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ksyongi · 7 months

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a turn of events

synopsis - a mingyu wonwoo fanfic where you wake up naked from a drunken night spent with mingyu which changes your life.

genre - romance, smut, childhood friends to lovers

pairing - childhoodbsf!wonwoo x reader x childhoodbsf!mingyu

wc: approx 4.8k

NSFW - MINORS DNI

warnings: mentions of rain, use of pet names, teeny bit of jealousy, smut ; dirty talk, dom!wonu, dom!gyu, sub!reader, oral(f) and oral(m) wonu being a tad bit rough but it's soft a tad bit too. written with the thought of the reader being on birth control btw so no accidents🙈(lmk if i missed out anything)

an: A BIG BIG THANK YOU TO THOSE WHO HELPED ME ON THIS !! i started on this like last december and man this too way to long with my procrastination but anyway, i hope its okay because i'm not experienced with writing a lot of smut, do lmk if you guys want a pt.2 :) <3

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Yeah, a few drinks huh… You did not know a few drinks would end up with you waking up fully naked a room, hell you barely remember anything. You turn your head and see a bunch of photo frames placed on the desk.

You slowly get up and let an out an audible 'fuck' when you felt the pain between your legs. They must've gone hard on you huh…

You take one in your hands and see two boys in it. Bringing it closer to your face and to it had to be your highschool friends. Kim Mingyu and Jeon Wonwoo, the school's most well known pair of basketball players. Their dynamic worked so well on court that they had been awarded the captain and vice.

The question everybody had was how they managed to get along? With Mingyu's big ego and Wonwoo's quiet, introverted personality, nobody could understand. You found yourself hanging out with the duo sometimes, they are honestly considered as your best friends. You've invited them to your house multiple times but last night was a first when going to their house since they just recently moved in.

They decided it was a great idea to hold a party after moving into their new house and to get it dirty from all the spilled drinks and litter. You don't even know whose room you were in, you haven't even had the time to familiarize yourself with the home before getting yourself drunk. What a smart move. The week's earlier events had been too much for you, letting loose at your friend's home was the best place you could, right?

Thinking of the chances of who you could have slept with, you honestly wouldn't mind either if it was Wonwoo or Mingyu. Heck you even might have a huge ass crush on them. There's just something about them ever since you got grouped up one day in highschool for a project. You have even caught yourself daydreaming about being railed by either. Those deceiving soft, innocent eyes of Wonwoo. You bet he was those 'angels in the streets, devil in the sheets' kinda guy. It made your insides flip in the best way possible. Well for Mingyu… his charm was unmatchable by other guys. His flirtatious and confident character were a plus factor. You wouldn't mind if it was him either. The pair was undeniably hot till you wouldn't deny your grown feelings for them ever since the end of highschool when they presented you flowers and a handmade cd full of songs made by them for your birthday.

A click from the door pulled you from your deep thoughts. Speaking of the devil. Mingyu stood there, plate of scrambled eggs in hand, with no shirt and sweatpants that were clinging onto his hips for its dear life. Your eyes trailed down his body till his voice interrupted you.

"Good morning." Mingyu says. Using his arm to gesture to the bed for you to sit back on. You hum in response, mentally cursing at your drunken mind for not thinking straight the previous night. The situation you got yourself into cannot get any more awkward. 'This ruined our friendship didn't it' you cry out to yourself in your head. You can't help but let a blush rise to your cheeks. Hiding your face, you adjust the loose navy blue shirt on you. Mingyu hands you the plate, watching you start to eat it and give a nod of approval to his cooking. He takes a seat next to you watching you finish the portion of food.

You were about to be saddened by the fact you couldn't remember anything, but then it all came back to you.

"Taking my cock so well aren't you baby? So pretty under me." His sloppy thrusts bring you to your fourth release of the night. The tight grip he had on your hips made purple marks bloom on them. his grunts and your high pitched moans mixed together. his teeth were sunk into his bottom lip with his eyes tightly shut. the sounds of skin slapping and the smell of sex was evident. “m’ about to cum gyu.” “Alright, cum with me baby.” his thrusts got faster, as your back started to arch at the rush of pleasure.

Well, shit.

“Hope you're okay with my choice of cooking. Just wanted you to not feel as awkward as you seem right now. You can be yourself, you know." Mingyu shrugs, his eyes fixated on the now empty plate in front of you.

"What happened last night?" Mingyu's small attempt of comfort does not help and you ask the question that was eventually going to be surfaced.

