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hobiebrownismygod · 2 days

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Have an angsty snippet of my Hobie Brown x Reader fanfiction lol

This is what I headcanon his backstory is something like

TW: Blood, grief, death, very minor fluff, Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day (not really a trigger but whatever), Hobie's lines are bolded btw

A/N I KNOW GREEN DAY DIDN'T EXIST IN HOBIE'S TIME BUT I LOVE THIS SONG SO LET ME HAVE MY FUN 😭

~2k words

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"Aww Hobes, what are you doing?"

A 9 year-old Hobie Brown looked up at his big brother, his stubby little fingers still attached the chords of the older boy's new guitar. "I'm just looking!" he replied with a cheeky grin, holding the guitar back when his brother tried to grab it.

"Oi, give it back you prick!" The boy laughed, trying to snatch it again. Hobie danced away giggling, holding the guitar over his head. "Come and get-HEY!" The older boy tackled Hobie to the floor and pried the guitar out of his hands, holding it back out of his reach.

"ABEEE!!" Hobie whined, his arms folded tightly over his chest. "Give it back!"

"You stole it first!" Abe giggled,

"You're a jerk!"

"Who taught you that word?" Abe asked, wagging his finger at his little brother teasingly. "You're too little to be using mean words like that."

Hobie groaned, turning away from his brother and huffing. After a moment, the older boy sighed and crouched down behind his brother. "Ya want me to show you a couple chords?"

Hobie's face lit up. "Yea!"

Ten minutes later, he was all bundled up in his brother's arms while he showed him the different strings. "Alright this one's A." Abe put three fingers on the guitar and strummed it. Hobie nodded along, the side of his head on his brother's chest.

"And this one's A7. This one's A minor, this one's B minor, and this one's B7"

"I can't remember all those!" Hobie groaned.

"Alright, alright!" his brother said with a laugh. "How about I play you a song instead?"

"Okay." Hobie pulled out of his brothers arms to sit back against the old, broken down couch, a smile on his face as he waited for his brother to begin.

The older boy smiled at his little brother, pulling his hair back before resetting the guitar in his lap, fingers pressed against the chords.

He began playing. It wasn't the original song, more of a quiet, sadder, solo version. Hobie closed his eyes with a grin, taking a deep breath in. Even if it wasn't the real deal, he loved listening to his brother sing. His warm voice, the sound of the strums...it made him feel safe.

I walk a lonely road

The only one that I have ever known

Don't know where it goes

But it's home to me, and I walk alone~

His brother hummed to the music, tapping his foot to the ground to follow the beat. Hobie followed, moving his head side to side with every tap, his fingers fidgeting together as he smiled up at Abe.

I walk this empty street

On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Where the city sleeps

And I'm the only one, and I walk alone~

Abe was really all he had left. He used to have a lot of siblings, two sisters and one brother other than Abe. He was the youngest of the five and of course, the rowdiest. His parents had been pretty cool too, his dad worked at a radio station and his mom had been a stay-at-home mom.

I walk alone, I walk alone

His youngest sister had gone first. She was only a year older than Hobie, but she had been less than five pounds as a baby and always had problems with sickness and diseases. After the water had been contaminated by another one of Oscorp's toxic waste dumps...well she had been the first to go. Her and children from nearly every family in the neighborhood.

My shadow's the only one who walks beside me

My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating

Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me

'Til then, I walk alone~

Then went his mother. She was so grief-stricken by his sister's death that she went into depression. She didn't eat, she didn't sleep, and eventually the water got to her too. They were buried only a few months apart.

I'm walking down the line

That divides me somewhere in my mind

On the borderline

Of the edge, and where I walk alone

His middle brother, three years older than him, went into a rage about the water. He was young, but old enough to do something about it. He went to the station and when they didn't do anything, he made a fuss. He wrote letters to the city board, protested in front of stations and then one day, they took him to jail. He was beat to death two days later, just a few hours before his bail was accepted.

Read between the lines

What's fucked up, and everything's alright

Check my vital signs

To know I'm still alive, and I walk alone

Eventually, the water was fixed. It became, not the cleanest, but better. Babies stopped dying. People were surviving.

Then the riots started.

