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moumouton4 · 8 months

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Three Is Not A Crowd || Eijiro Kirishima x fem!reader

Mention of Denki Kaminari and Katsuki Bakugo

A/n : Prompt 12 of the Smutember 2023 ( I've never tried to write something like this so just like the last prompt it's going to be less smutty than usual. But don't worry the spice is coming back )

The list of promps is HERE

Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : mention of : mirror sex, slight exhibitionism, roleplays, porn, rough sex, sex with multiple partners, Eijiro is such a sweetheart and wants you to be comfortable, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

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Word count : 1196

You and Eijiro have always been a rather curious and adventurous couple. You've always enjoyed trying new things. You were both in tune with each other and had a fairly liberated sexuality. So after 2 and a half years together, you're experiencing countless fantasies and kinks. In front of a mirror, in unlikely places - on the academy roof was very arousing - during roleplay or even in fanciful positions, but nothing seemed able to quench your thirst for discovery and novelty.

Eijiro, always the optimist, did his best to come up with new ideas for things you could both try out. Searching, for example, Internet sites or porn. And that's how he came across something he'd never considered before. An act with multiple partners. He found the idea rather interesting, he wasn't particularly jealous and it's true that the idea of seeing you experience pleasure with another man might seem interesting. Especially if he himself might find himself busy with someone else.

Two weeks had passed since the idea had germinated in his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about people who might be interested in the idea, and who wouldn't be afraid of a challenge. You'll also have to feel at ease with them. He also didn't want any jealousy to come between you, so it would make sense to take people who wouldn't arouse that feeling in you. Boys would probably do, and he wasn't going to lie about the fact that he himself was curious about sharing his intimacy with one or more boys. So the questions remained the same : Would you accept ? And who would you choose for the moment ?

Eventually, he managed to find a quiet moment with you, despite the hectic days you were having. Always thinking of your comfort, he prepared a small plate of cookies and juice in case you got hungry and thirsty. You sit down next to each other on his bed and watch for a moment as he speaks. You talked briefly about your day, Eijiro making it a point of honor to make sure your day went off without a hitch. Then he took a breath "You know, I've been thinking about that little something that might spice things up when we... well, you know. And after a bit of searching I came across something interesting" he paused, looking into your eyes to see if you were really interested for him to continue.

And seeing the depth of your gaze, he immediately understood that he had piqued your interest. So he continued "Why don't we try a multi-party plan ?" his eyes sparkled, and he himself was very excited by the idea "It might bring that famous kick we need to spice things up a bit"

You took a cookie and bit into it before asking "I see. And do you have any idea who you'll be including ?"

"Does that mean you'll accept ?!?" he almost shouted, stars in his eyes.

"That depends on who you propose Eijiro" you smirked, your fingers playing with his spiky hair a little anxiously.

Eijiro forced his brain to work at full power, he had a good idea of who he'd be asking. In his mind, he was sure he'd propose to people he already trusted rather than strangers. A name quickly came to mind : Denki Kaminari. He knew that his yellow-haired friend had repeatedly said that he found you beautiful, so it was time to do something about this. Besides, he was sure that Denki would accept, as he had a weakness for girls, all of whom he found beautiful and seductive.

His second choice was a more surprising one : Katsuki Bakugo, his best friend. The reason was quite simple, his relationship with Katsuki, though purely friendly, was based on great mutual respect and trust.

He knew things about Katsuki that many didn't, and one of those things was that Katsuki had a lot of energy to spare in this area. Never one to back down from a challenge, he was sure to say yes, but I was more certain than Denki "Well," he scratched the back of his head, where the red dye was starting to show his ebony hair "why not Denki and Katsuki. Denki's always eager to fool around with girls and Katsuki could use a break. Besides, I'm sure you'd love his more bestial side" he said smirking, he knew you'd love it when he himself went hard with you, but in reality he was more comfortable with something passionate rather than rough. You choked on your cookie "What ?!?" You clearly hadn't expected him to suggest two people - from your group of friends - for your potential first time with someone else. Eijiro clapped you on the back to help you pass your snack. But your surprise remained the same "2 people ?!? And with you in addition, that's going to be a whole crowd of people on me !"

He laughed, a cheerful, bon vivant laugh, because he knew you hadn't shut the door completely "Y/N three is not a crowd"

"Well three dicks for one pussy is a crowd" you said with a laugh. He pulled you closer to his chest, encircling your shoulder with his arm, and pulled you towards him.

"Who says we're only going to use one hole ? I know at least three, but we can always be inventive" he tried to sound confident as usual but he couldn't stop the red that was slowly rising in his cheeks, at the same time as in yours "A-and did you ask them yet ? What was their answer ?" you couldn't hide from him - even with simple questions - that you were incredibly interested.

He kissed one side of your head as you remained on his shoulder "Denki will probably say yes. As for Katuki, I'll have to be persuasive, but I'm sure it'll get his attention" his hand lovingly caressed your arm. He was trying as hard as he could to make you feel comfortable with every step you took towards this new experience.

"So what do you say ?" his gaze met yours, and you saw a spark of excitement run through them.

"I say... yes. I can't wait" you admitted with a slight blush. A big smile came to your boyfriend's lips "Well, I can't wait either. It's going to be great" he said, his voice brimming with excitement. Your eyes locked and you couldn't helo but jumps on each others' mouth, as you kissed hungrily.

Needless to say, that evening you made love to relieve all that tension, in preparation for this new experience you'll soon be sharing with two of your closest friends. And if you only knew how eagerly Denki was going to accept and with what surprising gusto Katsuki gave the go-ahead. You may have thought that three was a crowd, but once those three pretty dicks had taken care of you, your way of thinking would change radically... especially after 6 or 7 orgasms in one evening. Hopefully the next day will be a day of rest because you won't be able to walk and Eijiro will have to carry you around wherever you want to go. Damn he is so manly.

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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criminal.

you met a woman from a penpal website and began to form a relationship with her, until you suddenly got comfortable with her and began to share fantasies that she had also dreamt of.

pairings | prisoner!dark!natasha x fem!reader

warnings | 18+ MINORS DNI! online talking, prisoner!natasha, dirty talking (online), rough sex on the couch, strap-on (used), pet names, dark!natasha, and daddy kink.

word count | 3.5k

notes | this was anon requested and i hope this satisfies you, nonnon! i’m so sorry if it’s too late :( i am doing my best to get all of your requests. enjoy though!

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When I heard of this website called Pen Pal from my friends, I was sketched up. I wasn’t the type of person who would message someone from the internet–let alone a stranger who could break into your house if they had your address. You can’t trust the internet these days. The only reason why I know this website is because of the lack of relationships that I have never gone through in my life. Although I did have a few crushes, they liked me back, but eventually, it turned into nothing like a cloud of dust. Did I want to be in a relationship? Sure, sometimes.

Okay maybe.

Anyway, I was scanning through the website and saw some of the inmates who seemed desperate as I was. These people, specifically women, wouldn’t pass my age. That didn’t matter though, I’d still like anyone even though they weren’t my age. No one caught my interest, especially with their boring information about themselves. Looking for a babe, I want someone who could send me nudes, if you got tits then ur good. This is the information that I don’t need, they are too forward. If you want to speak eloquently about railing someone, you might as well do it in the second stage of dating.

Until I see a profile that did catch my interest. Natasha Romanoff, 36 years old. “I like making new friends.”

She’s a real eye-catcher.

And, she’s not your typical American, she looked too European to be American. Perhaps she was Russian and possibly was born from there, unless I may have assumed it in a wrong way. I decided to click on her profile and gave her a small greeting message.

Me: hey! :D

I didn’t wait much for her reply since I had Calculus homework that I had to do, so I grabbed my pencil and went back to studying. It was almost midnight when she replied, and I was tireless when I received her message.

NatsRomanoff: Hey there :) what suddenly brings you here?

What suddenly brings you here, I thought as I read that message. I could say: nothing much, I just want to say you’re really pretty or I want you to lick my neck with your devilish tongue so that I could be compelled to you. Although the second option was too forward, too soon. I decided to type something else.

Me: my friends told me about this website, idk why. i think it’s because they think i’m pretty lonely, plus it’s also fun. as they said.

NatsRomanoff: Hahaha, that seems cute. I hope the people here doesn’t scare you off unless you’re only talking to one person.

Me: i only plan to talk to one person and hopefully that’s you

NatsRomanoff: You must be adorable, what’s your name?

Should I give her a piece of information about myself? Would it be risky enough to say my name and let her rattle all over me? Or would I not let her in and continue on with my basic life? Yes, basic. My life in the outside world isn’t as fun as it seems. I go to school, learn a few things, have my piano lessons, and come back home with a gaunt look on my face that wasn’t too inviting. Go on, tell her! My head won’t stop telling me to do so, my fingers are on the keyboard as I try to think of any other names that I would use.

Me: Y/N. you?

NatsRomanoff: Pretty name :) Natasha, even though you can see that in my bio.

Me: sorry. i was trying to be formal lol

NatsRomanoff: What’s your sexuality? I don’t want to assume that you’re a girl or a boy, or neither.

Me: i’m a girl!

NatsRomanoff: Cute :) so can I call you a pretty girl then?

I try my hardest not to form a smile or a significant sparkling feeling inside of me as I know that I could fall for someone on the internet in less than a month. But heck, I blushed hard.

Me: yes, why not haha

NatsRomanoff: :)) how old are you, pretty girl?

Me: I’m nineteen, almost twenty in two months!

NatsRomanoff: That’s cute, really adorable I’m gonna be honest. You don’t mind talking to someone older, yeah?

I put my laptop away for a short minute and thought long and hard about our age difference. We were seventeen years apart, she’s almost two decades older than me and I have this sort of romanticization of being with older people. They bring so much comfort to you that you ought to believe that they will always protect you and be more mature than you are, so that’s probably the reason why I love being in that type of situation in the first place. Though, I could never be in one. My parents would kill me.

But they aren’t here, so…

Me: not at all. :)

NatsRomanoff: I’d ask if you could send me a photo of you, but you can’t do that here.

Me: Well, when do you get out of prison?

NatsRomanoff: Two years, pretty girl. Why? Care to visit a poor old woman like me? :)

Me: aren’t we friends?

NatsRomanoff: Of course, we are. I’d like to see you someday, hoping you wouldn’t run off.

Me: why would you say that? lol

NatsRomanoff: Aren’t you scared that I’m some old woman who is a prisoner? You don’t know my crimes.

Me: do you want to tell them to me?

NatsRomanoff: I’d keep it a secret for now :) but, I’d like to see you someday. Anyway, I have to go. Can I talk to you again tomorrow? Pretty girl? :(

The real deal question was: why wasn’t I scared? Why was I willing enough to give myself to a prisoner? I wouldn’t know what she has done, I wouldn’t know anything about her. But she seemed so kind enough that she doesn’t give me the peevish and creepy vibes that I’d always feel when it comes to other people–especially her age. I bit my inner cheek and thought about what to type with her calling me a pretty girl. Referring to me as one even though I hardly believe in such a name like that.

Me: of course, tasha! goodnight :)

NatsRomanoff: Goodnight, pretty girl.

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The next few days went pretty smoothly and ambling. It felt like I was in this word heaven as I called it whenever I would be talking to Natasha. Perhaps paradise would be a fitting term for our messages. My friends knew about Natasha, they even told me to flirt a little. But I gave them a hint that I wasn’t ready for anything like that, knowing what they were trying to tell me. Natasha knew a few facts about me that I told her a few days ago. And she gave me small pieces of information about her too, which made me admire her more. Before she got arrested, she was working at a bar and would spend her quality time at the library, telling me that she had a spot that is now taken by everyone else. I told her that I also like reading and that’s how we mostly connect; we send each other book recommendations. Apparently, she likes The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, she said the book reminded me of her–even though that was a little confusing on why. I told her about the book called The Price of Salt because of my age difference with Natasha. She said she had read that one, and we both laughed about it.

