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mimine666 · 7 months

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Fictober 12: "I’m not saying I didn’t like it.”

Fandom : Major Crimes

Rating: E (quite explicit by my standarts so I won't post it on ff.net this time)

Day 12: “I’m not saying I didn’t like it.”

Sharon laid on her back, looking at the ceiling, still panting. She couldn’t help but feel … she didn’t even know what was the word for that. Shaken? Moved? Weirded out?

“You ok?” Asked the man next to her, strangely quiet himself.

“Mmhhh” She only responded, not sure what to say under those circumstances.

“You didn’t like it…” It was more a statement than a question.

“I’m not saying I didn’t like it” She responded. Reassuring the ones around her came as a second nature for her. It wasn’t false. It’s not like she didn’t like it, quite the contrary. It certainly was the most intense orgasm she ever had. How could she dislike receiving so much pleasure ? “It’s just… it’s just so very different.” She voiced, not sure what to tell him since she didn’t know what to think herself.

And how could she when her world just got rocked like that?

Nearly 55 years on Earth, more than 35 being sexually active, two children, three pregnancies and never before had she experienced that.

It had started normally enough: dinner just the two of them in that little Indian place Andy loved so much, a walk in the park nearby, and tea when coming back to his place. Then kisses, caresses, disrobing. It was quite the usual. Both of them naked on his bed, him going down on her, that was their nearly everyday. But what changed? What changed from him giving her a “normal” head, that fantastic, exciting, delicious sensation, the feeling of his lips and tongue on her most intimate part, his fingers buried in her, enhancing her pleasure. She was not ashamed to admit that was what she preferred these days in bed. She loved being one with one but the feeling of his wet hot mouth on her core was just so So SO absolutely delicious. Maybe it was the fact that she had missed out on this particular act for her whole life that made it so engaging, too.

But how did it go from delicious to mind blowing? To him seeming to do the same thing as usual: from the movement of his lips, to the flip of his tongue around her clit to… Ohhhh!! That was the difference : his fingers. Usually he would pump them into her, first slowly then increasingly rapidly and firmly, following her cue. This time, he looked for that amazing spot deep within her and kept on messaging it, making her feel like liquid pleasure. Until her legs shook uncontrollably, until she felt her throat burn from moaning so much, until she felt she couldn’t take it anyone but kept on wanting more. Until her world shattered, the pleasure so intense it bordered pain. Until she felt herself grow wetter and wetter. Until something snapped and her body squirted waves and waves of liquid pleasure as her orgasm washed over her, leaving the bed wet and her feeling both dirty and completely drained.

Yes, it’s not that she didn’t like it because frankly she did. She just didn’t like that feeling of something going out of body, without really knowing what it was. She didn’t like losing control to that extent. She especially didn’t like the feeling of helplessness she felt. Like if she hadn’t lived her life to its fullest until now. As if she had missed out on so much, all those years.

Maybe they could try again. If she expected it, now that she knew it could happen, maybe it would be different. Yes, that’s what she needed: give it another try, she’ll decide after if she likes it or not.

#fanfiction #sharon raydor #andy flynn #shandy #major crimes #fictober23 #autumn #fictober event #let's warm up

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this-geek · 1 month

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Hii! For the fanfic ask game: #6 for the fic you think this suits best (is there one fic you feel is *really* different from the others you've written, or something about the writing process it that made it special to you?), and #11 for "I want to go Dancin'"!

Thank you so much for the ask. I appreciate it so much 😊

I'm turning the time machine back for the first one. My mind has been piqued by Shandy once again so have some thoughts on this fic I wrote about them; They don't belong to one another in like 2020 (it feels older tbh)

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

I think this was one of my first kinda dark and angsty fics along with being M rated so I do think of this fic from time to time whenever my brain turns round and takes an interest in Sharon Raydor again. It is an oldie but goldie.

I want to go dancing

11: What do you like best about this fic?

The simplicity. We never got to see Blanche and Dorothy dance (as far as I remember), so the two of them dancing together is open to the imagination. Also Blanche being dipped. I've never been dipped, but I imagine it's as romantic it sounds and probably requires a decent level of trust.