"Well, I'm not going to sugarcoat things and go straight to things." Mingyu's irises shift to lock with yours, his eyes seeming as unfazed as ever. "You went to my party yesterday, and you decided to be an idiot and take one too many drinks and decided to hook up with me. Not that I'm surprised about that last part." You break eye contact and groan as Mingyu's lips twitch upwards in amusement.

What the hell did you get yourself into?

—

"I might have slept with Kim Mingyu, please don't kill me." you confess to the trio in front of you. booseoksoon. Seungkwan slams his hands on the table, catching the attention of others in the cafe. "WHAT THE FUCK? WE LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR ONE NIGHT AND YOU DO THAT?" Soonyoung shoots him a glare to 'tone the fuck down' that seungkwan brushes off and Seokmin apologizes to the people who are giving questionable glances. You try to hide yourself further into your turtleneck.

In an instant, Soonyoung puts the pieces together and slides up next to you and pulls the material hugging your neck and the purple marks are on full display for the three. Seokmin's mouth drops agape, Seungkwan slaps a hand to his head, really, really hard, and Soonyoung brings his head closer to your neck trying to examine it as if it was just makeup and all of this was a prank.

"Girl, you're lucky that you lost your virginity to that hot shot Choi Seungcheol and it wasn't Kim fucking Mingyu." Seokmin shakes his head. His eyes are still wide, trying to recover from that bomb you just dropped on them.

"I thought you said Mingyu was your 'childhood friend'? I know the guy is hot but really?" Seungkwan's voice is now small, almost in a whisper. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE NOT INTO MEN ANYMORE BECAUSE OF THE LACK OF DICK YOU WERE GETTING MAN." His usual personality came back. You instantly take both your hands and plaster them onto his mouth, muttering apologies to the irritated audience and once again, Seungkwan looked like he was crazy.

"Hold your darn horses. Explain yourself before one of us marches to Mingyu's house and interrogates him for an answer," Soonyoung rubs his hands on his temples in distress.

Sure you had a fair share of dick but the last time you ever had sex was like when you were 22? Like a whole two years ago.

"Well, I'll keep it simple and…not so sweet but you get the idea." The three of them leaned closer to you, eyes filled with a mix of emotion. "Well, I just felt like downing a few drinks and in the morning I just woke up in his bed? What else do you even want me to say man." You sigh, head resting on your palm.

"Do you regret it?" Seokmin asks, not even hiding an ounce of his curiosity. You look down on your lap and pick on the skin on your fingers as your mouth forms a thin line. They knew that the sex was good and you barely regret it. You couldn't hide the fact that Mingyu was hot.

"Listen." Soonyoung breaks the silence. "I don't mind if you slept with one of the men you did not expect to, but I don't want you to be hurt. You better sort out where you stand, you better not come crying at one of our doorsteps on one of these days thinking that you were something. I bet all of us feel this way."

"Yeah, I've known him since I was young so this should not be so bad."

Soonyoung scoffs and continues. "Just sort your relationship out with him okay? Make sure it isn't awkward or anything. Men are fucking dense and make sure he doesn't think that you are his go-to fuck girl now."

—

So you find yourself at his doorstep. Grimacing when you remember what happened the last time you went there. You ring the doorbell and hear a pair of feet shuffling behind the door.

What you didn't expect was Wonwoo opening the door instead of Mingyu. You take a step back and you feel the tips of your ears getting hot.

Wonwoo's hand slowly slides off the handle of the door, "Hey y/n." the low hoarse voice you heard almost sent you to heaven. "Hello Wonwoo…" you find yourself trying not to stutter and hold that eye contact he is holding. Hoping that he did not know anything about the previous night's events, you go straight to the point. "Is Mingyu around by any chance? I have to talk to him about something." Wonwoo shakes his head, "He's out right now, do you wanna come in first? He may come back soon." You quietly accept the offer and enter their home. You see that his eyes follow your figure with your peripheral vision.

You follow him to his room as a usual routine, but you can't dismiss the quiet atmosphere. You did not know why you were feeling this way. Wonwoo was usually a guy with little words but now the fact that you sleep with Mingyu, you couldn't help but feel awkward. "You can get comfortable, let me just finish one more round of my game." You were honestly surprised at his carefree attitude. You sit yourself down on his bed, "Do you remember anything from last night?" You decide to ask. Wonwoo shook his head, "Not really, I was tipsy. Mingyu was busy banging somebody and I couldn't find you anywhere so I just went to bed." You relax at that statement, happy that he was clueless.

You became comfortable in Wonwoo's presence quite quickly. He finished his game quickly like he said he would and closed his game launcher as soon as the 'victory' screen flashed on his monitor. He placed his glasses on his desk.