NatsRomanoff: You seem like such a smart girl for your age :) What school are you going to?

I read her message, again and again, thinking if I should tell her what school I’m attending. My friends told me not to give any information that would lead to my address, but it’s Natasha, right? She wouldn’t hurt me, even though I’d only known her for five days. Plus, she constantly reminds me that I don’t have to say anything that would offend me.

Me: columbia University, i have a scholarship. :)

NatsRomanoff: You must be academically inclined then :) Love smart girls like you.

Me: lol what does that mean?

NatsRomanoff: I’m sure you know what I’m trying to say.

No, I don’t know what she’s trying to imply–does that make me feel stupid?

Me: anyway, i have to do some reading before i go to bed :(

NatsRomanoff: Aw, come on :( I want to talk to you some more, stay here baby.

I almost threw my laptop in the air as I read that word. Baby, I thought with a whimsical smile on my face. She’s getting into me. I imagine her being in my bed right at this moment, her hand on my knee as she tells me so many stories about herself before her life in prison. Touch me, Natasha. Put your hand on my core, massage it and tell me how much I can be yours. Whisper into my ear and tell me that I’m the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen, that you have to eat. That lewd thought quickly went away when I received another message from her.

NatsRomanoff: Can I call you baby?

Me: of course, you can.

NatsRomanoff: Good. I love us being friends, I haven’t talked to anyone like this in such a long time. I understand if you’re tired, I’ll message you soon. Goodnight, baby girl :)

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Days have turned into weeks, weeks have turned into months, and I’ve caught myself falling in love with Natasha Romanoff, not knowing her criminal record or her basic life. Just a small fact about herself that she rarely tells me since she stated that she’s more interested in my life than hers. I didn’t mind, it’s not like I could ask her again, but it did get me wondering why on earth she wasn’t telling me in the first place?

I was lying down on my couch with a book sprawled all over my face, just like how I’d be in bed whenever I think about Natasha. We’ve said some dirty text to each other, but not in a way that we tell our fantasies to one another. I like to imagine a lot, it’s like I make them into my own little world and I drag her through it–let her know what I like and don’t like. I’ve never told anyone about my fantasy, nor hers. I guess we were practically the same people.

NatsRomanoff: I have something to tell you, but promise you won’t freak out.

Why would I freak out? Is she going to say something intense that would scare me off? There’s nothing that could scare me off when it’s only from her, or maybe that’s how submissive and giving I am.

Me: shoot.

NatsRomanoff: I have this fantasy of breaking into your house and watching you sleep. If not asleep, then you’d be standing there with a frightened look on your face. I would touch you without your consent and quiet you down since you’re a bad kitty. Is it okay if I say I want to touch you without your permission? How about if I slip my fingers inside of you without your permission? Would you still allow me? Just tell me to back off, I obviously won’t do anything if you say no. Think of it as a kink.

I felt myself beginning to get wet as I read through the whole message from her. She makes my body tremble with the need for her touch, how much I crave for her fingers or her tongue to lather up all over my skin. My face began to heat up like a kettle, my toes were curling against the sheets, and my hands were sweating as well as my forehead. I wanted what she wanted, I fantasized about it long before she did. Unless she has done it first, I wouldn’t really care. The fact that we share the same thought probably meant how much we are connected. I typed fast and sent it, moaning quietly with the raging thought of her breaking into my house with a threatening look on her face.

Me: that’s really hot, tash…

NatsRomanoff: Do you want that to happen, little girl?

Call me that again, call me your little girl, Natasha. I promise that I can be good to you, I’ll suck your thumb for you and kiss your neck, I’ll let you open me up and take me until I’m bursting into tears, you only know how to make my world shatter. You know.

Me: yes.

NatsRomanoff: Call me Daddy, baby.

Me: Daddy.

NatsRomanoff: You love Daddy?

Me: yes.

NatsRomanoff: I have a strap-on in my cell, did you know that? Before you, I’d fuck girls with it. And now whenever I see that toy, I just want to use it on you so badly. I bet your pussy is tight, are you a virgin?

To her disappointment, I wasn’t. I’ve had sex with a girl twice, but it wasn’t as good as I thought it would be. Losing your virginity should be special, and it wasn’t. As much as I want to say it felt nice, it’s not as good as I thought it would be. Or maybe, I was expecting an older person willing to take me instead. Could that be Natasha when she comes out in two years? I can’t wait any longer, I could feel my legs opening up for her.

Me: i’ve had sex before :( is that okay with you?

NatsRomanoff: That’s okay baby. I’m a little disappointed that you’ve had sex, but it’s alright. Promise me no one else will touch your pussy except me. Promise me.

Me: i promise.

NatsRomanoff: I love you, little girl. Can’t wait to see you.

That was her final message before she went offline, and it made my eyes quirk in confusion. Can’t wait to see you. Was there a possible chance that she escaped from prison and broke into my home, fulfilling our fantasies of one another? Couldn’t be true, she wouldn’t do such a thing.

I decided to close my laptop and turned off my lamp, my body shifting against the mattress while I had my legs pressed hard against each other–shamefully trying to get some friction that would make me think of her lewdly once more as my nipples started to perk with the chill thought.

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I tried texting Natasha over and over again for a whole week, but she never responded. It took me time to realize that maybe she has met someone else who was willing to give themselves to her, to be much more open when it comes to sex. Was it because I was not a virgin? Did she shame me for that? Or maybe, just maybe, she has escaped prison and is finding my location?

Stupid, stupid thoughts. She wouldn’t know my location, but I’ve given her a hint now since I went to Columbia University. It’s not that I was frightened, maybe a little, but it was because I don’t know anything much about her that she’s capable enough to hurt me.

I tried surpassing the thought and went back home soundly with my keys jangling on my bag, it was attached to the metal zipper. Except that, the door was unlocked, which gave me a thought of someone breaking in. Could it be Natasha? Was she fulfilling the fantasies that we’ve created together? I shook my head and walked to the apartment–getting a different feeling from the atmosphere. Everything seemed normal, perhaps I might’ve forgotten to lock my home. I dropped my schoolbag on the ground and removed my jacket, the hair on my skin getting sensitive because of the cold mystic air from the outside of my window. I turned around and almost stumbled on the couch when suddenly I saw a figure who was standing in front of me, I didn’t know who it was.

“What the fuck?!” I exclaimed, stepping away from the redhead woman–who’s honestly very daunting–as I tried to find a piece of glass or any object that would be my self-defense. Instead, she gives me an evil smirk and wraps her free arm around my neck, pulling me close to her until I realize who this person was.

This was, in fact, Natasha Romanoff. She has escaped prison.

I didn’t even give her my address.

“Shh,” she coos over and over again, cupping my face tightly. I do admit I was trying to free myself from her, but she was so strong. “You’re so beautiful in real life, and so tiny. C’mere, don’t be scared. It’s me, Natasha, why are you trying to fret me?”

“L-Let me go!” I said, kicking off my feet.

“Shh, stop baby stop…”

“No!” I screamed kicking my feet again, my hands trying to push her chest. But God forbid, she was undeniably strong. Her arms were wrapped around my torso like it was a life sentence, I kept screaming until I felt her hand smack against my left cheek–making me whimper aloud.

“If you scream again,” she breathes heavily and nips on my earlobe so that I could feel her warm breath–my core is beginning to pool with wetness. “I will cut your tongue out. You better stay fucking quiet.”

She never let go of my body and instead, kissed me hard on the lips. It felt consensual since I let her do it, and I almost melted from the kiss that I wasn’t expecting from her. Her mouth felt warm and cooled my lips, and I realized how we were both famished for our lips to touch. I never thought about it happening this way, though it felt romantic and incredibly arousing as she kisses my lips hard and passionate. I was desperate for her not to pull away, but she did with a pant.

“Gonna fulfill that fantasy we both wanted,” she whispers with a low grunt, pushing me to the couch while unbuckling her belt. “I have my fat cock with me, and I know how much you’re going to like it. So better yet open your legs and show me that pretty pussy of yours.”

I did not waste time removing my pants and snapping my legs together as the air hit my wet cunt. She sees the action and furrows her eyebrows, her hands in between my knees as she pushes them away, departing if you have a deeper term. Her eyes were so dark that you couldn’t see much green in them and her mouth was foaming when my bare cunt was shown, my clit beating hard.

“Gonna give yourself to me, m’kay? Gonna fucking ruin this hole until you’re mine. In fact, I’ll have to hurt you if you disobey me. Might as well break your legs so that you could never run off from me, understood?”

“But–”

A sharp slap made contact with my inner thigh as I gasped out in pain, mostly pleasure. She watches my lips being bitten by me and almost wanted her dildo pressed against my mouth, slithering herself in until she fucks my mouth as if it was the gaping hole of my vagina. I was ready–so ready–to submit myself to her, to make her smack me until I bled. I wanted her to do everything she wanted, let alone if she had to take me in the ass. I stare at her and notice how hungry she was for my pussy, please just fuck me.

She pulls down her pants and I see a dark purple dildo that looked insanely big for my preferred size. I looked at her with horror but she was smiling down at me, meaningless to say I have no way out. She brings the tip to my entrance and thrusts inside of me with one go, my mouth screaming in pain and pleasure. In an instant, my hand was around her neck and I felt her mouth kissing mine again–though this one was a sloppier one.

“Fuck,” she murmurs more to herself, enjoying the sight of her cock fully inside of my cunt. “Look at you, taking a prisoner’s dick. Ya like that, don’t you baby? Want me to fuck you on this couch?”

I nodded.

She snaps her hips into me, making the couch squeak with how forceful it was. I was moaning with each thrust, my chest burning up at how fast the pace was going–I couldn’t take it, she was so big. Yet, I didn’t care. I wanted her to do this to me, I wanted her to take me until I’ve become such a slut for her that everyone would know who I belonged to. She buries her face into the crook of my neck as I hear her let out a whiny moan.

“Oh, baby! Mmph, you fucking feel so good…” she pushes my hair away from my face to take a better look at me, and she chuckles. Fucking chuckles. “You are a slut, aren’t you? Tell me you’re my whore baby, come on–tell Daddy.”

“I-I’m–” my breath hitches as I felt my breasts bouncing up and down with the speed of her shallow thrusts. I’ve grown wetter than I imagined. “I’m your whore, Daddy…”

“Daddy is crazy ‘bout you,” she sniffs into my neck heavily that I practically heard it. “Gonna make this pussy mine. I’ll make sure of it.”

this was insanely hot for me i’m sorry

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cookiesupplier · 6 months

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Hell Ain't So Bad - Part One

pairing: Noah Sebastian x ofc (Ellie)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, smut (eventually), angst, fluff, mentions of death, mentions of torture, thoughts of religious ideology, and swearing. – potential more to be added at stories progression

summary: Ellie is lost in the world, homeless and has been out of the world for so long in her mind she has no idea what to do and nowhere to go.. When the perfect opportunity falls into her lap, she doesn’t want to pass it up.. Turns out though, it might be a little bit stranger than she ever expected. Who would have thought that one day, she’d end up working in hell itself.. And what does this even mean?

author’s note: This first part was originally written as Reader/first person, but re-edited as Ellie/third person as its what's I'm used do if I missed anything please, feel free to let me know. Unbetaed, readers beware..

Warning, this is a slow burn... I scream at my computer with slow burns... so how well I will handle my own slow burn I have absolutely no idea... lol but as per my notes... I can't even promise Ellie will even meet Noah for um. a. few. parts. Don't lynch me.

ALL COMMENTS ARE WELCOME. (my replies are broken I will reply via reblog to yours)

tags: Tags are open if anyone is interested.

