding up and down before she welcomed him into her depths, gasping at the exquisite sensation of being filled beyond her wildest expectations.

“Ride that shit mama, prove to me that this yo’ dick princess.” Jimmy encouraged her.

With his hands elegantly placed on her hips, he skillfully directed her movements as she gracefully swayed on his lap. His gaze was fixed on her, captivated by the way her curves undulated with each motion, allowing her to find comfort with his presence.

She found her groove as she swayed her hips upon his lap, while he graced her neck and cheek with soft, lingering kisses—murmuring alluring words in her ear that were unlike anything she had ever encountered from a man of his stature.

“There you go Gigi, just like that mamas. So fucking pretty.” The manner in which he lavished her with compliments stirred something within her, a sensation she had never encountered during her time with Quincy.

Genesis could only emit delicate sighs as waves of bliss enveloped her, her body igniting with an inner warmth as his deep, raspy voice tenderly brushed against her ear.

He adorned her neck with passionate marks, which she would need to conceal for their return to the office, ensuring that no one would grow suspicious of their intimate connection.

“Look at this pretty ass face mamas, such a good girl for me baby.” He could see drool coming down her lips as she continuously moved her hips down onto his cock making her eyes roll back.

“Baby, you drooling.” She gazed at him with her enchanting, doe-like eyes, delicately wiping the drool from her lips, which brought forth an innocent smile directed at him.

“You want some?” Jimmy nodded, his lips caught between his teeth, as he opened his mouth, fully aware of his intense desire for this moment—she let her saliva mingle with his as she playfully spat into his mouth, feeling his hand descend onto her ass, gripping it firmly.

Genesis was enveloped in ecstasy, riding him with an urgency that felt vital—listening to the intoxicating sounds of her arousal beneath him, savoring the exquisite sensation of his manhood caressing her depths with every passionate movement.

Her thoughts were intricately woven with a profound sense of pleasure and longing, deeply rooted in her essence, as she realized the intensity of her need after five long years of absence, igniting a sensual awakening within her.

They pulled away from each other while gazing into each other’s eyes, “my nasty lil slut aren’t you.” Jimmy growls as he thrust deeply inside her, eliciting a gasp from her lips. “You my slut Gigi?”

“F-fuck, yes daddy. I’m your slut.” As the warmth in the room escalated, he drew her closer, playfully delivering a few gentle taps to her derrière.

“Keep it goin then princess, make me nut.” With unwavering resolve, she gracefully perched upon his lap, the bedroom resonating with the rhythmic sound of their bodies meeting repeatedly, as Jimmy's hand glided down to grasp her hips, expertly directing her movements in perfect harmony with his own.

A fiery thrill surged through her thighs as she rode him with fervor, yearning for that exquisite climax. Jimmy's fingers pressed into the soft contours of her form, directing her rhythm with every powerful thrust.

“My turn.” His voice resonated with a profound richness, enveloping the words in a luxurious depth.

He artfully explored her intimate depths, leaving her breathless, as though she were beholding a breathtaking constellation. The heat of her longing enveloped him, establishing a harmonious rhythm as he moved gracefully in and out.

“J-Jimmy! O-ouuu. Fuck! Don’t stop daddy!” She mewled out.

“Don’t stop? Huh you don’t want me to stop baby?” He teased.

“Un-Huh.”

“Un-Huh? Yeah baby? You like that shit?” He playfully taunted her as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy, leaving her in a dizzying state of bliss.

“Please don’t stop daddy! You fucking me so good!” She locked eyes with him, acutely aware that the desire reflected in his gaze was unmistakable. An involuntary thrill surged through her as he approached, his very presence stirring a symphony of sensations within her, caressing her depths and causing her to respond with an instinctive embrace.

“This my fucking shit right Gigi? You fucking mine all mine I’ll kill a bitch over you.” 

He was utterly devoted to her, willing to go to any lengths to prove his love, and she found that thrilling—she adored the idea of a man so passionately infatuated that he would go so far as to eliminate any threat to her, handling it with the utmost discretion.

His essence rhythmically caressed her most sensitive spot, prompting her to bury her face in the crook of his neck as he delved deeper into her velvety embrace.

“Daddy, ouuu. Daddy.” Genesis whimpered.

“Tell daddy this yo’ dick mamas tell em.” Jimmy urged.

“T-this, my d-dick. D-daddy.” She faltered in her speech, overwhelmed by his commanding thrust, which left her in disarray, resulting in a playful slap on her left ass cheek. “I didn’t hear you baby.”

“This my dick daddy! fuckkk!” She didn’t care how loud she was right now; it felt too good to be silent.

She started to sway her hips in a captivating rhythm, savoring the sensation of him enveloped within her, prompting him to lean back against the headboard of their luxurious bed in sheer ecstasy. “That’s right, ride that shit like you mean it. Pretty ass slut.”

She gracefully swayed her hips, allowing the very tip of him to caress her core—gripping his shoulders tightly as she surrendered to the moment, feeling herself dissolve into him. A wave of emotion washed over her, igniting a flutter in her stomach while her thighs trembled.

“It’s coming daddy, it’s coming.” Genesis let out a soft sigh as his powerful arms encircled her waist, their bodies entwined in an intimate embrace that left her immobile. He began to thrust upward from below, delivering profound, rhythmic motions that made her cry out his name.

Her arms embraced his neck with fervor as he navigated within her, plunging her into a euphoric ocean of ecstasy. With her eyes fluttering in pure rapture, she felt her body quiver around him, instinctively tightening in response to his rhythm.

“You my ride and die baby, we are in this forever you hear me?” He murmured softly, his hips moved with a steady grace, allowing him even deeper access.

Her words eluded her as she struggled to articulate her thoughts, growing more disoriented with each of his movements beneath her. “Y-yes Daddy. Y-yes.” she managed to gasp out between thrusts.

With each powerful thrust, she sensed her climax intensifying, the exquisite pressure against her cervix sending waves of bliss that left her utterly dizzy.

She gazed at him with her doe-like eyes, her lips curving into a delicate pout reminiscent of a playful puppy, prompting him to soften his expression at her enchanting presence—bestowing a gentle kiss upon her chest.

The vision of Jimmy's essence enveloped in a delicate luminescence left him in a state of euphoria. Overwhelmed by the intoxicating connection they shared, he yearned to surrender completely within her. “I know baby, I know. so pretty baby, daddy gotchu princess.” He kissed her neck gently as she whimpered at the feeling.

In that moment, she embraced him with fervor, encircling his neck as she descended onto his lap with a final, passionate flourish. “jimmmmy! oh fuckkk!” With a final, passionate cry, she descended upon him, an intoxicating wave of emotion washing over her like a majestic tide. Her very being enveloped him, saturating his lap in a warm cascade, reminiscent of a vibrant river teeming with vitality.

He thrust himself deeply within her, eliciting soft sobs as she buried her face in his neck, surrounded by the intimate sounds of their shared passion, aware that the sheets would require a thorough washing come morning.

As his behavior grew increasingly frantic and fervent, he sensed himself fading—teetering on the edge of madness, utterly engulfed by her allure.

“Get up Gigi I’m finna nut, get up.” Jimmy ordered.

In a final, fervent encounter, Jimmy collided with her once more. As Genesis' legs quivered and faltered, she summoned the strength to rise while he withdrew, his hand gliding over himself as torrents of his essence erupted like a volcanic explosion, cascading onto her back and splattering across his hands.

He leisurely caressed himself, ensuring every drop of pleasure was released, his arousal lying against his abdomen as they both breathed heavily.

Their bodies glistened with perspiration, the intoxicating aroma of passion enveloping the room, while the sheets were dampened by her exquisite release.

