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a-b-riddle · 2 months

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A Simple (Mis) Understanding Chapter One: Location, Location, Location

John

"MacTavish," It had been about three months since the 141 had returned from our last OP. It had been a rough one and, although, we had all come back alive, we didn't come back unscathed. And we all had to thank a pretty little IT 'expert' to thank for that. Stupid fucking Omega...

"Usually I'm the one calling you. To what do I owe the pleasure?" I threw back the amber colored liquor, finishing the last of my latest bottle. It seemed all I had in my free time was drinking myself into an early grave.

Good.

"Care for a hunting trip, Cap'n?" Johnny's tone was playful, which was almost always never a good sign. MacTavish could seek out trouble like a bloody bloodhound.

"What d'ya have in mind?" I humored. I had come home to a sedentary life style. Any ideals I had about settling down, extinguished. I wasn't as young as I used to be, but I'm still too into the fight to retire now. So whatever Johnny had in mind, surely must be something worth at least entertaining.

"A pretty little flower." He says and I swear I can almost hear the see the smirk on his face. "Stands at about five foot three. Has a knack for stabbing a man in the back right after suckin' 'im dry."

Daisy.

"You got a lead then I take it?" I try to stifle the anger as I feel it beginning to bubble. Every Alpha instinct is telling me to track, hunt, kill. Before, every biological urge I had toward our flower was to protect, keep, and fuck until she forgot her own bloody name. Now, I wasn't so sure I could stand the sight of her long enough to get the answers I wanted-- needed-- before absolutely tearing her to fucking shreds.

"Aye." He confirmed. "Wanted to see if you were up for it before I called the lads."

"How polite."

"You're still, Cap'n." "And I know you had more..." There was a shift in his tone. Unease as he tried to find the words, but couldn't. He couldn't. None of us could. Because none of us could describe what had happened with Daisy. Betrayal is too gentle of a word, too short and modest of a word to describe what she had done to us; hell, me. Johnny cleared his throat. Clearly uncomfortable and wanting to retract the beginning of whatever statement he had intended on making. "Join me to settle an old debt, ye?"

I didn't need to think twice about Johnny's officer. An opportunity to finish what we started back in Austria. I didn't regret stopping Johnny as much as I did not getting the answers I needed before the little bitch disappeared like a damn thief in the night. Now was the chance. Not only revenge for what we had been through, but the betrayal she had put us through. Jeopardizing not only the 141, but the few loved ones we had. My mum, MacTavish's sisters, Garrick's entire fucking family and the little solace that Simon had. A peace of mind knowing if he wanted to start living again, he could. All of it was almost lost.

"You got eyes on our-" No. She wasn't ours anymore. Not our girl. Not our flower. Sure as fuck never our Omega. "On her."

"I got an address." If he noticed my pause, he didn't say anything. For that I'm grateful. I can't be weak again because some of doe-eyed little Omega. One who whispered sweet lies about how good my knot felt and all the things she wanted in life. Things we-I- wanted. "Had an old contact have her name pop up. Hen is too fucking dense to make sure to use an alias especially considering she stayed on our side of the pond."

Don't really plan on going home after this. Not really anything waiting for me back there except some student debt. She had hid the pain of having no family well, but, now after everything, nothing seemed genuine. Every kiss, every touch, every smile and laugh she had thrown my way was now tainted.

Now it was time to bury it all.

"I'll call Garrick." That was all the confirmation Johnny would get out of me. I didn't want to seem too eager to finally get my hands on her. I needed to be collected. Level headed. I was the Alpha. I was the one my team looked to for guidance. I had already failed them once. I damn sure wouldn't be doing it again. "I'll let you convince Riley to come along."

"Lettin' me call in the boogeyman?" Johnny was smiling again. Could fucking hear it in his voice. He was the one who had probably fallen the hardest for the little bitch. Indulging him in soft touches and soothing his temper. Probably the same reason he had put a barrel to her forehead the moment she had admitted to it.

I was going to tell you. She had tried to excuse her delay as if that were the issue. I just didn't know how to tell you. But can you blame me? Yes. We could. And we did. For the shitty last seven months. For the constant worry all of us had for having to pull our mind out of the mission to worry about what was going on back home.

Her tears didn't save her. Only until Laswell came in raising an absolute bloody stink. Claims of how the very audacity to potentially injure an Omega on her team could cost her career. Fuck her career.

"Send me the details." I pulled another bottle off the shelf. Promising myself it would be the last one I had until I finally pulled that weed of a woman out of existence. Killing her meant I could finally move on. Find someone, certainly not a fucking Omega, to settle down with. I could heal from the heartbreak I would never admit to. It would be the ending that we all needed.

"Will do Cap'n." Johnny didn't wait for my dismissal before he hung up. He was just as ready for a hunt as I was.

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jonillaa · 10 months

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hi !! i rly like ur blog!! can i request bf!jo x f!reader when he’s fingering(++ eating her out) his s/o for the first time? (both inexperienced!!) also i feel like jo won’t use pet names (also outside bed lol he’s not that type of guy ig) but will say sometimes ‘cute’ so pls add this as well !! thanks<3

FANTASIES ┊ asakura jo

PAIRING ┊ jo x f!reader

GENRE ┊ smut

WC ┊ 1055

WARNINGS ┊ fingering , pussy eating , not proof-read , reader lives in an apartment building (this will be useful later i promise) , lowercase intended!! (lmk if i missed anything!)

SYNOPSIS ┊ the day seemed to drag on forever, with you dressed in his shirt and tiny shorts. jo couldn't get enough of the sight - you looked so small and delicate in his shirt, and his thoughts couldn't help but wander. he tried so hard to focus on other things, but no matter what he did, his fantasies would get in the way.

A/N ┊ ilysm for requesting this becuz omg.. 😣 jo + fingering AND pussy eating ?!:$;!:! i can not. i had wayyy too much writing this el oh el !!

"jooo, what are you staring at?" you playfully ask, flashing a cheeky smile. immediately, jo snaps out of his trance, averting his gaze to his fidgeting fingers.. "n-nothing." he stammers, his words barely audible. you can't help but chuckle. seeing jo easily flustered was one of the things you liked about him, and you lived for it.

"come onnn, what are you thinking about, hm?" you encourage, urging him to share his thoughts. "im not thinking about anything.." he murmured quietly, before looking back at your mischievous smile. but jo's your boyfriend, so of course you know he’s lying. "i won’t say anything." you reassured him, you were so desperate to know what wild imagination he had going on in his head.

"you-you just look so small in my shirt.. it’s like i can handle you in a swift..." he uttered, his voice barely above a whisper. the mere thought of it had your mouth watering. you could sense that he was vividly imagining it, knowing the way he was shifting his bottom half, and swallowing the accumulated saliva in his mouth with a gulp.

"i-i wonder how’d it felt, if i fingered you..." jo unconsciously utters, his mind taking the lead. a sudden wave of realization washes over him, causing him to leap in surprise and instinctively cover his face with his hands. that sudden embarrassment emitted a whine from his lips. causing you to burst out in laughter. "i wouldn’t mind finding out." and those words stuck onto jo, already noticing his growing boner.

there you lie on the soft bed, your body exposed while jo remains covered. admiring your already dripping heat, staring for an uncomfortably long time, causing you to feel self-conscious. "is something wrong..? you’re staring-" he cuts you off. breathing out a "you’re so beautiful." trailing his fingers up to your thighs to caress the flesh, before traveling to your heat to cup, his thumb, itching to go stimulate your clit, but he couldn’t bring the courage to.

"its okay, jo. i promise, you can do anything you want." and that was his last straw, anything he wants? you know he’s going full on out due to his excitement. with no hesitation, his thumb is laid on your clit, massging the bud with small tender circles, emitting a moan from you. the rest of his fingers, sensually gliding up and down, collecting slick on his fingers, before diving two fingers in your cunt already.

moans escaping your lips as you throw your head back, gripping onto the white bedsheet beneath you. the stimulation of his fingers thrusting in and out and his thumb circling your bud? it felt like what people would describe as euphoria. you bit your lip to suppress your loud moans. there were other people here in the building, you couldn’t risk the noise complaints.

"am i doing good..?" he curls his finger at the ends, hitting the sweet spot of yours while you arch your back, almost cumming on the spot. "f-fuck..yes! so good..." you pant out, tightening whenever that spot of yours was touched. his fingers were so long it almost filled you up, reaching the deepest parts ever. continuing with his thrusting and massaging, he couldn’t help but want to taste you. what did you taste like? his mouth would become watery at the thought of drinking your juices up.

a couple more thrusts and he finally pulls his fingers out, making you whine out. the glistening slime caresses his fingers, a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. "j-jo, why did you stop...?" your voice trails off as jo lowers his head to your heat, his hot breath intoxicating. not long after, he kitten licks up your drooling pussy. the wet muscle cirlcing and sucking on the bud, and it makes you feel a joy of bliss. this new sensation was drinving you crazy as he kept on with his suckling and licking.

moans escape your lips once again, and your body shudders from the overwhelming pleasure. your back was arching into an impossible angle right now. as he grabbed your thighs, wrapping them in his arms, pulling you in closer than you already were. his nose hits your clit as he laps up the juices that were spilling out, making visible wet patches onto the white bedsheet. it was as if jo was already experienced in this part, he licked the right parts, where it had you moaning the sluttiest. your body quivers as he inserts his tongue in.

he loved your scent, the taste, the feeling. it makes him all so excited, he doesn’t even let you calm down, or take a break. his hand, traveling down onto his tent, a wet patch forming on the tip, precum smearing on his sweats due to the excitement. he shifts the bulge around to subside the pain it was giving him. but to him, this was already enough, eating you out felt like heaven to him.