The day Ellie sold her guitar was the beginning of the end. It had been all going down hill for a long time. Ellie knew, of course, she knew. The whole world knew it to be honest, it isn’t just her that was struggling but she had dropped out of college and had been picking up work wherever she could find it just to get by and pay rent. Ellie had even tried Only Fans, but not even taking off her clothes and videoing herself for strangers on the internet had gotten her the money she needed to keep her from the predicament that she was in now. Not being able to even pay her monthly phone bill had put a stop to uploading the videos and images to continuing getting money from Only Fans for the bill, she had tried to get around it, but trying to access the free wifi at the library had been nixed the moment the librarian saw exactly what she was doing.

Boy had Ellie been banned there so fast anyone would think steam was about to come out of the librarian’s ears.

She didn’t blame her for that, but a girl had to eat, and eventually, when she stopped uploading the little content she had managed to get to her account, the money that she had had coming in from her subscribers, had dried up very quickly, and then she had nothing to even scrounge for the slightest morsel of food. Ellie hadn’t eaten a decent meal in what felt like…

Screw what felt like. She hasn't had even a scrap of food that hasn’t been begged, stolen, or fished out of the garbage in weeks.

Months since it was anything but dollar packs of noodles. Dry unless Jake let her borrow his camp stove to cook them.. She always shared if he did. He brought the kettle camp stove, and she bought the noodles and they ate huddled under the overpass, pretending they weren’t homeless, down on their luck, beggars.. Bound to get chased away, or worse, the next time a cop patrol came riding by. Jake was a good egg though, he could get into a shelter so much easier than her, but he never went, always saying there was too much noise, too many people. He was a veteran with PTSD, he’d lost the lower half of one of his right leg last time he was on active duty, and she was always willing to listen to the story, even if she heard it every time they shared a pack of noodles.

It had been a few days.

The overpass.

Ellie wished she could say that actually sleeping here was a new development, but it had been where she had been calling home for some weeks now. There used to be a tent city in the park for so many like her, but then the council had decided that was an unlawful assembly and chased them out. Sadly in that chaos, Ellie had lost the, admittedly flimsy, tent covering that had kept her at the very least dry of the night. That had been a few weeks back. Now, the overpass was usually where she spent her nights.

If she was lucky.

That’s right, if she was lucky.

If she wasn’t, she would go out and look to find a park bench. The other option was possibly huddled up somewhere random in a shop stoop and praying to whatever deity out there, if there was any at all, and hoped that it didn’t rain, and she woke up before the shop owners got in and chased her away the next morning.

Not that it really mattered. She could never get properly warm anyway, despite the fact Ellie was wearing literally every layer of clothes that she hadn’t sold. She just couldn’t stay warm, and that cough she’d had for weeks now just didn’t want to go away. If she couldn’t afford a place to live, it wasn’t like she could afford the treatment the doctors said she needed. The free clinic was pointless. No, sorry, that was horrible of her to even think. No it wasn’t, It had a point, but so far the drugs they’d given her only seemed to help much for a short period of time, but at least they did help, for a little bit. Still, the cough was relentless, it always came back despite the fact she always tried to do what they told her. She tried everything she could to stay as dry, and as warm as she could. Unfortunately every time it came back, and it made sleeping extremely difficult when every night she woke up feeling like she was trying to cough up her lungs from her chest, barely able to breath. It felt like something was sitting on her chest.

Today, Ellie seemed to have dozed off mid afternoon, she didn’t remember doing it, but she must have with the way she awoke with a start this afternoon. She hadn’t even realized that she’d drifted off, damn she was so tired, it happened when her coughing got so bad that she couldn’t manage to sleep more than tiny cat naps.. Probably about time to go back to the free clinic and see if they could give her some more meds and get just a little bit of relief, even if it was only for another short time, anything was better than nothing.

Waking up coughing, she raised a gloved hand to her mouth.

It was instinct.

Who didn’t cover their mouth when they coughed?

However, the pressure in her chest, the ache, the pain in her throat, then the drops of blood that she spots on her fingers when she struggles to pull a breath in and drop her hand from her mouth as the coughing eases slightly.. And her stomach drops.

Fuck.

That isn’t good.

Definitely free clinic time.

“Hey, you okay?”

Looking up from her hand, Ellie’s fingers closing in a fist quick as she swallows looking to the frankly clean, neat, man with bright eyes, a kind smile, more than a few tattoos, blonde short hair and is squatting down to her level,

“Ye-”

Ellie’s voice was rough, her throat feeling like a cheese grater from the coughing, but clearing her throat a little bit gently she continued,

“Yea, just really tired, I’m probably just getting a cold.”

Liar. Bold faced liar. She sees the man smile a little more, glad he accepts the white lie. Least she hopes he does anyway.

“Best get you to the clinic then.. Here, have a sandwich until then, fill that belly, and when you go, maybe check this place out too, it’s right across the street, I have a buddy over there, I think he could help you. Ask for Nicholas. He’s one of the nicer ones, I promise.”

That smile was winning as he stood up and walked the way he came. Ellie saw it then, the truck he was walking towards, he came from a homeless shelter.

She didn’t recognize the name though, that was weird. Looking at the card, the writing was fuzzy, like her eyes weren’t working properly for a second, and, and then the words formed. Oh, there it went. Huh. It was an unemployment agency. That’s funny, she thought she’d been to every single one in the city, she didn’t recognize this one either. That was really strange, he wasn’t acting like he was new to the area. New people had this way about them, she'd noticed, very buddy buddy, trying to be everyone's best friend. Now this guy, yes he’d been nice, but then he’d left her with the sandwich, holding the card in her hand, slightly blood smeared from her fingers, and then gone back about his work.. Like he was an old hand at this.

Looking down at the card, Ellie sighed. Nicholas.

Well, she obviously needed to go to the clinic anyway right. Even if she had a strange feeling about it, Ellie tucked the card into her ratty jeans pocket and opened up the sandwich. She’d only eat half now and save the other half for tomorrow, for before she’d go and see if she could get in at the clinic.

Ellie had been waiting hours to get in at the clinic.

Just her luck. There were too many people and she had already this morning been waiting there for so long that she knew she would end up sleeping on the front stoop if she continued on trying to wait to see a doctor. No matter how many times she tried to get the nurses attention, there was always someone who was yelling louder than her, and not even when she had another coughing fit did that get her attention..

It was late afternoon by the time that Ellie was finally taking a time out from the chaos and a short break to get some fresh air by the door, just trying to breathe, that you spotted the friendly man from the day before.. Waving at you from the building across the road.. That was where he’d said the agency was, across the road.

He was waving her over.

Glancing back into the clinic, she’d be waiting here for hours still and she knew it, and she wasn't even sure the nurse had ever put her name on the list of patients despite already being here, for hours already. Signing in this morning had been the strangest thing, she’d set the intake form down, and yet, nothing.

Walking across the street towards the guy, he was still smiling..

“I was wondering when you’d arrive.”

So, he was that sure she’d come, strange. Swallowing, her throat hurt so much from all the coughing, but she didn’t want to complain, not if she could get a job, any job right now would be better than nothing.

“Come on in, I’m Steven by the way, let’s find Nick, he’s the guy for you, I know it.”

Ellie followed him, she felt obliged to this time, not sure why, like she was being tugged along. The building wasn’t anything strange, just an office building.

“Ah, here we go, right though here.. Nicholas Ruffilo. He'll be able to help you.”

Well, here goes nothing. What did she have to lose right?

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

#bad omens #fanfiction #bad omens cult #bad omens band #original character #original female character #noah sebastian #nicholas ruffilo #bad omens au #angst #homelessness

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deusvervewrites · 11 months

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You are being put on a pedestal.

Do not resist.

Mm. I think I will resist, actually.

This isn’t the first time I’ve seen a comment like this on my blog. As a matter of fact that last one was on a post I reblogged about the anxiety and dread that comes with unrealistic expectations of being placed on a pedestal.

I’m sure you think that it’s flattering to hoist up a creator high above the ground and crane your neck to see them, but as the creator you’re currently lifting into the air, the only thing I can see is the ground.

There’s a post I’ve seen around, which posits that putting a creator on a pedestal is dehumanizing, and it is.

I am not your friend.

I’m a stranger on the internet who happens to write things you enjoy.

I am a human being.

I can, have, and will hurt other people. That is what happens when you interact with other people. There is no way around it. And what may be helpful to some people will hurt others. There is no way around that, either.

A pedestal is not a position of privilege, it is not an honor. It is a burden. It is the crushing weight of expectation. It is the knowledge that at any moment, people may decide your ability is greater than it is, and wonder why you cannot measure up to the you they invented in their heads. It’s looking at a chapter you’ve poured your heart and soul into and thinking, “This will never be good enough.” It is knowing that making a mistake is no longer allowed. That any mistake you make can and will come back to haunt you, dragged up from the depths of the internet where everything lives forever.

I have seen creators who were constantly badgered by their pedestals until they deleted fics so people would stop asking about them.

I have seen creators who were crushed by their pedestals and stopped writing altogether.

You know, I’ve been drawing for a hell of a lot longer than I’ve been writing, and like literally everyone ever who drew as a child, I had people tell me how good I was and how they wished they were as good as me, or wanted to know how I got so good, and the answer is that I drew a lot more than they did. I read books about drawing. I looked at stuff online eventually.

And, like everyone ever who drew as a child, when asked those questions, when I answered honestly, the people who wished to be as good as I was all lost interest. I wasn’t even that good, looking back, on account of being, you know, a child.

And yet they put me on a pedestal anyway. A pedestal so tall that they believed themselves unworthy of a hobby. How many wonderful, beautiful ideas never came to be because of that damned pedestal?

I’d rather look at a thousand poorly-composed and shoddily drawn pictures than anything made by an AI. I’d rather watch people learn and grow and improve and share their ideas with the world.

The pedestal is not an honor.

It’s a wall.

A weight.

A burden.

A fall.

A thousand tragedies wrapped together in the illusion of a compliment.

So I’ve chosen to say no. I will not be placed on a pedestal.

I engaged in the divine act of creation, but I am no God.

I am a human being.

I will resist.

#asks

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burning-sol · 4 months

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I typed a big rant but I realised that the one thing I just wanna say REALLY loudly is FUCK DOCUMENTARIES ON PEOPLE!! All my homies hate documentaries on people!! Oh? What's that? Another youtube video documenting the life of a stranger on the internet? STOP WATCHING THEM. They are bad 98% of the time and most statistics I exaggerate but I genuinely think documentaries on people suck.

As I was typing I eventually came upon the line that was really what grinded my gears the most, and it's this.

A documentary's voiceover is doomed to drown out the voice of the person described.

And never have I ever been so sure of something than I am this point.

Documentaries have to act like stories in order to convey their meaning, but people's lives defy the structure of neat stories. You're doomed to drown out the person because they will never get the last word in on their documentary.. But you can't cut out all the time in between the most important parts of my life because that's still me!! You can't pick out what's the most interesting things about me, why do you get to decide? If this is meant to be about the person, why are you making it about a story you want to tell?? Why are YOU the authority on what a person is meant to be, when being a person is just about.. Existing?

You know what actually tells me lot about a person? Their art. THEIR art, not anybody telling me what their art means, but when I engage with their art and what they chose to share and you just.. See them. You can tell me a thousand bits of trivia about someone but nothing will have me feel as close to them as when they bare their soul and I reach out to meet them.

I don't think documentaries surrounding people is bad, but making videos on people when you do not have the sheer amount of sensitivity and taste to be able to put parts of them into words will always grind my fucking gears. I need to stop clicking on those videos like seriously because they're always bad but I keep trying to give them the benefit of the doubt but no, they're ALWAYS bad.

#📚 my posts #📌 thoughts

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Elon Musk is no stranger to court proceedings, but you wouldn’t know that reading this deposition that was released Monday. Musk was deposed in a lawsuit over the Tesla CEO falsely tweeting that a college kid from a different state was secretly a federal agent sent to disguise himself as a neo-Nazi and start a fight with the Proud Boys to make conservatives look bad.