People were angry. Everyone hated the police, the officers that patrolled the streets everyday yet did nothing to stop everyday crime. Fights would break out, shots would be fired, and eventually his sister, his oldest sister, got caught in the crossfire.

Someone had stolen her school bag. She asked the police officer nearby if he'd seen who'd taken it. She'd had her hands in her pockets.

He thought she had a gun.

He shot her.

And then there were three.

I walk alone, I walk alone

His father didn't let anything stop him. After his sister's death, he started using his job to make a difference. He spoke out about Osborne on the radio every day. He rallied people together, he told them not to take what was going on in the community.

And then Osborne himself came after him.

He took down his radio station, burnt it to the ground, and threw his father into jail. The poor old man couldn't stand it. He'd lost his wife, most of his kids...the stress was too much. Within months, he'd died too.

It was just Hobie and his brother left.

Him and Abe against the world.

My shadow's the only one who walks beside me

My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating

Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me

'Til then, I walk alone~

Abe did a lot to take care of him. He sold their old, rackety house for a tiny apartment. He worked odd jobs day and night, trying to provide for Hobie. Instead of taking the risk of sending him to school, Abe taught Hobie at home. Especially math and science, something both of the boys shared a love for.

They grew close. Hobie loved his older brother, more than anything in the world. He looked up to him.

He wanted to be like him.

So of course, when his brother started pasting up punk posters next to the couch, bringing home crazy-looking albums and sporting spiked jackets, Hobie couldn't help but want to follow in his footsteps.

Even now, while he stared at his brother in such adoration, bundled up in blankets, half-asleep while Abe sang, he wanted to be like him. Tall, strong, always looking forward. A rock. A steady, strong, beautiful rock.

That's what he wanted to be.

I walk this empty street

On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Where the city sleeps

And I'm the only one, and I walk alone~

Abe finished, setting the guitar down with a sigh, gaze meeting his little brother's again. "How was that? I've improved, haven't I?"

Hobie practically jumped into his brother's arms to give him a hug. "Can you sing it again?" He asked tentatively, picking up the guitar.

"Aww, Hobes! I'm not doing that all again!" Abe said, shaking his head with a laugh. When he saw his brother's pleading expression though, he rolled his eyes. "Ugh. Fine. Ya little brat." He pushed Hobie off playfully before pulling up the guitar again and grinning a toothy grin.

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10.5 years later

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Hobie woke up with a gasp, sitting up straight. His face was wet, cheeks tearstained. What was that?

Abe...he'd completely forgotten about that memory. Hearing his favorite song for the first time. He held his chest tightly, taking deep, shaky breaths. Where was he?

Knocked out in an alleyway...he barely remembered what'd happened. The last thing he could remember was slamming into the wall, falling to the ground, and completely knocking out.

Except...something else had happened. It was only then when Hobie noticed his suit, which was newly black, with white lines. His jacket had disappeared, and the spikes that had used to be a part of it were attached to his suit instead. He pulled at his mask...but it wouldn't come off. It was stuck.

Shit.

He felt completely disoriented, that dream-no memory, had thrown him off. Of all the times he could've recalled that, it had to be now. Of all the times...

He missed his brother. When he reached his hand up to feel his mask, he felt it was wet. He'd been crying. But he'd also been knocked out.

What the hell?

It had to be the Venom. It was talking to him again...changing him. He couldn't let it take over again. He had to stay strong. Not just for himself, but for you.

He had to be strong.

Just like Abe had been.

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offonaherosjourney · 11 months

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Leverage episode where... you know what? Screw it. LEVERAGE SEASON where someone that works in the entertainment business gets in contact with the gang because a company screwed them out of something, so the gang does their cons & heists thing to help them. Except at the end of the episode the person they helped is like "so... is it cool if I give your number to a friend that works at a different company and also got screwed".

So there's an episode where they help an actor that had been trying to get their break for a while and then they finally landed a good role but when the movie was almost ready to air the company scrapped it for tax purposes and now no one will see their work and that acting credit is useless.

As well as an episode where a different company wants to completely delete a tv series to avoid paying residuals to everyone involved and the gang does a heist to steal the episodes and also cons the company into mailing dvds of the tv series to like half the country.