#ask game #fanfiction asks #major crimes #sharon raydor #andy flynn #shandy #the golden girls #dorothy zbornak #blanche devereaux #do they have a ship name just the of them?#other than just #dorothy x blanche

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tsarisfanfiction · 1 year

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Tears Will Not Wash Away Your Crimes

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Rating: Teen Genre: Angst Characters: Michael, Luke Michael liked Luke just fine; he was the camp's big brother, after all. This muse has been flitting around my head for a while and finally decided it wanted to be made into a fic. This is an AU/contains some stealth time travel fic, and also contains major character death. And, of course, a large dose of my headcanons regarding characters and canon events.

The snap of a fallen twig breaking startled Michael into turning around, an arrow nocked on his string, only to be brought up short by a soft laugh and hands raised in surrender.

“Sorry, sorry,” Luke chuckled good-naturedly. “Didn’t mean to make you jump, Michael.” One raised hand nudged at his bow, shifting it until the point of the arrow wasn’t aimed directly at his chest. Shoulders slumping as the tension eased out of them, Michael let his bow lower, bringing it down from full draw and slipping the arrow back into his quiver.

“Do that again and you’ll get an arrow in you,” he threatened. Luke winced, no doubt remembering the several occasions he had ended up the wrong end of a released arrow – it had been a couple of years since Lee had convinced him to stop shooting people who pissed him off, but Luke had been at camp before the ceasefire.

“I’ll do my best,” the son of Hermes promised, the scar on his face crinkling with his easy-going smile, before his expression turned into something more pensive. “Look, Michael – can we talk?”

“What about?” Michael asked, confused and wracking his brain for anything that might prompt Luke seeking him out. He liked the older camper well enough, but he was Lee’s friend more than Michael’s and while Luke was perfectly friendly with him, he didn’t normally go out of his way to interact.

“It won’t take long,” Luke promised, “but I’d rather not talk about it in the open.” He inclined his head towards the treeline a little way beyond the borders of the archery range, and with a sigh Michael shouldered his bow.

“We’re not supposed to go into the woods outside of sanctioned activities,” he muttered, well aware that it was a rule he’d broken several times himself – he liked jumping through the trees, and the dryads had long since allowed him to do so as long as he didn’t damage them.

Even freshly fourteen, Michael was hardly big enough to cause damage even if he wanted to.

“Just inside the treeline,” Luke coaxed. “We won’t go deep.”

Michael huffed, but nodded and let the older boy lead the way. True to his word, they didn’t go deep, although they ended up in a thicker part nonetheless, where the trees were just a little too tightly packed for him to draw his bow with ease. Luke had a grip on his sword’s hilt, though, and with the company of the camp’s best swordsman (whatever people said about that Poseidon kid – Percy – Luke was clearly still the superior swordsman; even Michael could see that and he was near-useless with swords), the restriction on his own weapon didn’t worry him as much as it otherwise would.

“What is it?” he asked when Luke drew to a halt, leaning nonchalantly back against a tall tree. Michael mimicked him against a trunk opposite the older boy, arms crossed.

Luke hesitated. It was only a brief moment, but it was enough to tell Michael that whatever it was Luke wanted to say, it was important – and difficult. “I thought it would be Percy,” he said, running a hand through his hair. Blond strands stuck up in all directions, giving him a harried appearance. “It should have been Percy, I prepared for Percy, but…”

He spread his hands helplessly – a gesture that would have looked far more helpless if he hadn’t had his sword in one hand. It wasn’t his usual sword, Michael realised. It was two colours, bronze and what looked like steel, although what use a demigod had for steel, Michael couldn’t fathom. “This would be a lot easier if it was Percy.”

Irritation prickled up Michael’s spine.

“What are you talking about?” he demanded. “What does that guy have to do with anything – to do with me?” He’d barely even met the son of Poseidon – with Percy’s skill in swordsmanship and complete and utter lack of any archery competence at all, their paths had had little reason to cross.