As Rolling Stone reports, the case in question involves a 22-year-old Jewish man named Ben Brody. Back in June, a group of Proud Boy thugs got into a fight with members of the neo-Nazi group, the Rose City Nationalists at Oregon City’s first Pride Night Fest, which they showed up to terrorize. People were able to begin matching names to faces using images posted online. In an attempt to paint the brawl as a “false flag” orchestrated by a federal agency, conservative accounts began to falsely claim that Brody was one of the participants.

Brody wasn’t even in Oregon at the time of the brawl, but that didn’t stop right-wing accounts from claiming he was a federal agent and sharing his personal information. Musk replied to one tweet, saying, “Always remove their masks,” and later replied to a separate post saying, “Looks like one is a college student (who wants to join the govt) and another is maybe an Antifa member, but nonetheless a probable false flag situation.”

That second reply had more than a million views, and ultimately, the harassment became so serious that Brody and his family had to flee their home. He filed suit in October, and despite Musk’s lawyer’s attempts to keep the deposition confidential, the court released it to the public on Monday. And while Musk continually falling for right-wing conspiracy theories is kind of old news at this point, he somehow managed to make himself look even worse during the deposition.

Musk essentially admitted to everything Brody alleged in his lawsuit, including that he never looked for more information and got everything he thought he knew from those Twitter posts. When asked about whether or not he had looked at the account he replied to in order to see their other tweets, Musk said, “I wasn’t trying to assess their credibility.” He also claimed that he had “a limited understanding” of “what the lawsuit is about” and accused Brody’s lawyer of secretly being the one actually suing him to “[get] a lot of money.”

Musk also attempted to avoid taking accountability for not vetting the accounts he interacts with, saying that “if you’re suggesting that in order to reply to anyone, you have to scroll through all their posts, that would make it impossible to use the system.” He did however eventually say, “I’m guilty of many self-inflicted wounds.”

Other comments should definitely have investors concerned, including Musk saying, “I may have done more to financially impair the company than to help it. I do not guide my posts by what is financially beneficial but what I believe is interesting or important or entertaining to the public.” Nothing says “great investment” quite like the owner of a company admitting he’s hurting that company’s finances.

In an unexpected twist, Musk also admitted that he was behind an account with the handle @Ermnmusk that he used to role-play as his three-year-old son, posting things such as, “I wish I was old enough to go to nightclubs. They sound so fun,” and, “Do you like Japanese girls?” Why a billionaire wanted to pretend to be a child on the internet, we can’t say, but it’s definitely creepy and weird. Then again, this is Elon Musk we’re talking about, so creepy and weird kind of come with the territory.

Musk also admitted to having a second burner account that appears to have been misrecorded in the transcript as “baby smoke 9,000" but is most likely @babysmurf9000. That one wasn’t as creepy and weird as the one where he pretended to be a toddler, but he did use it to call Mark Cuban an idiot, so there is that.

He also claimed that he had no idea that Brody had requested he retract his “false flag” posts and that despite millions of followers seeing his posts, he doesn’t agree that Brody “has been meaningfully harmed by this.” According to Musk, it’s “rare” for incidents like this one to have “a meaningful negative impact” on the victims.

Great guy, that Elon Musk. Truly our best and brightest.

#x corp #spacex #tesla #twitter #xitter #linda yaccarino #elon musk

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infprambling · 2 months

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Not sure why I made this. Don't know if I would bother to keep up with it. But maybe I need something kind of low key to calm myself down from some nightmare anxiety.

My brain is usually on reflection mode. That or hot potating around a bunch of creative ideas. I find mbti somewhat interesting (silly fun with some of the silly stuff from its community), and what people say about INFPs as a way to reflect upon myself. (cognitive functions over stereotype traits though) Everyone is different, even if you're under the same type with another. The differences could be in the small details of how a type might have, say, share a stereotype trait but the circumstances surrounding it, thought process, etc, could be quite different from most who are of that type. So on here, I guess I'll be rambling about how I do relate and don't relate to some infp stereotypes that I often see on the internet. Maybe someone can relate to how I think in certain ways.

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procrastination:

So I read how people talk about INFPs push so many things aside until the last minute. Some INFPs being very self depreciating about it.

For me, I do not have a hard time jumping into doing something that's really important to me or related to my passion. Usually (moreso in the past), I can even find it very difficult to stop. But the procrastination issue for me, comes from perfectionism (which I'm slowly trying to stop that) or more of how it is now; knowing how to do/understand a certain thing better than before. Which makes me want to fix it. (some of these are legit fixes) Sometimes getting overwhelmed. (Especially wanting to really complete it by a certain date) Which this leads to a burnout eventually occurring. And I can't quite find help for it/how to resolve it. I would still often push myself to do just a little part of it though. But I don't think that's quite healthy.

Then also... I tend to research a lot. Which I'm also working on, to not go overboard with it. Too much, I want to understand too much things. Especially maybe all at once. Which again can be overwhelming then... possibly burning out. On the other end, there are times when I feel very confused on what I specifically want, or just feeling lost overall. I would try my best to work it through but it can take time.

If the thing I got to do is important but a bit anxiety inducing, I will do fine, but yes, I won't start right away. To try to sum up why it's anxiety inducing, it's the judgement (moreso from family, rather than from strangers. In the past, it would include all), having lack of privacy, lack of understanding on what's to happen (so I feel underprepared, and with no one wanting to tell me/unclear about things, I feel greater stress to figure it out myself. This part isn't so bad anymore though), myself usually and naturally absorbing the stress/anxiety of others, and having my autonomy taken away. I don't know, but I think there are people who think INFPs might probably be happy to let others take care things for them? But that's definitely not the case for me. Just don't suddenly dump it all and a bunch of things at once on me.

As mentioned, it's still fine, because I do set steps and when I should do them. Including making a good guess on how much added extra time should I tack onto that. Yes, it's a guess but never had a problem before.... excluding if I constantly get asked about it. (like almost every other hour, everyday) This somehow makes me subconsciously push the task away. But even then, I'm actually pretty good with completing it on time. Just have to feel it's important and feel like there's no other way to do it.

I would like to do many things right away, but I also know how my stress effects how well I do something. (And the usual person who keeps asking, I definitely have noticed how they rush things. Leading to mistakes. Then having to need more time, getting more stress to try to fix the mistakes.)

Some of my mistakes could be ok actually, like it could still work in overall purpose of it, or it's not that bad. But it's just my mind sometimes thinking I messed up because I didn't follow a certain overall plan or, I guess, ideal.

(Doing something for someone else, or getting something for them. I don't have a problem with doing that in a timely fashion (even sometimes doing it super in advance), if it doesn't involve trampling on my values like certain lies, then constantly pressuring me to do the thing too. Or now, it's for someone who don't/barely care about me. Also, if someone else isn't trying to prevent or make it hard for me to do whatever it is. I can fight it but well, it gets super tiring.)

#mbti #infp #infp thoughts #journal #my journal #infp life #infp personality #journaling

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trialbystory · 1 year

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On Guilty Pleasure

Been a while since I've done a,, navel-gazing kind of post, so here's a brief, meandering, possibly pointless look at my relationship/history with the concept of "Things you like that you're hesitant to tell other people about".

So for me, I was pretty much unashamed of what I was into until I hit Grade 6 in school. Before that point I went to a small, close-knit school where everyone in the same year was more or less friends. But in Grade 6 we moved to a new building, taking in kids from a bunch of different elementary/primary schools and things became kind of... fractionated, cliqueish. Suddenly I was ostracized, not just by the strangers but by my best friends as well. Why? Because I didn't like football. Or South Park. Because when we were told to do independent reading, I had the audacity to actually read. Because I enjoyed Digimon. And videogames that didn't say "EA Sports" on the back of the case. It sucked, and I stopped mentioning the stuff I was into because of that kind of social sense of shame. But hey, happy ending, near the end of the school year I finally fell in with other kids who were also into the nerdy shit. I still talk to most of them even now. But there was still stuff that was too nerdy even for them. I could talk about anime and CCG's and Final Fantasy and sci-fi books with them, but they'd get a little... non committal when I talked about fanfiction. Which, I get, not for everyone, I just enjoy fanfics in private and don't talk about it, but unlike Grade 6 I still actually have friends, so that's nice. But it kind of set a precedent.

I started backing off of stuff that I was into and my friends weren't. Eventually I stopped reading fanfiction. I changed what music I listened to, none of it was forced, and it's not like I didn't actually enjoy the same stuff my friends were into, I just took the path of least resistance. Years of stuff like backpedaling on my enjoyment of Code Lyoko, or half-heartedly defending FFXIII when a friend called it irredeemable. Eventually I got over it. I matured, my friends matured, eventually they stopped feeling the need to judge the worthiness of every piece of media and I stopped tying up my own value in the approval of my friends over my own interests. When I got into pro wrestling after checking out a new podcast from Internet Funnypeople LoadingReadyRun, I hid it at first, then started slowly sneaking in jokes and references. When I admitted I was a wrestling fan now I hedged and justified and my friends...didn't care. Eventually I fell back into reading fanfiction and I started sharing funny moments from a Slyvanas/Jaina political marriage AU while we were playing WoW together, and they fully laughed along with me. The worst anyone said was that they didn't like Slyvanas as a character. Now I'm kind of over the idea of 'Guilty Pleasures,' I enjoy the things I enjoy, and I don't feel any guilt or shame over it, so I don't hide it. The closest I get is that some stuff just doesn't come up. For example, until FlashFictionMonth a couple years ago it was never really relevant that I have a particular fondness for sweet romance stories about queer women where one is a single parent (For the curious my infection vector on that one was First Time at a Second Chance by TheGreatWeissShark, It's great, but does contain some smut; I think you get warned about it when it comes up but I can't recall for sure, so just go in aware). Or more recently I've come to greatly enjoy stories about trans folks coming out (cracking their egg/hatching is a term I've seen used?) and getting love and support from either their family, friends, or even strangers; I find that kind of thing beautiful, but it's also the kind of thing that's not necessarily the kind of story that's mine to tell, you know? (Putting Myself Together by AmaraWolfe is where I first realized I had a pattern in regards to that kind of story)

Yeah this is another one of those rambling posts that doesn't have a point. I guess what I'm saying don't be afraid to like what you like? Or to talk about it with your friends, because even if they don't share your interest there's a strong chance they won't care. Or at least not for very long.

#introspection

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an-aspiring-jester · 2 years

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So, I had some fun with the questionnaire I’ve reblogged from @awesomebutunpractical and before I knew it I filled out the first one entirely XD. I don’t usually talk about my OCs here, so people won’t be interested, but @frustratedpker, I think you’re gonna enjoy it! XD It’s for Lucas, from my superheroes story. A perpeturally overworked genius inventor.

How do they react to…

---Someone in danger who isn’t hurt yet

"Look out!" *jumps in to help if he is able*

---Someone in pain/injured

"Alright, just breathe. It's gonna be okay. Let's get you to the hospital, alright?"

---School work load

"...It's time for an all-nighter, isn’t it?"

---Loss of a friend

"Just, ignore the pain. Come on, you can do this. Objectively, it's not the end of the world. It'll stop hurting eventually."

---Death of a family member

"Death is a natural part of life and there's no reason to dwell on it. (Can't afford to dwell on it) I gotta focus on the living people who depend on me now."

---New kids in school

"Okay, let's see what they're all about."

---Being the new kid

"Okay, figure out the social structure and worm my way into it!"

---Being picked on

Ignore it for a while, if they don't tire themselves off, fight back.

---Being praised/complimented

[All internal]

By semi-strangers: *side-eye* "Alright, what do you want from me?"

By authority figures, for a well-done job: "All of this is meaningless anyway."

By friends and family: "...What is this warm feeling inside?"

---Unintentional physical contact

That was accidental, therefore has no meaning, so no need to dwell on it. End of discussion.

