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killsaki · 1 year

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implode — there’s only so many feelings one can hold in, especially with bakugou blood in their veins.

bakugou katsuki x little sister!reader

6.7k | minors dni | read on ao3

cw / tw : incest, drugging, hinted noncon gangbang, scummy!denki+sero+kiri, aphrodisiac, weed, alcohol, fingering, creampie, reader calls bkg ‘bubba’.

is it hard being the sibling of a prohero?

of course! they disappear for days to weeks at a time—leaving for training, meetings, press events, and then for missions. you go from having them all to yourself, to sharing them with the world. from being their number one fan, to merely feeling like one amongst a million. and there’s so many things to worry about, from them going to work and never coming home, to a villain coming after you out of spite of being captured by said sibling.

those all sound logical answers to the question, normal ones. hence why you’ve practiced saying them so many times in case anyone ever asks.

but, truly, you knew most of those were things you’d never have to worry about. not when you’re the younger sister of none other than bakugou katsuki.

your brother being, well.. himself, was enough to keep any thoughts of danger from your mind. he was too fast, too strong, too skilled, too protective for anything to ever happen to either of you. but this peace of mind only gives room for you to dwell on other things.

like the social media ‘famous’ girls who just don’t shut up about how hot your brother is—which shouldn’t bother you so much, not in the stomach churning, phone gripping way that it does. and you could blame your intense reactions on the fact that you have to see it literally every time you try to scroll down your timeline, or that it’s just weird that your brother is suddenly getting so much attention.. but that's less believable than the first excuse to you.

and then there’s the out of context candids posted in tabloids of him saving civilians, who understandably look at him so longingly, and then there’s a picture painted of him as some kind of bachelor. to make matters worse, said online articles become almost impossible to escape no matter how much you try—partially thanks to your old school ‘friends’ sending them to you asking for all the details to share with their group chats, as if you’d tell them.

to top everything off, your brother, as doting as he is, never has time for you anymore. despite how you live with him, have your own room and bath in his unnecessarily large condo, and even have a card to his bank account for anything you could possibly need—still, you rarely see him. he’s so consumed in his work, from partols to missions, and when he’s not on the clock he’s forced to do press and modeling for whatever goodies they want to slap his picture onto.

and you could never hold that against him, not when he’s been working towards this his whole life. but still, having just a moment with him could cure all the thoughts that hang heavy in your mind daily. just a second to be reminded that your brother is yours, all alone. that you’re the only little sister he’ll ever have, the only girl he’ll ever need.

luckily for you, a day comes that your brother gets a day's break—more like he’s forced into a vacation as he never takes any days off. and he’s able to lounge about, meaning that he’s sitting on the couch in sweats and bouncing his leg waiting for someone to call his phone saying he can finally come to work as if being away from it was excruciating. you could giggle at the thought, what person besides katsuki would rather be out fighting petty criminals than relaxing on their own couch.

“did you hear me?” he questions, eyebrows furrowed slightly as he looks over at you.

you shake your head, too caught up in your thoughts to realize he was even speaking to you.

“the guys want me to go over for a bit. i won’t be gone long.” he repeats before turning back to his phone screen as he finishes typing.

your heart jumps into your throat. tonight was exactly what you’d been longing for, time with just the two of you, so you could reassure yourself the importance of the role you have in his life. so that you could have katsuki all to yourself. so that you could pretend for just a little while, that he’s just your brother again, not the hero you have to share with the world.

“i wanna go too.” you spit without thought.

he shoots you another look, lifting a brow as he blinks at you. “i want to come hang out too.” you say again as you chew at your lip, unable to back out of the situation your loud mouth has already gotten you into.

“no.” he replies back coldly, pushing himself from the couch before stretching his arms up, revealing the bottom of his toned stomach as he does so. “there’s going to be a lot of people, and drinking.” he looks at you out of the corner of his eyes before mumbling on. “and denki’s gonna be there.”

you snap your gaze up to him in confusion about the mention of a certain friend of his. but, he doesn’t let you get any questions out, heading off towards his room to get ready to leave. you pad right behind him, arms crossed while you walk, letting out huffs every few minutes just to remind him how you’re not going to give up. you sit on his bed as he collects an outfit to wear and little things he needs for a shower, noticing how he avoids making any glances in your direction.

it’s not until he’s already fully showered and starting to dress himself that he cracks, groaning as he looks at you.

“go fuckin’ get dressed.” he orders with out any actual malice in his tone. “once i get in the car, i’m leaving.”

your brother is many things, but a liar is not one.

so, you race to your room, tearing into your dresser to slip into that one outfit you’d been holding onto, hoping to wear the next time you’d gotten the chance to go on an outing with katsuki. though, you’d pictured something with more room for alone time, you suppose it would work at a party with his old friends too.

you’d just finished touching up what you need in the mirror as you hear his car engine start up, giving you only seconds to force yourself into your shoes and jog out to his car.

“you stay by my side until we leave.” he looks over at you, while you reach over your shoulder for the seatbelt, his crimson eyes squinted warningly. “i mean it.”

he didn’t mean it.

it’s not even half an hour after you arrive, barely finished shoving your way through the sweaty bodies crowded in someone’s living space, hardly enough time enough to adjust your ears to the shitty music and screams of laughter—something catches your brother's eye, to which he leaves you in the hands of his old classmate. ‘be back in a minute’, he says, pushing you into the red head’s side. but it’s not a minute, it’s been thirty and you haven’t managed to spot the blonde mess of a head, not even from your seat on the kitchen’s counter over the crowd merely feet away.

“what’s wrong?” kirishima raises his eyebrows slightly at you from behind his solo cup.

“just expected to be with kats’,” you huff, fingers twiddling with the end of your skirt. “kinda the only reason i came.”

he nods, glancing down into his drink before peering over his shoulder.

“want a sip?”

you know that you shouldn’t, how mad your brother will get at the both of you if he shows up to find you wasted and slung over his best friend.

“it’ll help you relax, at least until he gets back. i won’t let you drink too much, i promise.”

you can’t resist the small smile he gives. he’s so warm, safe. being with him is almost the same as being with katsuki, almost.

one sip turns into two cups, and suddenly it’s not just you and eijiro anymore. sero and denki showed up somewhere along the way. but, it’s fine, you think. they’re heroes alongside your brother, and they’ve known him long enough to know any better. only, in your slurred thoughts, that voice in the back of your mind starts to hope otherwise.

they’re all undoubtedly handsome, the three of them much taller than you despite the height difference amongst themselves, and all so strong. there’s sero with his shaggy black hair, signature grin and pretty ring clad fingers that grip the cup he’d been babysitting since he’d walked over. denki and his pretty pink lips he never stops running his tongue over, his slightly whiney voice and golden eyes that just get so much deeper when he looks at you. and then of course, kirishima, who’s just so unreasonably big, length and width—wait, that's… not the right words. but now you wonder—

“what are you smiling about?” the blonde asks from where he’s propped on the kitchen’s island across from you.

you shake your head, biting your lips when you realize how caught up in your thoughts you let yourself get with them still right in front of you.

“i was just thinking.” you let out, trying to look anywhere but at kirishima.

“thinking about?” the voice pipes in from beside you, resting his head on your arm as he leans back to look up at you. your heart races a bit when you can physically feel how close he’s gotten to you without you realizing.

“yeah, you’ve been so quiet. not really living up to the bakugou name.” sero shakes his head with fake disapproval.

“my brother’s not that loud.” you giggle, knowing it's a lie before it even hits your tongue. “i was just thinking about how i never see you guys, you’re so different than you were when i met you back at the graduation.” you sigh. “he never lets me go out with him when you guys invite him.”

you miss the look that hanta and kaminari share, how the corners of the blonde's mouth perk up for a split second before he paints on a confused expression.

“when do we invite him out?” he asks, tilting his head slightly when you look up at him.

you nearly mimic the movement when you register his words.

“always?..” you ask, but glancing at the dark haired man and the red head who share the same confused expression, you don't need an answer. “but he… i’m so confused.”

you can only blink, staring at the black side of the fridge, thinking back on the rare nights that he gets off with enough time to do anything besides shower and sleep. how he’d knock on your door, letting you know he was running over to one of ‘the guys’ house before it got too late. he was never gone too terribly long, but that’s just how your brother is. you always thought he literally only went to say hi and came home—wanting to get enough sleep for another full day of hero work. that’s the only thing that made any sense.

“hey, don’t worry about it.” kirishima’s large hand has somehow found its way to rub soothingly at your side, arm now wrapped behind your back.

“i’m sure he could’ve meant midoriya or something.” denki still wears a straight face, speaking with faulty concern.

sero stays quiet while he pulls out his phone, scrolling through something and finally starting to sip out of his cup.

“i should go try to find him.” you go to slide off the counter when denki speaks up again.

“i think you should stay with us.”

the words send a gut wrenching feeling to your core, your body screams to get away, but you fight it.

“why?” you dumbly ask, the smallest bit of curiosity keeping you.

“your brother’s busy.” he shrugs, bumping sero’s shoulder with his own.

the long fingers you were admiring minutes ago faint against yours as he hands you his phone, the screen showing a man you recognize unmistakingly as your brother, dressed in the outfit he’d worn tonight. his arm snug around some girl's lower back, ducked down with his mouth to her ear, the camera’s quality is shitty but even so, you can still see the way their bodies are pressed together. you feel your heart sink, though, you’re not entirely sure why.

you let yourself get slotted back into kirishima’s side, finding a sense of comfort in the weight of his arm around your shoulder as they walk you to the glass doors at the back of the house.