There's also an episode where they help a singer that got tricked into relinquishing the rights of their songs, and while helping the singer they discover the record company had done the same thing to several other artists so they trick them into returning them and confessing the crime in a room full of lawyers, cops, judges and reporters.

Also, there's one episode where an animator had an idea for a character for their personal webcomic and did a quick doodle while at work, unaware that in their contract in very small print it said that anything any artist drew during working hours instantly became the intelectual property of the company. By the end, the artist not only gets a book deal from a publishing house but also a movie deal from their old company. The artist sings the former and rips the latter.

And then there's that episode where a company fires all their writers because they want to use AI instead and not only does the gang get them their money but also the server room for the AI "accidentally" burns down and when the scriptwriters ask the gang who did it all of them raise their hands.

#I dare you to pinpoint what specific event inspired this post... oh that's right you can't because there's too many possibilities #leverage #leverage redemption #wga strike #if i'm being completely honest i just felt like choosing violence today #nym's posts

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stevesbigbazoxngas · 2 years

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Do you guys think Steve and Bucky moved to a different apartment or do you think Bucky just moved into Steve and Sarah's old apartment?

Do you think Bucky took Steves old room while Steve moved into his Ma's. Do you think for a while he just moved his things in there and couldn't bear to sleep in the bed because his Ma was just here. She was just in that bed.

So instead he curls up with Bucky in his old one.

Do you think one night, to encourage Steve to feel comfortable in that room again, Bucky lays down in Sarahs old bed and pats the spot next to him. Lets Steve make the decision.

Steve curls up next to him. They are quiet for a long while, because the death of Sarah had also impacted Bucky too. He swears that everything in the room smells like her.

"I miss her." Steve whispers eventually. Bucky presses his cheek to the top of his head. "Me too."

#i felt like comitting violence today #steve rogers #steve rogers my beloved #bucky barnes #stevebucky my beloveds #stucky #40s stucky #sarah rogers #cw death #cw grief

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leafyloveslaughing · 2 years

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this quest became less Weinlesefest and more Bully Kaeya hours

#they made the theme of this festival Family and then chose violence #lisa and adelinde saw their chance and yeeted kaeya and diluc to interact hopefully with no bloodshed #the euphoria i felt when paimon was annoying kaeya on the way to dawn winery like- ur so weird today why r u quiet u got a problem or sum'#and when he was gaslighted by literally everyone into staying for dinner then immediately dashing out of there lol #i cant deal with diluc idk if hes a tsundere or what XD he gets all open brotherly affection with the traveler then he sets eyes on kaeya #and goes all; ugh i guess you could stay. if only for adelinde's sake-#see? im putting up a show that im only letting you stay to make fun of you but actually i really care i just show through disgruntle grunts #because trauma or whatever #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnvindr #traveler #lisa minci #genshin impact #at some point you have to accept that you can't fit all of their design details into your little sketch #kaeya's hairstyle is technically called a lovelock but i will die on the hill of calling it a rattail #watch as his floofy cape thingy gets longer and longer with each panel #the hands killed me just like the electro hypostat #leafy scribbles

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tatsuma-forever · 5 months

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and now; the most braindead comments i’ve seen under a violence jack video!!

what does political correctness have to do with violence jack. go chew on wallpaper or something fuck off

i can get hell’s wind but your taste is worse than literal shit

why are you here then? violence jack is meant to be obscene, vile, hopeless, dystopian, and whatever other words you found on your tour of the dictionary. also fuck off with that endless cycle shit

same argument as the last comment but violence jack was an influence on berserk. go read devilman

average go nagai stan. your mother probably cries when she thinks about how you turned out

FUCKING STAR WARS????