Genesis gazed up at him with weary eyes, prompting him to look down at her as she subtly pouted her lips in anticipation of a kiss—he obliged her with a tender embrace. The kiss was languid and deliberate, allowing him to savor every inch of her mouth before gently parting.

“You good mamas?” Jimmy asked.

“Mhmm, probably will be sore in the morning.” Genesis responded in a drowsy tone.

“Lemme’ get up so I can wash my hands.” As Jimmy made his way to the bathroom to cleanse his hands, Genesis gracefully shifted to the other side of the bed. Upon returning, he tenderly used a warm cloth to wipe away the remnants of their passionate encounter from her skin, finding amusement in her relaxed form sprawled across the bed.

The mattress yielded beneath his weight as he tenderly attended to her back, eliciting soft whimpers from her slumber as she instinctively waved him off—yet he found no annoyance in her playful demeanor, continuing his gentle ministrations.

After meticulously tending to her, he discarded the cloth into the laundry, then dimmed the lights in both the bathroom and the bedroom. With her resting serenely, he skillfully changed the sheets without disturbing her slumber.

Jimmy nestled beneath the sheets with her, drawing her closer to his chest and bestowing a gentle kiss upon her temple, before settling into the luxurious embrace of the bed together.

He gently massaged her back in soothing circles, providing comfort as he listened to her soft snores escaping her lips, her body melting into his touch—fully aware that she was secure in his embrace, he was her guardian.

He observed her slumber, gently brushing her hair aside to admire her serene visage, before succumbing to his own restless dreams.

As Jimmy embraced her tenderly, he surrendered to slumber, the gentle caress of the cool breeze drifting through the window enveloping the room in a refreshing chill throughout the night.

Unbeknownst to them, a hidden observer lingered by the window, their blood simmering with intensity as they prepared to depart.

gigispovv has posted on their story!

jonathanfatu replied to your story: you deserve this mamas ❤️

uceyjucey replied to your story: okay I see you twin!

jadecargill replied to your story: Gigi omgggg this is cute girl I love this for you

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: yall are so adorable together 

americannightmarecody replied to your story: yeah, yall dating most definitely 

trinity_fatu replied to your story: your family probably didn’t like her 😭😭

romanreigns replied to your story: hope to see you again Gigi!

GUARDED

a/n: Jimmy loves Genesis so much I love their relationship honestly but Jimmy is crazyyy as hell 😭😭 Zilla and Quincy better move around.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

chapter ten

previous chapter

[vrmxlho]

-ˏˋ ur socials as sae's gf ˊˎ-

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yn: why is this man making me gym im already hot enough 😒😒😣😣

tagged: sae

sae: may i remind you that you came willingly ?

↳ yn: that doesn't make a good caption tho does it?

↳ sae: whatever

↳ sae: but you're right, you are hot enough

↳ yn: oh 😏

itoshi_rin: how you are able to deal with someone so flippant and rude is bewildering

↳ karasu: charity work fr

↳ sae: this is why isagi's better

↳ itoshi_rin: bitch ass

↳ isagi_11: ty bae 🫶 🫶 🫶

↳ sae: never speak to me directly again

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yn: literal love of my life

location: disneysea, tokyo

sae: why am i competing with a little green man?

↳ itoshi_rin: cuz he has a better personality than you ❤️

↳ sae: do you have a death wish?

↳ isagi_11: rin using emojis is gonna haunt me forever

↳ 666666: fr i crange 😧

sae: i'm never taking you to disneysea again...

↳ yn: yk i love you so so much, right?

↳ yn: but u being jealous is saur funny 🤭

↳ sae: i'm not jealous

↳ yn: you're so cute

↳ sae: shut up

↳ itoshi_rin: oh my god just blind me already

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yn: 🖤💖

tagged: blackpinkofficial, sae

eggod: man’s is literally sulking at the concert of the century smh

↳ kaisersexc: he’s sad they’re more famous 🤣🤣

↳ 666666: LMFAOOOO

↳ sae: strikers think they're so cool when they can't even score goals without a midfielder

↳ yn: pls stop being a football nerd, love...

↳ eggod: why are y'all still replying i don't wanna see any of this

yn: @sae you're pretty even when you sulk 🫶

↳ sae: i wasn't sulking

↳ itoshi_rin: must've been difficult not getting yn's attention

↳ yn: rin ily but pls stop fighting under my posts this is why they invented dms!!

↳ 666666: you HWAT 😱😱😰

↳ yn: nagi stop instigating 🙁

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sae: here i posted you now will you hop off my dick??

tagged: yn

666666: pls keep your bedroom activities to yourself??

↳ sae: stop being a perv nagi

↳ 666666: YOU KNOW MY NAME???

karasu: never thought i’d see a man ask for this

↳ eggod: ong he must be crazy!

↳ karasu: nah ur just a touch-deprived loser

↳ eggod: dawg 💔😞

yn: SAE???? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT CAPTION

↳ sae: did you not want me to post you?

↳ yn: yeah but you could've written something cute or smth 😒

↳ sae: i'm not writing something corny i dont like pda

↳ yn: wtf 💔

↳ sae: i still love you

↳ yn: OKASGJDBFS THIS MAKES UP FOR EVERYTHING

sae: yn told me she likes calvin klein so i became a calvin klein model

tagged: calvinkleinjp

yn: UR SO HOT FOR THIS 😭😭

yn: come home rn

↳ sae: i'm training

yn: i wanna make out w you

↳ sae: nvm i finished early

↳ yn: thought so 😇

yn: in those 😏

↳ itoshi_rin: oh for fucks sake

666666: what the fuck are these prices?

↳ yn: bffr nobody's looking at those prices

↳ 666666: you're the only person alive attracted to that ogre

↳ itoshi_rin: i'm in love with you

↳ 666666: oh damn 😏

[waitmyturtles]

Hey,

I'm not 100% sure how this works. Also this is more of an opinion than a question. I just feel the need to brain dump. You are under no obligation to reply. 😁

I fear that First and Khaotung are being wasted at/by GMMTV. They're both stellar actors and seem to have the sensibilities to tackle more serious material.

I feel like coming off Not Me, the themes in The Eclipse kinda went over my head. My fear was and still is that I didn't understand all the nuances. And that's why I felt like the show was lacking. Also I think the very first preview set it up as an entirely different show (more supernaturalmystery/thriller) in my head, so there was a disconnect there as well.

Their next project was Moonlight Chicken where both of them shined as actors but negligibly as a BL pairing. Having said that, they seem to be on very solid ground in the BL fandom - I am referring to their fan meets.

Only Friends was a masterclass of acting as far as FirstKhaotung were concerned (i was all about Ray and Sand), but I think the overall reputation as show that fell flat on its face overshadowed or at least took away (for me) from the gravity of FK.

And now we're here. With The Heart Killers and I am very wary of how Ota all going down. I see that the final trailer got over million views and I'm happy for them, but based on I think the absolute travesty that was OF, my expectations for this show are on the ground.

I really want more of an insight into how projects are picked up and distributed inside GMMTV (if you ha e any, I'm dying to know). I feel like they would benefit greatly from being on a show like PS I Hate You or something like Peaceful Property.

It feels like they're backsliding in terms of material given. Which I am sure is a) not their fault and b) me possibly being weird and dramatic in the wee hours of the morning. But I wanted to get it off my chest and I was reading your previous reviews when I felt, and then gave into the impulse to write to you.

Also I'm a MaxTul girly too and somehow, you made me want to give Make it Right another chance.

Have a great week ahead and keep up the absolutely exceptional work! ❤️

NIHILISTIC! It's great to hear from you! And thank you for the compliments!

TW for girlies out there who are not Nihilistic: this post will contain criticisms of The Heart Killers trailer. Read at your peril, delicate hearts!