---People who talk in excess

internally: “Huh, is this how other people see me? That’s a lot of talking. Fascinating. I guess I have to listen till they’re finished, it’s only fair. Then I’m gonna start talking. This conversation will last a lot longer than I anticipated.”

---Being at a club

"I'm bored. How much longer until I can slip out without being rude?"

---Getting in trouble at school

Looking the teacher dead in the eye: "What are you going to do, expel me?" He knows pretty well he wins them every possible competition, raising the statistics and bringing in money, he knows he won't get in trouble for breaking a few stupid rules.

---Getting roasted by a friend

Roast them right back.

---Types of humor besides their own

Roll his eyes. If with irritation or fondness, depends on who's making the joke.

---People of the opposite personality type

Okay, so I looked up old 16 personality test results I did for him some time ago, he's an ENTP, so I guess that the opposite would be ISFJ… which, coincidentally, is the result I got for Bridget, the love of his life! XD So, I'd say, he goes along with this type pretty well? XD

Honestly, he loves meeting new people, the more different from him the better, more reasons for a good debate! Problem is, not everyone shares his enthusiasm. XD

---Mainstream type people

"(sarcastic) Ahh, good to see the good old capitalism work as intended. (sincere) No, no, that's not your fault, this system is literally designed to appeal to you, nothing wrong with that!"

---Memes and internet humor

Doesn’t keep up with it, but he’s all for people having fun.

---People who are needlessly lazy

Annoy them into doing some work, probably.

---Being pulled into a fight

Story of his life. He grits his teeth and deals with it as quickly as possible, so he can get back to his business.

---Really early mornings

What’s the difference??? Seriously, his internal clock is all over the place.

---Having to be a mediator among friends

That’s just a typical Tuesday for him.

---Learning new flaws in other people

Adding it to the mental file on this person and adjust his expectations accordingly.

---Acquiring new physical flaws

“Sure, why shouldn’t my life be even harder, huh? Alright, let’s soldier on. I wonder what the tabloids are gonna write about that…”

---Moving into a new home

New home, new start. It's pretty exciting to arrange everything.

---Being ignored by a crush

Pouts. Just a little. Sees if it gets him anywhere. If not, he shrugs it off and moves on.

---Sharing a literal bed

He doesn’t have much use for a bed, but on the rare occasion someone actually manages to drag him into one, he's out like a light. No concern for who he might be sharing it with.

---Their own flaws and insecurities

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I have a problem with this. I’ll work on it. Promise…”

---People’s misconceptions of them

“Eh. What else did I expect? Do I bother correcting them, or just let it be?” (Usually lets it be)

---Their crush loving someone else

"Ouch. Uhm… sure. Alright. I guess it's for the better. I hope they're happy…"

---Someone who wants to debate

“ALRIGHT! Let’s get this party started!!!” (He loves debating. A LOT.)

---A crabby boss at work

Tests how cheeky he can get before getting called out on it.

---Control freaks in their life

Malicious compliance.

---People so open minded that they agree to everything

“What do you do when someone offers you opposing ideas? What’s your thought process there? Do you flip a coin? Asking for science.”

---Day and night changes

Literally couldn’t care less. Barley notices it.

---People who gossip

Ignores them. There's no sense fighting them.

---All nighter activities

What's the difference between day and night, again?

---Theme parks on location

"They're so tacky, I love them! Let's ride everything!"

---Couples making out publicly

“Do you think they’re being performative, trying to hide from the public eye and themselves that their relationship lacks any substance, or just genuinely so in love that the rest of the world ceases to exist and they can’t contain themselves? Discuss.”

---Going to the doctor

“Make it quick, please. I have important stuff to do, but my friends won’t let me leave without a checkup. Let’s get it over with.”

---Bad smells in the area

Probably investigate what's causing them and if anything can be done about it.

---Beginning a new project

So many thoughts at once. Constantly calculating every possible outcome. It takes him a second until he can actually focus on the first step.

---New technology item in the house

If it's his own - probably loses interest in it right after ensuring it works properly and moves on to the next toy. If it's someone else’s - research it thoroughly (maybe taking it apart too) making sure it's not a spying device. XD

---Being cut off from supplies

"Time to improvise!"

---New money to spend if they want

“Hey, I got money. Does anyone want something?”

---New students or neighbors

Be welcoming and friendly if he comes across them, but doesn't get out of his way to greet them.

---Friends doing something wrong

"Okay, I'm gonna stop you right here… WHAT THE HECK WERE YOU THINKING???!"

---Getting called out on their mistake

"Yes, I KNOW, but unless you have any brilliant ideas on how to fix it instantly, just let me work it out myself already, okay?!"

---Optimistic kind of people

"That’s the spirit! In case it all crashes and burns around you, at least you didn’t waste time being miserable before it happens! Good for you!"

---People who overwork themselves

*Knowing look from someone who also chronically overworks himself* “Just be sure to stop before you kill yourself, okay?” Anything short of that is fair game, if the goal is worth it.

---People with poor hygiene

Politely ignoring if it’s strangers, gentle nudging/teasing if it’s friends.

---Animals in general

Don’t bother them, so (hopefully) they won’t bother you.

---People who don’t trust anyone

“Fair, fair. Say, have you ever got takeout? Or used public transportation? I’m just wondering how far the ‘trust no-one’ rule stretches…”

---Long lectures or speeches

“You… You could literally compress it into a five-minute bullet point version. You realize no one is paying attention anymore, right? I know that stuff you’re saying is important, but it’s counterproductive if you put your audience to sleep first! At least throw in a few jokes…”

---Sleepover activities

"Alright, let's go have some harmless childish fun! You know, for science."

---Travelling for vacations

"I can still work remotely on my projects, right?"

---Board or card games

"I honestly haven't touched any of them in years. But sure, I'm willing to try!"

---Starting a new job

"Just tell me what you want from me and leave me alone."

---People missing limbs

"... Do you want me to build you a new prosthetic? Free of charge. Let's talk customization!"

---Being kissed unexpectedly

If it’s his fiancée: “NICE.”

If it’s anyone else: “I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I’m about to be married! Sorry, you’re out of luck here.”

---A sudden scream

*deep sigh* “What now?”

---The sight of fresh blood

"... That… Probably shouldn't be here. Alright, let's investigate."

---Public wardrobe malfunctions

Likely doesn't notice. If he does, he still marches on so confidently that no one dares to say anything.

---Sleeping in accidentally

"...How mad will Bridget be?" (Though honestly, if it means he actually got some sleep for a change, probably not much. She can handle some bad publicity in his name.)

---Friends of a bad influence

Doesn't play the goody-two-shoes but doesn’t compromize his firmer morals. Can probably be some good influence while still acting "cool".

---Pessimistic kind of people

“Hey, maybe it won’t be THAT bad! Maybe we can escape with some limbs intact! That’s something to look forward to!”

---People who hate a show they like

“Piss off, let me enjoy things in peace."

---Being told they’re not good enough

If it’s some jerk who they just met: *challenging* “Oh yeah? Pray tell, WHO is good enough in your eyes? I don’t see YOU working overly hard to get your job done…”

If it’s someone close to him: “…Okay.” *proceeds to silently bend over backwards to BECOME good enough, probably destroying himself in the process*

---People with mental disorders

Asking about what accomodations do they need and proceeds to stare down anyone who dares to say anything about it.

---Being turned down for an invite

“Yup, okay, no problem, some other time, then!” *I shouldn’t have asked so suddenly, of course they have other plans, everyone has their own life! Stupid of me to forget.*

---People who don’t take care of their bodies

"Look, I know I'm not the one to talk, but it really isn't healthy. You deserve to feel better than that."

---Being told a secret

He doesn’t have any dramatic reaction. Is silently glad to be trusted, but won't acknowledge it in any way. He probably just nods.

---People with very little impulse control

*Sighs and follows to do the damage control*

---People who can’t make a solid decision

"You know you have to decide eventually. I won't help you with it, so we're stuck here until you do." Slight guilt-tripping isn't below him.

---Intentional physical contact

"Oh, that's… nice. Yup, makes sense, people are social creatures, it's natural for them, and I'm probably a little touch-starved, now that I think about it. Yup, let's settle on 'that's nice'."

---People who complain

Complains about their complaining, even harder. Give them a taste of their own medicine.

---Being introduced to someone else

*Charming mode activated*

---Having something of theirs taken

"Are you going to give that back, or shall I start looking for a new one?"

---Not knowing what they are doing tomorrow

"Ahh, finally some free, unstructured time. I wonder who will try to bring about the end of the world tomorrow."

---Their plans going awry

“Time for plan B! Or to make a plan B on the spot. Whatever.”

---Various authority figures

Act compliant enough not to get caught, do what is right regardless.

---People who can’t take care of themselves

Subtly helping them until they do.

---Weather changes

“Oh, right. Weather exists. Probably should take that into account. I haven’t been outside in a long time.”

---People who wait for you to go to them

He's going to make them wait a LONG time. But he's gonna cave eventually.

---Competitive people

“Does this make you happy? This constant chase for glory? Meaningless victory after meaningless victory? It will never be fullfilling, you know. You'll never be fully satisfied."

---A very ladylike girl

“Okay, that’s an odd sight nowadays. I love it.”

---Being taken to the gym

“Sure, I guess. I’m not going to like it, but if it makes you happy. I’m not going to make a habit out of it, though. I don’t really see the point.”

---Really late nights

Time is meaningless anyway. Seriously, who cares for daylight?

---Having a room all to themselves

“More space to spread out my projects and working tools!”

---A true gentleman

“I want to study you so bad.”

---People who keep changing how they look

“It’s like having a little surprise every day! I look forward to seeing what else you come up with!”

---Being kicked out of a public place

“….That was funny.”

---Getting lost when they need to be somewhere

"... They're gonna wait for me. They will. Still, finding my way now would be MARVELOUS. What the heck went wrong?"

---Getting something unexpectedly free

"Uhm, thanks, but I don’t really need that? I can pay you, you know."

---Reading someone else’s journal

He's probably gonna mark spelling errors, automatically. And write coments on the margins.

---A friend who snaps at them

If he was being purposefully annoying: *winning smirk*

If he wasn’t: *taken aback* “Okaaay… I probably should back off now. Uhm, sorry about that? You wanna talk it out?”

---People who like a show they hate

“Everyone’s entitled to their opinion. Besides, it doesn’t really matter. Having arguments over this would be just petty.”

---Someone having a crush on them

He doesn’t alter his behavior much, it's not his problem after all, but he hates to lead anyone on so he tries to let them down gently, while still being friendly. He also doesn’t want to embarass anybody.

---Not knowing where to go next

Choosing the direction at random and finding out.

---Super mega health nuts

“I plan to get killed before any of my organs get out of warranty anyway, so I see no reason to obsess over health too much. Just remember, you can always get run over by a bus!”

---Technology geeks

“I mean, you keep me in the business, but try not to get too dependent on it, okay?”

(It’s too late, isn’t it?)

---Culture-minded culture-focused people

Admires their dedication.

---Nature enthusiasts

Doesn't truly share it, but whatever suits them.

---Being given a gift they can’t use

Probably laugh about it.

---Being blamed for a friend’s misdeed

Honestly a pretty regular occurrence. If it caughts him unawares internally he's like "*sigh* [name], what did you do this time?" and fishes for info so he can play along accordingly. But often he just straight up takes the blame, knowing that he can usually get away with more due to his privileges.

---Being snubbed by someone they look up to

After a whole childhood of getting snubbed by his own parents, he tries not to let it bother him too much. Just keeps doing his job. And he generally tries to avoid putting people on the pedestals in the first place.

---Being put on the spot to give an answer

He either knows it, or bluffs convincingly enough. No problem.

---Talking in front of a large group

Again, typical Tuesday. He’s a natural.

---Being left out of an activity

"Alright, that's no problem. I have work to do anyway. You guys have fun without me."