Luke sighed again, and he sounded sad. His hand ran through his hair again, giving him the appearance of a blond porcupine. “I wish I didn’t have to do this,” he said, his voice breaking on the final word and going from sad to absolutely heartbroken. “You’re a good kid, Michael.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Michael demanded, an unsettling feeling enveloping him although he couldn’t tell what in particular had him on edge. “Quit with the fucking riddles, Luke.”

Luke took a deep breath that trembled like a freshly released string and pushed himself away from the tree, rocking his weight onto the balls of his feet. Michael had always know the height gap between the two of them was ridiculous, but as Luke crossed the distance between them in two dragging strides, he felt for the first time like the older boy was looming over him.

Hemming him in.

“Luke?”

His confused instincts screamed for him to arm himself, to pull his bow off his shoulder and enforce his personal space, but Michael’s back was against the tree and he didn’t have space to reach for his bow.

Above him, Luke’s forehead made contact with the bark of the tree, as one hand rested against the trunk, and Michael’s unease increased tenfold. He was trapped.

Luke closed his eyes and let out another unsteady breath. It almost sounded like he was about to cry.

Needing to get out, Michael put his hands on the older boy’s ribs and pushed, but his size worked against him and Luke barely shifted where he stood.

“It was supposed to be Percy,” he whispered, almost as if he was talking to himself rather than Michael. “I don’t want to do this.”

“Then don’t!” Michael snapped, suddenly certain that whatever this was, he didn’t want to be the subject of it. “And fucking move!” When his second shove at Luke proved just as futile as the first, he instead tried to slip around the taller boy, only for Luke to shift and block his escape. “Luke!”

“I’m so, so sorry, Michael,” Luke rasped, opening his eyes again. They glistened with unshed tears. “But he’s made it clear-”

“He?” Michael demanded, latching onto the word instantly and knowing he wasn’t going to like the answer. Luke carried on as though he hadn’t spoken.

“-that you’ll ruin everything we’re working for if you live.”

Michael went cold.

“Luke?” he asked, hating how suddenly quiet and weak his voice sounded. Luke didn’t mean- he wouldn’t- he couldn’t-

Luke snapped his fingers and something hot prickled into existence on Michael’s shoulder. The heat disappeared as quickly as it had come, but the prickling sensation continued and Michael tried to turn his head and see what Luke had done.

A strong hand grabbed his head firmly, keeping it still.

“Don’t,” Luke warned him, although his hand was trembling slightly and the tears had started to leak from his eyes. “I’m so, so, sorry, Michael,” he said again, his voice cracking every other syllable. “But you have to die.”

Heedless of the grip on his head, the bigger body all but pressing his against the bark of the tree, Michael thrashed, lunging for some sort of freedom, for the reality where Luke – Luke, the camp’s collective big brother – wasn’t saying he was going to kill him.

A sharp pain stabbed the side of his throat and he automatically grabbed for whatever had caused it, hand closing over something smooth and segmented and throwing it away. He caught sight of something small and dark skittering away in his periphery as he writhed and fought for freedom.

His bow was just as trapped as he was, but his fingers skimmed feather fletching and reminded him that he still wasn’t weaponless, could still fight back, make Luke let go-

Agony burst into existence, emitting from his neck, and his vision swam. His fingers fell limp between the wooden shafts of his arrows, unable to grasp one, let alone draw it from the quiver.

He felt his knees buckle and then gravity was taking hold, yanking him down to the forest floor with a vengeance, only for warm arms to wrap around him and lower him gently.

“I’m so sorry,” Luke whispered wetly in his ear. “I didn’t want this.”

Michael tried to fight him off but his limbs felt like lead and his head was groggy. The arms – Luke’s arms – held him close with no regard for Michael’s wishes, which were for the son of Hermes to not do this and to not fucking touch him.

“He insisted,” the older boy rasped, as though killing him – killing him, Michael realised hysterically; he was dying, chills wracking his unresponsive body – wasn’t his fault. “You’d save Olympus. A-and Olympus has to fall.”

Hair tickled his forehead, somehow sharp over the sheer agony crawling from his neck to the rest of his body, and a blur of yellow came into view.