I'll go backwards to save the biggest stuff for last. If you write anything about Make It Right, please tag me! @bengiyo and I always give a little DJ air horn to each other when we've nabbed another one into the broader cultural reconsideration of this AMAZING show. MaxTul, man. Nobody beats them! (Okay, almost, Tul admits he wasn't the strongest actor, but. We'll let it slide, dahling!) Chemistry, humor, pride representation, everything, they're great. I yelped when I saw them in Triage!

Okay, so you are a FirstKhao girlie, and you're worried about what The Heart Killers bodes. (Out of transparency, I have The Heart Killers tag filtered because of Only Friends PTSD. I'm gonna filter my own post!) For you, Nihilistic, I just watched the trailer for it.

I will get to all your questions about the GMMTV model in a moment.

Now, out of even MORE transparency, I am watching the MESS that is Kidnap right now, and listen, it's NOT GOOD. I'm fucking not even writing about it anymore, I'm just reblogging the sessy gifs. I am watching it to support Ohm Pawat, and am hoping that this partnership with Leng Thanaphon will hopefully lead to better scripts.... somewhere. (Or at least, better scripts for Ohm at a place like One31 or Channel 3. I also hope Ohm keeps up his anti-branded pair stance, but if GMMTV forces him to pair permanently with Leng, it won't be a fucking surprise, and more on that below.)

To focus specifically on THK for a sec: the THK trailer evoked a lot of what's gone utterly wrong in Kidnap for me. I think writing Thai BL/Series Y scripts to be different, fresh, and innovative, is just going to be really fucking hard, especially for stories featuring branded pairs that MUST end up together in the end. Because we, the viewers, KNOW that they MUST end up together in the end, what kind of mystery and conflict can a script convincingly evoke to keep us, the viewers, engaged and interested in the drama?

A few of us Ohm girlies were excited that Kidnap could have had non-romantic plot points (CRIME!!!) to drive concurrently with a romance plot. There are Series Y that have done this BEAUTIFULLY, particularly Sammon's stories of Manner of Death and Triage.

I'm sorry to say that I didn't get that from the THK trailer, and that THK smells a lot like Kidnap to me. The trailer itself is giving an indication that the "jobs" these guys have as double agents are going to be compromised due to them falling in love. And after the debacle that was Jojo Tichakorn's Only Friends -- a show premised on the exploration of mean, icky, really horny humans, a great place to start an interesting show! -- knowing that THK will HAVE to end up in a romantic place, with FK and JoongDunk being in memorable and memeable entwinements... that's a lot to ask of a show that already isn't making sense by drive, emotion, and tone in its trailer alone. What matters more to these characters? Their work, or their need to be in monogamous relationships? Seems like the latter to me by way of the trailer, which makes me wonder what the point of the plot is. (Joong's chest, probably.) (Gahddayum.)

(I haven't watched the latest episode of Jack & Joker, btw, but I understand that THIS WEEK's episode is ALSO going through something similar, with dead-end and uncommitted plot points all to get to a kiss. Oy.)

To summarize these points and to touch at your question about how GMMTV chooses scripts: GMMTV has an economic model to sell in giving happy endings to their branded pairs, which I wrote about at length in my Old GMMTV Challenge rewatch of The Eclipse. No matter where a script goes, the ending must be memorable and monogamous to satisfy the retweeting hunger of the branded pairs' fandoms, in order for GMMTV's artists to increase online engagement and to maintain earned media values to sell products.

The wonderful @flowerbeasblog noted to me recently that Tha Sataporn, the CEO of GMMTV, said in an interview that as the productions of Series Y in Thailand continues to increase, there is a greater need for more scriptwriting talent across this niche genre, creating competition for more excellent writing. (By comparison, in the States, when streaming services like Netflix and Hulu starting commissioning more original series just about a decade ago, the demand for scriptwriters and excellent writing also went up by incredible scale -- only to come crashing down recently with pandemic and strike-related losses in revenue.) GMMTV's recently announced script competition, Y Find, updated itself last week with a notice that the company would need more time to sift through scripts to judge. In other words: the demand for creative plots is so high at this company that they are literally fielding entries from the general public.

At the same time, Tha Sataporn has been blunt in indicating that "good shows" are not the priority of his GMMTV, and that talent, management, and engagement are his indicators of success. So, economically -- as long as a show hits that happy ending, and gets the girlies excited online with commentary and purchasing power, then the studio has won, in GMMTV's eyes.

ULTIMATELY, Nihilistic: what we are dealing with regarding your concern, as fans and/or critics of Series Y shows, is a conflict of values, among critical fans like ourselves, other fans who only watch shows for romance and shipping, and the economic bottom lines of the studios/agencies themselves. Some of us just want narratively good scripts, like Bad Buddy or He's Coming To Me. Others are content with having a show end with their fave pairs confirmed together in the end, no matter the process of how they got there. Those are different values we hold in watching shows. I appreciate that while you're a fan of the FK branded pair, that you want stronger scripts for them. I do, too, but that's not a value that every fan -- and GMMTV itself -- holds. And I believe that's why we've been seeing more and more mediocre scripts from that studio in particular.

I actually want to note maybe something positive about FirstKhao. Other than The Eclipse, it seems like they haven't been locked into high school or university settings. Only Friends, Moonlight Chicken -- these are shows that show First's and Khao's characters as young adults, and THK is going there, too. I hope they can avoid the university settings as they continue to work.

Is stellar acting wasted at GMMTV? Oh, yes. Besides First and Khao, who I truly think are good actors, we have Gun Atthaphan, Nanon Korapat, and Ohm Pawat -- these three guys are on my list of the best Thai actors out there who have done BL, and they haven't had great scripts in years. (Gun, arguably, has had the best pickings of decent shows recently in Cooking Crush and The Trainee, but they weren't high art; and Nanon's Dirty Laundry was the last Jojo script I was truly impressed by.) All three of these guys were in MOVIES at one point. Those ambitions, on behalf of these actors by GMMTV, seem to have gone by the wayside in preference for a huge economic push to boost branded pair-based series insteads, with their plot holes and guaranteed romances.

I hope the genre's tide turns for the sake of quality scripts, especially at GMMTV, but my hopes are low for this agency at the moment. My joy in Thai shows recently has been in watching past shows for my OGMMTVC. I've been on a lakorn kick lately, having watched The Miracle of Teddy Bear and I'm looking forward to watching Khun Chai soon. Other agencies and studios, like One31 and Channel 3, are breathing down GMMTV's neck and producing more interesting shows, sometimes with branded pairs and sometimes not. Triage only came out two years ago, and that show's trilogy (along with Manner of Death) will end with this year's airing of Spare Me Your Mercy, starring the very likely one-time pair of Tor Thanabob and JJ (Jaylerr) Krissanapoom, two gigantic artists in Thailand who are circling BACK towards the much smaller genre of Series Y for SMYM's sake. I have VERY high hopes and expectations for that show -- and that show is well out of the purview of GMMTV.

I think what you're smelling about the THK trailer is right, Nihilistic -- to me, the trailer isn't cohesive, and jumps already to its forgone conclusion of a romantic end. Unfortunately, for those of us familiar with Jojo Tichakorn's work, we know that if he was given more leeway, he'd likely come up with something more interesting. But now that he has to work with branded pairs -- who are shipped in the eyes of their fan beholders -- he's got a lot less room to be creative and interesting, which ultimately stifles the otherwise excellent acting we'd see from these young men.

[felixir-of-moths]

Make him pay

written for @steddiemicrofic

prompt: 'delay' | rated T | wc 408

cw: major character death, heavy angst

tags: Steddie implied, soulmates, canon adjacent, bad ending, hurt no comfort, grief

(first time posting something really messed up, if importants tags are needed please tell me)

Read it here ⬇️ or on AO3.