"a-ah! wait jo...slow down! i’m–gonna..c-" you couldn’t even finish your sentence as he flicks his tongue upwards. hitting the same sweet spot, causing you to moan in ecstasy. instinctively grabbing onto his hair locks, tugging and pulling. scratching his scalp even. you can't even utter a warning before your juices flood out, drenching his face. but jo, already ahead, licks and drinks every drop, swallowing with a satisfied sigh. he gently licks away the traces from around his mouth.

to him, you looked so cute like this. your cunt had soaked the bottom of his t-shirt, he felt so proud of himself. however, his realizations forced him to go back into his shy nature, acknowledging that he had allowed himself to get too carried away.

pants and deep breathes escape your lips, trying to catch up. your chest is heaving up and down as you can hear a groan from jo, drawing your attention to him. seeing his flustered red face that he’s once again covering with his hand. "i-i’m sorry y/n-did i get too carried away?" he mutters, and you let out a small giggle. "a little bit, but it felt sooo good." prepping yourself up with your elbows to meet his eyes, before letting that sweet smile of yours grace your lips. he loved your smile, he loved it so much he couldn’t help but get excited again. "then can i.. do that again.. please?"

#&team #&team scenarios #&team x reader #&team smut #asakura jo #asakura jo smut #asakura jo x reader #jo x reader #jo smut #&team jo x reader #&team jo #&team jo smut #jonillaa

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zerobaselove · 8 months

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zb1 as date ideas, fall edition ♡

pairing: zb1 x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: alcoholic beverages in jiwoongs, reader wears a barbie costume in ricky's but its still gn! lowercase intended, not proofread

notes: i am so rusty guys i am so sorry,, but ohhh this was so lovely to write. i know not all of these are explicitly fall themed or whatever but ITS FINE,,, i hope u all enjoy it as much as i enjoy fall bc ohh im so excited <3

jiwoong ;

"and this here is one of our specialties," the vineyard tour guide explained as he poured samples for both you and your boyfriend jiwoong. "it's a dry cider, so it's got a bit more of a refreshing taste, much more similar to an apple wine."

jiwoong swirled the cider in his glass for a moment before taking a sip, a pleasant expression crossing his face at the taste, urging you to try it as well. as the drink passed your lips, you couldn't help the sour expression as the bitter liquid hit your tongue. "not a fan?" jiwoong giggled at your childish palate, and you only shook your head.

"you like that?" you say in disbelief, "i feel like it's not as sweet." you pouted slightly, missing the previous sweet cider you had tried that was right up your alley. he couldn't help but smile and ruffle your hair. "i'll get you some of the sweet cider before we leave, yeah?" a smile spread across your face as you nodded.

you turned to the tour guide once again, "what's next?" the man chuckled at your eagerness to move on, watching jiwoong down the rest of his drink before moving on. the guide started to explain the next drink, describing it as a middle ground between the sweet and the dry ciders, and you found yourself being pleasantly surprised by the drink.

soon enough the two of you were walking out of the vineyard hand in hand, jiwoong laughing once again over your reaction to the more bitter drink. "listen okay, i just like sweet things." you jokingly huffed. "that's why you like me, right?" jiwoong smirked, earning a smack on the arm from you followed by a laugh, "yeah yeah, that's why i like you and the bottle of cider in the bag."

zhang hao ;

you don't remember choosing such a gory film for your movie night with your boyfriend hao. sure, you wanted something scary, even if both of you weren't the greatest with jumpscares, but it was that time of year. the leaves had started changing and so in your mind, it was halloween, and your movie choices had to reflect that.

that being said, not even 30 minutes into the movie and you had given up, opting to bury your head in your boyfriend's neck as he barely peaked through his fingers to see the screen. you tried to tune out the shrieks blaring through the speakers, focusing on the scent of your boyfriend's cologne, or the feeling of the new sweater he had just bought. but it was no use.

"i know i picked the movie but, can we please change it," you pouted, remote in hand. "don't have to tell me twice." hao chuckled, finally at ease now that the movie was paused. you scrolled through the selection of movies for a bit before settling on a fan favourite.

"the nightmare before christmas?" hao questioned, letting out a smile, "much better."you smiled back, finally getting comfy as you laid your head on his shoulder, readjusting the blanket that covered your legs. "i thought so too."

hao placed a small kiss on your temple as the movie started, letting his hand grab ahold of yours as the familiar tune of "this is halloween" played through the speakers, a much better alternative to the earlier screams.

truthfully, you didn't last long through the movie. the combination of the warmth radiating from your boyfriend as well as the cozy blanket covering you had knocked you out before the credits rolled, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

hanbin ;

"sung hanbin, where are you taking us?" you chuckled, eyes trained on the orange and red leaves surrounding you as you made your way further into the countryside. he only smiled, turning down the music on the radio before grabbing your hand as he kept his eyes on the road, "you'll see."

you simply shook your head at the vague nature of his response and looked back at the passing trees, humming along to the quiet radio. as curious as you were, you honestly wouldn't mind if hanbin had driven you around in circles, as long as you got to spend this time with him.

soon enough you had driven into a small town seemingly in the middle of a forest. the trees that surrounded the road had been cleared out and replaced with small business-lined streets and people walking their dogs in the chilly autumn weather. you couldn't help the questioning look on your face as he pulled into the parking lot of a small hole-in-the-wall coffee shop. "welcome, y/n" he smiled, opening the door for you, "to my very first barista job."

a smile quickly spread across your face as you connected the details of the small shop that you had heard about through hanbin's reminiscent stories. the small dent in the wall from where he had accidentally hit the wall with a piece of equipment he was moving, or the dusty chalkboard that he would get to draw the specials on every day. this was like a second home to the boy, and you could see why. the cozy atmosphere was more welcoming than you had expected.

"hanbin!" an older woman behind the counter called out, catching the attention of both of you as a wide smile spread across hanbin's face. "hi mrs. lee!" the older woman, who you now learned was the infamous mrs. lee, smiled at the two of you, "and who's this?" she inquired, "oh hi mrs. lee! i'm y/n" hanbin took your hand in his, "this is my lovely partner, i thought i'd show them my second home."

"well it's a pleasure to finally meet the person hanbin's been talking so kindly about." you smirked, turning to your now blushing boyfriend. "mrs. lee~" he playfully whined. "you talk about me?" a hint of curiosity laced your voice. he sighed, squeezing your hand, "can you blame me?"

matthew ;

"matthew?" you called out, faced with rows upon rows of fruit-bearing trees and no boyfriend to be seen. "matthew~" you dragged his name out, "where are you?" but alas, no response.

after a few moments of silence, you feel something hit your foot, glancing down you see that an apple had rolled and hit you. you chuckled as you picked up the fruit, your line of sight raising as you look down the row of trees to see your boyfriend standing there, holding in a laugh. "strike!" he yelled, jogging over to you with a basket full of bright red apples.

"you know i was almost worried about you for a second there." you playfully hit his arm, "you just disappeared." he let a sheepish smile pull across his face, "sorry 'bout that," he grabbed your hand with his free hand, leading you two down the path, "but what really could've happened, death by apples?" he chuckled, shaking his head.

"listen," you started, mindlessly swinging your interlocked hands, "i've seen the wizard of oz, apple trees can be brutal." you were stopped in your tracks as matthew planted his feet in one spot, pulling you in close. "well i'm right here my angel," he placed a kiss on your lips, a smile spreading across his lips in the process before pulling away, "and it's gonna take a lot more than a sentient apple tree to take me away from you."

you chuckled at the seriousness behind the rather silly sentence, "that's gotta be the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me, matthew." you let a chuckle escape your lips as you continued walking. "well you know," matthew let out a laugh of his own, "i'm quite the romantic."

taerae ;

bonfires were perfect this time of year, at least to you. the bright flame complimented the changing leaves so well, not to mention how nice the warmth was in the chilly fall nights. so you couldn't think of a better way to spend your evening than you were right now. you and your boyfriend taerae sat in chairs by the fire.

the two of you could talk for hours if given the chance, whether about something at work or a fond memory or really whatever came to mind. the conversations never seemed to lull. and right now, the topic of conversation was a song taerae had been working on that seemed to be stressing him out.

"can i hear what you have done?" you asked, smiling at the opportunity to hear your boyfriend's sweet voice. he nodded shyly, running inside to grab his guitar from the living room. after a few moments he had returned, guitar in one hand and a blanket in the other, handing the latter to you. "it's getting chilly," he smiled before sitting down and getting situated.

as he started strumming the first few chords, you found yourself swaying to the melody as he hummed the missing lyrics that had yet to be written. even in moments like this he still managed to sound angelic, and you found yourself getting lost in thought, wondering how you got so lucky.

"so that's all i've got," he let out a heavy sigh as he shook his head, putting the guitar down beside him. "all you've got?" you exclaimed, "taerae, you don't give yourself enough credit my. love."

he couldn't help but blush at the compliment, his hand quickly waving it off, "you're too kind, my dear. thank you"

ricky ;

after what felt like an eon of begging, you had finally convinced your boyfriend ricky to throw his ego to the side and come pick out a halloween costume with you. and you would be damned if you let this opportunity go to waste.

that is how the two of you ended up in the back of a spirit halloween, back to begging for your boyfriend to come out of the changing room. "it can't be that bad ricky, c'mon." you exclaimed, looking down at your outfit, the cop to his robber costume, though you hadn't seen his part yet as he paced in the closed off room.

"fine," he sighed, slowly opening the door, revealing his large frame covered in black and white stripes with a mask covering his eyes, looking like the robbers straight out of the sims 3. you stifled a laugh as you glanced over his figure. "my little criminal," you cooed, getting a scoff in return. "how is it fair that you look nice and i look like this." he let out a dry laugh at the situation.

"let's try the other one then!" you smiled, turning back to your changing room where one other costume stayed hung up. you couldn't help but smile as you looked at the bright pink outfit adorning your body in the mirror.

this time, you didn't have to beg ricky to reveal the outfit, finding him adjusting the shirt in the mirror outside the fitting rooms. "hey ken~" you dragged out, watching his face light up as he turned around at the sound of your voice. "hi barbie," he smiled, grabbing your hand to pull you in, standing next to him in front of the mirror.

"i think these are the ones." he exclaimed, and you couldn't help but nod in agreement, "the ken to my barbie."

gyuvin ;

if someone were to hear the situation going down between you and gyuvin right now, you were sure they'd assume someone was being killed, and in a way someone was, or rather something. two poor pumpkins sat on the table next to a bowl full of their insides, which gyuvin had now decided to grab a handful of.