"So what do you wanna do now?" He turns around in his chair to face you. Just at that instant, Mingyu enters Wonwoo's room. His eyes widened by the slightest before returning to its usual state. You wave at him, in which he returns one.

"What brings you here?" Mingyu asks. Wonwoo interjects, "She wanted to talk to you about something, which she can ask you now since you are here. So what was it you wanted to ask, y/n?" You were surprised by his sudden straightforwardness. "I uhh just wanted to ask Mingyu if…He's free tonight to come over and just hang out! And since you're here too Wonwoo, wanna come over for a bit later?" You stuttered, only sounding convincing for the last few words.

The pair in front of you questioned your invitation but went with it. "I'll be there." The taller one said. "I'll be slightly late but I'll definitely be there." Wonwoo gave a small smile. "Great! I'll see you guys then." You quickly take your leave, leaving the two in front of you speechless. "She came all the way here just for that?" Wonwoo snorts. "Weird…" Mingyu looks at the place where you previously sat.

—

You were expecting Mingyu's arrival. It was currently slightly past 8pm. Bringing out a few bottles of soju, you heard the doorbell ring.

You quickly pat down your outfit and open the door. Instead of seeing Mingyu, you saw Wonwoo. The wind got knocked out of your lungs after seeing him. Failing to calm yourself down, you hold the door open, letting him in. You fail to notice Wonwoo checking your outfit out while you were trying to neutralize your facial expression. He's in a white turtleneck with a pair of long black pants. To top it all off, he was using those goddamned black framed glasses. Fuck your horemones right now because gosh you really wanted to tear it off him. Your jaw slacked at the slightest and you got snapped out of your thoughts from Wonwoo clearing his throat.

"O-Oh hey Wonwoo." you smile. "Hey Y/n. Mingyu was held up at home, he made a mess earlier when trying to cook and he's cleaning it up right now." Wonwoo sighs, letting his hand run through his hair. You laugh, standing aside to let him in.

Wonwoo puts aside his things neatly as you take a seat in the living room. He joined you shortly as you opened a bottle of soju.

"What do you wanna do now?" You ask. "We could probably put on a movie or something." Wonwoo shrugs, taking down a shot of soju. "I have a better idea~" You sing-song, getting up and gesturing for Wonwoo to follow you.

"Tadaaa" You show Wonwoo the small set-up in your backyard, a few chairs set out with a perfect view of a full moon and a few stars. Wonwoo takes a seat, "This is nice," he sighs. "Of course it would be,'' You wink, placing down the bottles in your hands onto the table. You take your phone and put a jazz spotify playlist and leave it on shuffle.

As per usual, you started a conversation. They usually revolved around shared memories from highschool. Some including Mingyu of course, you wonder if he forgot about the night together with Wonwoo.

"Oh fuck don't remind me of that" You groan, "No way I would let you live this one down, it was hilarious how you asked Hong Jisoo for this favourite colour in 8th grade and the day after you came to school in braces with that exact colour. You were so obvious." Wonwoo was clutching his stomach, his cute laughter made you crack a smile and hide your face in your hands.

"Oh don't get me started on how you liked that girl from our level and shouted 'Oh this shot is for you!' in the basketball finals right in front of our whole cohort and missed it," You tease, nudging his shoulder. Wonwoo playfully rolls his eyes. "Oh hush, Mingyu would never stop teasing me for that one."

Your laughter slowly dies down as a familiar tune comes on. Your homecoming dance song. The exact song Wonwoo and you danced two years ago. You didn't have a date because you only had a crush on Mingyu and Wonwoo at the time. You remember it clearly. Watching Mingyu dancing with another girl made your jealousy kindle. But Wonwoo came in front of you, asking you if he could have the dance with you before gently grabbing your arm and you remember dancing with him for the rest of the night.

Similarly, now he did the same. Standing up, he reaches up his hand. "May I have this dance?" You could simply not refuse, putting your hand in his right away with a blush creeping up your face. He pulls you to his chest onto the grass of your backyard, the small light of your backyard with the stars fit the mood perfectly. You and him swayed to the familiar tune of the song and before you could realise, raindrops started to fall from the sky. One turned into ten and there was a small downpour. But fuck it, since you were already having fun, what more if it were in the rain with Wonwoo?

Hands still intertwined with his, you slow dance in the rain. Some turns and dips in between the song. You find the song coming to a slow stop, as your hands find a place around Wonwoo's neck. You find yourself in a more intimate position now. You look into his eyes, taking the chance to explore his face too. Wonwoo looks up, "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" You follow his gaze upwards to the bright moon, "Yeah, it really is." Wonwoo was glad you didn't know the meaning of the sentence he said, but maybe one day you would know the true intentions behind his words.