“don’t looked so bummed little baku’!” denki shoots you a grin. “we’ll keep you entertained for the night.”

the air is warm outside, not helping to cool your cheeks that are still hot from the alcohol. the four of you end up sitting on some cushioned benches near the middle of the yard, surrounded by small bushes. it’s much nicer than being inside, but you’re not entirely sure why they brought you out here. not until sero pulls out something rolled and a lighter. you watch as he puts it between his lips, lighting the end and inhaling til the end burns red without the flame. you forget to look away whenever he exhales, giving him the chance to catch you watching him.

“you want to hit it?” his voice suddenly sounds like silk, acting like ties as it’s doing everything to pull you in despite the way your nerves are still screaming at you.

“i’ve never smoked before.” you laugh awkwardly. “my brother would kill me.”

he flashes that big toothy grin, shaking his head for the who-knows-what time that night and you know you’re in for it whenever you see your brother again. but just for this second, you think it’ll be okay.. if he’s busy with some girl when he told you he’d be by your side for the night, then you can have fun with his cute friends.

“he doesn’t have to know.” sero pulls you back to the moment in front of you. “come here, i’ll teach you.”

you’re moving without thinking, giggling again at the way he shoo’s denki from beside him so that you can sit. he teaches you how to breathe it in easily, but how not to take too much. and you do exactly as he says, letting him put it on your lips, you pull in a slow but shallow drag. holding it until he tells you to let it out.

“good girl.” hanta smirks, the warmth of his hand holding your jaw as he moves the damp paper back to your mouth. “now do it again, just like that.”

you listen, thinking nothing of it. thinking nothing at all, actually. you can’t. the flood of warmth lingering in your veins from those drinks that you’re just realising were much stronger than you thought and the clouds now fogging your consciousness, too much to form any kind of thought.

“here, try this.” you hear from the side- no, in front of you. denki’s leaned over with a diamond shaped candy on his palm.

you hesitate, but not able to talk, body already working overtime to remember how to breathe properly.

“it’ll just make you feel good, i just took one too.” he reassures, gesturing again for you to grab it. if you could feel your body right now, you’d feel every single inch of it aching to run. you’d feel that same feeling in your stomach as it started to churn. maybe you would’ve listened this time. but instead all you can feel is the race in your chest as you eye the light blue against his pale skin.

“c’mon.” kirishima’s showing off his sharp teeth with how wide he’s grinning, trying his hardest to be just as reassuring as he was to get you to drink with him a while ago. “we’re your brother's best friends, you know we wouldn’t let anything happen to you.. even if he is busy.

you take another deep breath, nodding. right. katsuki wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

“let me.” denki’s suddenly standing over you, candy- pill pinched between his fingers, a grin just as big plastered on his face. “open up.”

you miss the devilish intent hiding behind those smiling faces. you miss the almost telepathic conversation they all have in the glances they share as you flutter your pretty eyes closed, letting your tongue fall out for denki to drop the pill on. it hits your taste, dissolving almost immediately. you swallow the bitter grainy bits, grimacing as you only have your spit to get it down with.

“give it just a few minutes.” the blonde speaks again, much more eagerly this time. which should alert you, all of this should.

you could blame it on the alcohol you have a low tolerance for, on the weed you’ve never smoked, on the fact you trust anyone who attaches their name to your brothers. but really, it’s because you’re dumb. you don’t think anything bad can ever happen to you. not like this. not when your brother is so close.

“it’s kinda warm out here.” you mumble, shifting uncomfortably on the padding. you feel the heat across your cheeks and down your neck, skipping to your stomach that warms slowly, trickling down between your legs and across your thighs. “think i want some water.”

you slowly push yourself to stand, body feeling heavy as you move. you don’t catch how they all follow right behind you, until sero—no, denki’s arm slinks its way around your waist as you walk. he pulls you away from the path back to the glass door and towards the gate in the big wooden fence.

“it’s too hot in there.” he tugs you again when you weakly attempt to pull away. “kirishima’s place isn’t too far from here. we can just hang out there while you cool off.”

you shake your head, mind racing to how badly you just want something to drink, and to be with katsuki. mentally cursing out the stupid girl in that picture for taking your brother away from you, for stealing his attention when you’re the one who needs it. and you curse yourself, for not listening to his warning when he said denki would be here.

“denki.” you drag your feet, doing anything to attempt a fight against the push of his much stronger hands. “what was that? the…” it’s hard to think, even harder to push those thoughts into words and say them aloud “the pill. what’d you give me?”

“i told you,” he smirks, glancing behind you and nodding one of the men over. “it’s just to make everything feel better.” stepping aside, kirishima’s heavy arm replaces denki’s, locking you under it and forcing you forward. your heart races at all the implications that could have. you don’t even notice you’re shaking until he wraps his other arm around you, bending his head down to graze the shell of your ear, whispering into it

“it’ll make things easier,” something about his tone makes you want to vomit. “just don’t think about it, pretty.”

“don’t get too friendly, dude, i’m the one who set this up.” denki bites, pulling his keys out as the four of you near a car. “there’s no way you get first.”

sero snickers again, sighing as kiri opens his mouth to snide back about how he’s been waiting two years and that you should at least get to pick that much. you can’t really make it out anymore, all you can hear is your own heartbeat banging in your ears.

you try and struggle out of his hold, which only makes them all laugh in turn and your heart falls into your stomach. you’re with pro heroes, if anything bad is going to happen to you here, at their hands, there's no way you’re going to fight your way out of it.

sero’s fingers wrap around the handle of the car’s back door when the voice booms out your name down the small hill the house is sitting on.

you can physically feel kirishima tense up and his heart start to race, you can hear the way sero and denki stop breathing in unison. you can even picture the way they all freeze without having to look, you can imagine the absolute fear in their face as they stand there, gaping at your brother.

his red eyes dig into you before taking a second to glance at the men around you.

“why do you look so fucked up?” he barks out, brows furrowing deeper with each step he takes towards you. “where the fuck were you guys about to go?”

he’s eyeing kirishima now, tugging you by your wrist out of the red head’s hold and into his own, gripping you as if he lets go, you'll get stolen away.

“she said it was hot in there.” kirishima shrugs awkwardly, face stiff.

“and who the fuck said you could take her anywhere?” bakugou tilts his head face twisted dumbfoundedly at the boldness his old friend suddenly seems to have.

“my place is just up the street she wanted to—“

“and why the fuck do you have her around denki?” you can feel bakugou’s skin grow hotter to the touch with each word he spits. or maybe it's you that’s getting hotter. god, it’s fucking hot.

“i didn’t drive.” he shrugs again, breaking eye contact to look over at the other blonde.

“she’s not a baby bakugou, she can be around whoever she wants.” kaminiari says smugly, like the idiot he is.

“i’ll kill you.” your brother doesn’t hesitate with this threat, and it wipes the smile off denki’s, raising his hands slightly in defence.

you use the hold he has on you to wrap your arm around his, feeling a great sense of relief pressed against him.

“he didn’t touch you did he?” katsuki’s voice is still gruff when he talks down to you, but you don’t mind it.

you know that he did technically touch you, but not enough to hurt anything. and if you answer truthfully it’ll just drag this out even longer, and all you want is to be wrapped around him. so, you shake your head, and you hope he doesn’t hear the way they all sigh in relief.

your brother doesn’t say anything else, just pulls you away towards where he’d parked. the second he turns around, you peek back at the men. kirishima has his head tossed back, hand over his chest as he takes in a deep breath, sero, leaned against the car shoulders shaking with laughter while denki curses and slams the driver side door shut.

“i’m hot katsu’” you whine when he unlocks the door for you.

“how much did he let you drink?” he scoffs, leaning across you and buckling your seatbelt for you as if you’re unable.

you huff, watching his strong arms reach over your body. his warm chest coming down to press into yours, that you find is so sensitive. so much so that a small whine escapes your throat before you’re able to register it he’s already pulled back looking down at you. one hand on the top of the car as he leans over, eyebrows pinched together.

“‘m just hot, bubba.” you assure, face burning in embarrassment and whatever else was setting your body on fire.

he immediately blasts the AC as soon as the car is on, and in the second that it satiates the burning under your skin, you remember.

“who was the girl?” you question, voice somewhere between shaking and slurring. you shouldn’t be asking, there’s no reason for you to do this right now—or at all. “the one you left me to go see.”

katsuki just stares ahead for a second before his jaw tightens.

“and where did you see me with a girl?” he asks blankly, like he already knows the answer.

“sero had a picture. they said you were busy, that’s why i stayed with them.” you answer truthfully, hoping he’d driven far enough to not want to turn back.

“i didn’t know her, sero at introduced us.” he scoffs, scowl resting on his face as he keeps his eyes focused on the drive.

the heat begins to dig into you again, the cool blow the ac’s aid only a temporary fix.

“why? why didn’t you come look for me? text me?” he asks, his short fuse burning already.

“you were busy.” you reply shortly, too focused on the ache going on in your lower half.

“and? if i knew that shit face was going to try fucking with you we would’ve left as soon as we got there.” he shakes his head, voice raising only slightly.

“you were with a girl, katsu! i didn’t want to interrupt.” you throw your head back against the cool leather, smoothing your hands out over your skirt, across the tops of your thighs as if that would help.

“you’re my little sister, that’s completely different.” he scrunches his face up as he glances between you and the road, the same thing he does anytime anyone says something he thinks is the slightest bit dumb.

“is it?” you ask.

“yes.” he snaps back.

“so if i wasn’t your little sister, you wouldn’t care?” you mumble, shifting at the warmth you feel start to spill into your panties. “or if i wouldn’t have come with you tonight, would you have left with her?”

he sighs, exasperated.

“what the fuck are you saying right now?” he keeps glancing at you, rushing a reply.

“why did you leave me to go see her?” you groan. “why didn’t you stay with me? why didn’t you wanna just be at home with me?”

he only gets your name and a curse out before you cut him off, the heat itching at you becoming too much.