---Animal enthusiasts

“Okaaaay… That’s cute. I don’t really see the appeal, but that’s cute. Happy for you.”

---People with physical disorders

Basically treats them like everyone else. Offers asistance when specifically asked to.

---History enthusiasts

"You're like a walking encyclopedia, and I want to learn from you! Honestly, infodump more, that's really interesting!"

---Being sat on by someone else

Just, ask them to move? He doesn’t think much of it.

---An injured person

Get them some medical attention. Not necessarily by himself. There are people more competent at it.

---An unexpected grade in school

"Grades are a meaningless concept that doesn't reflect one's knowledge or skill level at all. It's all about standarized testing designed to keep a complacent society. Plus it's affected by the teacher's biases. And ultimately no one cares about them once you finish school."

---Authority figures playing favorites

"That's human nature for you. Try to work around the unjust system."

---Segregation and prejudice

“Explain your reasoning to me NOW. I’m fully prepared to debunk every single point you make. Oh, I have time. I’ll clear my calendar just for this. I’m not letting you go until you see an error of your ways.”

---Activists who try to force their ideals

"Yeeeeah, right. Look, I get that you feel very strongly about this topic, but have you considered the other point of view? Not that I necessarily disagree with you, but you come across a bit too aggressive, plus your understanding of the situation seems pretty simplistic, and that's not gonna work out well…"

---Commercials on TV

"Let's see what they're trying to sell now, and how pathetic they are at it. You know, for research."

---Learning a secret they weren’t supposed to

Wondering how to use it without betraying he knows anything.

---Being flirted with

Nicely, but firmly indicating he's not interested. Confident all the time.

---Being lied to or betrayed

He shouldn't be surprised. Deeply disappointed if it was a friend, though.

---Loud/rowdy/energetic people

Observing them with slight amusement. Like a zoo display. If he's got enough, he'd retreat to his lab.

---Tense situations

Take it upon himself to break this tension. That's his speciality.

---Rough tough areas of town

Keep calm, try not to stand out too much and leave as soon as possible.

---Situations under stress/pressure

Guess his energy level spikes up and he's a bit more snappy with people in extreme situations, but that's it. But honestly, when is he NOT stressed? It's practically his baseline. He's mostly numb to it, in moderate doses.

---Learning or advancing a skill

"Okay, I got that covered, so what's the next step?" Learning never stops.

---Music of their choice

He doesn’t care much for music. He's got to be in the mood for it.

---Being invited out with friends

"Cool, what are we going to do?"

---Plans changing on the spot

"Okay! So let's get to it!"

---Being placed in a group project

"So, how are we dividing the tasks? I propose we make a plan…"

---Sharing a bedroom

"Honestly, just tell me if you want me to clean up my stuff. I can always move with them to the garage."

#mine #My OCs #OC questions

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ecto42 · 3 months

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TL;DR- Try TTRPGs, roleplay forums, and more! Before you go to an addictive AI with no outside input.

Hi Tumblr, I have this video specifically referring to the AI chatbot story and it made me want to share some experiences of mine that feel similar, but were with real human people.

I spent years doing online text only roleplay as a teen, and now as an adult I regularly play D&D with friends as well as with other RPGs like Cyberpunk, etc.

So, when I was a teen I spent hours of every day in middle school doing Harry Potter role plays on Omegle. It was hella awkward, hella cringe, and ultimately I stopped because I saw how the space was devolving. Initially I made a ton of other friends from other countries and other states in the US that had similar interests to mine. I loved playing characters that were “dark and edgy” as I, much like the characters from My Immortal, wanted to be dark and edgy in a cool way and not in a “I am a goth from South Park being made fun of,” way.

This eventually led to me doing what I would call roleplay therapy, where to test the waters with people you take an aspect of yourself and play with as many iterations of it as you can. I found myself in NSFW roleplay, general like “Oh hoho we’re wizards in a castle!” Roleplay, and “This is the darkest timeline, Harry Potter is dead and gone and now we’re doing a guerilla warfare.” I loved it and remember it fondly and this was way before D&D.

I, as you can imagine, had no idea what consent really meant, I had no boundaries kept when playing these characters, and I really formed a dependency on literally exploring other characters to figure myself out. By the end of it I was staying up until 3 am every night essentially sexting strangers over the internet with nothing but an ASL to go off of, and the anonymity of the internet to keep either of us from knowing who each other were. Relative to what a lot of my AFAB friends received this was incredibly tame. It was, however, an addiction in the anonymity of Omegle, the chat histories rarely being backed up, and the ability to just bail at any time. There was no real accountability, only the consent of “Hey, do you want to do a dirty roleplay?” And taking people at their word and usually that mean hanging up and trying again, and if things went too far or got too uncomfortable hanging up anyways. Kind of like an unspoken BDSM safe word.

I saw this video and the section about this woman talking to an AI chatbot and it honestly made me both miss that addictive roleplay arena, as well as made me really crave that kind of anonymous intimacy in a (what at the time developed into a) respectful consensual manner where anyone can nope out at any time. I think usually when people can’t get exactly what they want they go to writing for themselves. I really hope that somewhere out there other people who just want that basic form of connection with some anonymous protection will do something more akin to what I’ve done as an adult, and seek out similarly minded friends who love and support them and build up and build out communities, and allow there to be a silly fantasy element to them. The person in the story very easily, back in the day, could have went onto Omegle and asked as their opener “I’m looking for someone to roleplay Arthur Morgan from RDR2 with me, are you down?” And found someone, and it’s kind of sad to me that it’s easier to find an AI chatbot nowadays than it is to find a friend with that interest.

Having feedback from another person and having it be earnest and unbiased is very helpful, but people shouldn’t be your therapist if they’re your friends. Seek help if you need it, and don’t be afraid to reach out to community at large. I understand though how easy it is to fall in love with Luna Lovegood, Corvo Attano, or my old OC, at least as best as I can remember:

Eli Black (20, Ravenclaw, M, Thick Dark Wavy Black Hair with a blue streak in the front, Bright Blue Eyes, Thin muscular build, 6’0”. One of Eli’s eyes {if I remember correctly this was very inconsistent on my part lol} had been slashed through as a child and healed with dragon blood and caused it to sprout scales where the scar is, also leaving their eye with a sharp and draconic look. Typically wears: Hooded black trench coat, black tee shirt, black skinny jeans with a studded belt, and wears a big pair of large black combat boots with blue laces, dark eyeliner, blue and black nail polish.) ~and then there would usually be some spheal here about how Eli was an auror and a really great Ravenclaw student, and basically a detective. I used to watch a lot of Psych.~

Thanks if you bothered reading all the way through!

#look y’all I wasn’t aware I was trans then #this was before jk was out as a terf #now I’m non-binary and it’s great #Youtube

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musecaravan-info · 8 months

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About Me

I’m actually not all that comfortable sharing stuff about myself with strangers on the internet. I come from a generation where we were taught that wasn’t a good idea (and I still prescribe to that.)

If you need a name to call me, Mira is fine. So is Jo, I guess. But I’ll answer to ‘Hey there, you!’

Just to give you a teeny bit of info:

I’m old - well, older than most of you, at least. If that weirds you out, jump ship NOW. I don’t have the time (or the grace) to deal with people who can’t handle having friends that aren’t the same age they are.

I’m a librarian by trade (yes, I have a Masters degree and everything) and a writer by hobby.

I like fantasy (especially urban), and anime, and cartoons, and audiobooks, and casual gaming, and all kinds of music.

Now that you know as much as any stranger really has a right to know - let’s cover a few RP-related things. These are also in the guidelines, but because these are probably the ‘deal-breaker’ type things, it can’t hurt to go over them more than once (and in more detail.)

These are good ways to decide if we’ll work well as partners.

My replies are slower than dirt. No, really. While I try to keep it to about 3-4 months between, I’ve been known to go 6-9 months. I’m a ‘slow burn’ kind of gal. If you want to stick with me for that, then awesome. If not, I understand.

I am not a fan of constantly dropped threads. I don’t mind a thread that takes YEARS to finish, but if we are ALWAYS starting things and you are always dropping them, then I will eventually stop starting things with you. It’s that simple. My time is limited (which is WHY it takes me so long to reply) and if you’re consistently dropping our threads and our replies never go anywhere, then you’re wasting my time. I know that sounds harsh, but I’m tired of having it happen. If you do this, and you have partners that don’t care, then I’m glad for you. However, I DO care and we aren’t going to make good partners.

I rarely (if ever) approach first anymore. This really only applies to people I haven’t written with yet. No, I’m not shy or anxious or whatever. I’m just tired of approaching people and having them act like they want to RP, and then having them drop the thread two replies in (or never replying at all.) I’m basically tired of people saying yes because they’re afraid to say no. If YOU ask ME, then, when I say yes, I know we’re both interested in doing something together.

I need partners who can COMMNUNICATE with me. If you’re too scared or anxious or shy (or whatever) to do that, then we probably won’t make good partners. I’ve been ghosted in the past by a partner who was too afraid of her own shadow to have an adult conversation, and I’m not interested in being in that situation again. I am an understanding and down-to-earth person, and if you treat me with respect, I will offer you the same in return no matter what we’re talking about.

I don’t like being constantly passed over. If you’re the kind of RPer who’s always playing favorites, then we’re not going to make good partners. And I’m not talking an ‘every now and then’ sort of thing. I get that some days you just want to write that one thing. Or some days the short stuff is easy and the long stuff is hard. I’m talking about if we’ve got RPs going and you reply EVERY day to other people, but ALL of our threads sit on your back-burner for months at a time collecting dust. That’s not okay with me. Again - this is tied to some poor treatment I’ve received in the past. I put up with it back then because I thought the person in question was a friend who would talk to me if there was an actual issue. Turns out she wasn’t a friend. She was just a coward. I refuse to put myself in a similar situation again. Treat me this way on a regular basis and I will drop our threads and not look back.

I’m not very chatty. Not in real life and not online. If you talk to me, then I will talk back. I will never intentionally ignore you. And I promise you’re not being annoying or a burden or anything like that. I like hearing from people, I’m just crap when it comes to instigating conversations. I rarely go out of my way to have non-RP related conversations with people. I’m sorry; it’s just how I am. :(

I know these things may make me seem bitchy and stand-offish. I can’t really help that. I’m sorry. :( I’m just tired of dealing with issues related to these things over and over again. If I say it in the beginning, then we can both avoid wasting each others’ time. If you don’t like any or all of what you see here, then it just means I’ve saved us both a lot of time and frustration. If you think you’re okay with all of the above, then please proceed to my guidelines to learn more. :)

Also, please be aware - if you’re a current partner and your anxiety has you worried that you might be doing something from the above list, please don’t worry. <3 If you were (and it was bothering me) I would politely say something. I believe 100% in communication, and if something is wrong I’ll come talk to you about it. If I haven’t said anything, you’re fine - I promise. :) If you’re still worried about it, and would like to come talk to me, please do! Communication goes both ways, and I’m here to listen and to reassure as best I can.

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nesirus-voidapoliasingulari · 10 months

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The ouroboros

Not a long tome ago, an ouroboros was born. As expexcted of an ouroboros, it was spinning on itself.

It keeps spinning throught their childhood, spinning to Dreams, spinning to live, to be.

But once in their teens age, the ouroboros spinning became very painfull, it was trying to do everything that their parent told them to do. Even if it hurt itself.

Eventually the ouroboros break once because of teacher who's only goal was to be as insufarable as possible.

The ouroboros complain but nothing was done.

So later it broke once again, it was so broken that it couldn't spin anymore meaning the ouroboros could no longer do anything.

Their parents were very annoyed, what to do with something that couldn't do anything so they stole the only thing that bring joy to it.

It put the ouroboros in such despair that it look everywhere to find their belonging. When their parents find out they want to take it Again. But the ouroboros was very angry about that and it was ready to attack.

The only reason that they didn't attack was because the situation was descalate.

But something changed in the ouroboros...