“I thought Percy was the threat,” Luke confessed, voice barely a whisper. “I thought Percy was the one I would have to kill- he told me it would be Percy, before he changed his mind. I wish it was Percy.”

Michael’s mind had slowed to a crawl, most of Luke’s words washing over him with little awareness, but it clumsily slotted the pieces together into a horror story just as Luke’s confession reached its climax.

“I was the thief,” he said. “I- We’re going to tear Olympus down, brick by brick. The gods- they have to go, Michael. They’re cruel and heartless and don’t deserve to exist.” Another shaky breath as Michael sluggishly reeled from the words, from what they meant. “You probably won’t believe me, you Apollo kids never do, but your dad’s the worst of them all.”

Michael found himself protesting vehemently at that within what was left of his conscious mind, and Luke let out a wet chuckle as though he could read his thoughts.

“I wish you could’ve joined us,” he sobbed. “You didn’t deserve this, Michael. I’m so, so sorry.”

The arms around him tightened, constricting like a snake, and the grogginess transformed into an encroaching darkness that swallowed up what was left of Michael’s blurred vision.

“Goodbye, Michael,” passed over him like a faint whisper. “Your death won’t be in vain. I swear it on the Styx.”

The rumble of a sealed oath was the last thing he heard.

#percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson fanfiction #riordanverse #riordanverse fanfic #michael yew #luke castellan #major character death #tsari writes fanfiction #tears will not wash away your crimes

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musicalchaosxx · 3 months

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SKYFALL | a dystopian undertale fanfiction

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A world post pacifist route, in which the monsters and humans have began a second civil war, and you just happened to be at the very core of it.

Unknowingly born as the number one magician and no knowledge or control of your powers, you were kidnapped by the Human Alliance to be used as a catastrophic war weapon. With the seven magicians scattered across the states, you were sent on a life altering assignment to hunt them down, and hopefully end the war once and for all.

Well, what you didn’t expect was to befriend the enemy, and to accidentally fall in love. Now, you weren’t sure which side you were fighting for.

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chapter index

one || two || three || four || five

playlist - here

character sheets - here

warnings - mentions of drug use, abuse, violence, blood, gore, smut

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*warning: read at your own risk !! i am not your mom. don’t like it? don’t read it! stay respectful of everyone and only consume content after reading tags accordingly !!*

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#undertale #fanfiction #undertale fanfiction #sans x reader #major character death #slow burn #post apocalyptic #war crimes #class warfare #dystopia #dystopic

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carladuquette · 6 months

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Carla & Lu - No body, no crime

A new chapter in The ties were black, the lies were white, my Elite x Taylor Swift series. This one is not like the others so far - no happy ending, not with that song (IYKYK). It's violent in places and just... sad. Can be read as a mirror piece to Midnights in October.

"What did you do to her?" Carla's voice was loud enough to make a few people look their way, even with the noise level in the bar.

Guzman laughed, probably to show everyone around them how absurd the question was, but it wasn't real. Carla could tell. His hand landed on her forearm, and he wouldn't let her pull away.

"Not you, too," he said loudly, shaking his head like he was disappointed in her.

The pressure on her arm suggested a different emotion, though, and Carla saw it in his eyes, too. He was angry. Furious that she'd dared to call him out in public.

"I want to get Lu back just as much as everyone else." The patrons next to them were still looking, enjoying the free show, and after a second of silence, Guzman cleared his throat. "More, of course. Because she is my wife and I- and I love her."

His voice gave out, and he let go of her arm to wipe his eyes. The bartender pushed another whiskey toward him, "on the house," looking like she might burst into tears of sympathy any second.

Guzman threw back the drink, then got up to leave, a little unsteady on his feet. When he was just past her, he froze for a second. After he had seemingly made up his mind, he turned back around and leaned in so close that Carla could smell the alcohol on his breath. For a second, his cold eyes locked onto hers. Then he whispered in her ear.

"You'll never find her. Never." The words wrapped around her throat and cut off her air. "And you know what they say: No body, no-"

The slap made her hand ache, but it was worth it. For a second, Guzman stared at her, surprised. Then he remembered where they were, got his face under control and was the disappointed, dejected husband again.