“katsu’ ‘m so hot.” you mewl, raking your hands down your body, reveling in the momentary coolness under your own touch. you can feel the way he stiffens slightly next to you, but the previous tension is out the window, almost forgotten.

“i have the ac on.” he states, keeping his eyes on the road as you near the building the two of you call home.

“it’s inside katsu, ‘m hot on the inside.”

he stops the car with a jerk in the middle of the parking lot, snapping his head over towards you.

“what did they give you?” his question is sharp, voice filled with anger once again.

“denki gave me candy—no, a pill.” you toss your head side to side, thighs rubbing together mindlessly. “to make me ‘feel good’—make everything, no—something feel good that’s what they said, but i just hurt.”

you can hear death threats spill out his mouth as he watches you squirm in the seat.

“i’ll take you to the hospital.” he mutters, putting a hand on the shoulder of your seat to look behind him as starts to back out.

“no!” you whine, grabbing his hand and pulling it to your lap. “i don’t want doctors touching me.”

he keeps his eyes on you as you put his palm against your inner thigh, watching how you keen against the seat when his skin touches yours.

“want you to help me, bubba, please.” he pulls his hand from you, face contorted with.. something before he’s rubbing his palms over his face and pulling at his hair. you realize what you just asked and for the umpteenth time tonight, your heart sinks. but this time you're sure that if you stood, it’d be sitting on the seat underneath you.

“i’m—katsuki, i’m sorry.” you start to babble out apology after apology, which soon all runs together and becomes broken as you tear up, voice cracking every other word.

the blond throws his head back, hard. quickly changing gear and moving his car into a private parking spot. you’re still crying when he pulls your wrist, strength easily shifting you over the middle console of his car and into his lap.

“tell me that you need my help.” he blinks up at you, holding your waist just above his lap.

you nod, hoping it’ll suffice, but it doesn’t.

“i need you to help me, katsu—no one else can.” he drops you onto his lap, fingertips digging into the softness of your sides. “please, make it better.” you breathe, shakily.

he uses his hold to drag you across his lap, the friction making you drop your head onto his shoulder. pleasure shooting up your spine, small whines of his name getting lost in his neck as he keeps grinding you down onto him until your thighs start to shake, your moans turn into breathless whines and you’re crumbling against him as you make a mess all over his jeans…

the two of you sit in panting silence for a few minutes before he tells you to move, that you need a shower. and like you always do, you listen. following him inside and discarding your clothes from your still buzzing body in silence. but as soon as the showers water hits you, you’re burning again. the ache between your legs coming back stronger than before, the burn in your stomach twice as hot and the need is too much.

you don’t hesitate to make your way right back to his room, body still nude and dripping all over the floors as you do. but you don’t care—your brain and body only knows one thing right now and it’s that you need your brother.

“what are you doing?” he strains, turning his head back towards the drawer he was sorting through as soon as he takes in your naked body standing at his doorway.

“i still hurt, katsu.” you whisper, not caring if he heard you or not. just wanting him to give you more than what he gave earlier.

“i already helped.” you can hear pain in his voice and it makes you want to cry. you wish you didn’t put him in such a position, that you would’ve just been grateful and stayed home—but you need him, it’s all your mind and body can tell you, you need him.

“help again.” you practically demand, craving him too badly to be embarrassed or think much at all about what you were doing. your hands land on his shoulders and pull yourself up to kiss at his neck trying to entice him.

“i can’t.” he groans low, but doesn’t attempt to push you away, letting you drag your lips across all the skin you can reach.

you don’t say anything else, not until you manage to pull him down by his hair to look at you.

“make it better.. like you always do.”

it’s the pebble that cracks the glass, his hands grip your waist and all but throw you onto his mattress. you only have a moment to gasp before he’s hovering over you.

“say it again.” he commands, voice rough as one of his hands makes its way to the apex of your thighs. your eyes flutter at the vibration of his words against your chest, the knot in your stomach already tying itself.

“make me feel better, bubba, please.”

there was a reason behind why he’s left the condo the few times that he does get to sit in the house, a reason why he doesn’t want to be alone with you for too long. it’s not that he doesn’t have any restraint, but he’s known thatif something ever happened, where the little sister that has always been the exception his selfish attitude asked him to do anything like this—even without whatever the fuck it was that denki gave you—he’d do it.

he drags a heavy finger along your slit, up to your still swollen clit making you gasp against his lips as they ghost your own. he teases only for a second, not able to bare you being in pain when he’s there to do something about it, just like he’s always been. he uses your excessive slick to rub harsh circles over your clit, it sends your eyes rolling back, it’s so much more practiced than the pathetic frottage he pulled in the car.

“need more, katsu, please.” you push your hips into his hand with the little bit of strength you have, desperate for as much as he’ll give you.

he drops his forehead to your shoulder this time, looking down as he moves his fingertips to your entrance, pushing two in without warning. he immediately works away with them, curling into your swollen, most sensitive wall and fucking into you with a strength that could only be possessed by such a high ranking pro hero. your wetness sticks to his knuckles with every pull before it squelches obscenely loud when he pushes back in.

“kiss me, katsu.” you whine.

he brings his lips back to yours, red eyes flickering between both of your eyes for a moment, waiting for you to take it back. you don’t, instead, sliding your hands from where they sat on his shoulders up to twist into his hair.

“you can pretend ‘m someone else… just please kiss me.” his fingers pause their movement for a moment, and he pulls away. you start to whine, from the loss and out of fear you’d said something wrong again.

“why would you say that?” you trip over any word that hits your tongue. but you don’t need to speak, he does it for you. “i don’t need to do that,” his fingers pick their pace back up, drawing wonton moans from you that you wouldn’t be able to bite back if you tried. “not when i’ve always pretended everyone else was you.” he admits.

your heart leaps in your chest just as he presses his mouth into yours, the kiss is littered with teeth and spit—but neither of you can find a reason to care.

the familiar feeling starts to coil in your stomach, your hips moving on their own down on his hand to chase the feeling of ecstasy but it never comes, you cry out as the pressure fades.

“more.” you cry softly against his lips, keeping your eyes screwed shut so you don’t have to face any look that he might give you. “‘need you.”

but, he complies, tugging himself out of the sweats he’d thrown on after his shower and kicking them off to be dealt with later. he doesn’t waste any time teasing, rushing to give you what you want—what you need, to make his pretty little sister feel good the way he’s been cursing his brain for imaging for the longest time.

he lines the thick head of him up with your already stretched hole, dropping back down to your lips as he eases in. the pop of the head of him pulls a gasp from the both of you, but he doesn’t give you time to adjust to it, knowing with how you’ve been aching to be filled all night that you can handle the stretch. which is exactly what he gives you, his fingers were nothing in comparison to the girth of his cock.

it stings, making your eyes tear up, and drags whine after whine from your throat. katsuki catches them in his mouth, swallowing them and shushing you while he continues to push in until he’s at the hilt. you babble out senseless ‘thank you’s while he pulls back slightly, never separating your hips and his own by too much. his hips make a circular motion, grinding back into you slowly, pushing the trimmed light colored pubes at the base of him against your ever throbbing clit and making you squeal from the pleasure of it.

he repeats it over and over, curved length of him dragging along your g-spot until youre twitching, your mouth hangs open, sounds falling against his lips as he drinks all of them in. your hips rise every few strokes trying to meet him, to egg him on to go harder, to give you more without having to ask for it, but he just wont. keeping his slow, sensual pace, as if he was fucking you at his own leisure and not because you basically forced yourself onto him

“love you, bubba.” you whisper drunkenly, lips dragging across his soft ones as you speak.

his hips stutter at your words, strong arms move from holding himself over you to grabbing the underside of your knees and pulling them slightly, wrapping your legs around him. “ah- my katsu.”

“keep telling me.” he grunts, sliding his hand down to your waist where your thighs fold over them. “tell me i’m yours, say that you’re mine.”

he finally picks up his antagonizing pace, hips still swirling into yours, pubic hair scratching against your bud with each push. the head of him presses deep against that spongey spot with each sway, heavy balls sticking to your leaked juices as you chant out the i love you’s like a mantra, like it’s the only meaningful thing that you’ve ever said. it’s not long before your legs start to shake, his cock hitting all of the right nerves in your throbbing cunt.

“don’t stop.” he repeats when your mouth drops wide open, orgasm creeping up on you.

“mine! you’re mine!” you cry as your vision turns white and your walls spasm around him. “‘m yours, all yours, bubba.” you whimper as the ache in your cunt becomes the pain of overstimulation.

your words and the steady throb of your clamping cunt ultimately bringing him to his end with you. you feel the heat simmer down as he fills you, warmth spilling out even as his cock still plugs you. and you couldn’t be more thankful for denki being such a scumbag.

you don’t have enough strength to stay awake past that, all of your energy left with the last orgasm. at some point you wake up, you’re clean between your thighs and cuddled up on your brother's warm chest. you shift only an inch and you could feel him jump awake to pull you closer, leaving a kiss on the top of your head before you drift back to sleep with small smiles on both of your faces—happy to be your brother’s girl.

a / n : obligatory bkgs little sis tag : @vampireloverz <33 thank you stevie for inspiring me to write this in first place!!!! +++ happy birthday to The Guy !!!

reblogs + feedback appreciated !

#bakugou smut #bakugou katsuki smut #my hero smut #mha smut #bnha smut #boku no hero smut #my hero academia smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #my hero x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #boku no hero x reader #lets how long i keep this up #this is so good fr tho you should read it and praise me

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just-antithings · 3 months

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" but children could see it and think it's normal"

The first time I went to read fics on ao3 , I was 13. My English wasn't great and I wasn't familiar with tags. So I started by scrolling through the fics. Then I saw it , a fic with brother/brother pairing. I went like "oh, people ship them?" then tried to find a way to filter it so I wouldn't see it. By the end of the day I could use ao3 pretty well.