It realise an horryfing truth !

‹‹ i feel so Bad that i want to die, i'm scared...But these two that birth me, they Never thanked me for my work, they pressure me all the Times, they make mean jokes about me and treat it as fine because their ‹‹jokes››. Why i should be the one to die. If i die, i would just be a number, they would mourn me... That very thought IS digusting, mourning the one they kill! I am the one that should kill them for their wrongdoings!›› it was looking at these two like their were puppets, a doorknow, a trashcan, something that didn't have any empathy and that didn't deserve it.

But the ouroboros stop their thoughts here not because they are wrong but it doesn't want to be so low.

But These thoughts never disapeared. It was only after the ouroboros was being treated by a psychologist that they are gone.

After that the ouroboros could spin again.

But These two didn't change: the father needed to be put black in his place, hé just can't stop being a mean humain and the mother Never was able to take respinsabily for their actions.

Later, the ouroboros did their four greatest black Victory:

The first was to be able to overpower it's anxiety and be able to talk again. The ‹‹hello›› it Said to a stranger was a test of strenght that was difficult to pull off.

The second was to talk back to thé dad's mean and stupid ramblings. The fact to see him being unable to put any arguments After that and that he chose to shut up rather than admit defeat give such a feeling of power that the ouroboros spin so fast that it create an hurricane.

The third was to talk to their Friends and could move on, play, talk, speaking about their uniqueness like asexuality, voidpunk, panromantic. And who know maybe the ouroboros might even find a lover?

The fourth was to publicaly speak, in internet, in youtube, in twitter, in Reddit. The ouroboros finally spoke a little, it was nice because people showed to interest to it, that allowed to speak more, eventually the ouroboros speak whenever they thought something they have to say was interesting. It allow themselves to interact with other people who were on the internet. It was such a nice thing that it became a part of their spin.

After a while, it started sharing their own stories and still does it right now.

A thing that was even more prise enducing was that thé ouroboros was even able to directly turn dumb people who's only goal was to be jerk to dumb people who storm out of an arguments because their flaws and goals were being shown and who were to pridefull to just admit their mistakes. A feat that was completely impossible to do a few years earlier.

The ouroboros couldn't Believe that just speaking in the internet in thé right place with the right mindset might lead to such a wonderful developpement, one so good that it made the ouroboros spin upon in it's tail.

My family wasn't able to show me the right way, some of you helped to find my ways, i Hope that it help you find your ways or at least comfort you.

So i will spin a few Times more, i Hope you won't stop spinning too my fellow Monsters.

#monster #voidpunk #ouroboros #vent

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hornime · 3 years

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for your viewing pleasure | suna rintarou x gn!reader

camming was addicting in a way; he could be as lazy as he wanted with it and people would still lose their minds over the tiny crumbs he left them. it was suna’s sadistic little game, and he loved it.

warnings: 18+, college au, camboy!suna, male masturbation, mentions of drinking

w/c: 1k (this was not supposed to get this long oops)

a/n: no because suna is literally the perfect candidate for camming. he’s so fucking effortlessly sexy that it pisses me off but i KNOW i’d be pressing that follow button in half a heartbeat.

for your viewing pleasure: part one ↓ | part two

“fuck.” suna let out a guttural groan, his right hand moving rapidly along his shaft as he braced himself on his other forearm, naked body splayed out on his white bedsheets. “my hand feels good ‘round my cock but i’d rather it was you,” he grunted out to no one in particular. he took a shaky breath. “hngh, you know, if you were good, i’d cum inside. you’d like that, wouldn’t you? stupid whore, all desperate for some cum.” a few thrusts later, his stomach clenched and balls tightened, cum spilling heavily from his blushing tip. “oh god,” he moaned, “feels s’good.”

as he recollected his thoughts from his heart-pounding release, he reached forward and clicked the red button on his phone, stopping the recording. after playing the video through to ensure that nothing above his neck was in the frame, he posted it on twitter with a suggestive caption and headed to the shower. this was suna’s almost-nightly routine: film something filthy for his almost forty thousand followers and bask in the strange satisfaction of thirsty comments praising his cock and begging to get fucked. camming was addicting in a way; he could be as lazy as he wanted with it and people would still lose their minds over the tiny crumbs he left them. it was suna’s sadistic little game, and he loved it.

looking back, it’s almost inevitable that he started filming his solo sessions for attention, and eventually for some side cash.

suna was always good with cameras—throughout high school, the miyas consistently kept him on his toes; he was constantly anticipating an opportunity for the perfect shot of osamu getting a set straight to the face or of atsumu getting tackled in retaliation for said set. just like on the court, he was observant: he always knew the best angles, the best lighting, and the best positioning, all coming together to form the perfect picture.

and as for the porn part, well, he was a teenage boy once. he’d watched his fair share of erotic videos on all kinds of sites before stumbling upon the vast expanse of homemade clips on twitter, instantly understanding the appeal. a few months after he turned eighteen, he made his own account, figuring that he might as well use his cock for something other than his own pleasure. his peers always gave him hell for his apathy, especially in bed, but on the internet, strangers were in awe of just how little he cared—and how much hotter that made him.

by the time he reached ten thousand followers, he’d opened a venmo, making a few hundred dollars within a week. this isn’t too bad, he thought to himself. i could definitely get used to this. and he did, establishing a pretty solid side gig as a college student that could always use some extra cash.

speaking of college, suna wasn’t really one for parties. in fact, him attending the same party you were, being in the same room you were, and overhearing the only possible conversation that could possibly interest him, were all by complete coincidence. but damn, if he isn’t glad the fates aligned in his favor.

suna, in typical wallflower fashion, was standing against the wall, solo cup in hand, not doing much other than observing those around him and occasionally indulging in the flirtatious glances of a few other partygoers. thinking back, he wasn’t sure how he got so close to you and your friends, or why he was so keen on hearing what you had to say to them. all he knew then was that you were a familiar face from one of his classes, and you were irritatingly attractive. he could probably point to at least five different posts on his account in which he was thinking of specifically you, a person of definite sexual interest, while masturbating.

you’d been drinking, undoubtedly to the point of being tipsy, because there was no way you would’ve been talking about porn, especially at that loud of a volume in the middle of a party, sober. the few beers you’d downed had comfortably warmed your body, making your brain a little fuzzy and your actions a little more reckless. so when your friend had brought up the subject of pornography, you were quick to jump in.

“ya see,” you slurred, “for all the good stuff, ya needa be on twitter. your first mistake s’gunna be going on pornhub or xvideos or some dumb shit like that. you gotta be looking for the good kush on twitter. the homemade stuff. s’authentic and real.”

suna raised a brow at that, taking a short sip of his drink, curious as to what you were going to say next.

“and once you’re on twitter, you gotta find some good,” you waved your hand vaguely, “content creators. ya know? some accounts you can rely on for all your needs.”

your friend asked you a question that suna couldn’t make out through the reverberating bass of the music.

“me personally? all right. this is my biggest secret, like, this guy is the holy grail of twitter porn. the user is...”

suna nearly spit out the alcohol settling on his tongue as the username of his secret account escaped your lips. holy shit, he thought to himself, trying to control his quickening pulse. the idea of you using him to get off was way more arousing then he thought it could be. did you ever time your orgasm so that you both were cumming at the same time? did you stare with envy at his hand, wishing it was you? with nothing but your imagination and your fingers, did you pretend it was him looming over you, making you feel good?

his cock stirred impatiently in his pants. shit, i’ve got to chill the fuck out.

“i’m telling you, this man has the prettiest cock i’ve ever seen. like, you guys know, i hate sucking dick. ‘s the worse thing ever ‘cus their balls always smell like old cheese. but for this guy,” you rolled your eyes back dramatically, “i’d get on my hands and knees immediately. t‘so long and thick and curved and pink,” you gushed. “and his voice is so hot. i’d let him do anything to me.”

suna smirked from behind his cup. he likes you. maybe if you play your cards right, he’ll let you suck the pretty cock that you adore so much. and maybe if he plays his cards right, you’ll let him record it so he can watch it whenever he wants, and show off to his followers what a cockhungry slut you are.

making solo porn was getting boring, anyway.

>> part two

#i just know he has the most beautiful cock on the planet #and i want it in my mouth rn #kinky.inky #haikyuu smut #haikyuu! smut #haikyu x reader #suna rintarou #suna rintaro imagine #suna x reader #suna rintaro x you #suna

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Acquaintances

Pairing: Wanda x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Description: Wanda meets someone who doesn’t treat her like a villain, but she doesn’t know who you really are.

Notes: I promise it’s fluff and not a trap. Also sorry about my hiatus, I’m just super unmotivated to do anything. So here’s my feeble offering to try and get back into writing.

- - -

Wanda groaned at the sight of a man with a camera. All she wanted was to pop down to the shops, buy some paprika, but alas, even a shopping trip was gold for the paparazzi. Maybe if she hid behind an aisle he would leave. But she heard the door open behind her. Ducking quickly behind a stack of tuna cans, she scanned the rows for the precious package.

She knew she wasn’t the favourite of the public, and the guilt of what she’d done ate her alive every night, but she was sick of being blamed. All she did was try her best, but this was the kind of thanks she got.

She frowned a little when she saw the man round the corner. She steeled herself, not wanting the tears to spring to her eyes. Turning around to face him, she- There was a person talking to him. You had a shopping bag in your hand, so you must have been another customer. Dressed smartly with a blazer, but paired with jeans and sneakers, you looked friendly, but the cold look you gave the man said otherwise. You exchanged words quietly with the reporter, and he seemed to refuse you, turning back to look at her. Realising that this was the perfect stall to get out of the store, she resumed her search. Cumin, Ginger, Paprika! Quickly glancing back to see how long she had, she saw you hand the man a business card as he hurriedly shuffled away.

“Sorry about that,” you turned to her, looking genuinely apologetic.

“Why?” she asked, it coming out harsher than she meant for it to. “It wasn’t even your fault.”

You shrugged. “You don’t deserve it.”

Wanda frowned again at this. She didn’t even know you, but you helped her out, so the least she could do was be polite. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” you smiled. The two of you started to walk towards to counter. More like she did and you kind of happened to as well. “What are you cooking with the paprika?”

Sliding the bag to the cashier, she turned to face you properly. “I was making a traditional Sokovian dish.”

“I’m a big fan of trying different cuisines,” you replied, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “That sounds delicious.”

Wanda’s not really sure why you’re trying to make conversation, but you didn’t seem to have an agenda, so she indulged you with a response as the two of you walked out of the store. “It is, my mum always had the best recipe.”

“Ah well, my parents weren’t around much, so I can’t say the same,” you laughed, throwing your shopping in the back of what must have been your car.

Wanda hadn’t even realised she had walked with you to your car. That was embarrassing. “Well, it was nice to meet you, but I should be going now,” backing away as quickly as she could without making a fool of herself.

“Wait,” you called, “do you need a lift back?”

“You’re a stranger.”

“Well I know your name is Wanda,” you grinned cheekily, opening the passenger door. “And my name is Y/N. Guess we’re not strangers anymore. So, what do you say? It’s the least I could do, with that man bothering you.”

She’s not sure what compelled her to agree, but she found herself sitting in a plush leather seat as you adjusted the rear view mirror. Tapping the dashboard screen, you pulled up a map to Avengers Tower and backed out of the parking lot.

You didn’t seem to mind that she didn’t make conversation, bopping your head gently to whatever pop song was on the radio. Instead she spent the time trying to figure out who you were and why you were being so nice. “It’s rude to stare, you know?” you winked at her.

Wanda felt the heat rush to her cheeks. “Wha- No, sorry,” she mumbled. She’d done it again, made herself look dumb. You giggle, returning your eyes to the road. Trying not to stare at you this time, she observed the fancy watch adorning your wrist, and the sleek interior of the car. You must be a businesswoman of some sort, since this clearly wasn’t your average suburban car. But you were wearing jeans. Maybe a lower level employee than?