The sentence is brief, the voice rich and warm. Steve heard its echo so many time in his head that he could mimic it perfectly. Those three words are on loop and they never take a break - if they could, Steve wouldn't want them to. He cherish them. As a kid he would write them on the margin of his notebooks, sometimes even on his skin with the sharpest pencil he had, almost hoping it would leave a scar. As a teen, he would rely on them when he felt alone, confused, inadequate. 

But now, as a young adult, he starts to worry about it. 

"I don't know what to tell you, Steve," says Robin with a shrug, shoving a pile of tapes in his arms, "maybe they don't live in Hawkins."

"I'm not gonna roam all over Indiana to find - wait," Steve struggles to keep all the tapes together, and tries to follow Robin through the alleys, "wait - Robs - you keep saying them. It's a her, I know so."

"You can't know that, dingus," she retorts, picking another tape on her way and tossing it to him behind her shoulder, "we all hear the same voice. You can't know your soulmate's a she."

The tape lands fortunately on top of the stack cradled by Steve's arms. 

"Okay, let's rewind those first."

***

"Not everything has a happy ending." Robin says, putting the freshly made molotov away. 

"Yeah," Steve scoffs, taking another bottle. "I don't know. I still have hope."

"Why, because...of the voice?" she asks, frowning. "You think because we didn't met out soulmates yet we'll be... Okay?" 

Steve shrugs, a sheepish smile drawing shyly on his face. 

"Love conquers all or whatever, right?" he says, and Robin returns his smile. 

***

"Make him pay."

***

Nobody has an explanation for this. Nobody had witness it before, it seems. The voice has stop looping. 

"It's supposed to be their firsts words to you," Steve repeats for the third time, eyes fixed on the floor, head in his hands. "Their firsts to you."

He barely feels Robin's hand brushing his back, barely see the white tiles, however the click of the doctor's pen is loud and piercing. 

"This is unprecedented," the doctor confesses, scribbling more notes. "If you're willing to take some tests, we could find out and maybe help other people in your situation."

"What am I supposed to do now?" Steve asks.

The silence that follows is unbearably long. 

[growling]

I don't really relate to many other autistic people on tumblr since everything that they are writing about it is their experiences as high-masking, low (or even just no) support needs, former gifted kid, whose science related special interest got them a stable job, 3 weed smoking girlfriends and a dozen friends and just advising everyone that they need to push themselves and if they can do something then everyone can, if they can't then they are either coddling themselves staying in their comfort zone etc.

I can somewhat relate more to the other semiverbal and msn people in the tags but there's also just way fewer posts about it here. Majority of the time I see some another popular 1k notes posts about the Universal Autistic Experience I just go huh. Cause I don't do that or can't and then everyone is saying that that's the standard for all autistics and non-autistic people on tumblr now think that that's how all autistics are and that's it and aauuauauaaaauughgghghgggghhhhhhhrr.

Ok now my turn to talk about my experiences with being autistic and especially things that I don't hear other autistics talk about much or say are "harmful stereotypes" or "exaggerations" or "no autistic people act like that!!" or whatever the fuck it's so annoying. Also I'm just talking about me here so if your experience is different or you can't relate to this then just go make your own post

Can't fucking talk like 80% of the time. Not because I'm nervous/anxious but just cause it's hard for me and I don't even want to do it. I hate conversations cause I just want to answer with the fewest words possible or just simple short things like "ok" and "no" (I usually respond with "ok" to 99% of all things), I say things real quiet and often mumble cause I don't open my mouth enough and when someone asks me what I said I don't want to repeat cause I'm too frustrated then. People say my tone is off or I sound rude or "yell" (even though I'm being so quiet. because apparently "yelling" is synonymous with "say things in rude tone") so I purposefully make myself speak even softer than I usually do, but I also can't whisper that's also hard. When I do actually want to say more things I am unable to because I don't know how to translate thoughts into words and I stutter a LOT the more I try to say, I did look up what counts as severe stutter and yeah I would consider that very severe. And I stutter in the "stereotypical" and "inaccurate" way that I saw literal entire posts on here about how nobody stutters like that, how it only happens in bad fanfiction, and how annoying it is for people to act like there's real people speaking like that when I do literally fucking s-s-s-s-spea-pea-pea-k-k-k l-l-li-li-li-like-like-like-k-k th-th-th-th-this-s-s. Anybody that follows me for a longer time knows that I have SO much to say at any given time but outside of online spaces where I can just type things instead of using verbal words I can't speak normally even if I want to. How I answer to people isn't half the time the actual thing I mean, it's just me using shortest words to be done with the conversation the fastest even if I do like the subject, or do want to say something or continue it but it's like my mind turns off and my mouth just starts saying things on its own and once I walk away only then sort of snap back to being a person and think "why did I say that I don't even talk like that" which miiiight also be partially influenced by all the suspected dissociative disorder stuff but I'm not gonna think about it that hard.

Writing is hard too. Usually it's easier than verbal words (cause I can take as much time as I want and don't have to open my mouth), keyboard is way more easier than writing with a pen because I don't have to draw every single individual letter, just hit buttons really fast. I can't really structure my sentences right away, but gotta pause and think what words is the correct order or how to translate my thoughts into written words many times before I'm done writing, or else it will be incomprehensible. Correcting and being so careful with the way I write every time tires me a lot and makes me nervous, so I often take a Really long time whereas other people don't really have much of a problem with it. Though slowly I do think I wanna just stop caring and just write the way it's the fastest/most comfortable for me and only correct if it's genuinely impossible to read but it's gonna take some more time. Writing this post is. Also a pain in the ass

I don't remember exactly how I was as a kid (the Forgetterrr) but while I was still autistic as hell it was significantly milder and I could easily pass as a neurotypical (except for when I didn't), my symptoms and skills actually got worse the older I was getting and they are still just slowly declining more. I can't go outside by myself anymore, (last time I did was when I was around like 12-13 and I ran back crying because the store was closed and I was so scared of all the people around) even to throw out the trash just a few steps from the door I will not go. Whenever I do actually leave my apartment it's always with my mom or some other relative, I just follow behind her and not pay attention to any of my surroundings like the cars, with street it is, or where I am or how to find my way back. I can't take any public transport by myself. I can't navigate large spaces by myself and always need to be led everywhere and instructed exactly what to do despite being an adult. Can't buy things for myself (especially not clothes, food I feel I could theoretically, maybe do if I had a complete list, a calculator, and unlimited amount of time to walk around and find things and take breaks, but clothes?? nuh uh I'm looking at the shirts blinking a bit then wandering away not even touching anything) or talk to the store employees, can't make appointments or talk to doctors, I don't manage my money (I do have a few thousands in cash only that only accumulated so much because I got them all in several years and did not have anything to spend it on so I just didn't and I still don't) and if I was forced to then I don't think I could even do it because it sounds too complicated.