"I'm sorry you feel that way," he said before walking out the door.

Carla had to hold on to the bar to not slide off her chair.

(@snappy-bambi, you probably thought i would never get this done, considering how long i've been going on about it, lol. but i did ittt)

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domini-porter · 2 years

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SEABROOK: TIKKUN

well guess what, it’s your favorite R&I/The Closer/Major Crimes crossover event! this new story is about survivalist antitechnology cults! and navigating the passage to Alaska by boat! and scary charismatic Tall Women! and people will die! but hopefully not Our Good Friends.

Chapter 7 is up now!

#Rizzoli and Isles #fanfiction #the closer #major crimes #Brenda Leigh Johnson #Maura Isles #tartarus #seabrook: tikkun #it's really good I promise

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kate04us · 12 days

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Chapter 13 is up - in which Julio finds out the real reason for Jack's return to Benegal House, and Sharon feels a little homicidal.

#sharon raydor #major crimes #shandy #sharon x andy #major crimes fanfiction #daring to be free

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caitylove · 1 month

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Chapters: 8/? Relationships: Brenda Leigh Johnson/Sharon Raydor Additional Tags: Romance, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, Rules and the Reasons the break them, Rules, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn Summary:

Sharon Raydor has a list of rules she lives her life by. But Brenda Leigh Johnson very might be the catalyst for her to break each and every one.

Rule 7: Never Drink More Than 2 Drinks While Out

#brenda x sharon #brenda.sharon #brenda/sharon #the closer #major crimes #brenda leigh johnson #sharon raydor #fanfiction #my writing #fanfic #femslash #guys this chapter is way more gay than I meant it initially...ooops?

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mimine666 · 7 months

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Fictober Day 2 : “Don’t worry, I got you.”

She really wanted to finish putting all the decorations before the weekend, and the kids, came. Saying she was exhausted was an euphemism. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt that tired, maybe when the kids were little and Jack had just left… But then she was much more younger, and high on fear of losing her house.

Now, she just couldn’t get back from that stupid cold plus they had been out working for 72h straight.

She felt a wave of dizziness as she got on her tiptoes, hanging her friendly skeleton to the curtain pole. Just as she lost her balance, she felt two strong hands grab her hips and an instant later, her feet were firmly on the floor.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” Said the deep voice behind her, his owner kissing her neck.

Oh, how true it felt. Never before had she felt so secure and cherished. She let her weight rest against his strong body, too happy to have someone to lean on, for the very first time in her life.

#fanfiction #andy flynn #shandy #sharon raydor #major crimes #fictober23 #fictober event

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downunderwithlove · 2 years

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On Board Conduct Unbecoming - Chapter 41 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1250673443-on-board-conduct-unbecoming-chapter-41?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=DownUnderWithLove&wp_originator=T9v1vMB6uTl%2BKqAY17cVKxOTUsqMlC4Tb9JtJ9VcdUjS%2BYIsIlRzQtDEBFqvpZTJ2VfKwq1Uro66sqkExrk8Kgq6Onz9y31R0%2BAfLfT3pvPkNeQY1Ah%2BRHgo6yQoJaYd Somewhat AU (Alternate Universe) Loosely beginning in the Closer era. IA's Sharon O'Dwyer and Major Crimes Andy Flynn hate each other. But do they? Ladies & gents it's called "Fanfiction" for a reason. Don't like it? Don't read it - it's really that simple. If you're going to leave asshole reviews as a guest... don't bother. It's gutless. Let's not lose sight of what the word "Fiction" means.

#amy #amysykes #andyflynn #crimes #jlio #major #majorcrimes #provenza #shandy #sharon #sharonandy #sharonraydor #thecloser #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading

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imhidingonceagain · 5 months

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Slimeriana and QSMP fans, we need to talk (really, I'm going to talk about a few things).

CW: nsfw

Warning: long post.

At this point I think majority of you guys know what happened with Mariana yesterday (especially because the fliporiana community is small compared to other ones).