She sat there musing, until the door suddenly opened. “We’re here,” you smiled, gesturing at the grand tower that was now her home.

Why couldn’t she stop being so awkward? This was the third time. Unbuckling the seatbelt, she stumbled out, clutching the paprika to her chest. “Thanks again.”

“Anytime, Wanda.” And with a small wave, you hopped back into your car and drove off.

- - -

Heading straight to her room, Wanda abandoned her plans for paprikash. The whole interaction was quite frankly, baffling. No one was ever nice to her, except for the Avengers. But you clearly knew who she was, driving her back to the tower without an address. Tossing her jacket on her bed, she sighed. It’s not like she’d ever see you again. That’s when she noticed the card peeking out from the pocket. There was a phone number printed neatly on it, and a cursive scrawl underneath. “I am actually interested in the dish though. Could I have the name of it?”

She hadn’t exactly interacted with anyone else, so it must’ve been you. Running her thumb over the ink, she was hit with a renewed sense of energy. Grabbing the paprika, she dashed back down the stairs.

- - -

You’re spinning around in your office chair when your phone goes off. Clicking on the message, a small smile makes its way into your face.

Unknown Number: this is the dish i was talking about

Unknown Number: *image*

Unknown Number: it’s paprikash

- - -

“Hey Wanda,” Tony called, a carefully wrapped package in his arms, “this came for you.”

One look at the scarlet wrapping paper, and she knew who it was from. “Thanks Tony,” she said, grabbing it and running to her room.

Setting the package gently on her bed, she untied the ribbon and unfolded the wrapping paper. Nestled in the middle, a box of cookies.

She grinned to herself. Wanda’s been texting you for a couple of months now, and now she could really say that you’re not strangers. She knows that you can’t cook, but you can bake. You’re a businesswoman “of sorts” you say, and that you’re a pretty busy person. But regardless, you hang out with her, chilling in the local coffee shop, going shopping, even just a stroll around the park. She also knows that this happiness she gets when she sees you is definitely not platonic.

Opening the lid, the chocolate aroma wafts into her room. Her favourite of your baked goods. There’s a note tucked into the side of the box, and she delicately pulls it out. “Be my girlfriend?” she read, the handwriting obviously yours. Wait. Be my girlfriend? She sat there dumbly for a couple of seconds before it hit her. You’re asking her to be your girlfriend. Wanda scrambled for her phone, snapping a picture to send to you.

Y/N: those cookies look delicious, who sent them?

The witch rolled eyes at your antics, but played along.

Wanda: idk, but i just got asked out

Y/N: whoaaaa, did you say yes?

Wanda: yes you dumbass

Y/N: okay, under other circumstances that would’ve hurt, but i’m too excited to care right now <3

Wanda: ...

Wanda: did you try to bribe me with cookies?

Y/N: it worked, didn’t it?

Wanda: i can’t believe i actually like you

Y/N: honestly, me too

Y/N: sorry it’s a busy day, but you wanna come over for dinner?

Wanda: sounds good <3

Y/N: i’ll come pick you up, see you then girlfriend

She didn’t want bugs in her room, so Wanda grabbed the box to put in her kitchen cupboard. Balancing a cookie in her mouth, she was about to close the lid, when a hand pinched one. Eyes immediately glowing red, she locked onto Sam as he backed away, half eaten cookie and hands up in surrender.

“Do that again and I will give you nightmares.”

The Falcon whistled lowly. “Okay. Protective over cookies. Got it.”

“There’s cookies?” Bucky asked, strolling in.

“No.”

“Oh okay.”

- - -

The heroes were sprawled on the couches playing a game of UNO when Wanda came down the stairs.

“What are you doing with that hoodie?” Tony asked sharply.

Wanda furrowed her eyebrows. “This.. hoodie?” she replied, tugging on the drawstrings of the soft item of company clothing she was wearing.

“Yes! That’s my enemy’s!”

She didn’t really want to get into whatever nonsense the genius was spouting again. “My friend lent it to me.”

“You have friends?” joked Sam.

Steve gave the man a warning look. “It’s good that you’re adjusting to life here.”

“I think the important question here,” Natasha said from her spot, “is where are you going?”

“Dinner,” she replied, trying to look as nonchalant as possible. She tried to fight the silly smile that crept into her face whenever she thought about you, but she mustn’t have hid it well enough, since the red headed spy gave her a sickeningly sweet smile.

I hate you, she projected.

Nat winked back.

“Based on the way Miss Maximoff keeps anxiously glancing at the door, there is likely to be someone waiting for her,” Vision piped up. “I have searched the Internet databases, and from what I have gathered, your casual outfit means that you are going with someone you are familiar with. The sharing of clothes is usually reserved for close friends or romantic partners only.”

Of course the android had to get involved.

“Your heart rate seems to be speeding up Miss Maximoff. Are you okay?”

“Wanda Maximoff,” Tony asked slowly, “do you have a boyfriend?”

That’s when all hell broke loose.

“Who is he?”

“Is he hot?”

“Where did you meet?”

“How did you even get a boyfriend?”

“Can we meet him?”

“What-“

“Okay,” she groaned. Well it was bound to happen eventually. She just wished she could’ve gotten even a few months without the teasing. “I have a girlfriend, yes she’s hot, yes I’m going to have dinner with her, and I’ll ask about meeting. I’m going to go now.” With that, she stepped into the elevator.

“Don’t think this conversation is over witchy,” called Tony, as the doors slid shut.

- - -

“Hey,” you smiled as she slid into the car. “What took you so long?”

“The Avengers found out.”

You chuckled at that. “What, did they interrogate you or something?”

“Something like that.” She paused. “They want to meet you.”

“Are you sure?”

“They’re my family, and they’ll love you as much as I do.”

“Cute,” you grinned, “but I don’t know about Tony.”

“Trust me, they’re a mess a lot of the time, but they’re good people.”

You checked through your phone. “I haven’t got anything on around lunch tomorrow. I can come by then, how does that sound?”

“So you’ll come?”

“Anything for my girlfriend.”

- - -

Her green eyes locked onto you amongst the bustle of suits in the lobby.

“Hey.”

You adjusted the grey fabric of your pantsuit. “Hey yourself.”

“Did you wear the suit to impress me?” Wanda asked, delicately tugging on your tie.

“Actually, I’ve got a meeting with the investors later. Gotta make an impression, you know?”

“Well consider me impressed,” she whispered against your ear.

Blushing, you allowed Wanda to lead you to the elevator.

- - -

Clint wasn’t sure what to expect with you. But if Wanda liked you, you were sure to be one of the good sorts. So maybe like a cute girl she met at the cafe or something. He sure as hell wasn’t expecting the confident girl dressed in a suit to step out of the elevator.

All of them were lined up in the common room and he’s pretty sure any normal person would have been intimidated by the sheer amount of Avengers in front of them, but you stepped up to them absolutely unfazed.

“Mr Rogers,” you offered your hand to shake, “a pleasure to meet you.”

Steve was expecting to have to take the lead with introductions, but here you seemed to be handling yourself fine. “Likewise.”

“Is Mr Stark here today?” you asked him.

“He’s a bit busy at the mo-“

Clattering and a string of curses interrupted him. And of course, the man himself stepped into the room, Iron Man debris in his wake.

“Tony,” Steve scolded.

“What? Did you think I’d miss meeting the girl who stole the heart of our cold antisocial emo?”

Wanda tossed a couch pillow at him, but he brushed it off.

“Tony Stark,” he declared.

You shook his hand politely. “I know who you are Mr Stark.”

“And you are...?”

“Y/N L/N.”

The genius might have been singed from his armour, but the moment that name fell from your lips, he yanked his hand away, as if he was burned.

“L/N. As in L/N Corporations?”

“That’s me.”

Abruptly he turned to Wanda. “Do you know who this is?” he hissed. “The greatest rival to Stark Industries. I thought you were introducing your girlfriend.”

You gave him a winning smile. “I am her girlfriend Mr Stark. And you may have made me your rival, but I can assure you that you are not mine.”

Sam snorted.

“What are you doing here then? Are you here to try and steal data? You can’t...”

You paid him no mind as you winked at Sam. Spotting the metal arm, your eyes widened. “You must be Bucky, right? Princess Shuri told me she’d been working on some vibranium projects. I’d love to take a closer look some other day if you don’t mind?”

“How do you know Shuri?” Stark spluttered.

“You think that she only talks to rich boys who need her help? Sorry to burst your bubble.”

Nat couldn’t help but smirk at this.

“Oh and I’ve actually been working on some prototype Widow Bites as a bit of a free time project,” you added. “If you’re interested, your opinion on usage would really help me to refine them.”

“Of course.”

“Traitor,” Tony glared.

It’s at this point your phone began to ring. Glancing down, you offered a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry, I’ve really got to take this.” You turned to face the wall as your friendly tone turned professional.

The Avengers huddled together as your call went on.

“Is she using you for information?” Tony scowled.

Wanda scowled back. “She’s my girlfriend Stark. Not everything is about you.”

He looked as if he was going to say more, but Steve interrupted.

“Look Tony, she seemed like a perfectly lovely girl.”

“Yeah I like her,” added Sam. “She can keep your ego in check.”

“If Wanda likes her, I’m fine with it too.” Clint said.

Wanda gave him a thankful look.

A cough came awkwardly behind them.

“I really hate to cut this short everyone, but something’s come up back at the office. Investors are a pain.”

“Yeah go on back to your investors then,” spat Tony.

“Wow” you drawled, heading back to the elevator, “is the rich card the only thing you can play Stark?”

The light on the wall indicated that the cab had arrived, and you stepped inside the carriage which would take you back down, as Peter stepped out.

“Oh hey Y/N, what are you doing here?”

“I was just leaving Pete, but swing by later, alright?”

“You know it.”

“Oh and I heard you liked the hoodie I gave Wanda, Mr Stark,” you called. “I can grab you one as well, since it’s my company. But I really do gotta run now. Nice to meet you all!” The metal doors slid shut on your grinning face.

There was a silence, before Tony turned on his protégée. “How the hell are you on a first name business with her?”

“We’re friends?” Peter offered.

“Friends?”

“She went to college with me. She was super smart and we hung out and stuff. You know, what friends usually do.”

Squirming under his mentor’s gaze, he continued. “She was too smart for college though, so she dropped out and started her company. It didn’t mean we stopped being friends though.”

“Why didn’t you tell me Underoos?”

“She figured you might overreact, especially with the web sho-“ The boy’s eyes widened, and he made a mad dash for the stairs.

But Tony grabbed his wrist. “What were you saying?”

Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair anxiously. “She helped me out with my web shooters in college, and since then, she’s been developing them with me.”

“What?”

“She knows I’m Spider-Man and I work with her on my tech,” he said slowly.

The man surveyed his teammates, making deliberate eye contact with each and every one of them. “Traitors, the lot of you,” he huffed.

“I mean you gotta admit it,” laughed Sam. “She’s college age, and built an empire to rival you. Not to mention that she’s pretty, smart, has better PR and actual time management skills-“

“Okay I get it,” the genius cut him off.

“Don’t be upset,” Clint smirked, “you can’t lose if you’re not her competition.”

Tony stomped off.

“Don’t worry about him, he’ll come around,” Steve said gently, nodding at Wanda who was fiddling anxiously with her rings.

“She was cool,” added Nat. “Tony can be a pain in the ass, but he knows she’s a good person.”

Her phone buzzed in her hand.

<3: i’d say that went pretty well

Wanda: cannot believe you didn’t tell me

<3: i’m really sorry babe, please don’t hate me

Wanda: i could never

<3: just didn’t want him to stop you from fraternising with the enemy or whatever

Wanda: i’d break the rules for you any day

<3: how romantic

<3: so miss rebel, you coming over tonight?

Wanda: depends if you’re still wearing the suit

<3: anything for you ;)

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