"DON'T YOU DARE GYUVIN!" you shrieked, running around to the other side of the table, away from your boyfriend's pumpkin gut covered hands. "c'mon give me a hug!" he smiled, almost menacingly as he outstretched his hands to reach you from across the table, only narrowly missing you.

"keep you and your gross hands away from me," you laughed, though only half joking, "i don't want to smell like pumpkin for the rest of the year thank you." he only laughed as he placed the pumpkin bits back into the bowl on the table, sitting down to return to carving eumppappa's face into the pumpkin.

in a false sense of security you sat back down next to the boy, hopeful that you'd be able to finish your pumpkin in peace. but there was no such thing as peace with your boyfriend. in your focus on the carving in front of you, you failed to notice the way your boyfriend had gone eerily quiet, until you felt something be placed on your head. "a hat." gyuvin said simply, grinning ear to ear, hands covered in the contents of the bowl.

"kim gyuvin, you didn't" you carefully turned your head, trying not to knock off this new "hat" he had given you. he tried to keep a straight face at your cautious actions, "but i did." a laugh escaped his mouth as he picked up the pumpkin off of your head and putting it back in the bowl. "oh it's on." you mumbled, grabbing a handful yourself and mirroring his earlier actions, plopping it atop his head. and just like that, the night-long pumpkin war had begun.

gunwook ;

"y/n," gunwook smiled, tugging on your hand like a little kid, "let's go ride the ferris wheel!" you chuckled as you jogged to keep up with your boyfriend gunwook and his long legs. you two had spent all day running around the fair, trying new foods and petting cute animals, not to mention riding every ride you could imagine. but now the sun was setting and you were both winding down, so the ferris wheel sounded perfect right about now.

after waiting for a few minutes in line, you and gunwook finally got a seat in a bright purple basket. "i've had a really good day," gunwook smiled, grabbing your hand from across the basket. you took your eyes off the surrounding area, looking at your grinning boyfriend, mirroring a similar expression. "i did too wook, even if you totally cheated in the corn maze."

he shook his head, a laugh escaping his lips. "it's not my fault the corn was shorter than me! and besides," he paused, looking at you, "if i didn't, we never would've gotten out of there." he wasn't wrong. with your sense of direction, you would've been walking in circles for hours. "that's true," a comfortable silence came over you as you both admired the view below you.

"y/n look!" you turned back to the boy, a confused look on your face as you waited for him to continue. "we are stopped at the top!" both of you smiled from ear to ear, you had both hoped to get to stop at the top, but knew the chances were slim. yet here you were.

"aren't we lucky?" you exclaimed, taking in the setting sun and the way it lit up your boyfriend's skin. it only took a moment for gunwook to feel your eyes on him as he turned to you, a shy smile across his face before he leaned over, placing a soft kiss on your lips, keeping your faces close enough for you to hear his whisper.

"i really am lucky."

yujin ;

you and yujin weren't exactly the bravest people in the world, both having to be convinced to go to this haunted house in the first place. "it's fine guys, we will all be there together!" your friends had convinced you. you had almost thought for a moment that it wouldn't be so bad, that was until it was just you and yujin walking through the dark halls of this building.

you weren't sure how, but somehow early on, you and yujin had gotten separated from the rest of your friend group, and had been left to fend for yourselves. your false sense of hope quickly diminished as you heard the screams of other people up ahead.

"it;s fine yujinnie, we will just keep our heads down and blast through this, no big deal." you said, trying to convince yourself more so than him. "yeah, no big deal." he repeated, letting out a pathetic laugh as his eyes lowered to the ground in front of him. the plan was working until one of the "ghosts" had silently walked beside you, sticking their face in your line of sight. sure, you knew it was just makeup and prosthetics, but that didn't stop a scream from ripping from your throat and your hand instinctively grabbing yujin's.

yujin froze at the action, though you assumed it was just from the ghost appearing. what you didn't know was that your action had become the perfect distraction for yujin. no longer could he think about the creepy atmosphere or hear the screams of other people, his brain too focused on the feeling of your hand in his and the fact that at some point, you'd have to let go.

soon enough, like the light at the end of the tunnel, you both had found the exit, picking up your speed as you jogged to the glowing sign, dragging yujin along, hand in hand. once you had escaped the haunted house, you turned to the boy, wrapping him in a tight hug, "we did it!" you cheered, the boy joining you in the cheers.

"you made it!" your moment was interrupted by your friend's remark. "yeah and to no help of you," you joked, grabbing yujin's hand in yours again, "you can all thank yujin for letting me get out in one piece honestly." the statement caused the boy to flush a deep red, so much so that he didn't notice the way your cheeks mirrored his. maybe tonight hadn't been so bad.

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ouidamforeman · 1 year

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This may make me look like an idiot bc I can’t articulate myself BUT!!!!!!!! Big Queer Good Omens meta incoming

I want to talk about This Neil Gaiman ask for a minute because I figured out why I really like his blanket response to this “discourse” a lot but still somewhat disagree on the nuance, and why fandom attitudes about this bother me much much more than his open ended response like this one

Under a read more because im going to get Insane

First of all this is going to be riddled with my own viewpoints on queerness as a transmasculine nonbinary person who reads too much theory so if u disagree please be polite lol

So like. To begin with I really don’t think Neil is obligated to understand these nuances or even comment on them, let alone explain them to fans desperate for validation, so the fact that he’s been able to answer so eloquently is pretty impressive considering how vicious fandom is. But I want to specifically talk about what I think he means here and why that seems to bother fandom so much sometimes, and how fan interpretation of these ideas he presents can get Really weird and interesting imo.

In my view, Neil is answering this from a Doylist perspective, as in like. To the real life human audience, angels and demons are inherently queer because they don’t fit into traditional human definitions of genders and sexualities. This especially comes across in his insistence that Aziraphale and Crowley aren’t gay because they aren’t human men, but they ARE queer. This literally just looks to me like him saying “yeah so no angels and demons fit into these categories so they’re definitely queer from our perspective but I understand ‘gay’ as being two men and i don’t think that fits because it’s narrow” and while I disagree on some nuances here for reasons I’ll get into I think this makes total sense as an author describing how, from his perspective, an audience is intended to view these nonhuman characters.

However, I’m much more interested in a more Watsonian explanation of how A&C are queer, one that’s much more relativistic and honestly not something I expect Neil to go over every time he gets another ask about this???? My opinion has always been that A&C choosing human queer masculinity is significant and that it gives evidence to them being nonbinary, transmasc, gay, ace, aro, anything that people headcanon really. Because they are presenting themselves as queer in a HUMAN way in universe imo, which makes them queer not just by the standards of the audience but by the standards of other angels and demons in the story? I think that the fact that they were created as sexless and genderless and then CHOSE human gender presentations, whether nonbinary or not, that reflected themselves, and then them being in love with each other in a human way IS what makes them queer, not Just the idea that an angel without a gender or sexuality/romantic or other relationship orientation is inherently queer from the average human’s perspective. People who just want them to be Human Cis Gay Men are really missing this idea I think.

The thing is though. And I don’t think this is Neil’s problem to solve or whatever, nor does it mean “stop liking that angels and demons are genderless”. The thing that annoys the shit out of me. Is that fandom, even queer fandom, took Neil’s Doylist explanation of celestial beings’ gender status and just didn’t think any further about it. To this day people insist that A&C MUST be nonbinary forever just because they’re an angel and demon and were made that way. Like literally just inventing Fantasy Biological Essentialism again which is annoying as hell to me, another nonbinary person. Again, the fact that they were created without any sense of gender or biological sex and then chose any humanish gender for themselves at all whether nonbinary or not is what makes them queer in universe I feel. I think the “they’re an angel and demon so they’re inherently nonbinary and can’t be anything else” is shit tbh.

To reiterate, I think Neil is responding about this from a Doylist perspective aka “to the real life audience all angels and demons are queer because they don’t fit into human genders and sexualities” but I am focused much more on the Watsonian idea that A&C are queer in universe bc angels and demons can choose their gender presentations like humans can and everyone else hasn’t figured it out bc they haven’t been on earth to figure out what gender even is. I feel fandom gets weird about this because lots of people still see gender as something solely internal and inherent, when I genuinely don’t think that’s all it is. It’s internal feeling, external projection/behavior, and both of those as a reflection of social experience all at once. The feelings and internal sense of Knowing your gender or lack thereof is inherent to your self identity, but your gender is also informed by what you understand genders as, and what presentations you understand and have access to! Aziraphale and Crowley can be Human Genders because, because they’ve been on earth, they 1)know what gender is, 2)can see those feelings reflected in themselves, and 3)through that understanding choose how to present based on their feelings! They don’t just have to be genderless celestial beings in the sense angels are if they don’t feel like it anymore! They can be like “oh actually I’m a queer man” or “oh I’m nonbinary but in the way that I’m among humans and I’m not a man or woman.” I just feel like only considering them queer from a human or angel perspective but not both is sort of undermining the themes in the text against bioessentialism in favor of the instant validation of “oh they’re angels so they must be nonbinary.” Perhaps having any human gender presentation is queer to the average angel. Our internal feelings and sense of self knowledge as queer people is inherent. How we act on those things and assign meaning and labels to them can be anything! A&C can be anything they feel like! They don’t have to be the classic celestial beings above gender! I feel like they would love and have fallen into human gender customs just from so long on earth, and that doesn’t mean they can’t be nonbinary or agender. It means they, as a part of humanity, saw and understood human genders and realized what gender they were in relation, whatever you headcanon that to be. And that’s more queer than “god made them without sex and gender so I guess their species makes them inherently one thing”!!!!!!

#good omens #book omens #neil gaiman #good omens meta #go meta #queer #idk guys. Just really not liking the biological essentialist takes in queer fandom especially #why did u have to make up biological essentialism for fantasy creatures. please #I don’t blame Neil for this btw literally chill about him who cares #anyways lol

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hi hi! im really really struggling and i was wondering if you could write a fic where reader is super sick and weak, chan normally cares for her but he's away so he leaves changbin and minho on care duty? and maybe even felix?

i dunno, im super sick and weak myself so my brain is a bit messy😰 😰😰😰

a.n: hi honey! im so sorry this took me so long!! i hope you’re at least feeling a bit better now 💕

“are you sure?” chan says, hesitating as he laces up his sneakers. “i can stay. i can cancel my meeting, reschedule-”

“chan. hyung. go.” changbin says, pushing chan towards the door, steadying him when he stumbled but insisting nonetheless that he leave. felix nods encouragingly, sitting next to your bundled up form on the couch. you can barely even feel the blanket that chan had burritoed you into hours ago from how long you’ve been sitting like that. you can barely think, let alone speak, otherwise you would be pushing chan towards the door right alongside changbin.