You both don't seem to mind the drenched outfits and how they were sticking to your body. Both of you slowly look back at each other and you see Wonwoo staring at your lips. You see Wonwoo hesitating, "Can I kiss you?" Wonwoo whispers, his head inching closer to yours slowly. You slowly nod your head, but you see his head stop inches before touching yours. Wonwoo takes a second before saying, "Fuck it." before pushing his lips onto yours.

Your lips slowly move on his, savoring the taste of him. His intoxicating cologne drags you into a trance, you need more of him as he needs more of you. Wonwoo's arms slide around your waist as he leans down more into the kiss. Your taste was addicting and thankfully he was sober still. He knew for a fact you were sober too, he'll make sure you would have an unforgettable night either way.

You slowly part from the kiss, grabbing Wonwoo's hand and pulling him into your house. You try and pull him in for another kiss before he cuts you off, "Not so fast sweetheart. You gotta dry off first, don't want you catching a cold." You laugh, "So thoughtful as usual." Wonwoo smiles, walking to your bathroom to grab a towel and he starts to dry your hair. You would never get sick of how any moment can turn wholesome with Wonwoo in an instant.

Wonwoo finishes drying the both of you off. "Lead the way princess." You take hold of his hand again, dragging him into your room. Wonwoo takes a seat on your bed, pulling you into his lap in the process

"This okay Y/n? Just wanted to feel you for the whole night..fuck you looked so hot the second you opened the door." Wonwoo groans when you grab his arms, putting it on your waist. "Yes this is alright Wonwoo." You smiled, but you were exploding inside. Your heart was beating against your ribcage and you hoped he didn't notice how fast your heart was beating.

He pulls you into another kiss. It was sweet at first, but Wonwoo starts to drag his tongue over your bottom lip then pushes his tongue into your mouth to explore it as soon as you grant him access. He takes your tongue into his mouth to slowly suck it. You moan at the sensation. Wonwoo pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your lips. You try to catch your breath as Wonwoo takes you into his arms, turning you around so he is caging you to the bed.

Wonwoo proceeds to sit on your bed, pulling you onto his lap. Wonwoo starts to press wet kisses from your neck, making sure to pay attention to your sweet spot and lightly sucking on it. You softly moan his name, your arms finding its place around his neck. Wonwoo's hands grab your hips, guiding them to sit on his erection. "See how turned on you make me feel? Been wanting this for ages," Wonwoo practically groans by your ear making your breathing start to uneven. The vibrations you felt from his chest went straight down to your core.

Wonwoo's hands guide down to your shirt, resting there. "May I?" You give him a nod, encouraging him to continue. "Let me know when to stop alright? Tap me twice if you want to stop. Don't be afraid to be vocal either." Wonwoo gives a small smile before lifting your shirt over your head. "Always so pretty for me sweetheart," he looks at you in awe. Looking away, you feel his hand coming to your cheek and pushing it to meet his gaze. He takes the chance to peck your lips before continuing and unclipping your bra. Wonwoo does not waste any time in taking one breast and fondling it. He takes your lips onto his again, muffling your moans.

When you have the chance to, you manage to choke out, "Please..Wonwoo.." He looks at you with a smirk, knowing how you were far in a bliss to talk properly. "Please what sweetheart? Use your words." You ball up you hands into fists, "Please just fuck me hard. I need you Wonwoo."

All Wonwoo did was let out a low chuckle. You did not know how to react. "Since you asked so nicely I could never say no to you. But I need a taste of you first." It's like a switch was flipped. Wonwoo's hands reached for your pants, taking them off as well as your underwear as if he was tearing it off you. "Be good for me and let your neighbor's know who's making you feel good hm?" You give a quick nod, eyes closing at the feeling of his hot breath fanning on your heat.

Wonwoo wastes no time in diving into your bundle of nerves, licking and sucking as if it were his last meal. He manages to shove in two of his long slender digits too, it's scissoring motion making your thighs clench around his head. Wonwoo's tongue was quickly bringing you to your release and both of you knew it. But the sudden sound of your door opening made the two of you jump.

"Oh what a pleasant surprise." Mingyu sauntered into the room, taking a good look at you sprawled out on your bed and Wonwoo's face covered in your juices. "Look who decided to join the party." Wonwoo licks his lips. The wind was knocked out of your lungs as you tried to comprehend that whatever was happening wasn't a dream. Mingyu confirms your thoughts by crashing his lips onto yours. It was an aggressive kiss, Mingyu's neediness was showing through it.