#this is honestly the best way to release how shitty i’ve felt today #but yeah all of these people are so fucking annoying #also half the comments were like ‘how to read violence jack in english wah wah’#LOOK UP VIOLENCE JACK FREE ONLINE YOU DUMB FUCKS. HOW FUCKING DUMB ARE YOU?#but yeah i feel much better now lol

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strwbrymlkshake · 1 year

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the experience hurts, but I think it's so romantic that we both feel like the world is ending whenever we accidentally upset eachother ♡

#mine #🎸#irl darling #yancore #irl yandere #darlingcore #yandere vent #the word darlingcore seems like the sweetest artificial strawberry dessert in the history of the world. a dessert thats past the due date #like leftover valentines cupcakes no one wanted to eat bc they taste musty. OK ANYWAYS #i do post the unhealthy aspects of myself/my feelings but i never post about the good things as often #seems like all i do is complain on here. rest assured its going well! like we are both insane but with communication its going good!#i am making a lot more progress in being possessive setting boundaries etc! even if its probably a basic thing he changed his pfp #without me going balls to the wall batshit insane<3 plus im learning to take things at face value rather than trying to decipher #the possible hidden meanings. the killing and violence is still prevalent but what can be expected? from me ofc?#he may not be outwardly insane but he is plenty deranged in his heart and thats what counts<3 #i sort of made a threat in his stead today. felt so alive. invigorated dare i say. it wasnt real polite though #and im trying to be nicer instead of violence killing forever. i can still have a little bit of violence killing as a treat though #i may make a tag for a certain guy who annoys me. not sure if its worth it. idk how long he will be in my life #i'll just do a quick complaint. hes fine and all but sometimes i want him to explode. he says the most uncomfortable things and it can be #insufferable to be in a convo w him cause he makes it about his own misery OR makes it nsfw.#he called MY DARLING. MY! DARLING! the special nickname that i call him no one else can fucking call him that #i wanted to tear out his spine tear off his face literally maim his corpse unimaginable violence death death death burn him alive etc #we are 'friends' though :) he is good natured. i guess. whatever i felt white hot rage but its back to my default pink demeanor now #idk if i said this here before but he really is just the small fish id buy so my favorite fish could have friends #keeping him around just because he makes my fish happy. though he does make my fish inconvenienced sometimes and i want to #donate him to blast testing for this. wow i can truly be the most awful manipulative person on here. gay rights and goodnight everybody

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rubberbandballqueen · 9 months

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we finally got got the camp and playground rules posters i asked my boss to get printed, and someone redid all my beautiful and thoughtfully-made typography... :'c

#why is it in all caps now!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE did my BOLDED TEXT go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *WHO CHANGED THE FONT????????????????*#this unironically made me so so so so so sad at work today #this wasn't just done william-nilliam!!!!!! like idc that the background changed that's whatevs to me #but my TYPOGRAPHY............................................................................#i am going to kill whoever made it all-caps and then [redacted for excessive violence] whoever changed the font #the worm speaks #also this week at work we have a group of kids who speak mostly cn bc they're from tw or mainland (mostly tw hehe)#n the tw kids were here last week actually but anyway i guess we got a new mainland kid this week #she asked me on monday if i was from mexico n i was like 'unfortunately i regret to inform you that i am asian.'#anyway as my soul had been languishing at my violated typography she came up to me n was like 'teacher is tw the same as china?'#or like 'is taiwan a part of china' sort of thing. similar enough you get the gist. n i was like. confused for a sec bc like.#that felt like a rather political question to be asking! anyway i was like 'what? no.' n i was surprised when she was SHOCKED #she was like 'WHAT? [repeats question more insistently]' n i was like 'no. it is not.'#n i guess she had been having an argument w/the tw kids bc they came up excited like they'd won an argument #n they were like 'teacher is from taiwan ofc they [know? will say? forgot specific wording] tw is tw & cn is cn'#n it reminded me of similar arguments i had w/one of my peers i had in middle school o(--(#ALSO. i saw the kids playing this one clapping game called 'pikachu' that apparently only exists in our direct area #n i was like 'omg. the children still play pikachu'#i say 'apparently only exists in our direct area' bc i have asked friends who went to school in the NEIGHBORING DISTRICT who had NO IDEA #what the HELL i was talking about. i found EXACTLY ONE RECORD of its EXISTENCE online!!!