Sensory stuff doesn't just make me mildy irritable, I can't stand it. If clothes are a bad texture then I won't wear it and if the weather's so bad that I have to then I start crying. I have misophonia mainly bad with eating/chewing sounds, I cannot eat with other people, I just always go to my room or anywhere else if that's not available even if it's somewhere uncomfortable like a bed or a bathroom I can't eat at the table or be around people that are eating. Sometimes I wear headphones with really loud music on when I can't escape it (like in the car, but I do want to start wearing them out in public too). My younger brother knows that mouth smacking noises make me panic so he often comes up to me and starts making them so I will scream because he finds it funny when I'm stressed

What are clothes even. I can never dress for the occassion, maybe I could look outside the window and just copy what people are wearing if it's cold or warm etc but didn't do that yet. Putting on socks takes a long time (but worry not I have a System), I hate wearing multiple layers of shirts and will do anything to not have to do that, though usually I'm forced to cause it's too cold and I'm gonna pull and smack it the entire time if not just start growling and crying through it. I get it because it's "cold" out or whatever but also I don't really. If it inconvenieces me or makes me feel bad then I won't listen to reason or explaining why I have to I'm too busy being pissed and thinking about something else to care or really actually get it. I wore a bra outside as a teen for not more than like 2 years and I think you can guess why my mother eventually just gave up at trying to get me to put it on after a point. Putting on clothes at all is tiring and boring and tedious in general which is why I hate autumn and winter because that's where I have to get the most. I go multiple days sometimes weeks wearing the same things because of that.

Maintaining hygiene sucks especially showering. I only do it about once a week or two (if nobody explicitly tells me to) and it sucks. Two good things about showers is that one, the hot water is nice on my skin (even if mother complains that I get it so warm that it steams over all the mirrors and walls) and two I guess I'm clean now so that's nice. I think I would straight up explode if I stood for the whole duration of it like majority of people do, I just sit on the floor and use the shower hose like that cause why not why don't other people do that. It takes me like, half an our of maybe more because showering sucks. I'm too distracted with pouring water on myself that I forget my objective or my brain just turns off and I gotta remember what the hell I'm doing. I do an okay job with the hair but I have no idea how to scrub my skin in a way so it won't hurt so I'm just stuck with permanent dirt stains all over

Bad at empathy, social things and with understanding things and not in a Quirky way. I don't get most things people are saying and I need stuff clarified, or repeated in simpler words, many times sometimes if needed, I don't get or care about people's emotions and won't comfort them if they're sad I'll just get away from them because it makes me stressed. Bad things happen and I'm excited as long as it doesn't affect me because I find it entertaining especially if it's something new that I never heard of before. I can't pick up on subtle hints and won't try and make an effort to blend in or get involved, I'll just walk away, if someone is uncomfortable with something I'm doing or acting like then no matter how "obvious" they try and make it, I will not do or change anything unless they explicitly tell me exactly what's wrong or what I have to do. Can't follow "abstract" instructions, I can only do things where it's the most comprehensive detailed and explicitly laid out thing ever and even then I will ask questions cause I forget. If someone instructs me to do something and it's too long or they didn't explain every single possible step I will not do it, or if I do understand it, if it's too long then I'll forget it and won't do it. Need things like slightly more advanced math broken down to me very slowly and gradually like you're teaching a small child in very simple easy to understand way so I can do it, and I'll forget it all later anyway. I don't do facial expressions aside from a sort of grimace when I get very happy/something makes me laugh or when I'm crying. I don't understand most complicated concepts (unless it's something related to my special interests, but even then I just have a willingness to learn and idk if I'll actually learn) like politics and related stances, I do have my own beliefs but I can't really explain them further than just writing them out, and it's pretty surface level. Idk how to "mask" I don't know if I'm doing it and how I would do it and I don't think I care.

I think about my special interests and hyperfixations all the time. Not an exaggeration not a hyperbole I always think about my special interests and hyperfixations every second of my life. I get stressed if I'm forced to care or think about anything else other than them. Also I got permanent music playing in my brain 24/7 so even if I didn't think about the former things it's near impossible to really focus on stuff that like involves lots of thinking and remembering. My special interests don't make me "smart" or a savant either.

I can't just easily cope with my symptoms. I can't "will it away" or "trick" it or "just self-accomodate" for all or even most of what comes with my autism I need help so I can be comfortable and not get seriously sick or die. One more condescending "universal autism advice" post I will resort to extreme violence

The autism "community" on tumblr is very exclusive and only centered on certain LSN autistics, every post is just written by and for LSN autistics and treating them as the only autistics that matter or are worth including, just straight up treating people like me like they don't exist, are "stereotypes", or too embarrassing for them to acknowledge. Everybody keeps saying "it's a spectrum" but nobody means it. People here straight up jump at and bully each other for acting too autistic for some fucking reason. We're never getting out of the torment nexus aren't we

[daylighted]

I’m sorry to be that person but i simply can’t understand what happened with artyandink, i love their posts and bots and i would just like to understand better what happened since the posts and everything weren’t really clear for me 😭

so basically the very short & sweet ( update after finishing writing it: it was not short or sweet ) answer is that she word for word copied one of my writings, alongside many of my other ideas ( at the very least mentioning wanting to do them at the same time as me so she could put hers up first and get validation for an idea that wasn't hers, i imagine, but that's speculation ) and then when i stopped letting it happen and called her out on it, she blamed it on photographical memory of all things, but at least stopped, so i thought it was done.

phase two is when she started being incredibly rude and passive aggressive to me or anyone that would listen about how we didn't interact with her stuff anymore, and how it wasn't fair. which is honestly incredibly rich, isn't it? because she rarely interacted with our things, or gave them the recognition that she wanted in return. but really, it wasn't about fairness and doesn't matter if things are interacted with equally or whatever, she was just mad nobody was hyped for her things anymore because the only things we saw from her, weren't her own ideas.

in between this phase & phase three is when she starts genuinely harassing me personally. messages on discord privately, tagging me in a public server if i don't respond in time ( we have a six hour time difference! when it's morning for her, it's the dead of night for me! ), private messaging me on tumblr, sending asks on tumblr. literally all in the same 30 minute span max. always asking things along the lines of if i think she's a bad person, or guilting me personally, about never interacting with her things.

this is not like an excuse or whatever, but at the time, i was hardly posting on tumblr / less than i am now, because everything i wrote got taken, so i lessened it a lot. i was only ever on tumblr to post my things when i did, and that was it! very rare! so interacting with her things was hardly ever on my mind!

phase three. personally feels like a crashout to me because it's actually insane. the same day that she again messages me, this time asking if i got an anon abt her, which alone is crazy that even happened because who talks shit about someone, to someone else? that they might not even know follows? i tell her no, because it obviously feels shady as fuck. and so she starts being really weird. things like, well i got this ask in the screenshot i'm sending you, and a second saying you definitely got one, but i don't have the screenshot of the second, because i deleted it, but not the first. shady, right? anyways. same day as all of this, she gets on the server like, hey guys, i'm gonna let my friend take over my entire tumblr & discord, her name is dani. hope this is okay! and not even two seconds later, she was suddenly 'dani.' please keep track that this is her second persona. so obviously, she gets kicked because it's weird as fuck, it was honestly just something you had to be there for to see how weird it was, i guess? she changes her tumblr user to daniisms, starts messaging all of us ( in the server, i have not clarified! ) privately and stuff, saying that well, arty was just depressed, that's why she gave away the entirety of her accounts. like any of that makes sense to do.

phase four is actually the most diabolical one because she gets blocked! by all of us! because again, it is weird as fuck. this is when she private messages people again but now her excuse is, oh, NONE of this was me, i've been gone for a month, this was a hacker. so hackers steal supernatural writers tumblrs and their discords, somehow, which mind you, how would anyone even know her discord user? it's nowhere on her account from the last i saw, and so genuinely, how would a hacker know this information to hack her there? so hackers make up an imaginary friend to blame their issues on, and when it fails, that's when they leave your account to you? and also you just so happen to conveniently come back right when the hacker is gone?

the text messages she used in her 'evidence' were faked. you can recreate them exactly in iphonefaketextmessage, something that every writer i've talked to knows, because we've used it at one point for our own writing. suddenly, now that 'she's' back on her own account, she's continuing fics that her hacker made.

she's clearly convinced herself that i'm an enemy and that i'm stupid all at once, because even to this day she is bringing up my name to people that she wants to befriend now that people aren't interested in being friends with someone so conniving and honestly? psychotic at this rate. she apologizes in my messages for everything, still not taking any accountability, and then to everyone else & where she can be perceived, she's trying to discredit whatever i say while trying to paint herself as a savior for "shutting down anyone that says a thing bad about dahlia."

even in her defenses against herself, she literally cannot stop herself from trying to take away from what SHE put me through.

i hope this is further clarification. a lot of the evidence of things i say in here is in my first post, and there's also more i didn't talk about. this was supposed to be short & sweet but it is an incredibly complicated manner, and i just want to be done with it, but she won't stop bringing me up.

and i hate that i have to say this at all, but i really, truly hope this isn't you, arty. seriously. the consequences of our actions are tough, but that's why they're consequences. if you see this, and i know somehow you will, even though i keep you blocked and don't talk about you except for the one post i made and one reblog i did yesterday when you again had my name in your mouth, please leave me alone.