Mingyu abruptly pulls back and that sudden action makes you chase his lips. Mingyu laughs, "Such a needy baby aren't you? That makes the two of us." Mingyu chuckled, "Has Wonwoo been treating you well?" You watch how Wonwoo rolls his eyes and he goes back to focusing on getting you to your release. Mingyu gets the hint and starts to mark you up. You knew you would be littered in their marks. Of course you would, Wonwoo and Mingyu would have to mark what's theirs. The feeling of both their mouths on your body made your back arch off the bed as your hands reached to grab Wonwoo's hair and Mingyu's hand. And so your release came crashing right after Wonwoo's fingers started to rub your heat and Mingyu started to suck on one of your breasts.

Your mind was in a haze, mumbling a mix of their names and how good they made you feel. "Oh my god Gyu, you gotta taste her." Wonwoo pants, hands taking the remnants of your release off his face and putting his fingers at Mingyu's mouth which he clearly accepted. Mingyu moans around Wonwoo's fingers, making your core start to get wet once again.

Mingyu caresses your naked waist, "You're doing so well for us baby," Wonwoo stands up, dusting his knees. "Can you still take us? Unless our slut is already fucked out from a single release?" On a normal day you would shoot back a snarky remark but you knew if you did that right now, you would be put in place. Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea but for now you would keep that idea for another time. You manage to give a small nod to the duo. They quickly undress fully, your eyes admiring their bodies. You take both hands to feel their figures. They both crack a smile, Wonwoo's face trying to turn away to hide his blush as Mingyu's hand reaches to caress your cheek.

It was always that in moments like these you found comfort in the two. You then take Mingyu's cock into your mouth as Wonwoo wastes no time in pushing himself into your walls. The three of you moan in unison. Your warm mouth and the swirling of your tongue drove Mingyu crazy and how your tight walls clenched around Wonwoo made him close his eyes tight. Your hands helplessly try to grab the bed sheets but with the pleasure that is running through you, nothing worked.

Wonwoo and Mingyu start to thrust into you in sync. The erratic moans you had sent Mingyu into heaven. It felt perfect. "Taking our cocks so well darling," Mingyu grits. "Making us feel so good sweetheart. You like that? You like Mingyu and I filling your holes and using you like a whore don't you." Wonwoo starts to thrust into you with a rougher pace the second his hands slide onto your waist gripping it hard so he can feel you skin to skin.

You can feel that their releases were approaching and your second one for the night as well. You focus on running your tongue under Mingyu's cock and sucking it the way he reacted to it the best. As for Wonwoo, you tried to stabilize yourself but nothing was working. Your eyes roll back and it feels as if your body was falling into an abyss.

Wonwoo takes your legs and hooks them over his shoulders, "Mingyu and I've been thinking about this for the longest time. Wanted to fuck you well so you know who you belonged to. Mmm want you to be ours right Gyu?" Mingyu takes a second to control his breathing, "That's right baby. Want it so bad." The words that got uttered out of their mouths encouraged you to work harder to get them to their releases. Mingyu could not take it anymore. The combination of how you moan then hollow your cheeks right after made him shoot his seed into your mouth. You make sure he sees you waste nothing when swallowing everything you could.

Wonwoo starts to be slightly more vocal indicating that his release was approaching too. "You drive me so crazy." Wonwoo takes your hands and interlaces them with his. "Wonwoo. Oh my god Wonwoo." You repeat his name on and on, gripping his hands tight. Both of you were sent off the edge, Wonwoo spilling his load right into your abused hole.

Just like that, Wonwoo is soft again as you lay side by side coming down from your high. Mingyu had already walked off to get a towel to wipe you off. "Are you feeling alright?" Wonwoo asks, one of his hands never leaving yours."Yeah I feel great Wonwoo, thank you." You smile at him, feeling all bubbly in your stomach again.

"What Mingyu and I said just now, we meant it. Maybe you could give one of us a chance? Ever since you turned up to our house when both of us were ill and not minding the fact that you may fall sick too made us realize our honest feelings for you." You look at Wonwoo, you thought all they said was all the 'In the moment' type of things that you were gaslighting yourself into not believing it.

"How…" You mutter out. "Well you have Mingyu, never having the balls to come to face his feelings and like for example, dancing with other girls during prom. Or you have me, being well aware of how you make me feel and coming to face them. Like how I danced with you at prom well knowing that it may be the last time I would."

"I would love to have something like that, with the two of you. Been dreaming of it for a few years." Wonwoo seems shocked at what you said. At that time, Mingyu walks into the room. "Repeat that for us." Wonwoo orders. "Yeah, I would love to figure out something between the three of us if that's possible." You glance between the two, noticing how Mingyu's eyes widen. "We would love that." Wonwoo utters, looking at Mingyu in disbelief. Mingyu snaps out of his daze, "Now let's get you cleaned up shall we?"