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ghostboyjules · 1 year

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feeling very much like the 'it' in Hozier's 'It Will Come Back'

#I was gonna end this with 'today' but tbh I've felt that for a WHILE now.#don't let it in with no intention to keep it.. don't be kind to it.. honey don't feed it.. it will come back #jules.intothevoid✨#I would have said the 'me' but... feeling less like a me and more like an it. Idk #that song is an act of violence

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a-very-fond-farewell · 2 months

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it’s time for (*checks notes*) THE SADS 👯😥👀😔💅🏻

#sneaky niki #lamb loose liveblogging #not my sads (for now at least) but SDY’s #we are digging more into his family background #tbh I’m not gonna delve /too/ deep or make up complicated scenarios about his relatives #I want to keep it mostly unsaid #I’m sure there are really uncomfortable and traumatic stuff happened to him in his youth #like. clearly #but he’s so used to violence and fighting that him being /aware/ of how fucked up some things in his past are seems a stretch #especially bc of his current mental situation in my fic #like. I personally became aware of how disturbing my own childhood has been only at like.. 25?#and bc I got help to figure that out?#imagine never being exposed to positive and welcoming role models #SDY sure can say that worked like a charm (sarcasm)#so yeah. the sads #tough writing session today. it’s 6am let’s go #if you are sad today please have something nice to eat or drink today #or clean your room #I did that yesterday and felt much better #also drink some water #and unclench your jaw #take care :)

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astroterf-ed · 3 months

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not to be corny but tags

#the butch oldest sister female whatever haunting by memories of the times you’ve failed to protect women from male violence #violence mostly in the sense of intimidation by force #today my roommate was talking with this guy and he started yelling at her and slammed his glass on the table before storming out #like a guy she knew well and had hung out with a lot before #and like there’s that instance bc even if it wasn’t like physically harming her it’s still definitely physical intimidation #and then that brought back memories of the way my dad treated my sister #like i was only two years older #idk what i could have done #i didn’t even have to words to describe why it felt so bad #like to be clear my dad never touched either of us it was just intimidation #but still that’s scary when you’re a kid #that post abt ‘when men slam doors break your stuff invade your boundaries etc it’s a threat of force it’s them saying #i could hurt you if i wanted to’ literally figuratively changed my life and raised my consciousness btw #i asked my roommate if she was okay and she was like yeah thanks for checking in #but like that doesn’t really do much #what if i killed you[man]. what if i pushed your face on the ground until you said you’d act human

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inkskinned · 10 months

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at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME #there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing #and the writing is what i need to be doing #writeblr #this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to #edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol #i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!!#my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means #i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her)#hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong #i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet.#i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse #i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!!#i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO #i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness #and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it #im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us #i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer #and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art.#i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work #even if it means being miserable #but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.

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notanation · 8 months

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I think I forgot to mention that I snuck away on holiday a bit ago, but I'll be returning in a few days. And also? The ocean is just as seductive as everyone says it is, that is all.

#I can't speak for other aces but I for one constantly experience bloodlust. // writer speak.#the third secret to life is sometimes violence really is the answer // tbd.#I am presently hanging out on the Oregon Coast you see #and where a LOT of my ancestors were sailors I felt like I needed to experience actually being out on the ocean not just the shore #I am actually sad to be back on land #also???? I didn't get sea sick but I DID get sick when I went back ashore and everything felt different and Wrong(tm) gdhejbdfd #and. She was reasonably calm today but uhhhh #what still came to mind is the bit in Black Flag ( novel ) where Edward talks about getting his sea legs and how much fun it was #completely understandable #also ALSO the amount of fish I've been able to wolf down out here is divine #not able to socialize much tho bc I am being driven to savagery ( wild chimp flavor ) by my grandparents that I will not willingly speak to #so if anyone has tried to talk to me during this time know that it's not you. It's the scent of blood and the sound of fools in the air #I will get back to you when my mind returns to civility

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sellenite · 6 months

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cherry blossoms 01 pairing: virgin!Choso x fem!reader contents: phone sex, mutual masturbation (f! and m!), JOI (m! receiving), Choso's first orgasm, praise kink (but in the softest way possible), friends to lovers, soft-smut word count: 1.9K MDNI | 18+

virgin!Choso who met you shortly after he met Yuji. He was wary of most people, but he thought your eyes were kind and pretty, and your voice was soothing and soft as you introduced yourself to him. He blushed when you asked him what his name was and he told you, still a little nervous. And then you smiled up at him, so sweet and bright, and told him yours and he swore it became his new favorite word.