[lovemyromance]

Yeah I haven't been keeping up with any of the drama on the different character weeks/ship weeks or whatever, so this is all I'm gonna say:

It seems kinda obvious that Elain week is going to feature Elriel & Elucien art. If it ONLY featured ship content, that would be an issue but I saw plenty of non-shipping related content. Now the AMOUNT of content for each ship ... well that solely depends on the creator/commissioners of such work, does it not?

"There's not enough Elucien content" okay then make or commission more? It's not like the account running the week refused to reblog Elucien content

"Well, I refuse to participate because I'm not allowed to ship Elain with a known abuser so I am boycotting the week" ok then why are you even complaining?

If you, as a group of contributors, refuse to produce content for a display week.... obviously there's going to be less of that group's content??

Like I'm sorry but that's just common sense, I fear.

Gwyn week also has hella Gwynriel art. Don't see anyone complaining about that? Lucien week (if such a thing exists) probably has hella Elucien content. Nobody's out here complaining about that.

Imagine if the Vassiens were suddenly like ... "I'm not participating in Lucien week because I hate the rules in place for it" and then had the audacity to complain that there was not enough Vassien art?? That would be crazy.

You want to see more of your preferred ship or more of your fav individual character? Then learn to draw or write or commission it from people who can.

It would be a whole other issue if the account running the week was purposefully not reblogging Elucien or individual Elain content but that was NOT the case. The rules have always been "Ships are welcome, as long as they are not known absuers. Please tag the official account so your work can be reblogged." What's the problem here?

Let's be mindful of the hard work people put in to run these weeks. If you don't think it's being done right, then nobody is stopping you from hosting one yourself.

[azsazz]

SJM Ask Game

Thank you for the tag @daydreaming-nerd !! 💙💙 (I do want to hear those redacted answers for where you put tharion lol) I feel like it's been so long since I've been on tumblr or even done one of these but I'm excited💙

1) What’s your favourite SJM book?

Hmmmm I'm gonna say ACOMAF because that's when I was first introduced to Azzy and the obsession began 💙😈

2) Which is your favourite series (tog, acotar or cc)

If you don't know me, CC is one of the worst books I've ever read. It's hard to choose between ACOTAR and TOG tho because they were both really good....

3) Who is your favourite character? (And why?)

Hehehehehehehehe. Az obviously 🥰

4) Do you have a favourite quote from one of the books?

Hmmmm...tbh not really...the ones that stay stuck in my head are the cringey ones...BUT, let's go with "Cassian shot him a glare. 'I don't see you spouting poetry, brother.' Azriel crossed his arms, still smiling faintly, 'I don't need to resort to it.'" THAT'S GODDAMN RIGHT BBY YOU DONT 💙💙 legs spread for mah boi

5) Favourite ship?

Azris frfr

6) Elriel or Gwynriel? Or neither?

Azris frfr

7) Who’s the most underrated SJM character?

Oooof there's so many. Fenrys. I've never gotten enough of him.

8) Which character do you wish to learn more about?

Azris frfr. I want both of their backstories rn

9) Are there any characters you don’t like?

Bryce Quinlan and Danika Fendyr

10) Favourite bat boy?

My king azriel 💙💙

11) Favourite court?/ Which one would you most like to live in?

Honestly I'd probably either live in Autumn or Night tbh.

12) Favourite SJM villain?

Does Tamlin count? lol.

13) If you could change one thing in any of the books what would it be?

That CC never happened

14) Favourite SJM theory?

Azris frfr

15) Favourite Archeron sister?

Prob Ness

16) A character you feel is over-hated/ underrated:

over-rated: bryce quinlan

under-rated: chaol 💙

17) Aelin, Bryce, or Feyre?

Aelin!!

18) What’s your favourite character from each series?

Fenrys, Azriel, Ruhn

19) If you wrote an acotar book what would you call it?

A Court of Smoke and Cinders? (azris frfr)

20) Who is your favourite acotar blogger?

nah there's literally too many to choose from

21)What fics would you recommend to people who love the series?

The Serpent and the Wings of Night

Questions for writers

22) Easiest character to write for?

Azzy because i built him brick by brick

23) Hardest character to write for?

LUCIEN. IDK WHY

24) What’s a character you’d like to write for but haven’t yet?

lol who haven't i written for? hmmmm...maybe fenrys, aedion, or hunt?

25) What’s a court you’d like to write about more?

Dawn!

26) What’s a character you won’t write for and why?

hmmm...idk I'd like to say that I'd try anything once...

27) If you could only write for one character ever again, who would you pick?

azzy. nobody compares to him

28) Whats your favourite trope to write about when it comes to Azriel?

right now i think modern aus...in any sort. or anything that involves angst i love putting everyone thru some shit

29) What do you think is the best/favourite acotar fic you’ve written?

hmmmm...i feel like this is impossible to choose

30) Who are your favourite friendships to write about?

eris x anyone because this man needs a friend

31) For first time readers to your blog, which three fics would you recommend they read?

LMAO ummm...I'll list at least one for. every character

Az: Cupid's Chokehold or Midnight Muse

Cass: In Storm or Dial Drunk or Better Men Have Hit Their Knees and Bigger Men Have Died

Eris: You Know I Always Liked Playing with Fire or Hide

Rhys: Clandestine Love or Dioxazine

Lucien: The Other Woman or My Happy Ending

or literally any poly can't go wrong with those tbh

No pressure tags: @writingsbychlo @acourtofwhatthefuck @i-am-a-lost-girl16 @azrielhours @a-frog-with-a-laptop or anyone else who wants to participate!

[antimony-medusa]

Why do MultiFandom Exchanges Run on Don't Like: Don't Read?

I was writing that writeup about the amperslash exchange last night, and I realized that some people don't know this. So. Say you are running a multifandom exchange. You got a big amount of people sign up for it, there's like 84 people signed up, and they all nominated 3 fandoms, and there's a bunch of overlap, but you are stil looking at like 120 different fandoms. You have a big mod team, for an exchange that isn't Yuletide, cause there's two of you running this exchange. Do you think that you are intimately familiar with all of those fandoms?

I have been around the internet for a long time, and I know a lot of fandoms by sight, but let me tell you, I could not tell you on-sight which of the Mass Effect relationships are canonically (or even fanonically) considered to be toxic/abusive/problematic. If you are running a multifandom exchange, there is simply no viable way to know the network of these relationships in canon, much less once you consider in fandon stuff like "these people are commonly headcanoned as siblings".