“okay! okay.” chan says, finally twisting the doorknob open to step outside, only to be met with minho, one hand poised to knock and a convenience store bag full of medicines and soup and snacks in the other.

“thank goodness, you’re here,” chan says, wrapping minho in a tight bear hug for a second before scampering off, leaving changbin and felix with indignant scowls and minho with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“hi, honey,” minho coos at you as he walks through the door, kneeling by you and feeling your forehead with the back of his hand. the convenience store bag is left forgotten for a second, his attention on you, as if you were one of his beloved cats. you can’t say you hate the attention, minho always made you feel cared for in a way that no one else ever had. “how are you feeling?”

“bad. fuzzy.” you say, not knowing how else to describe what was happening to you. you had woken up in the middle of the night, sweating buckets but shivering at the same time, burning hot on the outside and freezing cold on the inside. you felt like your brain was working at 5% of its normal capacity, you felt absolutely delirious, your emotions were dialed up to a 10, and you just wanted to cuddle with chan and let him soak up the bad feelings until they went away.

but therein lies the current predicament - chan had a big meeting today, one that he couldn’t miss. as much as he wanted to stay with you and you wanted him to, you knew he couldn’t, so he texted his members to see which ones were free to take care of you while he was gone. felix and changbin entered minutes later, not easing his anxiety at leaving you alone one bit. it wasn’t that he didn’t think they cared for you, because he knew they did, it was that these were the most overzealous members that could have walked through the door. they were a bit overbearing, a little too loud, a little too unsure of their actions no matter how much they intended to help. they didn’t have the nurturing nature of minho, or the caring personality of hyunjin, or the level-headedness of seungmin, so you could understand his relief when minho materialized.

“sounds like not a lot of fun, hmm?” minho’s soft voice infiltrates your thoughts, bringing you back to the present. his cool hand is still on your forehead, and you find yourself nuzzling into it, making a noise of content and closing your eyes. “let’s get some medicine in you and you can nap for a bit, how does that sound?” he says, gesturing to felix to get water for you and for changbin to pop open the pill bottle of tylenol that he brought.

“i brought some with ice and some without, i didn’t know which?” an eager felix says, entering the room with two tall glasses of water, one sweating with condensation.

“good, yongbokkie,” minho says, taking both and leaving the iced one on the table as changbin deposits two pills into your hand after sitting on the couch next to you. “one for the pills, and one for when (y/n) gets thirsty later.” he guides your hand to your mouth, helping you lethargically tip the pills in before raising the cool water to your lips. once you swallow the pills, you slump back into the couch, exhausted after just sitting up for a minute.

changbin fluffs up a pillow for you and places it in his lap, gently guiding your head down until you’re laying sideways, and felix plops himself back on the couch by your feet and places them in his lap, massaging them gently. the movement made you dizzy and lightheaded, but minho’s fingers brushing your hair off your forehead and changbin and felix’s light touches help ground you, until your breathing slows into sleep.

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you wake hours later to chan’s gentle voice in the room talking to minho, making your heartbeat sing at the thought of your person being back with you. opening your eyes felt impossible right now, so you let out a soft whine and unfurl your hand from where it was fisted into the blanket, hoping that he would hear you. it seems that he did, since he was at your side in less than a second, gripping your weak hand in both of his and kissing your knuckles over and over.

“hi, love,” he croons into your hand. “did these boys take good care of you?” you hum happily in response, feeling a little more lucid than you had before.

“mmhmm”, you say, finally prying open your eyes to meet his shining ones, full of endearment. “min made me soup and fed it to me. lix rubbed my feet. changbin looked pretty.”

he giggled, and you smile back, feeling better already.

which helps, because he became sick two days later, and you got to take care of him this time.

soft hours

#stray kids imagines #bang chan imagines #soft #changbin imagines #lee felix imagines #stray kids fic #stray kids fluff #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x reader #skz chan fluff #bang chan fluff #bang chan x you #bang chan x reader #chan x y/n #chan x you #chan x reader #stray kids x oc #stray kids x gender neutral reader #stray kids x you

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pettydollie · 1 month

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♡.˚ ୨୧ ｡˚ ♡.˚ wild - m.s

summary: you leave your boyfriend to go on a hiking trip. you- on a hiking trip. this leads to matt thinking you're gonna leave him.

warnings/notes: lowercase intended, matt's pov (i suck at first person so i apologize), guys this is literally the scene from "gilmore girls: a year in the life", NOT PROOF READ, cursing wc: 1.6k

*this story is told from matt's pov :)*

5 years. thats how long ive been with my girl, yn, and i wouldnt have it any other way. life is great, fabulous even! im incredibly happy. i thought she was too- that was until sunday afternoon.

i sit in the kitchen, signing cards for our 6 million merch. i let out a small smile just thinking about the milestone. yn walks in wearing her puffer coat. she plops a large backpack next to her on the floor. i look up from the table. things have been weird these last few days, to say the least. she was becoming.. distant? it's just weird because "distant" is never a word i'd use to describe our relationship. but we have never ever felt so apart.

"hey." i take off my headphones, looking up and down at her attire and the bag by her side. she takes in a deep breath. "im going away." she states bluntly. she bites her lip gently, clearly waiting for my response.

i stare directly at her while her eyes wander off in the distance. blinking before dryly chuckling, i respond,“whaddya mean? you’re leaving?” i drop my sharpie onto the table, turning my body to give her my full attention.

"i'll be gone a while. probably like a couple of weeks." she stands nervously, twiddling with her fingers like a child being scolded though matt feels as if he's the kid. a look of concern draws itself over my face. "baby, what is this? what's going on?" she doesn't answer for a moment. instead she takes in a breath.

“i’m gonna do Wild.” she states like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. i almost want to laugh. this has got to be a joke. “w- huh?” i sputter, rubbing my temples. she repeats, "Wild." i pause, thinking. then it hits me, "ohh you mean the movie?"

"the book. the movie took liberties, the book is pure, so.. book." she nods, finally deciding to drop her hands at her side. i guess my face still has that weird confused look because she emphasizes, "i'm going to the place. the pacific crest trail. and i'm going to walk it." i snort, even though i tried not to. "you mean hike?" i correct and she simply rolls her eyes. "are you serious? that trail's 2,000 miles long!" i stand up while using my hands to speak.

she grins, "i'm not doing the whole thing, silly."

i began to list all the factors of nature, her muttering an “i know” after every one. “bu- it's a trail“ “i know” “it's outdoors.. in nature.” “i know” “there's dirt, bugs, animals!” “mosquitoes, rivers” "i know" "you have to carry your own backpack! by yourself." "i know"

it pauses while i think of even more things she won't like. but then i remember, "you haveta sleep on the ground. the dirty ground, sweetheart." "i know." "you cook your own food" "i know" "you boil your own water" "i know" "you get your water from a stream" "i know" "that's in nature!"

"i know, matt. i know what's out there." she sadly smiles, beginning to fidget with her fingers again. "wow.. so. you're still gonna go? you're not joking?" my voice cracks. she shakes her head. i sigh and sit back down to bounce my leg under the table. "why?"

tears well up in her eyes. she's holding them from falling, standing her ground. "because.. i need to. it's now or never." she whispers, concluding the conversation before grabbing her backpack and walking out, leaving me alone and bewildered.

"god, who cares?!" i snap at my younger triplet, chris. it's been a week without my yn and i'm dyin. i dunno what's going on and i'm sick of it- sick of everything. chris sits down next to me, snatching my phone that was previously in my hands and throwing it on the couch. i groan, dropping my head onto the table. "jesus, man, what's going on?" he nudges my shoulder.

"it's yn. she's doin' wild."

"the movie or the book?" chris answers and i scoff. "what?? they're two different experiences." he tries to reason, but i just give it up. "the book. yknow, i jus-- i can't understand why. she's doing wild. she just left and bought some hiking boots."

"cute hiking boots?" chris chuckles. that cracks a smile out of me. "nah, real hiking boots. that you can hike in. and she did this after, uh... well. it's uh been.. weird. i mean, my girl, y/n l/n decides to hike the pacific crest trail to figure some things out, what the fuck?"

it's quiet for seconds. chris' mouth forms a straight line. but i already know what he's thinking. after a defeated sigh, he mutters, "it sounds like she's leaving you."

two days after my conversation with chris, i stand in the kitchen feeding yn's puppy. i stroke his fluffy head with a sad frown on my face until i hear the door open. i stand up immediately with my eyes widened. there she is. yn walks in carrying her heavy backpack on one shoulder. "what're you doing here?" i ask, surprised. i take a step towards her but she lifts her free hand up in defense. "don't come near me!"

with my eyes still wide, i let out a "why?" and she walks further into the kitchen. "because.. i smell. every part of me smells. i didn't even hike! and i stink. i showered, even. and i came back home," she explains while dropping her backpack into one of the chairs. "i haven't even been near a cactus for hours and apparently all you have to do is simply think about hiking and boom, you smell."

i cut in, "you didn't hike?"

she shakes her head, not even looking disappointed. "nope, they wouldn't let me. i tried. i forgot things and.. whatever. i didn't hike. but the thing isss.!! i didn't go to hike. well, i did, but i just needed to figure something out. and i figured it out! which is great because-" she rambles and my eyes drift to the floor, knowing what's to come. i try to brace myself but i can't. i can't let her go.

she's still going on.. babbling about coffee and hills, but i couldn't take it anymore. "stop!" i yell out, holding both of my hands up. now it's her turn to be surprised as her eyes go big. "i know what you're doing, yn."

"you do?" she asks, sounding happy for some fucking reason.