virgin!Choso who started spending more time with you, because you made him feel safe. He was used to violence, used to being treated like a weapon by the people who had claimed to be his “allies.” But everything felt different with you. You helped teach him about the world, helped him to understand himself. You were patient and gentle, warm sunlight on the cold, barren existence that had been his life for so many years prior.

virgin!Choso who liked hearing you laugh more than anything. Sometimes he would make you laugh on accident, sometimes on purpose, but he didn’t really care either way. He liked watching the way your eyes creased at the corners, sometimes the tip of your nose. He liked when he made you laugh really hard too, when little tears would roll down your cheeks and the sounds of your giggles would be cut off by your panting. He made you laugh really hard today when he so innocently asked about something he had heard Yuji say to Megumi:

“Yuji was talking about something called ‘sloppy toppy’… Do you know where you get that from?”

You swore you were going to die of asphyxiation from the way your body convulsed and curled in on itself. Choso didn’t understand what was so funny, but he smiled as you wiped tears from your eyes.

virgin!Choso whose eyebrows knitted together intensely when you told him what “sloppy toppy” meant. He understood the basics of sex (as in he knew that it was how humans reproduced), but he had never experienced the desire for it or feelings of lust. But this new vocabulary word had introduced so many questions he had never considered before; how sex could just be for pleasure, how many different ways you could have it, what it felt like... The blush on your cheeks darkened as his questions turned more intimate, letting his genuine curiosity guide him.

“The first and most important thing about having sex is that you feel safe with the person you’re having it with,” you explained to him after a while of answering his questions.

“Safe like how I feel with you?” Choso asked you softly, looking into your eyes with his deep purple ones. You felt your breath catch in your throat, your cheeks blushing pink. You nodded softly, but gently changed the subject.

virgin!Choso who couldn’t help but go home that night and think about everything you had taught him. He thought of your pretty eyes as you explained everything to him in your soothing voice. He thought of the way your soft lips looked when you smiled or how they glistened when you wet them with your tongue. He laid in bed and felt an unfamiliar pressure in his pants, almost as if he was in pain. He shifted around, trying to get the feeling to go away but it felt like all he could focus on was his dick. He lifted up the waistband of his sweatpants to look at himself, seeing his cock resting stiffly against his stomach, swelling up as fluid leaked from the tip of it. He groaned low in his throat, suddenly wishing you were there with him in his room. He wanted you to be there to help him; to explain in your soft, sweet voice what was happening to him, why his cock was so hard and why it was dripping so much.

virgin!Choso who called you because he just couldn’t take it anymore and he didn’t know what to do.

“Choso? Everything okay?” You asked him in your sweet voice, slightly concerned because it was almost 1:00 AM at this point and he usually didn't call you this late.

He swallowed a lump in his throat as he held the phone up to his ear with one hand, the other pushing the waistband of his sweatpants down to free his throbbing cock. He groaned at the feeling of the fabric brushing against his sensitive balls as he shifted them down.

“It’s so hard right now and it keeps leaking… I don’t know what to do,” Choso’s deep voice whined over the phone.

“It’s-? Ohhh…” You felt your breath catch in your throat as his words sank in, sitting up in your bed as you heard his needy tone. You bit into your lip, feeling a steady ache between your thighs building at the sound of his voice alone. You took a deep breath as you collected yourself the best you could.

“Umm, well… Sometimes the best way to make it go away is to make yourself cum,” you explained softly, feeling an odd mix of embarrassment and arousal at the same time. Choso was your friend, and he was calling you so innocently about his problem, he probably didn’t even realize how erotic it was.

virgin!Choso who did in fact realize how erotic it was when hearing your soft voice on the other end of the line made his cock twitch.

“I don’t know how…” Choso groaned softly in response to your suggestion, watching the fluid leak from the tip of his aching cock and drip onto the bottom of his stomach.

You squeezed your eyes shut at the sound of his voice, simultaneously tensing your thighs together as your own need grew rapidly. You bit your lip as your next response bounced around in your head for a few moments before you answered.

“I could… Tell you how… If you want,” you offered softly, your voice like a sweet whisper in Choso’s ear. Choso nodded quickly as his hand gripped onto his phone a little harder.