So to all the antis out there who think they are protecting something or someone, let me be honest, you are NOT. Call outs over ships and threats do nothing but stress younger fans and I'm glad I managed to miss the whole "2018 purity of Tumblr" thing . Idk how I missed it but I did .

Most children(13+) online know general bad things irl (because most parents teach children that so they could protect themselves, if a parent doesn't do that, they have failed their child) . Seeing that fic didn't change my opinion on incest irl. If your opinion changes depending on what media you consume, you need help. That's a very dangerous way of thinking.

The whole "but children could see it and think it's normal" makes me feel very uneasy. It feels insulting , to children and also people with mental illness (to me at least, this also comes from some who has mental illness ). Because A) this is the kind of saying that I have seen parents use to control everything about their children(from what they see to what they wear) B) apparently by antis standards, if you have mental illness you are child coded (I hate this!) . So this sentence could be about us too for all I know, which is disturbing(to me at least).

Children are more intelligent than you think.

Also writing about dark stuff is actually good, I found out a form of emotional abuse that my parent used and I didn't know it was abuse , until i saw it tagged as one and did some researchs on it.

#mod erin #ask #just anti things #posted without comment #abuse mention #incest mention

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i think the hardest part of recovering from my recent burnout has been learning how to be kinder to myself and my art. it's something i've struggled with for a long time, and it's become painfully obvious to me that part of the reason my burnout has been so bad is because i don't find much value in the things i create. to me, my art has always been partially defined by my flaws and shortcomings. it's hard for me to not fixate on the things i think detract from my work - i'm trying to be more constructive about the things i want to improve, but it's so easy to fall into the "everything about this sucks" pits that i dig for myself.

i think having an online presence defined by my art has added to these insecurities, yet has also been a huge step in helping me realize how i need to address them. this is kinda why i've been less active on twitter, it often feels like people there only treat my work as content to consume (which obviously isn't the case, but the format of that platform makes it feel that way). it also feels hard to reform my public artistic identity since most of my online presence is based around fanart. as much as i love fan communities, i really don't want to be solely known as "some guy that draws shadow the hedgehog" forever. i have other things i create and enjoy beyond what i show on socials, but i struggle to finish and share those things because of. all the shit i just mentioned 💀 but people online have always been overwhelmingly kind to me despite the general flaws of social media, which has been a huge help in learning i need to confront my insecurities. i honestly don't know if i'll ever be able to express how much that means to me.

there's a lot that inspires me and lights my desire to create again, but the only thing that can truly bring me out of burnout hell is me and my art. thankfully, i'm starting to remember why i do this: i want to make cool shit!! i don't want to care about whether it sucks or not, there's so much stuff i have left to say!! and when i make stuff that resonates with people, i love to see that i managed to connect with them despite being complete strangers!!! i don't have anything to prove and i certainly don't create to be praised, i make stuff because my art is entirely unique to me. and because shit's fun!!!!

not much else i have to say here, just kinda wanted to get some of my thoughts out where people could see them. idk what i'll be making next, but it might be stuff in a different direction. ty guys <3 good night tristate area

#these aren't all the thoughts i have about this subject but they ARE the ones i'd like to share on a public platform #alright that's enough of a look into my personal psyche for now. shoo get outta here #ferntext

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I feel like rambling a bit about the Beatles; they have been my special interest for a while now but recently I've become especially hyperfixated.

I'm in college right now but my experience goes back to the 2010s when my father brought me trinkets from his trip to Liverpool some of which were Beatles-related. Living in a Eastern European country was a bit of a bleek experience as a child if you grew up being influenced by Western media. Being glued to the family computer or the TV, all I could do was admire the ways decade's leading up the the 21st century was shown in media, times which I was told were the darkest for my family (no electricity, no running water, the looming Soviet Union).

As such I was a yearning middle schooler, jealous of the Western world and their ability to create media that I admired. Don't get me wrong, I have gone back since then to realize even my home country had its charms and memorable breakthroughs in our culture of music or style but for me, as a kid being infatuated with the West, I was jealous of people who had their parents pass down cool records to them because they lived through the times when such music was popular, have access to merchandise or memorabilia, or the ability to visit certain historical places because I was worlds away from them.

As such I became fixated much of my teenagehood on the prospect of "what it could have been" for me, If I had the chance, I was basically a westernboo, I was chronically online most of the 2010s, exploring the emerging internet culture, the online sphere, youtube (because who else would have been the perfect subject to develop a parasocial relationship with British vloggers ahem dan&phil), but I also began to develop taste in music. As such it coincided with my father's visit to Liverpool, which fascinated me, the trinkets he had brought back along with the LOVE album CD, were mesmerizing. I mean I enjoyed my fair share of 2010s pop music, but by the end of that CD listen, needless to say, I became a pretentious prick.

To say I was interested in them is an understatement, I was obsessed; but I couldn't really explore my Beatles obsession with anyone my age so I paraded my hyperfixation to my father (a beatles fan, who took pride in me developing this interest) and the adults in my family, as simply an infatuation with the decades (the 60s-70s) to seem smart and sophisticated. They would praise me for being a history nerd and ask me to tell them fun facts about the Beatles which i pretended to simply comply with, but in reality, I just wanted an excuse to bring up the Beatles. Of course, those fun facts needed reading-up so i consumed as much reading material online (or from the few english history books my school library housed) as I could. I read of their contributions to music, their history, rock n roll, the pre-Beatles, post-breakup, their solo careers, the hippie counterculture everything ( i guess as much as a i could comprehend at them time lol) but most importantly, i read of John's tragic passing as well as the many articles, hypothesizing on 'what it could have been' for the Beatles.

My undiagnosed brain had melted at that one singular possibility.

Truly, in modern internet slang, the alleged/hypothesized Beatles reunion has been my Roman empire since the day I graduated middle school to today simply because I think of it every day at least twice. Eventually middle school obsession had matured into a primary interest, a personality trait, more of a "hello, I'm Nym, and I'm a big fan of the Beatles" and it would automatically tell the type of person I was. Only a few things after the Beatles had the same lasting effect on me (Gravity Falls as an example lol).

It also didn't help that I listen to them and their solo releases on the daily and that they're actually everywhere, being the greatest band in the world, but I think it's only in my tism brain that can't scratch that itch that makes my enjoyment of the Beatles such a surreal experience. Perhaps I could finally put it into words to give middle school me some sort of closure:

There has always been something so devastating to me about John's and George's passings. humans come and they go but for them it was abrupt, cruel; living in the 2020s now, there's something so poignant to me that begs the world why they never got to experience the next century to its full potential.

We knew the Beatles were over in 1980, the tale isn't as obscure as the Roman Empire because it feels like it has only just happened, it's part of modern popculture right? And yet we live in the 3rd decade of the 21st century, completely shifting the perspective to a type of lingering wound from such a long time ago that it never really heals anymore.

At the time, I had told this to my mother, how it bothered me so much. She had assumed I had realized the concept of sudden death and become afraid of it, and to her credit, she had tried her best to help me 'overcome it' as well, but it was never death that bothered me, it was the unfairness, the lack of closure and I guess the bittersweetness that lingers with me every time I turn on a Beatles song.

Being a Beatles fan has been a surreal experience really; I believed this weird, almost para-sociality with the closure that never came that I yearned for so long as a middle schooler would dissipate over time and I could enjoy the Beatles legacy as every other adult had around me, enjoy a fun fact now and then, get a trinket from a trip. I never really achieved that, I'm in college and they still essentially function for me as the fall of the Roman Empire. Especially with the release of Get Back a year or two ago and Now and Then, it's essentially gotten worse. Sometimes I can't bear to think about it anymore and sometimes I can't help but reminisce on what it could have been.

Anyways, I still treasure them in such a weird way, I think it takes a lot for a human tale with all its flaws to be this compellingly tragic and bittersweet to keep up a gen z college student at night over half a century later. Idk

#the beatles #paul mccartney #john lennon #ringo starr #george harrison #get back #60s icons #rambles #dad rock #autistic things #i guess now and then could potentially be that closure that i longed for #but also calling it the last beatles song kinda made my eye twitch #kept me up at night even more #not sure where this came from #peace and love

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Bonjour! I'm a big fan and your art inspires me so much. I'm currently learning French to communicate with my friends, do you happen to have any tips on learning another language? I'd love some advice. ^_^

Bonjour bonjour ! Thank you for gracing my inbox with such a cute little Time, I adore him 🤩

And I'm glad I can inspire you!!

About your question I don't really have unique advice on learning another language, I guess you're asking me because I happen to be French? ^^

I'd say find lessons to learn the basics first, and maybe use an app or something to learn vocabulary (I did that for Japanese a few years ago and quiz apps make things a lot easier and fun! I'm still a beginner though, I don't have enough time but I'd love to start again). There's an app called Anki that lets you create your own quiz cards to test yourself with, or you can download pre-made decks (search for "Anki French decks" and you'll find what you need). I've used Anki a lot for studying, I love it!

Once you're comfortable enough start having basic conversations with your friends, and you can also try watching the French version of a movie you know well (or I don't know... try playing a LoZ game in French for example haha). If you already know the dialogues it can help! Maybe you can also listen to French youtubers that share your interests? I'm sure you'll find lessons from native speakers on Youtube too :)

And then of course consume French media, read in French, listen to French music... That's how I learnt English for the most part, I didn't really try (and the language classes we get in French school are really unhelpful). But I guess it's much easier with English cause it's everywhere and very much needed to get involved in fandom stuff online.

(Also be careful about comments from French users on social networks, sadly a lot of us make a lot of spelling or grammar mistakes so don't trust everything you read... I don't see the same thing happening in the same proportions with English speakers, I guess French is hard for natives too).