"you're going to leave me! and i just have to tell you, it's a big mistake." i put it out there and her face drops. she shakes her head from side to side, her mouth opening. "wait- matt-" i interrupt her. "i've seen the signs, i've seen them coming for months. your bolting signs- yknow the distance and then suddenly you're doing Wild?? like seriously? hiking alone with nothing else to do? no music festival or hello kitty booth, just you and nature."

"i don't care what anybody says, space is never a good thing. there, i said it." i point my finger at her accusingly. she tries to butt in again, muttering, "matthew hold on-"

"no! we have been through too much together, you and i, okay? listen, i know things aren't perfect, i'm not perfect, and there's been some issues. i am not unhappy. i am not unsatisfied. you think i'm unhappy and unsatisfied, and i can't convince you that i'm not! i mean.. this.. right here-" i motion towards me and her, who is standing absolutely frozen. "-is all i will ever need. shit, i never even thought it would happen! and i thank my fucking lucky ass stars every day. i know i'm not the easiest guy in the world to build a life with and.. and share a house with, but there is no one who will be more here for you than me!

"i will never leave! i will never think about leaving. i will do whatever it takes to fix what's wrong. i'll- fuck- i'll go to a therapist or some shit, i'll quit youtube if that's what you want! i'll give you back the entire closet, i don't need it! i only took that half because you insisted i do.. i don't need it, take it."

she frowns. "i don't want it." "well it's yours, take it." "i don't need it!" "yes you do! you need it! you need the space and I NEED YOU. damn it, yn! we have been through so much. but we made it here! you can't leave, sweets, please." i completely break, raising my voice and expressing my deepest feelings without even hesitating.

all i can hear the cars honking outside for a good ten seconds. yn has tears gushing down her pretty face with the most beautiful smile spread across her lips. "matt.. i think we should get married."

oh. i furrow my eyebrows. "but.. i-i thought-" i cut myself off, fucking shut up. i run out of the room to a closet by the front door. i pull out the engagement i ring i bought a year ago, quickly dusting off anything on the velvet box before walking back into the kitchen. she lets out a small gasp, wiping the hot tears from her eyes. i grab her hand, kissing it softly. then i get down on one knee.

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@stargirlsturniololover @junnniiieee07 @mattsneezing @freshloveee @freshsturns @emma4eva @r6diosturns @matthasmywholeheart @donthugmeimhot @blahbel668

#𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸 #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x fem reader

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poopingonthefloor · 10 months

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Davesport is Toxic NOT abusive

(((WARNING: PRETTY LONG POST UNDER THE CUT.))) I've seen some people making the claims that Davesport is comship/proship (ok well i've more seen people bitching about it) and im tired of the Davesport slander so this will be an analysis of their relationship. My motive isn't to force anyone to ship it or anything- i really dont care what you do with your life, my frustration is just when people try to make up REASONS why they don't like the ship, even though its literally canon (and not badly written). My main point is -- You can hate what you want. You don't need a reason, and it doesn't need to be bad just because you don't like it. But I will not take any slander on their ship nor any slander of people who like davesport. Davesport is absolutely toxic-- No DSAF fan would disagree. They are literally child murderers with little to no souls and literally are physically disfigured to the point they don't have the capacity to feel proper humanity anymore. You cant expect 2 men who live their lives willingly murdering and then partying in vegas to celebrate on repeat to be gentle and kind to themselves or anyone else.

However, its NOT abusive. I've seen multiple people (mostly from twitter screenshots) claim that Davesport is abusive or the way people portray it is in a fetishy or romanticizing way of abuse, when that's just not the case. I don't blame a lot of people, since a lot of it comes from reading context and intent of the artist, which not everyone is good at-- BUT I'm here to assure you that MOST people don't intend to do that much and just like to portray how their dynamic is canonically like or portray Daves obsession with Jack. Another argument I've seen (by a twitter screenshot...) is that people are comshipping Davesport because people draw Jack annoyed a lot at Dave when...thats not true? That's just Jack's personality, first off:

(From the Dave x Reader fanfic by Directdoggo)

"Jack is a bastardman not very touchy-feely. We can see this in many scenes, where Dave more or less says “I love you” and Jack responds with deflecting humour, or outright scorn. When Dave says it for the final time, this time, Jack tries to say it back, but can’t outright, only getting out: “Why is this so hard?” and “I hope you can find peace with what you’ve done.” Which Dave understood the meaning of. (Hey, better than Henry (LEGACY Jack) hearing “I love you” and proceeding to tear Dave limb from limb, huh?"

(Directdoggo describing Jack's personality)

I know it can be a little confusing to some people, but as someone who struggles with similar issues, just because he struggles to express intimately doesn't mean he can't love anything. Sometimes people are just different and communicating like that doesn't come as easily, even to the people you're closest to. To make it as easy as possible to comprehend-- He's quite literally a tsundere. (Minus the exaggerated ridiculousness in anime) He loves Dave, he just cant bring himself to say or act like it. The dismissiveness or rudeness in response to Dave's affection is not abuse, it's just a defensive response since he doesn't know how to say it back. (His way of being "shy") -- Also note its important that Dave UNDERSTANDS this about him by that point.

However Jack isn't the only thing I've seen regarding the claims that their ship is abusive-- and to debunk all of those I'm going to explain the three points that keep Davesport from being abusive, and I'll use Henry x Dave (which is what I'll call it to prevent it getting confused for FNAF willry) as an example alongside it since its super obvious why that one is messed up. Firstly, They are both bad people. By this point, Dave and Jack are murderers. It's just not surprising that they will be willing to kill each other at at least some point, considering they are willing to kill 5 year olds without remorse- and they'll both deserve it. It's only their own faults that they teamed up with the other, and it's meant to be the ultimate irony when Jack becomes even worse than Dave by "An ending". My point is- they're bad people. It's not like they're owed perfect company or would choose wholesome people to hang out with when they're literally both child murderers. Dave wasn't evil and didn't want to kill by the time he teamed up with Henry (and even after it was Henry's fault), so by that point his suffering was absolutely undeserved.

Secondly, They're lacking any specific power dynamic. Unlike Henry and Dave- whom have several levels of "Age, Father figure, and Employer", the most important one is that Henry is Dave's abuser. He manipulated him and purposefully harmed him both mentally and physically, whereas Dave never had any intention of doing either because Dave loved him and didn't want to lose him (because he had nobody else) This obviously much different with Dave and Jack, whom other than being taller and several years older than (which you can argue their 6 year age gap is weird but they didnt get to know each other till they were both older than 30 so by that point age difference doesnt rlly matter and (also theyre "mentally" like 24 and 22 canonically anyways (as much as I usually hate that argument)) Other then that they are only co-workers. This is a bit more arguable during DSAF 1, where Dave comes across more threatening and comes across like he's manipulating Jack, but I don't exactly count that because I wouldn't say theyre "shippable" or in their "situationship*" by that point (but also because them even being a ship was barely considered by the creator at that point obviously)-- whereas Dave is certainly more easily recognized as sincere to Jack in DSAF 2. Jack also is not someone who is afraid to defend himself against Dave, as shown by the fact he's willing to call out Dave's ridiculous behaviors (which is reasonable of him to do).

(Also from the Dave x reader fanfic) (I just think this specific screenshot debunks any sort of "power dynamic" claim)

My Third and Final point: There is a CHOICE involved I haven't really done much Dave defense in this post, but his defense is very simple: He is literally physically unable to comprehend guilt or conscience. Dave didn't want to murder anyone in the first place, but it was Henry who fucked with his (literal) head so much to the point he stopped being able to feel guilt. He doesn't care about murder and doing wrong because he CAN'T care. You can't really let that reflect Dave as a character when he's really not in control of himself in the first place. Now with that, that doesn't change the fact he could certainly affect and hurt people, and it's fully up to Jack as to whether or not he wants to deal with this purple man's freakish life choices and hobbies or not. And that's honestly super dependent on the ending you decide to base Jack on. Most people see the 'canon' endings to be: Gnarly ending (DSAF 1) -> An ending (DSAF 2) -> Good ending (DSAF 3) Where in all of these, Jack DOES choose to deal with Dave and basically is completely cool with murder. You don't have to follow those endings if you don't want to, but that's just typically what the modern "Davesport" is known for, but its what I'm using for my defense (considering this is a defense of both fandom and canon Davesport.) Though as opposed with Henry and Dave- Dave had no choice. Henry only ever manipulated him into thinking he did, and Henry made sure to feed this whole 'we will be a family' ideal into Dave (who never had one) so that Dave would be terrified to lose him. Jack never manipulates Dave (when teamed up with him), and Dave never manipulates Jack (tho arguable in DSAF 1 as well). They stay with each other despite all of their issues, and I believe its due to some co-dependency (imo I think Jack is also obsessed with Dave just in a different way before DSAF 3) Which isn't healthy, but not...inherently abusive.