“Please,” he said softly, and it took everything in your power to not moan at how hot his husky voice sounded when he was so desperate for you.

virgin!Choso whose phone was now on speaker as you guided him through how to touch himself. He wrapped his large palm around his girth, groaning in pleasure as you told him to use the leaky fluid from his tip to slide his hand down his length. He listened obediently, his breath shaky as he followed the rhythm of your voice, telling him to slide his hand down… up… down… up… down… up…

He couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper as your voice controlled his every movement, feeling his hips twitching, jerking up into his hand instinctively. The sounds were so erotic: his whimpers through the phone; the soft, wet sounds you could hear coming from the movement of his palm over his skin. You were trying so hard not to touch yourself, your thighs squeezing together impossibly tight as you bit into your lip to suppress the urge to moan back in response to his whiny breaths.

“Squeeze your fist a little tighter when you get to your tip, Choso… Does that feel good?” You asked him, your own breathing getting a little heavy from trying to remain composed.

“Yes… Yes… Feels so good,” Choso whimpered as he fisted his cock on the other end of the line. You let out a soft moan of your own. You didn’t even remember moving your pillow, but there it was, in between your legs as you humped your aching, panty-clad pussy into it.

virgin!Choso who heard your soft moan and he almost came on the spot, his breath stuttering as he heard your angelic voice sound so lewd.

“D-do that again… Please,” he begged softly, increasing the pace of his hand as his hips thrusted up into the tight grip of his fist. His head was tilted back into his pillow, eyes almost closed, his lids so heavy from pleasure. You could envision all of it now as your own eyes squeezed shut, grinding into your pillow a little harder so the seam of the casing rubbed against your swollen clit. You heard the wet sounds of his fist sliding up and down his shaft and you moaned a little louder as you rubbed your clit into the pillow.

Choso whimpered as he heard your moans through the phone. He could feel a coiling pleasure building in his lower body quickly now, every thrust into his fist making him feel even more desperate. The sounds he was making were breathy and frantic as he braced against the dizzying pressure of the newfound sensations. His body was acting on pure instinct, pushing himself rapidly towards an unknown edge.

He whimpered your name out and you knew he was close. Your own arousal only increased as you imagined it was him you were humping so desperately as he whined beneath you. Your fingers slipped into your panties, sliding into your soaking hole as you rocked against them, moaning loudly as you felt your own climax building.

“K-keep stroking your cock for me, Cho… Want you to cum nice and hard for me, okay?” Your voice was breathless and punctuated by your own soft moans as you heard Choso groaning and whimpering in agreement as he loudly fucked into his fist. His back arched as he thrusted his swollen cock up into his palm, wishing it were your hand, your mouth, or the space between your thighs that he now realized he was longing to see.

virgin!Choso who sobbed your name out as he came into his fist, fucking up into his hand as ropes of his warm cum shot out of his swollen cock and fell back onto his hand, his abdomen, his thighs... His balls were so heavy—his thick cock twitching with every spurt that released from his slit—and his hips jerked up as he painted his body with his seed. He whimpered as it kept coming, his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut as he panted and moaned loudly. You could hear him whine louder from the other end of the phone, as you brought yourself closer and closer to your own climax.

“So good, Choso… You did so good,” you praised him breathlessly, your own body leaning forward as you moaned into the phone. You rolled your hips furiously into the pillow, bolstered by his desperate whimpers as you came around your fingers. You whined for him now too, riding out your own high as Choso’s breathing slowly returned to normal on the other side of the phone.

virgin!Choso who broke the silence first.

“Did you… Did you cum too?” He asked breathlessly, plump lips parted slightly as he stared up at his ceiling, eyes still half-lidded as he came down from the high of his first orgasm.

You swallowed as your body relaxed into your bed, pillow still trapped between your thighs.

“Um yeah, I did,” you laughed a little nervously. The reality of what just occurred between the two of you was sinking in now that you both had climaxed. There was some silence on both ends as you both breathed heavily.

“Good,” Choso said softly, smiling up at his ceiling. “Maybe next time… We could do it together?”

virgin!Choso who would not be a virgin for much longer after that night!

PSA: thank you so much for reading <3

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