And lastly, we're always pleased and impressed when a foreigner bothers to learn our language, even if it's just a few sentences, and you don't need to speak flawlessly to be understood! French can be hard but don't put too much pressure on yourself ^^

I'm not sure this was very helpful, but I tried haha. Good luck with your learning and I hope you'll enjoy speaking French!

Passe une belle journée :))

#ask #french #advice??#not my art #oot link

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fourswordsannotated · 8 months

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re: reading the manga

hello to anyone who is interested in this very weird little manga! if you’re wondering how you can read the legend of zelda: four swords, this post is for you.

obviously, the best thing to do in my opinion is acquire the physical book. you can purchase the definitive “legendary edition” online or in person (outside of specialty shops, i think the b&n manga section has some of himekawa’s work). the library is also an option, you never know what they might have!

that said, i get how both options can be unfeasible. i do have a pdf of the legendary edition, but i’m not sure what the best way would be to share it. i don’t love the idea of having a google drive file indefinitely available to anyone who has the link. would be people be comfortable requesting access instead? and does this cross into, like, harmful distribution of media? i mean no disrespect to these authors or their work.

the other wrinkle with the pdf is that it is a very large file. i also have an epub which is much smaller, but lower quality. i would ideally like to share both so everyone has options.

i also want to acknowledge that there is a fan translation floating around online, but i see no upside to reading it instead of the official english translation. no disrespect to the fan translation, but it is pretty much always better to consume the official version of a text. even if it isn’t in the original language, it’s a translation produced and approved by the company releasing the manga itself. i assume there is at least some communication between the company, if not the translators themselves, about the intentions of their work.

please let me know your thoughts about everything above! i would love if more people were able to enjoy this weird little manga in its most ideal form.

- @hey-adora

#not annotations #four swords #four swords manga #loz #legend of zelda

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basssiliskk · 3 months

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letting my qsmp mutuals know now that my qsmp posting may be slowed/nonexistant for a while because i'm not enjoying the energy surrounding the fandom right now

Putting it under the cut for people who don't want to hear me yapping

a lot of the people on here have a hard time differentiating criticism with hate and are starting to harass people with genuine concerns or critiques about the server for being "chronically online" or "taking it too seriously"

most of these criticisms aren't even in bad faith, it's people pointing out prolonged behaviors/events they notice and want to change because they love the server and want to see it improve, not because they hate it. Following Quackity's advice and "letting things breathe" and bringing up continued issues people notice can coexist. We don't always need to pretend everything is perfect or enjoy every second of a media we consume, because it is created by humans who can make or overlook mistakes.

Some of these examples are things like: Essentially locking CCs out of the server for "lore reasons" like Pol, Slime, Baghera, etc (we still haven't gotten Pol back and it's been months). Disrupting lore that's been in the making for months, which even if CCs aren't mad about per se, have expressed disappointment in like with Cellbit during Purgatory and Pierre currently. Then one that's less extreme but a bit frustrating when it happens over and over again — unsatisfying conclusions to arcs that have been hyped up like the short cutscene played as the "rescue mission" for Baghs and Cellbit when it was previously brought up as if it'd be some big event including Phil at the very least.

Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern and unfortunately a lot of these points are things that have happened multiple times and we can assume it'll happen again. People bringing up disappointment in that isn't unnecessary hate and it's beginning to feel like if you say otherwise, you're seen as a toxic fan. I'm hoping things change but for now I'm just going to watch Foolish's pov privately and not talk about the server much on here.

#qsmp fandom crit #qsmp fandom neg #qsmp crit

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"I dont support it in real life!"

Then why write about it? If for coping purposes, why post it online for others (especially actual predators) to see and consume? Then why portray those things in a positive light instead of condemning them?And you're seriously going to tell me that just because as an adult you want to see a fictional minor (that mind you, is usually designed to resemble an actual child) depicted in sexual situations doesn't mean you don't share that same view concerning children in real life? You find fictional minors attractive but not real ones? Why does the line between finding someone who is (and usually also looks like) a child sexually attractive get drawn at whether the child is real or not? I'm not calling anyone pedophiles, but if the shoe fits... And also no, I am not talking about 18 y/os finding 17 y/os attractive. Use your brain. Creating content of underaged characters is still questionable regardless of age, however.

Then why write about it?

I like to write dark topics because they provide interesting avenues down which to explore characters/people. Duh. Why does one character survive to the end of a slasher movie? Because the audience/writer enjoys seeing someone struggle and overcome obstacles.

Sex is thematically used for intimacy and vulnerability. Aren't You Sick of Sleeping Alone? features a child character "consenting" to have sex with a drunk adult, because I thought putting the characters through something like this and seeing how they'd react the morning after would be interesting. Whisper Your Love is about a victim of CSEM struggling to find sexual liberation — and failing! The Need To Be Loved is about heartbreak and the inherent beauty/pain of vulnerability. all flowers (in time) bend towards the sun is about me self-projecting my struggles with intimacy onto my comfort characters.

These fics feature underage sex and non-con. Here are some of the reviews:

"The most emotional smut I've ever read" — all flowers

"I ended up crying a couple times because of how close it hit to home" — all flowers

"I read this until late at night, burning with delight, then went to bed, slept for 3 hours, woke up at 5 in the morning in an incredibly brutal desire to READ THIS AGAIN. and I did it. everything here is so good, sensual and simply charming to tears." — all flowers

"i think my heart was ripped out of my chest" — NTBL

"Just all of it is so so good, so well-written, so captivating, so clever, so detailed. I love how tragically realistic his trauma is." — WYL

"I'm terrified of the next chapter but super excited- the deep dive with morality you did was so fascinating and you can REALLY tell how much thought you put into this work." — AYSOSA

"God, this was an experience. Hard to read sometimes just from the fact how this acknowledges how sick and fucked up the situation is." — AYSOSA

This is not "something that I support in real life," you fucknut. This is art.

And you have the nerve to ask me why? Why did the Greeks tell tales of Sisyphus?

If for coping purposes, why post it online for others (especially actual predators) to see and consume?

I am not writing any of this for coping purposes.

I post it online for those who ARE coping to find, and for others like me who have an interest in pushing characters to their absolute limits. Why does the Saw franchise have so many fans?

I don't know how to tell you this, but as long as it doesn't involve REAL children, it is absolutely zero of your business what "actual predators" may or may not get off to. Whether it's my fics, a flat-chested actress in a school girl outfit, or fantasies in their own heads, all of that is doing zero tangible harm. No one is getting hurt. Why should I care?

Then why portray those things in a positive light instead of condemning them?

Please find me a single one of my fics where the underage sex is supposed to be romantic or is portrayed as a good thing. I'll even help you out — here is a link to all of my fics tagged with underage sex. Take your time, anon. Go ahead. I will wait.

I'll spoil it for you — there is none. You know how I know that? Because by the very act of tagging my fics — adding that big, red exclamation point! — I am saying, "WARNING, THERE ARE BAD THINGS IN THIS STORY."

As for why I "write them in a positive light," uh, because it's not real? It makes for an interesting story? I'm trying to get off?? The author doesn't owe you or anyone an explanation.

My characters aren't turning to the camera and saying, "Wow, all of this underage sex was a great idea and everyone should do it without care for any consequences!"

If someone reads my fic and comes away with the idea that underage sex is good, then I think that says more about them and their absolutely EMPTY head than it does about me. Media literacy and analysis is taught for all twelve years of your public education, anon.

And you're seriously going to tell me that just because as an adult you want to see a fictional minor (that mind you, is usually designed to resemble an actual child) depicted in sexual situations doesn't mean you don't share that same view concerning children in real life?

"usually designed to resemble an actual child," is so funny, haha. I'm currently rewatching Phineas and Ferb in my downtime — I don't think actual children have triangle or sideways-T shaped heads.

Unlike you, I have no problem distinguishing, say, Ciel Phantomhive (exceptionally intelligent, cunning, ruthless, vengeful murderer) from a real-life sixth-grader (kind of loud, mostly annoying, learning algebra, probably shouldn't have caffeine).

Child characters are tools. For the sake of the story, they are smarter than actual children, more capable, able to problem-solve and generate significant conflict, etc. Child characters can argue when they're angry and explain themselves when they cry (real children feel angry and sad, too, but generally lack the emotional awareness to explain why they feel this way, let alone in a healthy, relationship-defining way).

Child characters are functionally the same as adult characters, just smaller. You know why, anon? Because they are not real and only exist as a vessel through which to tell a story.

Jesus Christ, your English teacher must be ashamed of you.

You find fictional minors attractive but not real ones? Why does the line between finding someone who is (and usually also looks like) a child sexually attractive get drawn at whether the child is real or not?

I don't find "fictional minors" attractive, actually. I find characters attractive. Their age is negligible. My favorite characters are my favs for their personality and their themes. I loved Ben Tennyson, for example, when he was ten, and when he was sixteen, and I love him when I write him in his twenties, and thirties. Age is just another part of the story to tell. (I can write about a teenager struggling to make time for their new relationship, and I can write about that same character as a thirty-year-old doing taxes.) It doesn't mean anything more.

As for why other people do... Because humans like things that are aesthetically pleasing, and a large part of character design is making the character appealing to look at. It's literally the exact same reason why people like sunsets or pretty buildings or dog-grooming videos.

I'm not calling anyone pedophiles, but if the shoe fits…

Anon, if you call people pedophiles over drawings, I'm going to rip your IP address from this brain-dead ask, find you, and shove that shoe up your ass so far that you'll have to open your mouth to tie the laces.

And also no, I am not talking about 18 y/os finding 17 y/os attractive. Use your brain.

I am using my brain. Are you?

Creating content of underaged characters is still questionable regardless of age, however.

No, it's not. Get over yourself and find a real problem to care about. There are wars going on in the world, anon. People are dying.