So like, say you wanted to say "no abusive relationships?" or "no incest?" I've seen exchanges try to run with that rule. You are immediately vulnerable to people coming in and saying "oh these people are canonically related" when what happened is a queercoded relationship got translated as "cousins" in the english dub. Or they mean "he's like a brother to me" that gets used as family headcanon fodder. Or a relationship where people were enemies to lovers is presented as "abusive" because of their past. And then suddenly you, the mod team of two people, is poring over localization notes and clips and fanon essays instead of doing the hundred other things that an exchange needs. Even in MCYTblr, I am aware of a lot of lore, and I keep being surprised by things like people saying "oh empires and hermit false are canonically sisters", and I watched the empires crossover. It is simply not viable to keep up with which relationships might be toxic/problematic in every relationship in every fandom on the internet. AND you're faced with things like "well this apepars to be canonically okay, but fanon would say otherwise, so if we let it through, people are still gonna be mad/hurt because the fanon is so pervasive, but if we turn it down, people are gonna be mad because canonically it's fine, so—"

It's a moderating nightmare. So the only viable way forward is to say "we will let literally anything into the exchange, be warned that there might be stuff you find objectionable in the tag set, by participating you agree that even if you disagree you're not gonna harass anyone for it" and we go. But you do want to make sure that nobody has to write a relationship they have a problem with, right? Well, that's why the "you only have to write what you offered" rule. The way the matching works is you only match to what you offered, so if there are five ships you don't agree with and two you do in the tag set, you just offer your two, and then you'll be matched on the two.

You offer what you're comfortable with, and then the algorithm does its work, and then even if you match to someone who requested something you go "oh boy" to, everyone agrees to ignore everything they didn't match to, so you just put a sticky note over that part of the screen, and continue with the one relationship you do agree with that person on.

But how do you make sure that the person who thinks that this popular relationship is abusive (they hate it and wants them to break up) and the person who thinks this relationship is actually fine and hcs it as fluffy, and the person thinks it's bad but wants to watch them destroy each other hand in unloveable hand, all get what they want? There are 84 people in your exchange, it absolutely does not work to match fluff writers to fluff writers by hand.

That's when DNWs and defaults happen. Your DNW is everything you don't want to see, so the person who wants fluff can write down "I do not want toxic dynamics" and the person who wants them to break up can DNW "happy endings", and everyone will get a gift that matches their specifications. And defaults— that's for if you match on a relationship you like, but it turns out the person you requested only wanted canon-typical homophobia and unhappy endings, and you want fluff, so you can say "actually I can't write this", you send it back to the mods, they post it as a pitch hit, and it gets picked up by someone who can look at the whole request, go "yeah I can rock with some canon-typical homophobia and unhappy endings" and opt in specifically to the request.

The whole system is set up to try and balance "everything is welcome, we are not passing judgement on your fandom" (the dl:dr attitude about what's allowed in) and "you only have to opt in to anything, nobody gets forced to write something they don't like/agree with" (you only match on what you offered and requested, you can default if someone asks something you don't like). That's the exchange space standard.

And THAT is why matching in a big exchange is always an adventure, and that's why the entire exchange space has agreed, to make this whole thing we're doing together to work, to just go "that's not for me, but you do you" and just move on when they see something they don't personally vibe with.

[sundrop-writes]

Since season two of TLOU is coming out soon on Max, do you think you’ll write for the fandom again like two years ago when the show first premiered? I love your writing and still reread your fics about Abby or Ellie

TLDR: no, not a chance. I am trying so hard not to think about the show even coming out.

I am really glad that you like my previous fics, and they are there for you to go back and reread and enjoy. But I have way too many feelings about the fandom and the fucking of the source material to go back to it right now.

Oh gosh it's so early and I'm so tired but this ask gave me a lot of feelings

Let me just get this straight for anybody who doesn't follow my main blog and somehow hasn't gotten this one yet:

I hate HBO's The Last of Us.

I am someone who doesn't like using the word "hate" because I think it's a strong word and I reserve it for certain special situations - and this is one of those situations.

I hate that show so much that I cannot even properly express it with words. Every time that it's mentioned my muscles get tense, I get overly emotional, ugh.

One of the reasons that TLOU is currently in the "retired fandoms" second of my masterlist is because of that fucking show.

I am gonna try to keep this short instead of going on a huge meandering rant, but basically, the main reason I wrote for TLOU a lot was mainly out of spite.

When S1 of the show came out is because I forgot that it was coming out, and then suddenly material and discussion about it was everywhere, and seeing such wrong interpretations of something that I love forced me into writing fanfiction to literally cope. I was pissed off at everyone for being so wrong about characters that I love, and I wanted to show everyone the "real" versions of those characters. (And the fanfiction was not taken well by the audience - people were constantly begging for sequels for things I was going to do, being rude, only caring about smut, etc.)

I did not have a good time in the fandom at that time, especially because I felt like a lot of people weren't actually there to enjoy the source material - a lot of people were just there to enjoy the physical attractiveness of the characters and read smut. Which, there's nothing wrong with wanting to read smut, but I wanted to actually enjoy TLOU game and its details - and nobody wanted to participate with me.

And this time around, I have purposefully blocked every single TLOU tag I can think of - every single variant, every single title, every thing. Because I think that if I have to see their version of Abby on my dashboard, I will snap.

I have explained it before on other blogs - but I did not truly care about TLOU until Part II came out, and Abby is the whole reason why. I have never connected with a character as much as I connect with her, and seeing her desecrated by that show will mentally break me. In 2020, Abby Anderson saved my life. Not The Last of Us - but her character did. I was going through one of the worst states ever - I was having a harsh eating disorder relapse, I woke up every single day heavily considering ending my life due to personal circumstances and the state of the world - and her story literally pulled me up and gave me the strength to go on.

Her story touched me on such intense, personal levels. There is one fic on AO3 that I have written about her called Bring Me Your Pain, Love that I wrote in 2020 that I consider the fanfiction that single handedly saved my sanity that year - all because of Abby. And I know that I do not have it in me to watch the HBO version or hear the "I hate Abby because she killed Joel" fucking slander all over again and again and again.

So I am 100% avoiding the show and pretending it does not exist

Currently I am working on a George Weasley fic that is making me very happy. And I hope to work on more Harry Potter fanfiction after that. And hopefully I can spend most of this spring working on Harry Potter related stuff because it makes me happy

[clockwise-works]

Hey. It's been a while.

So this might get long and wordy, and I've kinda been thinking this over a lot and if I even should make a post like this or just slowly "integrate" myself back for a lack of better terminology, but I think I'd rather just talk. And that is in part because I honestly just feel bad for the radio silence, you know? I mean I had someone send me an ask checking in on how I was doing, people messaging my discord, people were tagging me occasionally to show me cool stuff they made, like all these cool people still had me in mind even when I was practically non existent.

And while there is no real "obligation to respond" when it comes to fandom and stuff like this, I still don't think it'd be fair on my part to just pop right back up, act like everything was and is cool, all the while I possibly had people thinking there was something wrong or serious going on with me. Also, putting this here towards the start, if you end up reading this and in the last month or so made some art, writing, or anything else cool please go ahead and reblog it! I'm gonna try to go through as many peoples' profiles as I possibly can, but that's a lot of scrolling and I don't wanna miss stuff.

So, the break. What's going on.

Initially, I was just busy. My once work from home job had gotten an unexpected roadblock so to say in mid-October, and I had spent the rest of the remaining month searching for a place to rent, cleaning, and getting it up and running, all the while balancing my college classes. It was a lot, and so I just got busy. But then things slowed down, work and school finally started to settle into a comfortable pace again, and yet I still couldn't bring myself to log on. I couldn't fully explain it at first, but it dawned on me why after some time.