That night you found yourself in between your two lovers, still trying to come to believe what happened in the span of a few hours. But how you woke up, legs tangled with them and getting showered with kisses, hugs and a great breakfast made you not regret a single thing.

"Maybe you could do what you've been wanting to do with us these couple of years you've been waiting for." Mingyu winks as Wonwoo gives you a knowing smirk oh you were so ready for what was to come.

an: after changing the plot like 4-5 times i might just wanna stick to writing hcs and reactions TT do lmk if i should continue w this !

reblogs and likes are appreciated, thank you :)

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navstuffs · 1 year

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Emptiness

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

Summary: You are dead, and Leon wonders why he is still alive.

Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, long one-shot, leon is suicidial, suicide attempt!!, leon is depressive, MAJOR ANGST, abuse of alcohol, some usage of y/n, cigarettes/smoking, leon is a mess, SAD SAD SAD!!!, leon is suffering a lot, lots of pain, NO HAPPINESS!, dates in italic count since reader's death

Author's Note: idk, except i am sorry i like to make the characters i love suffer and share that on the internet? i made my husband read this, and he doesn't care about leon whatsoever, and he ended up upset for him at the end so you can imagine how this goes. i have more happy leon's fanfics, you can check it out here!

PLEASE, PROCEED CAREFULLY, AS THIS FANFIC DESCRIBES SUICIDE, SUICIDE ATTEMPT, DEPRESSION, AND ALCOHOLISM.

If you have been struggling with depression or suicidal thoughts, you are NOT alone! Here is a link for tumblr support for some helpful information, depending in what country you are! Seek help, you are loved, you are strong, you are wanted!

3 months, 27 days, 3 hours, 5 minutes

The first thing Leon notices when he wakes up is that he is cold. He isn't wearing a shirt, and for some reason, the blankets covering his body look dirty with some unknown substance. He groans, throwing the blanket on the floor. He still wears the jeans from last night, has no shirt on, and doesn't smell well.

The second thing he hears is his phone's ringtone. It had to be Chris. Or Claire wondering if he is alive. He sits up, his hand rubbing his face as a way to make the headache less.

The third thing Leon notices is his hand resting in the empty space of the bed. Your empty space on the bed. He gulps because he hasn't touched that part since returning to the house. He raises his hand as if Leon contaminated the area, the last pieces he had of you.

Leon glimpses under your pillow a very familiar black shirt. One of the ones he gave to you. Leon doesn't remember grabbing it last night. He holds it, checking if he got dirty, but the shirt seems clean. Leon takes the shirt to his nose, smelling it.

His phone rings a second time breaking his trance. He gets up from the bed and sighs when he sees the nightstands filled with beer cans. You would have hated that.

When he finally finds his phone on the bathroom floor, Leon's headache worsens when he sees Chris's name.

"Yeah?"

"Fuck Leon, I was on my way to your house right now. You scared me, man."

"What do you want?" Leon isn't in the mood to talk, especially with Chris.

"Claire told me she went by your house last night, and you weren't there. She says the motorcycle wasn't there. Have you been drinking and driving again?"

Leon rolls his eyes. As if drinking and driving was a big problem for him now.

"Okay, mom, if that is all, then."

"Look," Chris sighs, and there is a long pause before he speaks again. "There is a mission. If you are still interested."

Finally, Leon thinks. He has been begging for one for weeks now, and Chris has always said "no," "next time," or "we shall see" due to his mental health situation.

"Yeah. When?"

"I will send you more details when I have it. Look, Leon, I just don't think you should—"

Leon hangs up without letting Chris finish. He scrolls through his lost calls, mostly all of them being from Chris and Claire. A few from Jill when she was trying to help. It got too much for her as well. Leon scrolls down even longer, finally finding your name.

Almost four months ago. Has it been that long? Two last calls.

As a ritual he repeats every morning, Leon clicks on your name, hearing the call go straight to voice mail. Precisely as he wanted.

Hi, this is Y/N, you tried to reach me, but I can't take your call now! Leave me a voice message, and I will contact you as soon as possible!

Beep.

-x-

4 months

Jill Valentine is sitting in front of Leon inside the jet. She hasn't looked at him once inside the plane as they are being taken to a contamination site. Her eyes are distant, her form is tense, and Leon maybe thinks that time can't cure it all.

"Preparing to land," They hear in their radio communications. Leon rechecks his gun, wondering without significant interest if any of that would ever end. When he looks up, Jill is observing him.

"You ready for this?" She asks with a mild tone of curiosity in her voice.