#ask #anonymous #anti nonsense #proship #profic #my writing #i wasn't going to answer all of this because tldr tbh but i like to talk about my writing :)

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Hi! Sorry if this is a bit deep and ramble-y but it’s just something that’s been on my mind. Have you ever doubted defending dream?

Sometimes I feel like I’m wrong for feeling bad for him. I feel like I get where some ppl are coming from when they say why they hate him but then am horrified by what they do with that hatred.

I keep telling myself that it’s normal to feel empathy for someone that you could see was facing a lot of shit. I felt bad for him in April, but also felt bad for feeling bad because everyone was saying how he was a horrible person who deserved horrible things. Looking back, and reading some ppls reflections on it, it’s much more obvious how April specifically was just an obscene hate campaign, but even then I have moments of doubt just because of how universal the idea of dream always being in the wrong seems to be, especially in this community.

Even with the most recent incident, where I did step away for a while, I felt bad for him and his friends for the things their fans were doing. But then I also felt bad for feeling bad because so many ppl on here say that the extreme means are necessary.

Even though I am more of a causal fan, I don’t want to live in an echo chamber and I think the ppl in the fandom who I do follow (like you) are pretty rational about everything. I’ve tried following other ppl but there’s just this everpresent hatred of him that I don’t like seeing everyday on my dash. But I again feel wrong for feeling that way. It’s all just frustrating.

i was going to sleep but this is actually a really important ask, in my humble opinion.

the short answer is no.

the long answer is absolutely not, i've never regretted defending him over the things i have defended him over because even if he was a terrible person and not like, a dude none of us know personally who is not perfect and makes mistakes and is sometimes a fucking idiot, those would still be things i would defend him for.

defending someone against absolutely vile queerphobia is never something i'd regret because it's quite simply just the right thing to do. erasing someone's identity because you don't like them is wrong, point blank. blair white or caitlynn jenner are no less deserving of respect as trans women than any other woman.

defending dream against ableism is always gonna be the right thing because you don't have to be a good person to deserve not to be treated awfully due to your neurodivergence.

and like, there's been things i've defended dream on where i don't completely agree with him. i think he's been a little baby sometimes when it comes to mcc but when people were saying shit like he was '''manipulating''' us and noxcrew because he said he didn't want to play in mcc if he had to play buildmart, yeah i'm going to point out that's a batshit take. someone venting and being frustrated isn't manipulation, he was just throwing a tantrum. touch grass yada yada.

and when it comes to my belief that people can be racist in the past and change, that still applies! i still think dream actively tried to be better! he grew up in a bigoted environment, is open about his racist past (and fucking uses the word racist/bigoted, thank god) and is actively working to be better.

that's always going to be true and frankly, i think it's not only weird but extremely telling that a LOT of white people who had formerly defended him suddenly switched up. it just shows that it was never about the harm done and poc but whether or not you liked some white boy.

but i digress.

the thing is, anon, i get why you feel this way. this fandom and online culture as a whole lately is wrought with the belief that consumption of media is a reflection of your morals. that consuming the right media and being a fan of the right sort of person is akin to activism.

it's not. it doesn't fucking matter. there's no righteousness in hating dream. you can certainly be valid in hating him! there's a lot of reasons to dislike him or hate him or feel he shouldn't have a platform. i might not agree with it all but i can see it.

the problem is.... i see why you feel like this and that is genuinely so sad and messed up because how did we get to the point where queerphobia or ableism or body shaming is totally okay as long as it's a certain group and to where people doubt themselves when they think it's wrong! it is wrong but i completely understand why anyone would second guess themselves.

as it stands right now, i don't regret it because i feel it's right. i'm always going to feel it's right.

if something comes out tomorrow and it turns out that it really is more than some instagram dms and the questionable choice of giving out his private snapchat, then i won't be defending him.

but i still wouldn't regret any of my past defense because my defense isn't conditional, my belief that people can grow isn't conditional, and my opinion on things like fandom's queerphobia and misuse of terms like 'grooming' would still stand.

#loyal answers things #dreamwastaken #long post #anon if you feel anger in my words please know it's not directed at you #it's directed at everyone who has made you second guess yourself #anyway. i love you <3 <3 if you need anything else let me know

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lowkey kinda frustrated by the lack of transparency from smosh idk if this is a common thing for all online content groups but this is personally jarring for me as someone who also is also a dropout fan :///

i totally get that. i've been a fan of smosh for like... six-ish years now so frankly im kind of used to their lack of addressing things atp. that isn't to say it's a good thing or even an excusable thing - im just saying it's something i've learned to live with.

i think it's easy to forget that smosh is a company. at the end of the day they are making decisions that they think are best for their business, what will make them the best monetary gain and what will keep the most viewers in their pocket. i can't say that i particularly agree with all of those decisions, but i also can't say that we as the fans should be allowed to dictate what they do. especially (and i say this knowing my perception personally revolves around the small subset of us here on smoshblr) when the fan base calling for transparency and accountability is a minority. as loud as smoshblr and smoshtwt seem, there are 26.5 million subscribers to smosh (and that's just the main channel - 46 million between the main three channels), most of whom aren't even aware of any of the things they're not taking accountability for. i've seen this happen with countless youtubers and online groups i've been a fan of. i won't name-drop them, but people often do what's best for their brand, not what's morally right. it's a hard thing to come to terms with, but we are just viewers consuming a product. they get to decide what to do with that product; we get to decide whether or not we consume it.

not to mention, it is a company run by real people. people whose relationships and friendships impact their choices. they may not address certain things and they may sweep things under the rug to protect people they care about. once again, i'm not saying whether this is morally good or bad or that it's okay (it's not), i'm just saying that it is a factor that they probably take into account.

now, once again, none of this is an excuse. i'm not going to say that smosh is the pinnacle, end-all, be-all of upstanding companies or that they shouldn't be transparent or that we should stop trying to ask for some semblance of change. this is a well-earned critique at this point. even with everything going on right now, this is not the first time (and i'm sure it won't be the last time either) that smosh has simply avoided addressing controversy. there used to be a master post that i had pinned to the top of my page of all the issues with smosh and who was addressing what and lemme tell you, it wasn't great. i've seen companies much more graceful and overall better at handling their messes. dropout is a great example, and try guys and starkid both come to mind as well. hell, even ogsog has been way better than smosh at this, and they spawned from them. this is a very real problem with smosh as a company and i totally understand frustration and disappointment. i'm with you, trust me.

i think this is something we all have to recognize, contend with, and then draw our own lines in the sand for. we can't dictate what the entire fandom does, and we definitely can't dictate what smosh does, as much as we may want to. all we can do is keep attempting to hold them accountable for their actions and deciding what we can and cannot abide by.

tl;dr: i think that's a very fair critique. i'm frustrated too. i hear you <3

#discourse #long post #lovingly to you all this is Not an invitation for discussion you know i hate being the discourse blog but. it's worth putting out there.#oh and buckle up this isn't even the only discourse i have in my askbox today #ask #asks #anon #anonymous

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KNOW IT ALL x THE BAND CAMINO

part 5

a calum hood songfic

read 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

two years ago

Tillie and Calum turned from being absolutely nothing other than friends to being everything but “just friends” faster than anyone could keep up with. Their friends didn’t bother trying to parse when, why, or how the switch flipped in them. They were used to Tillie’s tendency to get infatuated and get bored, so they just assumed this was yet another shiny new toy for her, except this one was a bit more ingrained in their social circles.

Fans were shocked when the pictures surfaced of the two of them in Montreal online, appearing very much not platonic, but, for the most part, they ate it up. Both of their management teams agreed it bode well for publicity, so they didn’t bother trying to buy the photos greedy paps tried to sell them the rights to.

Calum felt like he was on a high every moment he spent with her. Whether she had her face nuzzled in his neck, her pinky locked with his, her knee touching his, her lips kissing him… it was like a hit of a drug stronger than he’d ever consumed. After the weekend in Montreal, he had practically moved into Tillie’s place.

They spent days at a time cuddled up in bed, swapping stories from their younger years and ordering way too many things from Doordash and GoPuff. They were in their own world, locked away in the walls of her bedroom. Today was the first day in nearly three weeks that one of them had an obligation to leave their little bubble. They hadn’t spoken about it, but they were both planning on ignoring their other responsibilities until the last possible minute.

That is, until Michael Clifford had his way.

She and Calum were asleep when Michael used his key to Tillie’s condo to check up on the girl no one had heard from in weeks.

“Matilda Sloane Beckett, you can’t just fall off the face of the earth and not answer anybody!” Michael yells, stomping through the hallways, looking for his best friend.

Tillie and Calum both look at each other in sleepy shock. They both whisper a quiet “fuck” before they spring out of bed, throwing on clothes so they’re not just naked when Michael inevitably walks in on them. Calum steps into his boxers while chucking Tillie the plain white shirt he was wearing before whenever he last took a shower. Tillie is barely pulling the shirt down over her ass when Michael barges in without knocking.

“I swear to god if you have Cal here—“

Both Tillie and Calum freeze when Michael opens the door, and Michael slaps a hand over his eyes when he realizes that she does, in fact, have Calum there, both of them sporting serious cases of sex hair.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Michael,” Tillie grumbles. She grabs one of the pairs of Calum’s boxers he’d discarded some number of days ago, rolling the waistband so they don’t fall off of her. “We have clothes on, dipshit.”

Michael sighs and takes his hand away from his eyes. He looks back and forth between his two best friends before sighing. “Weren’t you supposed to go to Australia, like, last week?” He asks, the question pointed at Calum.

Calum shrugs. “I moved the flight back.” He ended up moving his flight to tonight, which is when Tillie and Michael are headed to the Cliffords’ home in Sydney. It bought him more time with Tillie, both just the two of them, and on the flight this evening with Michael.

Michael’s eyes narrow. “Why?”

Calum’s full cheeks turn red and he looks away.