Simply put, I was unhappy with my creative endeavors in the last few months, and had begun to doubt myself and my "role" in this little corner of the internet. I would see my last couple art posts and would only feel disappointment. And I don't mean in a numbers game or engagement sense, I don't want anyone thinking, "oh had I only commented 1 more time then-" no. I want it to be absolutely clear it is nobodies fault but my own and that I have no intentions on quitting, nor that I do I not love or care for Zelda, Miphlink shit, and all my other passions anymore (no matter how little attention I give them in hindsight).

It's rather that I had developed a bad mentality towards my art in the last few months. I don't want to get into the specifics of it, but months ago there was some drama in the Miphlink "community" I was a part of, and while nothing serious or important came of it thankfully, it was still something that weighed heavy on my mind. Because there was the possibility that someone would quit their passion, that it was ruined for them, and being a part of it it was my fault.

So I felt like I had to prove my worth in a sense, make up for that potential loss, to give back to the community I was worried I had taken from. And so I pushed myself to release as much art as possible, to draw Link and Mipha doing unique and new things to offer something of worth to people. I pushed myself to the point I was rushing art pieces, I was cutting corners, I was settling for less when I envisioned so much more, just to get it out.

And this is no one's fault but my own. While yes, whatever happened months ago sucked, I still stand by my position and do not regret anything, but I alone am responsible for how my brain responded, for allowing myself to fall into a bad mentality when it came to my hobby, and I think it shows.

I don't care for notes in a numbers game way, I don't need to be the best of the best, but I do like it for seeing what people like and what people don't. And the last few art pieces didn't do well, and you know what? I see it. I believe people can tell when art is made with love and passion, it's why so often we hear the critique "this is soulless." And I feel like my art was very clearly not as good as it could be. It just lacked that feeling of passion, because I sacrificed quality and spirit for a fucking quick turn around. I felt my passion, my spark for this, my pride in my work to become something I was disappointed in.

This isn't a plea for attention or compliment fishing either, nor is this a complaint that I "don't get enough attention." I appreciate and love all that I've gotten in response, and it is already more than I ever envisioned getting. I don't want people to read this and think they need to leave me nice comments telling me how cool my shit is and all that, because I don't want people to feel like they HAVE to engage for my well being. Art is meant to be enjoyed, and that kind of pressure makes it hard for you to enjoy it.

Instead, this is a self evaluation, an outline for things I'm disappointed at myself for and hope to improve upon the coming new year, and an apology to those who possibly feared the worst from my silence, or felt as if i was ignoring them because I didn't care. I haven't figured it all out, I don't know what I want to do or how or when I'll do it, but I can't avoid this confrontation anymore. Somethings gotta change, and that starts with recognizing and working towards that change.

Thanks for reading, and sorry for it being so long.

[time-to-write-and-suffer]

Seven snippets, seven people

Was tagged by @lonsdalewrite forty bazillion years ago, finally have enough material and spoons to actually share stuff. Thank you for the tag!!

Gonna do the elf marriage wip (Nettle and Song if you're pretentious (and I am)) cuz it's the freshest one

Tagging (lmk if you want off this ride or onto it)

@hanna-writes, @nabanna, @croaceian, @angelofthemornings, @descent-of-stars

@rrrawrf-rewrites, @scribble-dee-vee, @forthesanityofsome @meanceclosetohell and YOUUUUUUU!

Putting the snippets under a cut cuz I can't be bothered to edit them rn but I might feel up for it later also it got kinda long oops

1

“Relax. As long as you don’t murder anyone, these talks will be the most peaceful interaction we’ve had with humans since the war ended,” Del mumbled while they waited. “It’ll be fine even if you don’t speak. Or smile. Or make any sort of positive impression.”

“Uh-huh. I’m sure they’ll love giving their princess away to the meanest-looking asshole in the Given Earth.”

“Meanest-looking? No-no, dear prince, you’re a pretty elf boy. Humans find elves irresistible, you know. Just pout and bat your little eyelashes, and they’ll let you get away with just about anything.

Roel grimaced, hand tightening around the hilt of his sword.

“Wonderful.”

2

Mother sat down next to Teddy, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Nobody can force you to marry against your will, Theodosia. No matter who says what, no matter the so-called political benefits or diplomacy. You are not cattle to be traded.”

Mother glared at Elias, who winced, “Stop. I didn’t bring Teddy up to trade her.”

“Then why did you?”

“And why not? Is this better? What’s left for her here, where she’s not allowed into the royal palace without an invitation? Where her own mother and siblings can’t see her without sneaking behind the king’s back like criminals? She didn’t do anything wrong!”

3

“Ted? Is everything alright?”

He put rubbed her back gently. It made the tears sting harder, and she blinked them away stubbornly. If people noticed Efra, they’d notice her and her expression, and that would lead to gossip. Better to have the elves be the main talking point rather than the queen’s rejected child having a crisis.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she sighed deeply.

“Are you sure? I could tell them to wait.”

“No, it’s fine. I was just remembering some things. Nothing to worry about.”

She forced a smile. Efra didn’t seem convinced, but this wasn’t the time to figure out Teddy’s emotional traumas. He had to drop it almost as much as she.

“The elves are ready to meet me, I assume?” she said when he kept staring at her with that worried expression.

“Yes. But I’d rather come up with an excuse than have you break down in front of them.”

“’Break down’?” Teddy scoffed. “Please. If I were breaking down, there would be casualties.”

4

“I forgot that humans welcome women in combat,” Del said thoughtfully. “Androel, would you consider this a virtue or a flaw in a woman?”

Roel hated his brother in that moment, when Del forced all eyes to land on him.

He grunted vaguely, “Depends on who she’s fighting.”

5

“Do you have magic too, Lady Frye? Were you blessed by your goddess?” Roel wondered, genuine curiosity softening his tone.

Lady Frye smiled demurely. “I have been blessed by Etheme as well as any other member of my family, Your Highness. Even if it was never quite so obvious as those of my siblings, I am still grateful for it.”

“For what?” Roel pressed.

Her smile took on a strained edge. “One must be grateful for everything Etheme deems fit to give. My only gifts were a full belly and a loving family.”

So she hadn’t received a blessing, then. She had no magic. Wasn’t that so much easier to say than whatever other nonsense she’d been going on about?

The song was coming to an end. Soon, they parted, and Roel bowed along with the other men. She curtsied deeply.

“Thank you, Prince Androel,” she said. “I hope we can dance again sometime.”

He didn’t.

6

“But don’t you want to choose who you marry?” Mother asked. “What if they demand heirs? What then?”

Teddy hadn’t thought that far. Or rather, she hadn’t wanted to think that far. The idea of simply sharing a bed with Prince Androel made her queasy enough, but imagining touching him? Or him touching her? It made her want to peel her skin off.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. If we get there. Aren’t you worried a little too prematurely? What if Prince Androel says no?”

She half hoped he would.

Mother shook her head, “I spoke with King Roendel. The prince is willing.”

Oh. So it was really happening.

After that awful first meeting, too! It seemed the prince must’ve had his own reasons for accepting, since he was openly disgusted with her.

And every other human.

And everything in general.

7

“How long do I have to stay?”

“There is no time requirement, Your Highness, and you may leave whenever you please. Though I would recommend staying for the better part of an hour at the very least, if you cannot tolerate a whole night.”

“Can you?” he challenged.

“I don’t see why not. I’ve a good book, some hot tea and biscuits, and it’s a warm summer night. There are worse ways to spend an evening.”

“Where will you sleep?”

“In the bed.”

“And where will I sleep?”

Theodosia pursed her lips, her cheeks bursting with sudden color. “I’m sure the bed can accommodate two people.”

“Which part of ‘I am not touching you’ escapes your understanding?” Roel sneered.

“If at least one of us is awake when physical contact accidentally happens, we each would be able to stop it. And if it happens while we’re both asleep, what difference does it make?”