I believe my main three points kind of cover the most of why I dont consider Davesport to be inherently a bad ship, but like I said- if you don't like it, none of that matters anyways. You dont NEED a reason to like something, and I wont try to convince you why you should ship something because I like it. Just don't hate it just because of what someone else says-- 90% of the dsaf fandom aren't comshippers, and Davesport isn't gross or "toxic /neg" just because it's not healthy. I think "Don't fetishize/romanticize literal abuse like its normal or sexy" and "We should explore more complicated and unhealthy dynamics" can and SHOULD coincide with each other!!!! I think Davesport is great because of how bittersweet it is that these two people finally found solace and acceptance in each other but couldn't get past the self-sabotaging nature of what Henry turned them both into, ultimately making it impossible to work out forever. I think embracing the Davesport makes the (kind of aged) trilogy a lot more enjoyable of an experience and I DO encourage any davesport skeptics to keep an open mind. [Pretend I wrapped this up super nicely I can never do that--- Also this is open for conversation and/or debate, and also yada yada my bad if i said something randomly terrible I have extremely poor social skills lol let me know so I dont do it again yada yada] *Also if anyone doesnt know a situationship is (at least in the context im using it in ive heard other definitions for it but its not a real word so i actually dont care) when 2(or more) people basically treat eachother like lovers but they never communicate this outright and dont technically officially date but like they treat and commit to eachother like a partner would) (So its kind of what all those people who playfully flirt and call each other their spouses as a commited running joke are in)

#this might have gotten a little messy by the second half but i've spent so long on this the words have lost their meaning #could you believe this is my second draft #ill make a tldr...#dsaf #dayshift at freddy's #dave miller #jack kennedy #dayshift at freddy's 2 #dsaf dave #dsaf dave miller #dsaf jack #old sport #dsaf old sport #dsaf william afton #dayshift at freddy's jack #dayshift at freddy's 3 #dayshift at freddys

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hey. i dont like doing this. and i dont want to be a tumblr bitch who's wrote a callout before. but i cannot in good faith continue posting in the same community as this guy and allow him to pretend to not be genuinely a sicko. but @/bloomingduskk (who im sure will change urls after i post this is. a prosh.ipper radq.eer trans.d alongside a plethora of unfavorable unethical things. most of which being too personal to share, but enough left for me to be uncomfortable with my own silence. tw for like fucking everything lol

I never wanted to be in this position, or ever have to be the author of something like this. I am not a confrontational person or someone who enjoys drama, i’m entirely someone who goes out of his way not to get involved in such things, but due to my past public friendships with this person, and his tendencies of covering his tracks and lying about me and my friends, i feel as if it would be cowardly of me not to at least issue a warning about this user, and hope my message is conveyed well. If this was solely a personal gripe, I would not come out with a doc publically, I have no intentions of being petty, and am purposely leaving out a lot of petty issues and things that have been done to harm me personally. I only intend to talk about the actual dangers he promotes, and provide counterclaims to the narratives he tends to enjoy putting out.

Before going further, i will be addressing him by his url, or nothing at all, as i will not be calling him by the japanese name he chooses to go by as a white person. It is against my morals. I hope that my decision doesn’t make this document more confusing than it needs to be.

--- bloomingduskk uses Japanese names as a white person, and has done so for a while. He currently uses the name “maki” , and for the last half of 2023, went by Kaede, despite the fact that i firmly told him not to due to it being cultural appropriation multiple times, and each time he gave me an excuse, before continuing to do it. This is not a targeted attack against him, as he has said before in regard to being told not to use a japanese name, but something that i would condemn no matter who the person was. He identify(s)d as transracial. No matter the mental health issues you may have, the entire concept of “transitioning” into an ethnic minority is racist and entirely unacceptable. Here was his response to that.

And here is him self describing as transracial, and his pinned post on his old radqueer blog

^^ his discord at the time, which i and many others have personal dms with, matched exactly with his radq.ueer blogs. he cannot fucking say this isnt him i will go insane if he tries to deny this shit. He has spoken about me under the guise that I am stalking him, despite never having me blocked on anything but an old art account, and also the fact that I have gone out of my way, due to having severe morality ocd, not to scroll through or look at his content. All screenshots were provided to me secondhand, and not from my own devices, due to how severe this situation was for me, a person with ocd who he knew has ocd. At the time of these screenshots, i specifically requested my friends to block out his usernames so i didn't obsessively compulsively make myself feel sick scrolling through his blogs. (the screenshots in question here are not mine, i own a samsung galaxy, this ui does not match. I added my own annotations to the second image though.) VV his self identification as a proshipper + some stuff he had on his propara blogs (heavy tw)

^^ the first image here is in repsonse to an extremely long and thought out message my friend sent him during this period to this specific blog of his when it still existed.

his response to this was full of lies and empty promises and excuses, and plenty of vapid words he has taken back. i dont see a point in including what he had to say about this purely because he was lying through his teeth.

his twt account was probably the worst thing of his that was shown to me. i do not want to include screenshots of the things he would retweet as they were all sexually explicit imagery and posting of pedophilia, rape, beastiality, severe abuse, loli/shota content, and general dangerous and exploitative philias. i do not want to make that content more reachable to anyone than it already is . this account has been deleted. but i have been given screenshots of him posting his art there. along with the most tame thing i think he posted there. yeah

a lot of the harm he has done to my friends and i is extremely personal, far more personal than i feel comfortable airing out on a public blog that i've worked hard to distance a public personality from. so, i am not willing to spend time slowly outlining every single lie and harmful action he has done. that would make this post impossibly long, and i dont have the stomach to retrigger myself in this way. this has taken me two months to write, as i am deeply bothered by it and this entire event with him made me the sickest i'd been in a long while. do not fucking harass him. block him. im certain he's going to send himself anon asks pretending to be stargloom rabid fans or pretend to be my friends or whatever but all i want is for him to stay the fuck away from me and my friends and spaces where he pretends he isn't into vile shit. block him. dont interact. dont send him anything. just be careful of this cunt . i refuse to let him walk around as if he hasn't happily and enthusiastically promoted the most vile content one can enjoy.

im sure he's gonna scramble after this and probably start spewing revolting shit abt me which hes done at every single turn after me being upset. but he cannot pretend like nothing happened forever. thanks.

#long post #starspeak #jesus christ. now i gotta fucking trigger tag this shit #tw inc*st #tw pedophila mention #tw sh #tw zoophile mention #tw unsanitary #i already said this but DO NOT harass him please just dont interact w this sicko or engage w his work #i know he will send himself anon asks its his favourite game but genuinely. dont do that. thanks #this is rebloggable please do if u can i dont like how he slinks around in the dgr fandom all innocent #tw r4p3 #bruh i cannot keep up w these censored tags #i will probs rb this throughout the week bc i want . this to be known #i am leaving this up because i dont want this to be ignored or forgotten about .

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sunlightandsuffering · 3 months

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NEEDY MIKASA REVERSE SMUT!

Idk if this will ever see the light of day tbh, I was trying to write needy omega Mikasa bc I read reverse again but Idk if i made her TOO needy, like perhaps this is a different omega MIkasa bc idk if she fits reverse i was gonna have her really be omega brain, fucked out but idkkk y'all. IM JUST EXPERIMENTING LMK WHAT U THINK

Her heat, Mikasa comes to find out, is something that cannot be explained.

No, it can only be experienced, words could not even begin to describe the feelings that overtake her in the hours after Eren bites her. It feels like anything and everything all at once, tastes like the salty sweat of his skin tinged mixed with pure desperation. Her whole world narrows to one thing alone: Eren.

She’s never felt such intense desire, such despairing need to have someone else. She aches everywhere he isn’t, every inch of her he doesn’t touch, doesn’t kiss, every second he’s not inside her is torture of the highest order.

And god, she’s so hot, her whole body on fire, and it’s barely been ten minutes since he was last around. It’s strange, she used to consider herself an alpha, acted with all the intensity and confidence that came with the class, never bowing down to anyone, a blatant refusal to submit. And even when she’d first learned of her omega status she hadn’t lost that attitude, hadn’t become the weak needy little omega that most would expect of her.

But now, here, at this moment she embodies every omega stereotype there is and more, docile, submissive, needy, dripping with the evidence of her desire, her cunt sodden with slick, just waiting to be taken again.

But worse yet, she doesn’t care.

She doesn’t give a flying fuck, because giving into this is everything she never knew she needed.

She adores it, pities all the alphas that look down on her because this is bliss.

Her mind is blissfully, beautifully blank, no worries, no concerns of mating, there is only Eren. How he’ll take care of her, how he’ll fuck her next, breed her full, make her take his knot over and over again. She sighs blissfully, toeing at the edge of consciousness, and already she aches for him, to be full again, to have him stretch her out on his knot.

Fuck.

A sound escapes her, a needy little whine as she finally opens her eyes, and her breasts ache, her pussy throbs, her every sense attuned to him.

Where is he? Her brain has been rewired, and dimly Mikasa realizes heat sick is a concept she’s barely begun to grasp, because this is heat sickness, this innate, intense desire to be fucked, filled up, ruined for other men. “Eren?” She calls, and she’s shocked at the raspy lustful way it comes out, the seductive lilt, every part of her intended to seduce him, just how nature intended for it to be.

A ripe, fertile omega for a worthy alpha, so where is he?

Her call is met by only silence and Mikasa fumes at being ignored, disregarded, how her alpha could leave her like this, so vulnerable, wanting. She slips from the bed in nothing more than a cream-coloured sheet that barely covers her breasts. She’s not phased, the chill barely registering, her brain hardwired to find him, tingles of electricity zapping through her, radiating out from the tender bite on her neck. “Eren,” she tries again, her voice coming out desperate, whiny, foreign to her own ears, but it’s so much, so hard to behave differently when everything inside her craves him, like an addict going through withdrawal. It’s not fair, where is he?

Tears prick her eyes as she steps into the kitchen, she needs him, everything feels raw, her breasts tender, aching for his touch, the delicious soreness of her cunt, only a cold reminder that he’s not inside her anymore. She feels weak, unfulfilled, “Please,” she whispers, one last plead. Mikasa can barely stand it anymore, her sheet falling away, parting to reveal her full breasts, and touching them is all she can do to relieve the gnawing ache inside of her.

She massages them softly, wishing for bigger hands, rougher ones, that might tweak her nipples, or a warm mouth to suckle at them, worship her properly.

Her other hand slips greedily down to her pussy, just to touch, to tease, to feel what Eren had been so enamoured with. She cries out at the first touch, finding herself deliciously wet, her slick already soaking the sheet below her. She allows herself only little touches at first, knowing somewhere deep within that this should be left to her Alpha, that he will surely be upset if he were to find her like this, and yet the temptation is too sweet.

Her eyes roll back into her head at the first hint of penetration, her index finger slipping in just a little, and she’s delighted at how easy it is, knows her cunt is probably glossy with their combined essence.

A brief glance confirms it, and she’s giddy at the sight, pretty white leaking from her pussy, spread over every inch of her slit, just as it should be.

She trails a finger over her soft nether lips, pressing it back inside where it belongs, her whole being delighted with it.

Mikasa is delirious with the sensations, not enough to compare to Eren, but just enough to take the edge off, to make it bearable until her alpha comes back.

And that’s how Eren finds her, fingering herself in the kitchen, eagerly awaiting his return.

Thankfully, it takes about 0.02 seconds for him to do something about it, to take care of his needy omega the way she should be.