I'm gonna write some stuff Mariana said and I'm gonna be explicit about it because I want you guys to understand the severity of the situation (this is your warning):

Context: He was curious to see if people actually posted nsfw stuff about him (and poor boy, he really thought he wouldn't find any).

And I quote what he said after seeing some posts: "No, no, no! Why's Slime penetrating me?!" (He was probably looking at a fanart)

"I'm not doing role like that with Slime anymore. I thought you guys found it funny (he was talking about the sex role in the QSMP) but it only fills your minds with shit"

"I'm gonna say it in English because I know there's QSMP fans who do it as well: Don't draw hentai about me, don't draw us fucking, that's being a pervert, that's wrong"

Some months ago I wrote a post when we got the first warning in regards of this topic.

Mariana and Slime have talked about fanart before and at the time they didn't seem uncomfortable about it (though it seems like Charlie's girlfriend was).

So I wrote: it's not necessary to stop doing fanart about them. Just be careful with what you draw and where you post it.

To me even "suggestive" fanarts are "okay" (but with suggestive I mean the characters looking at each other like they want to kiss each other so bad, that's it). But when and how did that translate to some of you thinking that drawing real people having sex and not only having sex (because there's always ways to show intercourse without being explicit or disgusting) but also showing private parts is okay?

Because it's obvious Mariana saw something super explicit by the way he reacted (because he doesn't get bothered too easily). My poor man was distressed!

And let me tell you something. This is not only about Mariana and Slimecicle. This is a REAL PROBLEM within the fandom. Let me give you some examples:

I love reading fanfiction and months ago I was scrolling through the QSMP section on AO3 and let me tell you something: the amount of fanfiction written about the eggs and their parents in a non platonic way is CONCERNING.

Especially Wilbur Soot's fandom seems to have a lot of rotten apples who think that writing abusive stories about q! Wilbur and Tallulah is fine.

I understand some people write stories like that not because they're crime apologists, but because that's their way to deal with trauma (and dealing with trauma through art is okay). But PLEASE remember that while the eggs are fictional, their "parents" are REAL people.

Use fictional characters, please. Stop writing real people into pedophilic or highly abusive situations. THAT'S HORRENDOUS.

Another example is the following: Some weeks ago people were reporting a Twitter account and I clicked on the account (I personally don't like reporting people without making sure they deserved) and it took me like three seconds of scrolling to see more than 5 Ccs being disrespected (including Slimecicle, Quackity, Cellbit, Roier and Badboyhalo). Explicit Pictures, videos and fanarts were being posted about these creators.

You know what I think? I think Cellbit made his character asexual not only for the representation (it's clear by now that q! Cellbit is a sex positive asexual which is still representation yay!) But because he has been on the internet since around 2011 and he knows how disrespectful people can be. I think he knew that his and Roier's ship was getting too popular and that makes them both unprotected to shit like this.

Sadly, it's clear that it didn't matter that Cellbit made his character asexual, people can't seem to respect that detail about his character and about himself as a real person.

To some people it doesn't matter if the Cc is ambiguous or completely clear about their boundaries, they still don't give a fuck.

Please remember that behind each character is a real person. I understand sometimes you guys want to see your favorite characters fuck -me too, honestly- but for people like streamers that's out of the questions because not only they're real people, but because their work is related to social media and the possibilities of them finding EVERYTHING we write and post about them are super high.

I don't know how to feel. It's obvious that Mariana has not been feeling the same about the server since Juanaflippa died. Maybe this will make him feel even worse about the QSMP but I hope I'm wrong.