You knew Jill longer than you knew Leon, actually. You were her best friend before becoming his lover. Jill had given Leon all the solemn talk of "Don't fuck up with my best friend, or I will kill you." After your passing, Jill had become somewhat like a ghost in his life. She tried, Leon wonders, if not for you, to give him support in the first two weeks, but Leon knew deep down she blamed him.

And she was right.

"Yeah," He answers.

Jill nods. The last time she had seen Leon, he was miserable. With the longest beard Leon has ever had, bloodshot eyes, hair a mess, drunk, and the smell of cigarettes around the house. She told herself she would try for you, but it wasn't easy to see Leon like that. And after she said you would hate it if he smoked inside their house and Leon grunted that you were dead and never coming back, she left without looking twice.

She never understood why Chris and Claire continued. Maybe because they knew him longer than they knew you.

The plane finally lands in a safe space, and they exit. It is in an abandoned industrial area this time, and they might have survivors who live nearby and might need help.

"Do not fuck this up," Jill warns.

"I won't."

-x-

1 month, 1 week, 2 days, and 5 hours

Claire Redfield is knocking on Leon's door. It is way past dinner time, but she brings pizza. From your favorite place. Claire knows he won't have eaten anything since Chris kept telling her Leon is losing weight. Since your death, Claire has tried to help Leon out as much as she could because she knows that is what you would have wanted, to no avail.

"Come on, Leon, I have pizza! I know you haven't eaten today!" She announces.

That's when her sixth sense starts beeping. All house lights are off, which is strange: Leon either left the TV or any light on. Leon didn't like the darkness. Claire tries to open the door but is locked. Leon never locked the door since he was back for this house. With her heart racing, Claire goes to her bag and grabs the reserve key. She shares one with Chris, and they both trade every week. Leon doesn't seem to care, not that he cares about many things lately.

She enters the apartment to complete silence. No sight of him anywhere.

"Leon?" Her voice is distant, as her hands are looking for her gun. Maybe someone invaded and got him? Perhaps something else—?

The air escapes from Claire's lungs when she sees Leon. Hanging from the ceiling.

"Leon!" She screams, running fast to hold his legs. She doesn't know what she is doing, she is calling for help, she is trying to get a chair, she is trying to hold his legs up so he can breathe. Claire doesn't dare to look up.

With one sudden decision, Claire gets her gun and shoots three times at the rope. Leon's body drops, and he is pale as a ghost. She kneels near him, feeling his pulse. There is still one, very light, but there is one.

Without thinking twice, Claire starts CPR, Stayin' Live by Bee Gees, in her head. She knows Leon will hate her for this, but she can't fail this. She would have hated herself, you would have hated her.

"Come on, Leon, come on." She begs desperately as she compresses his chest with all her strength. When Leon finally breathes, a small vigorous one, Claire is sweating on her clothes. She sighs, relieved, sitting down on the floor, drained.

She grabs her bag and finds her phone to call the emergency number, asking for an ambulance. That her friend attempted suicide. She gives them Leon's address, checking for his breathing. When Leon opens his eyes, he is confused. The last thing he remembers is kicking the chair away, the air escaping slowly from his lungs. He looks around, finding Claire's face in his peripheral view. She seems to be crying, her hands on his chest.

His blue eyes find hers, and Leon looks with hatred in her direction for the first time that Claire doesn't recognize him. She feels tears form in the corner of her eyes, and her lips shake, but she holds them back.

"I have called an ambulance," Her voice shakes, and Leon's stare carries so much weight that she must look away.

-x-

1 month, 3 weeks, 8 hours, 2 minutes.

The hospital door opens, and Leon exits, carrying his duffel bag. After staying confined for almost two weeks, he inhales the fresh air. Those two weeks, instead of helping, just made him feel worse. Much worse. With no alcohol, no cigarettes, nothing, Leon had no way to forget. He woke up and went to sleep with your face on his mind.

Going through what he did wrong. What he could have done right.

He feels the pain sting his soul, thinking about your smile. Fuck, he needed a drink. He needed some sort of dubious mixed-up cocktail. The stronger, the better. When he looks to his left, he sees Chris Redfield standing.

Sighing, he walks toward Chris. Leon knows he won't be able to run away. Chris has a worried stare as he gets closer. To be honest, Leon thought he should have hated after what he did to Claire, but no, Redfield still manages to give him a small smile when Leon gets close.

"Hey."

"Who told you I was going to leave?"

"Mhm, the hospital? You are in my care for the next couple of weeks."

"I am going home." Leon starts to walk away from him, but Chris's arm stops him.