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An ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)

Thanks for tagging me @cutestkilla @ivelovedhimthroughworse @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @valeffelees @emeryhall @monbons @thewholelemon @whatevertheweather @aristocratic-otter @bookish-bogwitch @orange-peony @shrekgogurt @wellbelesbian @theearlgreymage @ic3-que3n - I definitely shouldn't be procrastinating writing because I'm overdue but I'm a sucker for a good Q&A.

1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s):

I technically have a handful of WIPs I haven't given up on posting but I'm not actively working on. Après la Pluie, le Beau Temps is the one I'm actively working on. I'm in the planning stages with All the Lonely People which is a fic I'm planning to cowrite with @cutestkilla my beloved. Then I have Sober, Water Grey, Close Your Eyes, and A Mild Case of Madness (yes I haven't given up on AMCOM I was actually thinking I'd try and finish it up after I'm done posting Après)

I don't actually work on more than one fic at a time but I also had like a flood of ideas once I was done writing Someone Wicked and that's why the pile of WIPs. Also I was trying to do discovery writing and realized that I hate it.

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

Why is this so hard???

Okay. Um.

Roommates who (pretend to) hate each other + alcohol induced vulnerability = publicly getting off with each other on a stranger's couch in the middle of a rager, probably to the dulcet sounds of goosebumps by travis scott.

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it?

Amazingly my current WIP doesn't really require much bracing. But I am still intending very much to complete Sober (working title) which I talked a lot about last year. That would come with warnings for grief, alcohol and sexual assault. Which makes it sound so much worse than it is, but then again I always think that my writing isnt actually that sad but then i have people telling me i ripped their heart out of their chest and chewed on it so im not a good judge of that. i will say it definitely has more jokes than my usual fare.

4. 🧭An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)?

I am very decisive when it comes to titles, so I genuinely cant think of anything. I guess Sober, because I'm not sure that's the right title for the fic because it's not about addiction. It's about drunken hookups (and like, definitely some alcohol as a coping mechanism but like, mostly just uni students partying and going too hard as they are wont to do) so I was thinking of making it longer like "Kiss Me When You're Sober" but I dunno. It's not even close to done so I don't have to decide yet.

5. ⚠️Which WIP you're most likely to finish or update next?

Après la Pluie, le Beau Temps is the fic I'm actively working on and I'm going to post this guy next come hell or high water. It's just taking me a while, I'm a bit burnt out. But things they will come.

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

All my documents are the fic titles so nothing really fun there.

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP.

“If you’re going to do this, do you actually trust him? After everything he’s done to you. Everything you’ve done to each other.” I sigh. “I don’t know.” All the things I’ve always believed I hated about him feel different now, filtered through a new lens. His relentlessness, his sharp edges, his poise. The way he moves across the pitch, and plays his violin, sweet-toned and sorrowful. The singe of his magick. “I just … see him,” I say quietly. “And I know I want him. The way I’m supposed to.”

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP.

I don't know, I don't think I've scrapped any ideas for this WIP yet? Actually, I think earlier on in the planning I had wanted to have Niall and Dev being absolutely gross with their PDA through the whole thing, but I ended up writing a completely different side-story for them that's genuinely a ton better. Basically, they were a gag, and now they have an actual arc.

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

Gonna mirror Dre here, we have been planning a fic to cowrite but we both have other fanfic obligations to fulfill first, so it's a little bit on the backburner until we are both freed up. Again, to parrot her, it's a canonverse AU based on a movie we both adore, older (late 30's) strangers to lovers, a ghost story but in a cathartic way, not a scary way, developing relationship. We have a shared trello and I can't help but daydream about it. I am so very very eager to start working on it in earnest.

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on?

One, actively. Two if you count the fic with Dre which we occasionally can't help but get into long discussions about.

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

I am currently writing a genre I've never written before which has just been a little daunting. As well as this first chapter has zero simon or baz, probably, and THAT is hard too. But it has to be that way. For the setup. It just means I'm having to learn how to write a lot of side characters in a way I haven't done before, like Niamh and Niall (since i have a bit of experience with agatha and dev)

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send.

Everyone deserves so many many kudos.

Tags! @hushed-chorus @run-for-chamo-miles @j-nipper-95 @noblecorgi @facewithoutheart and @stitchyqueer <3

#tag game #artsyfic

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littledollll · 1 year

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Well hello lovely, I adore your writing so much so I was wondering if I could request a Comfort fic of Mortica(from Wednesday) x ShyFemReader where she’s so known for pda and a lot of physical affection and reader isn’t against it loves it actually but it usually super touch starved so doesn’t know how to react sometimes in public?

Also I know she isn’t on your character list so if she’s not someone you want to write for your welcome to switch it to Larissa instead!

Much love ❤️

Fireworks

Morticia x shy!reader

A/n: thank you and thanks to my friend @v3nusxsky for helping me with brain storming on this. I love Morticia so I hope i did her justice!

Warnings: nothing, just fluff

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Morticias hand reached out to yours the second you were out of the house. Bringing your hand up, she placed a kiss on the back of your hand and one on your cheek once you started walking. Just a normal stroll around the town, you’re doing very normal domestic stuff with your partner so why is your heart beating out of your chest!

Everyone knew how touchy Morticia could be. It’s common knowledge that she seems to lean towards showering her affections with physical touch. This has never been an issue with you, infact it’s one of the things that made you fall in love with her, even then it’s not something you get used to quickly.

You don’t dislike it, completely opposite of that. It flusters you, and you don’t know how to react to all the affection, much less in public or when Morticia could take it a little far. She never failed to make your face go red and your heart stop for just a second before it started beating wildly.

“You do that a lot, darling.” Came Morticias soothing voice, she stated a fact but made it seem more like a question. “I- Do what a lot?” you breathed out and looked at her for clarification. “You pause. Whenever I touch you, I’ve come to notice you seem to pause, get in your head for at least a second.”

You didn’t know it was actually noticiable when you did. You looked at her with a shy expression which made her chuckle and lean her head on your shoulder as you walked. “I think It’s adorable, don’t get it confused. I just.. wonder why. Would you tell me, darling?”

“I’m not sure, maybe because I’m not really used to all the affection. It’s- it’s really nice though, I have no complaints really. Sometimes it feels a little overwhelming-“ you stopped to think about how that really sounded and immediately felt the need to clear it up, “In a good way of course! Um, like fireworks.”

She stopped on her tracks and pulled away to look at you, a sly smile adorning her face. “Like fireworks you say?” You wished the ground would open and swallow you whole, blush creeping up to your face even more than before at her amused and slightly seductive tone. “Stop it-“

“Stop what! Im not doing anything” oh but her smile was knowing. “You’re teasing.” you brought your hands up to hide your face but she didn’t allow it. Instead using her won to cup your face and bringing you in to a surprisingly soft kiss that made you catch your breath all over again. “You did it again.” You rolled your eyes and linked your arm with hers, encouraging her to keep walking. “Come on, I want coffee”

“I just think it’s adorable how you’d describe my affection as fireworks” she really intended to keep pushing about this, like she was clearly proud of herself for making you feel such a way.

#Wednesday Morticia #Nevermore Morticia #morticia addams #morticia Addams fluff #morticia frump #Morticia Wednesday #morticia x reader #Morticia x reader fluff

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littlecrittereli · 3 months

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It's been a long time since I watched Wild Kratts but I didn't even know he had a fandom, I'm so happy, and your story made my dream come true, I would love to create a story like you, but I'm not very good at writing stories What tips would you give to a beginner <3

I don't consider myself a super great author to be honest, I'm much more confident in my illustrations! But as someone who is completely self taught: here are some tips I use when I write my stories! (these may not apply to everyone, but they do help me) Outlines

If I'm writing a plot-based story I make an outline of all the major plot points I want to make and separate them into chapters. I reference this outline when I'm writing a chapter and it helps me meet all my "goals" for that particular chapter! Of course you can be flexible with this. Say one of your plot points dragged out a little too long and you want to save something for the next chapter, you can adjust your outline as you go! Sometimes your idea will change as you write it, and that's okay! revise your outline accordingly. For me, it's handy so I don't end up spiralling completely off the path I intended and lose the conclusion I wanted to have. Here's an example of the outline for my Reprogrammed AU. (Only chapters 1-5 to prevent spoilers for unreleased chapters)

as you can see, it doesn't have to be super formal. This is literally just in my notes app. As long as you can understand and follow your ideas, that's all that matters.

Get a Beta Reader!

I do not actually have a beta reader currently, but sending your writings to someone to proofread is one of the best ways to get genuine feedback. Try to find someone who is also pretty educated on proper grammar. I learned more about proper formatting from a fanfiction beta reader than I did in school im so fr. At the very least, make sure this person is comfortable with giving you constructive criticism. If something reads a little awkward or if a plot point doesn't make much sense/could be solved with an easier method, it's a lot easier for someone to point out when they didn't write the piece.

Study fanfictions/books you enjoy

Honestly... just reading a lot has made me a better writer. You will begin to notice the way authors describe certain feelings or environments, and that can give you insight on how to go about writing your own ideas. If I find an author I really like, I will try to dissect WHY I like them so much. Is it their accurate characterization? Do they describe emotions well? Are their plots engaging? Is their dialogue interesting? Find out what makes their writing so interesting so you can incorporate those traits into your own story. This goes for the way they format their writing as well. For example, I've found I prefer when chapters are around 1k-5k words. Really short chapters can make the story seem choppy when the reader has to constantly click to the next page, it kinda breaks the immersion of the story. Instead I try to use chapter breaks as interesting pausing points for suspense. I love it when authors leave their chapter on a slightly unfinished note. So I'm curious for the next chapter, but also I feel fulfilled with what I've read so far. And I've discovered this by analyzing the stories I enjoy!

And the most important advice I can give.... PRACTICE PRACTICE PRACTICE!!!!

Writing is similar to drawing in the sense that in order to learn, you must DO it. You have to make the shitty stuff before you find out how to make it better! It's honestly just part of the creative process. I still have some short stories I wrote back when I was a preteen and ITS BAD LOL but I needed to go through that in order to learn and grow and be more confident in my storytelling capabilities. And just like illustrations, everyone starts at a different place and everyone's process is different. SO BE PATIENT AND DON'T GIVE UP! Write that story! Even if it's bad, who cares?! You wrote something! And next time, you will write something even better!