“Because he wanted to? What the fuck is wrong with you, Mike?” Tillie snaps.

Mike then glares at Tillie. “Well fucking excuse me for being concerned about my two best fucking friends, neither of whom have been seen or heard from in weeks.”

“If you’d asked Roy, you’d have known where both of us are, Michael. Clearly, your search and rescue wasn’t that thorough.” Tillie glares back at Michael before she picks up the hoodie by her feet, handing it to Calum, who’s too nervous about the two people in the room going in on each other. Calum stares at the floor while he messes with a hole in his hoodie’s sleeve.

Michael is annoyed about a number of things, so he’s practically got steam coming from his ears, but arguing with Tillie is like taking the LSAT. It’s a mind game that exhausts you while you do logical gymnastics in your head. He drops the whole “fallen off the face of the planet” thing.

“Are you at least packed? We have to go to the airport in like, four hours.”

Tillie huffs. “Shit, Mike, are you just here to chastise me?”

“We were going to get Tillie all packed up after we ordered some late lunch, and then head to mine so I can pack before heading to LAX tonight,” Calum says calmly, trying to ease the tension in the room.

“Cal, can I talk to Tillie for just a minute?” Michael says, shockingly far more calm after just a few seconds.

Calum looks to Tillie to make sure she’s okay with that, and she nods, so he holds his hands up in surrender and walks out of the bedroom. Tillie rolls her eyes at Michael as he steps closer to her.

“What?” She asks, her eyes sharp and glaring at him.

Michael steps even closer to her, trying to keep what he’s about to say quiet enough that Calum can’t hear.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He hisses lowly.

She looks up at him, nose scrunched up. “What the fuck do you mean?” Her voice is at normal conversation level. She doesn’t care if Cal hears what she’s saying.

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Tillie, you can’t just do your normal ‘get obsessed and then completely forget about them’ shit with Calum. You can’t just hurt someone we all care about like that.”

Tillie’s jaw drops in shock. “First off, how coldhearted do you think I am? It’s… it’s different with Calum—”

“Yeah, right,” Michael snorts, cutting her off.

Tillie squints at him with frustration. “You may think you know everything about me, Michael, but you don’t. It’s different with Calum. I actually like him.”

Michael laughs loudly and claps his hands together. “Ha! Yeah, you ‘actually liked’ Hannah, too. And Ben. And Priya. And Wyatt. And—”

She rolls her eyes again. “You’ve made your point, and you’re wrong. It is different this time.”

He stares at her, wanting to believe her, but truly worried for Calum’s well-being if he keeps pursuing whatever this is with Tillie. He sighs, the sincerity in Tillie’s big blue eyes almost scares him. He’s never truly seen her have feelings for anyone. She’s been infatuated with and attracted to plenty of people, but liking or loving someone as a person, not just a body, hasn’t happened in the few years he’s known her. He’s not sure if it’s ever happened.

“Okay, if you say so.”

She nods, hoping that he actually believes her and isn’t just dropping that. “I don’t want to hurt him, Mike. I know how good he is, and I don’t want to do anything that would make his golden heart tarnish, okay?”

Tillie does like Calum. She likes him more than she thinks she’s ever liked anyone, and that’s a little scary to her. Actually, it’s far more than a little scary. It scares her shitless. She doesn’t know how to do the ‘relationship’ thing, but if she’s going to try it with anybody, it’s going to be Calum Hood.

At that, Michael starts to smile. It’s not like Tillie to get so poetic in her conversations. Her songs are poetic. When it comes to music, she writes killer lyrics that cut deeply, but Tillie’s day-to-day vocabulary primarily consists of cuss words and slang. She also doesn’t talk about her feelings. At all. This is a new side to Tillie.

“Aw, do you have a crush?” He asks. The mood is now significantly lighter, and a cocky smile is now tugging the corners of his mouth.

Tillie punches his shoulder, hard. “Shut the fuck up, Clifford.”

She then exits the bedroom, headed straight for the kitchen, where Calum is pulling random ingredients out of her fridge. He looks somewhat goofy in just his boxers and a hoodie, his dirty hair sticking up in all sorts of directions. He smiles at her as she walks in, a nearly empty thing of cottage cheese in his hands, along with a bottle of her favorite Cholula hot sauce.

“What do you say we throw together some weird mix of things that will go bad if we don’t eat them?” He asks.

She grins and nods. “Hell yeah.”

“Mike, want lunch!?” Calum yells out, not sure where his friend is in the condo currently.

He appears in the kitchen seconds later. “What are you making?” He asks, an eyebrow raised as he takes in the random assortment of items on the counter.

“Everything?” Cal says, laughing.

Michael agrees to stay for lunch, and the three of them have fun eating all the random things in the fridge. They discover that some had already gone bad by Michael unfortunately taking a bite of them and making a disgusted face. Michael takes out the trash after they’ve all eaten and cleared out the fridge, leaving just Tillie with Calum again.

“Why do you spend Christmas with the Cliffords?” Calum asks, helping Tillie out with her packing by folding everything that she tosses at him. He’s gotten to be an expert at packing after so many world tours, whereas Tillie normally just tosses a few things into a suitcase and buys a bunch of random stuff while in different cities.

Tillie clears her throat as it goes dry. She throws another hoodie in Cal’s direction, ignoring his earlier comment that it’s summer in Australia and she doesn’t need several hoodies.

“I, uh, don’t really have anywhere else to go,” she says.

Calum’s head snaps up, his focus on folding breaking quickly. She’s from North Carolina and had grown up there. She has her sister, which, he knows she has a complicated relationship with, as he’d learned in Montreal. Why isn’t she headed to the other side of the country, rather than across the Pacific?

“I just figured you’d go to your parents’,” he says. He doesn’t want to pry, but he really did think that’s where she’d go. She has spent every other Christmas that he has known her with Michael in Australia, and always found that odd, but never had enough of a relationship with her to actually ask about it.

He watches as her facial expression shifts to sadness. Worry lines wrinkle her forehead and she chews on her lower lip. “No. I don’t have a relationship with them anymore.”

How had he not known that?

“Shit, Tillie, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.” He debates standing up so he can hug her, but he doesn’t. He’s pretty sure she will pull away from him if he reaches out to her, both emotionally and physically.

She shrugs, resuming her search in her mess of a closet. “It’s fine. Old news. Mike’s the only person outside of my family who knows.” She throws a graphic t-shirt at Calum, hitting him square in the face, just like she’d hoped. “Oops,” she says, smiling smugly.

“Tillie, you have at least twenty other graphic tees in here, do you really need another?!”

“Define ‘need’?”

“We’re going for two weeks, not two months. I’m cutting you off. You have plenty of clothes, and even if you didn’t you know you’re going to be stealing half of Mike’s clothes anyway.”

“Okay, but I definitely need more underwear. Am I allowed to bring more underwear?”

At that, Calum perks up. “Hmm, but if you’re hanging out with me, will you still need underwear?”

Tillie rolls her eyes. “Unless you intend to spend your entire trip to Australia in your childhood bedroom, naked, with me, yes, I need underwear.”

She turns around to head to her dresser, keeling over in laughter when she finds Calum with her black lace thong on his head like a weird hat. She whips out her phone, quickly snapping a photo before Calum can stand up and grab it from her.

“No!” He whines, grabbing the phone from her hands before she can take another.

“Don’t give me a reason to take a picture of you being stupid if you don’t want me to take a picture of you being stupid!”

Calum pouts, bending over and throwing Tillie over his shoulder, quickly starting to run out of the room. He runs laps around the living room while she howls with laughter.

“Delete the picture and I’ll put you down!”

“Honestly, I’d be perfectly happy if you carried me for the rest of my life.”

His heart skips a beat. Doing anything with Tillie for the rest of her life sounds like a dream come true. He doesn’t put her feet back on the floor but puts her on the kitchen counter so they can be at eye level. She opens her legs so he can fit between them, their arms instinctively wrapping around each other. She’s staring into his brown eyes and he feels like she’s staring at his soul.

“Y’know, I’m sorry it took so long,” she starts, shocked at herself and that these words are coming from her, “for me to actually admit that I, uh, like you.”

Calum blushes but he can’t help but smile. “I, uh, like you too,” he says, somewhat mocking her, even though he means every single letter in every single word.

“I’ve always been a sucker for a slow burn.” Tillie smiles while she speaks. Cal realizes she doesn’t smile with her teeth very much, but she’s so beautiful when she does. He makes a mental note to try to make her smile like that more.

“Feelings have always seemed so scary,” she continues. “Letting people in, I’ve just always felt like I’d end up burned. But with you, I think I realized, it might be my turn.”

Calum lights up with a beaming smile. “Tills, that sounds like a fucking song.”

She snorts. “That’s way too cheesy to be a song of mine. Maybe your boyband can use it.”

He gasps with fake offense. He knows Tillie is just giving him shit, and she doesn’t consider 5SOS a boyband. He sticks his tongue out at her and she leans forward, pressing the tiniest bit of her tongue against his, which makes him giggle. He kisses her nose, and then she grabs the back of his neck, pressing her lips against his and wrapping her legs around him to pull him even closer.

She’s not used to being close while feeling close, and she’s not sure how she feels about the idea.

next part!

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #calum hood #ashton irwin #michael clifford #fanfiction #fanfic #5sosfam #imagine #calum fic #calum 5sos #calum imagine #songfic #calum x ofc #calum x fem!oc #know it all #the band camino

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I am no prophet, but i have the feeling that Vivzie's downfall will happen because someone who was close to her (maybe Ashley) will tell us, with proof and everything, that she did something so jaw-droping and horrible that even people in the critical community didnt know about, and even her most faithful fans will simply stop wanting to support her on the spot.