#el mariana #elmariana #slimecicle #slimeriana #fliporiana #qsmp #elmariana fanart #qsmp fanart #wilbur soot #cellbit #Quackity

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sheawritesstuff · 2 months

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Assigning My Interests to Redacted Characters

[Half headcanons, half getting to talk about things I like, win-win]

✩ Classic Russian Literature - Lasko, Porter, William

My personal favorite is Crime and Punishment, but War and Peace is also pretty high on the list

✩ FNAF - David, Milo

FNAF 4 for the win baybee

✩ Skyrim - Asher, Ollie

I'm obsessed with leveling up stealth and then using the biggest warhammers I can find

✩ The Ecology of Trees - Huxley

Especially the connections between different species of trees and their respective aphids and fungi that live on them as they decompose

✩ Baking - Geordi, Milo, Caelum, Gavin

I bake when I'm stressed, but cannot cook to save my life

✩ Clarinet - Lasko [I stole this joke from somebody], Camelopardalis

I've been playing for almost 9 years

✩ Poetry - Elliott, Vincent, Kody

I am an enjoyer of angsty poems, I admit it

✩ Art - Caelum, Avior, Morgan

I've been doing digital art for about 8 years and I was the "art kid" long before that

✩ Fanfiction - Guy, Geordi

I've been reading and writing fanfic for various fandoms since I was in middle school

✩ Calculus - Damien, Anton

I'm a math major :]

✩Dad Rock - David, Sam, Aaron, James

I've seen The Offspring, Sum 41, and Three Days Grace live and I've got tickets for Creed this summer

✩ Live Theater - Guy

I have acted in, watched, and run lights for more productions than I can count - I also got to design the set for my theater's production of Willy Wonka

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greatwyrmgold · 3 months

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An anon claimed that the bullshit white-girl sex slaves in Worm fanfic is actually canon, and that E88's lack of hate crimes wasn't rectified until Ward. Unfortunately, I impulsively deleted the ask. Anyways, their claim is untrue.

Here's the extent of canon's discussion of the ABB's supposed human trafficking ring:

The skinhead laughed, then winced, “Are you dense, girl? Everyone’s going to make a play. It’s not just the major gangs and teams that are looking for a slice of the pie, there. It’s everyone. The Docks are ripe for the taking. The location’s worth as much money as you’d get downtown. It’s the go to place if you want to buy black market. Sex, drugs, violence. And the locals are already used to paying protection money. It’s just a matter of changing who they pay to. The Docks are rich territory, and we’re talking the potential for a full scale fucking war over it.”

—Interlude 2

It's not specified who's doing the sex being sold, unless you count a comment Wildbow made on a later chapter which mentions "prostitutes and sex slaves". No mention of race.

Crucially, while the ABB engages in some sex trafficking, they don't engage in an unusual amount of it, as fanfic often depicts. The skinhead all but outright states that anyone running the Docks would do the same thing.

The only unusual feature of the ABB in this regard is that stint where Bakuda was forcibly recruiting people to the ABB. But the only roles we see these forcible recruits in are soldiers and drug factory workers; some were probably coerced into sex work, but we don't have evidence of that, let alone evidence that the ABB was kidnapping non-Asians for their brothels or to sell overseas, as you see in a lot of fanfiction. In fact, that's the one crime a lot of fanfic depicts the ABB committing.

Anyways, hold onto that Interlude 2 link, because I'm addressing the Empire's hate crimes and I don't even have to change chapters.

“Andrea Young!” Victoria raised her voice. As she shouted, she exercised her power. The man quailed as though she’d slapped him. “A black college student was beaten so badly she needed medical attention! Her teeth were knocked out! You’re trying to tell me that you, a skinhead with swollen knuckles, someone who was in the crowd watching paramedics arrive with an expression bordering on glee, you didn’t do anything!?”

A clear description of what was done and who it was done to. And it's not just incidentally mentioned; it's the reason Victoria is chasing this skinhead, the reason she interrogates him, the reason she throws a dumpster at him. And it's not the only time E88's hate crimes come up; hell, one of the first things we learn about Hookwolf is that he murders people who "didn’t fit the Aryan ideal". (Hive 5.2)

Wildbow focuses more on how E88 uses white supremacy as an excuse to do the same self-serving crime as everyone else than on their hate crimes, but the hate crimes come up repeatedly. Wildbow stumblrs into a lot of racist traps when writing the ABB, but he tries to emphasize that any other gang would act much the same if they had capes like Lung and Bakuda.

Parahumans canon is flawed, but the fanon is sickening.

#response #worm #parahumans #wildbow #actual citation

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