#asks #littlecrittereli

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Hi! I wanted to talk a little bit about something that pissed me off, so if you dont want to deal with that then feel free to ignore the ask! There are mentions of SA.

I accidentally ended up seeing this anti toga post that talks about how she is terrible queer representation using 1. the loving animals line and 2. her killing others because of her impulse.

Basically they argue she is a sexual predator as killing would be like being denied to have sex with her or a representation of her SA others, and that the resolution seems to be feeling sorry for her and giving her what she wants, and that it leaves queer ppl in a bad look as sexual predators and even zoophilic (them saying they already had a bad vibe from the intro of the little bird?? Thinking its directly sexual confirmed by these leaks). Im so angry at this.

I think its clear Toga feels confused about what love means, as she says she loves many people but its clear every single one of them makes her feel and act differently -she doesnt love Jin like she loves Tsuyu, or the bird, or Stain, or Deku, or Uraraka.

Is it so strange to think she can be confused about it WHILE being queer?? Also seeing her love as a sex driven impulse is weird in my opinion -yes blood and cannibalism r used this way in media but she's not looking for sex ever, just to be liked and loved.

I swear I have seen yandere characters get a better treatment than her even when they end up causing more harm without reasons backing them up even.

What do you think of that perspective?

So I actually think that the zooiphile thing actually adds to the queer allegory. No i dont think toga wants to fuck animals and no I don’t think that’s she’s ACTUALLY a zooiphile.

But I do think that the REASON horikoshi made her that way is because… zooiphilia is a dirty thing that people don’t like to talk about. Toga is the same; she’s the dirty conversation her parents don’t wanna have.

And she’s attracted to blood! I don’t think that she wants to date or have sex with a bird or something, just that she’s attracted to it because it has blood and she can’t change that. I don’t think togas love is misplaced or anything, in fact I think she’s got the best handle on her love at all. I think that she just generally uses the very forward term of “love” for everything because that’s just how she is. A forward, blunt, and extreme person. She’s exploding with feelings even different types of love!

Personally, I’m surprised to see all these toga haters randomly appearing out of the wood work—and it’s probably because she’s actually got a chance with Ochako. It just surprises me yk, like people either didnt really care for her before or they thought she was a cool villain. Now that she’s herself and NOT a cool villain… you all suddenly wanna chase her down with pitchforks? Hm. Interesting.

People LOVE a queer tragedy; and toga is in the perfect situation to be one. Togas boob grab wasn’t even intended to be predatory/sexual towards ochako, she was angry and using it to grip onto her and stab her repeatedly. It was a symbolic way to describe Togas feelings of “becoming a real villain”, or in the sense of the allegory, “becoming a real queer predator”. The fact that people have taken this and actually made it about her BEING a queer predator is SO IRONIC!

Also… sucking blood doesn’t equal sex what. It’s intimate in the way kissing is intimate, it was literally compared to it.

(I TOOK A BREAK WHILE WRITING THIS AND FOUND THAT EXACT TAKE AND… WOW. WOWZA. QUITE THE STATEMENTS THERE BUD.)

ANYWAY… monsters and vampires and the horror genre as a whole has ALWAYS been queer, it’s always been about being deviant and exploring topics like cannibalism and, yes, zooiphilia, because we CAN TALK ABOUT THEM. GUYS ITS NOT THE END OF THE WORLD. Toga isn’t fucking animals, she’s not pretending she’s in relationships with animals, she’s vaguely attracted to them.

I saw this yt video a while ago talking about this whole Twitter debate about whether zooiphilia was as bad as eating animals. And personally, I’m not vegan or vegetarian, but it’s something I never really thought of before. And he brought up a good point that originally went to my head when I heard this question asked!

My thought was “Well zooiphilia isn’t natural, but eating animals is”. Well, being a PARASITE is also natural, we naturally want to consume, we naturally want to be selfish, and the fact that we have the foresight and intelligence to STOP ourselves from being those things is important for our survival. And there’s a ton of other arguments to be made and points to be had, but really, we should be able to ASK THOSE QUESTIONS AT ALL! We should be able to confront those things instead of shunning it away and putting it in a little box we aren’t supposed to talk about.

I just think anyone who is trying to label toga as “bad queer representation” or as a “sexual deviant/predator that Ochako is afraid of” have other biases/reasons to believe those things. That, or they have a very narrow mindset that doesn’t allow them to question the morality of cannibalism or any unconventional love for that matter. Unconventional ideas at all tbh.

I BELIEVE IN CONSENTING TO YOUR BODY BEING EATEN WHEN YOU ARE DEAD! I FEEL LIKE THAT SHOULD BE AN OPTION LIKE DONATING YOUR BODY TO SCIENCE!

Jeffrey Dahmer went crazy because he was eating people raw a lot of the time, and also he was just generally fucking crazy and a bad person. How about we consent to your body being eaten!

#togachako #toga Himiko #bnha 394 #I WANT THE NEXT CHAPTER OUT ALREADY

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i won’t be denied by you (the animal inside of you)

Rating: Explicit Pairing: CM Punk/Drew McIntyre Word Count: 932 Summary: Drew McIntyre is obsessed with CM Punk. Haunted by CM Punk. Possessed by him.

AO3 Link

I cannot explain what happened here- I am still in the middle of my other WIPs I promise 😅

This fic is Explicit- my blog is not intended for minors, this is not one of my fluffy happy fics. Reader Beware- this fic contains very rough Masturbation, Anal Fingering, Intense Fantasies that include blood, dog collars, object insertion, etc. Full tag list on AO3.

tags for @thlayli-ra @elementaldoughnut12 @feelschicken @harmshake if anybody else wants tagged in any other punkintyre fics from me, please let me know ♥️

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Steam fills the air in the confines of the hotel bathroom, the dial turned as hot as it will go as Drew stands in the sweltering spray.

Outside of the room, the hotel, the city of Philadelphia sings it’s ugly song, cars honking, men screaming obscenities in the streets, babies crying, life happening all around. The whole world spinning on as normal.

But inside this hotel bathroom, Drew McIntyre is reeling.

He had won. He’d won the World Heavyweight Championship. He’d pinned Seth Rollins, proved himself the better man, the Champion. He’d held the belt in his hands, heard the roar of the crowd chanting his name, everything he’d dreamed of for years.

He soaked in the moment, feeling a high he could barely describe. And then, over the noise, he heard his voice.

Punk.

Sat at the announce desk, hands in his lap, grin on his face.

Everything else fell away. The crowd, the lights, even Drew’s own family, who had flown all the way from Scotland to see him, see this moment.

It was just him and Punk.

He wanted- he needed to-

In the hot spray of the shower, Drew slammed his fist against the tile, splitting open his knuckle in the process.

He’d debased himself, crawled across the announce desk like a common whore. Presented the belt and himself, arching his back, flexing his thighs, flipping back his hair.

He had mumbled, too low for the camera or even Punk himself to hear, about how he would wait for the man to come back so he could finish him himself.

The words sounded hollow to his own ears.

“This is your moment.” Punk had said. “Why are you making this about me?”

Doesn’t he know everything is about him?

All of it, whether Drew had intended it or not, had been about CM fucking Punk since the moment his music hit at Survivor Series.

And it all had led to this, this moment. On his knees in front of Punk, ready to beg for what he needed so desperately.

But that’s not what happened, was it?

Punk laid his hands on him, grabbing his leg, pulling it out from under him after his wanton display. He’d ripped off his suit jacket, only to beat him with his brace and stop Drew into the floor with his fancy shoes.

Like Drew is beneath him, not even worthy of his time.

“I’ll show ‘im.” He growls, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. “Give ‘im no bloody choice but to see me.”

He lets out a guttural groan as he shoves two fingers inside himself, working them in and out of his hole roughly. He’s already hard and aching, his dick leaking precum despite the burn in his asshole.

Shame and arousal overwhelm him. He’s sick and he knows it, getting off on pain, losing sleep, missing workouts, he lost the one thing he’s been working towards for years all because he cannot get his mind off of CM Punk.

The man has invaded his waking thoughts and plagued him in his dreams. Too often Drew wakes up in the wee hours in a sweat, his sheets soiled or his dick engorged and wanting from the visions he sees behind his eyes.

They stir him now as he stretches his abused hole, scissoring his two fingers wide before plunging his ring finger in with a cry.

He sees himself with a dog collar tight around his throat, a stained metal chain that binds him to his opponent, his enemy, his lover, who smiles with bloodied shark’s teeth.

He sees his own naked body draped over a locker room bench, blindfolded and bound as Punk whips him viciously with a leather crop. When his lover is satisfied with the state of his bloodied ass he shoves the handle inside of him, and revels in the sound he makes.

The scenes flash before his eyes, each depraved and grotesque. Gagging on Punk’s cock on bloodied knees, screaming as his hole is pounded mercilessly with only his blood to ease the way, his nipples twisted and tortured as Punk laughs in delight.

He shoves his pinky in with the others and rubs against his prostate, the hot coil of arousal growing as his mind races.

Drew wraps his free fist around his cock and imagines it’s Punk’s hand instead, grip painfully tight as he tugs himself towards completion.

He feels lightheaded for a moment- the heat of the shower getting to him, and he can almost feel the warm touch of a body behind him, the possessive curl of fingers at his hip.

“Are you going to come for me?” Punk’s voice whispers hot into his ear. “Of course you are, you disgusting whore.”

Drew’s toes curl, his muscles contracting painfully in his thighs as he shoots cum onto the tiled walls. His hole clenches around his fingers, and he jerks with sensitivity, banging his forehead against the shower head.

He feels blood drip down his face from his temple, and another stream of cum shoots out of him.

Pathetic.

He can stand it no longer.

He removes his fingers from his sore abused hole, observing the streaks of blood that wash away in the streams of water.

When the evidence of his depravity is gone, he reaches for the temperature control and turns it sharply to cold, letting the cold shock cleanse him of his sins.

He emerges and wipes away at the steam that’s collected on the mirror.

He only sees himself in the reflection.

Punk’s laughter rings in his ears.

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Hope you enjoyed!! I know this isn't my usual- but this would not leave me alone, they would not leave me alone lol

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