I have seen a LOT of cases where beloved internet micro-celebrities do bad things for years (like saying bigoted things, using their fans to attack other, etc) and they are still liked and supported cuz people quickly forget those things happen or consume their product cuz they "separate the art from the artist", but when some ex-friend or family member confesses that they did something terrible, thats when people stop tolerating their behaviour and just reconise they were never a good person, and their carer ends right there.

I think something similar might happen to Vivz.

I hope she never hurted someone in an irreparable and life-ruining way, but i cant help but think that her behavior online is the one of someone who is bad in the internet, and way worse in real life; the way she throws tantrums when not everyone praises her and her art, the way she is clearly obsessed with the idea of everyone loving her, the fact that she never speaks up when her fans are being horrible human beings at those who dislike her and she inderecly encourages that... is very scary.

The Evilest thing i can imagine her doing is having masive beef with some poor soul for a stupid reason, stalking them and trying to ruin their life, maybe by trying to blacklist them in the industry (remember the "i can ruin her") but i dont know her personally, she could be way worse than that and i wouldnt have a way to know.

We already know she is manipulative and obsesive, but what more? That woman is a total mystery.

I really hope that doesnt happen, that the things that gets revealed are just confirmations of what we already know about her (like the work abuse, transphobia, not paying her workers etc) so everyone will know and fans cant say that is "made up" anymore, but God, her story reminds me SO much of internet celebrities who turned up to be stalkers, abusers or even criminals!

She reminds me of Squizy, who got away with saying the N-word, drawing porn of minors and other bad things for years, but her fame ended when her ex-boyfriend spoke out about how she abused him.

Maybe its just me being a traumatized weirdo who grew up watching her favourite internet personalities turned up to be disgusting human beings, but i gotta say im scared of Vivziepop ngl.

I have a weird hunch that that's what it might turn out to be too, something completely out of left field. We know that this woman made a pilot and left an absurdly massive trail snail of angry, embittered people in her wake. I can't even imagine how many she's managed to piss off since then, what she's saying and doing behind the scenes that we still don't know about.

One thing's for sure -- it's very, very hard to keep scandalous secrets in 2023. You can get away with it for a while, but not forever.

#Anonymous #vivziepop critical #actual blog post

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I just saw the most unhinged fight from some folks willing to literally die on a hill of who is better, Zuko or Aang. And like it was almost funny how into it they were getting but also the entire thing was centered around moral high ground and who was more unethical to who in the series. It all ended with "I'm not going to continue to justify myself to you because clearly [character] fans are just so stupid and won't listen to reason." And the original poster had gone through and removed all the comments from the other side to amplify the echo chamber.

Like...babes. I'm holding your faces in my hands: don't fall down that rabbit hole. You're dangerously close to that purity culture shit that's ruining fandoms left and right. It's 2023, friends. Don't dredge up the 2010 era bullshit. And by all means, curate your online space, you have every right to do that. But you're losing something by not critically examining media AND your own biases.

At the end of the day, enjoy fandom how you want, but I beseech you to be careful with the purity shit because that will consume you and color the way you view everything.

#fandom insanity #anti purity culture #atla #a:tla #avatar the last airbender #zuko #aang

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she-posts-nerdy-stuff · 8 months

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Worldbuilding #2

How do I make everything airtight enough to be believable? You should always know more than your readers so that your descriptions of the world feel fleshed out and genuine without throwing endless details at them, but how can you make sure you’ve thought about everything?

This is of course dependent on how much detail you want to go into; if you want to “go full Tolkien”, as my friends and I have described it in the past, then you need to know every little detail you possibly can, but of course there are other methods - for example, I’m a big fan of Daniel Handler’s approach in Lemony Snicker’s A Series of Unfortunate Events, where very little detail is given about the world, era, etc and the reader pretty much has to accept that it fits together only for as long as you don’t look at it too closely, but this works hand in hand with the secretive writing style and implausibility of the key plot points, like an idiotic banker being put in charge of appointing the Baudelaire’s their new guardians instead of the foster care system.

I personally wanted to know an intense amount about my world because I needed to be in a place where I intimately understood it to be able to bring it across to the audience as believable. So I went through a couple of different methods:

1) Questionnaires - I cannot recommend these enough! I never found them super helpful for character building so I was kind of skeptical at first, but I absolutely loved it. I used The Ultimate Worldbuilding Questionnaire by Novel Factory, and would definitely recommend it, but there are loads online so take a look around and find one that works for you, or pick and choose different questions from them. As a side note, completing that questionnaire last year was what made me acknowledge just how deep into the Grishaverse I was/am, because I can answer nearly all the questions on it in terms of the Grishaverse.

2) Picking on idea and then spiralling outwards - I impulsively decided that the capital city of the country most of my book takes place in should be a floating island pretty much just because I thought it would look really cool (and I know it’s my own imagination, but if you guys could see what I see you would agree it looks awesome). So from that basis, I started thinking about how it floats - because it’s under a massively powerful enchantment cast by a Witch thousands of years ago - and why - as a show of immense power so he could name himself the first Witch King and inherit the country after the Elves went into reclusion. I thought about what was under the island; an enormous (also enchanted) lake/reservoir that is constantly filled by six waterfalls flowing off the island. So then I had to decide where the water was coming from (a holy fountain belonging to the high goddess of protection and preservation) and other details came from that, such as it being illegal to consume fish from the city’s rivers because they belong to the goddess by proxy. And by stating knowing these principles I then also knew basics like regions, split into six distinct areas by the rivers, water source, physical hierarchy, religious practices, relationship between Elves and Witches, power of Witches over other species in the country, and so on. This left me with a very basic outline of the world, but it was a really great point to move forward from.

In the Grishaverse, obviously I can’t actually speak for Leigh Bardugo, but theoretically let’s say that we can start with the Shadow Fold and then spiral outwards. Why can’t the Ravkans go around it? Because it crosses into countries they’re at war with or where there are high political tensions. What causes those political tensions? The protection of Grisha in Ravka, because the Fjerdans think Grisha should be put to death and the Shu think they should be experimented on. So are the Grisha safest in Ravka? They’re safer than most other places, but it still isn’t the best deal because there’s a mandatory militia conscription for all Grisha in the country. What might happen to Grisha elsewhere? In the Wandering Isle that at risk of being killed due to religious superstitions, and in Kerch they’re at high risk of slavery. Is there anywhere where their power is celebrated or truly protected? It’s celebrated in Novyi Zem more than anywhere else, and the Zemeni word for Grisha is ‘zowa’ meaning ‘blessed’, but being in Novyi Zem doesn’t make them safe from the rest of the world. And so on.

3) This one might sound a bit weird but it’s genuinely super helpful. I’m a big fan of the video game Cities: Skylines, where you build and develop a city in great detail, so I thought about the basic principles you have to be on top of in the game to keep your citizens happy and well - different levels of education, public transport systems, taxation systems, budgets, roadways and connectivity, police department, fire department, landfill, hospitals, cemeteries, parks, monuments, different types of industry, office areas, low density residential zones and high density residential zones, energy sources, positions of different places in comparison to anything that causes noise pollution, etc. Any city planning game you know would work I’m sure, but as a fan of these kind of games I’ve always found this one to be the most detailed. If you’d like to try this for worldbuilding but don’t have the game I’d recommend watching videos of it on YouTube instead because it was really helpful for me. I’ve been thinking today that maybe I should try making my fantasy cities on the game, because I already have maps of them but it would be great to effectively simulate their success. (Unfortunately I don’t think I could put them on a magic floating island, but it’d be a pretty good alternative as a simulator)

4) Worldbuilding notebook. I have a plain paper notebook that I just fill with pretty much any ideas I have relating to my book, and to me it’s now a guide to the world (to an outsider it’s probably the ramblings of a crazy person, but ah well). It was pages on common interpretations of folklore species versus my own, on grammar and language for the fictional world, on species I invented myself, and scene ideas, and it has drawings of maps, important objects, and occasionally even characters but I’m not an artist so not very often. I also practice a similar thing digitally on Milanote, which I absolutely adore and could not possibly recommend enough. I use the free version and it’s amazing. I have a main mindmap on there with sections for Character, Setting, Plot, and Important Objects, and then in those sections I also have links to more details, for example a character relationship map and a timeline of the trilogy. You can also put pictures on there so I have artwork from Pinterest that matched my characters or matched the vibe of the different locations, and it really helps for it to feel full and exciting to be able to actually see them.

5) Worldbuilding timeline. I’m currently working on one of these on Freeform and I’m absolutely loving it. The great thing about Freeform is that your space is pretty much endless, so I routinely have arrows off the timeline where I’ve expanded on something or drawn examples of something - recently I spent a long time getting distracted by the traditional fashion of all the different species on my world and drawing out outfit designs for them.

For me, the timeline starts at the literal Big Bang because it’s relevant to know what happened before the planet formed, but start it wherever you need to. I would recommend starting at Genesis - either how the people in your world came to be, or how they religiously believe they did. I personally went into a lot of detail with mine because I need to understand how its existence works in conjunction to the rise and fall of the Roman Empire and the Roman presence in England and Wales, particularly since some of the humans in my world would be survivors from the Roman conquest who maintained their cultural belonging to a tribe that, in our world, was cut down by the Romans. (eg the Iceni from the Norfolk area or Silures from the Welsh mountains). But my book is set in present day, so I didn’t go through every century in quite as much detail unless it was directly relevant, and there’s currently a 4 century gap (17th, 18th, 19th, and 20th) where I need to figure out what was going on.

Thanks so much for reading, hope that this was interesting and/or helpful :)

If you have any particular worldbuilding questions you’d like me to have a crack at let me know and I’ll do my best

#worldbuilding #fantasy world #grishaverse #writing fantasy #fantasy books #ya fantasy #fantasy writer #fantasy #fantasy language #leigh bardugo #writing a book #writing #writers on tumblr #female writers #writer

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