"No, you are not. As I said, you are in my care. And if I need to drag you to my car and make a scene in front of all those people, I will. What do you think?"

Leon hates how Chris can look like you so much regarding his care. Always to drastic measures, you both could say. Pretending to have given up, Leon holds his hands up as a sign of defeat and follows Chris to his car.

"Is...Claire okay?" Leon mutters as Chris starts the car. Leon can see Chris hold the wheel stronger than he should, but the moment passes, and Chris answers.

"She is worried sick about you. She has been...busy, that is all."

Leon knows that is a lie. He had seen Claire on one of the visitations day, and she seemed upset like she had been crying every day since she found him. Leon felt guilty Claire was finding him (he thought someone else would) and was outraged when she saved him. And he ended up lashing out at her. When Claire tried to argue during the visitations that is what you would have wanted, Leon roared that he never wanted to see her again.

To be honest, Leon is relieved. One less person for him to hurt. Chris, well, that one was hard. Leon knows he isn't giving up that easily. Especially after the last thing he said to you was that he would protect him during a mission.

"No, no, Chris, you don't understand, he bikes around without a helmet and thinks that is super cool? I mean, how old is he again? You better keep your eye on him, if I am not around. Got it?" You asked, winking in Leon's direction. He knew you were teasing him, but Chris's tone was serious when he answered.

"Loud and clear."

In the first three weeks after your death, Chris was there. He rummaged through the house, taking everything Leon could use to harm himself. Leon's guns were the first to go, Leon didn't know how he discovered the password, and honestly, he didn't care. He just woke up a day with them gone. Knives? Gone. It was like Chris was baby-proofing the house.

Leon would have lost much more weight during that time if it wasn't for Chris insisting on him eating. Or hydrate. Warning if he got too weak to take care of himself, Chris would have made sure to strap him to a bed and kept him there against his will.

"There are cigarettes in the glove's compartment," Chris says, cutting his line of thought.

Leon looks at him with suspicion before opening. Chris wasn't lying. There is even a lighter there.

"You smokin' now?" Leon asks out of curiosity.

"No. I bought those for you."

Leon lights up a cigar, opening the window. The rest of the car ride goes silent, and when they finally arrive at Chris's house, he turns off the car, sighing.

"Look, Leon. I am not very good at this, and you know it. You will stay with me as long as you want, but I can't keep you a prisoner in my house."

Leon observes him, and Chris takes the courage to finally say it.

"No one wants you dead, Leon. What happened to Y/N, it wasn't your fault. And you need therapy."

Leon gives a humorless laugh, opening the door of the car.

"You are not bad at this, Chris. You are terrible at this."

-x-

4 months, 1 day, 5 hours

Ada Wong is good at her job. She does what she is paid to do when she needs to do it. No feelings attached, except, well, when Leon Kennedy is involved. It had been like this since the events during Raccoon City.

And then, suddenly, you appeared on his side during the events in Spain. You were something else, for sure. Standing by his side, remaining strong, although that was your first mission, or so Ada heard. And facing up her, determination in your eyes. Ada found you adorable, perfect for Leon. The loyalty, in your eyes, was something she could never demonstrate.

The man in front of her now was just what once was Leon Kennedy, her..."ally" from the other side. Ada had to admit she was shocked when she first saw him, barely recognizing him. Leon had big dark bags under his eyes, not as strong as he once was. And there was...no life in his once vivid blue eyes. Nothing.

"Ada Wong. Doing something for yourself again?" Leon asks, his voice monotone.

Ada was used to his hostility, mistrust, and even anger. But not that complete apathy, a complete lack of emotions. Leon Kennedy was dead, she was confident, and he died when you did.

"You know I don't share my secrets, big boy," She says, her tone the same as always. "But we can always find common ground, as we always do."

Leon nods, and Ada tells herself she shouldn't care, she shouldn't ask. But she has never seen it like this, and this Leon frightens her.

"I have heard about Y/N. My condolences."

Leon's eyes go wide with surprise. He looks at Ada as if she has just arrived from outer space.

"Is this one of your schemes? 'Cause if it is, cut the crap, I am not in the mood."

"It is not. I heard about what happened." Is Ada Wong really showing empathy? Leon blinks, surprised, but he shakes his head. No, it has to be one of her tricks. Since when did Ada start caring about him?

"Shut up, Ada. Do not mention this ever again. We are here for a mission, nothing else, nothing more. Stop pretending you fucking care." Leon's voice is low, and Ada doesn't say anything as she watches him walk in the dark corridor before her. She has known him long enough to know when he is being serious, and she knows he is threatening her life now.

Ada sighs. The Leon Kennedy she once knew, was gone. You left a carcass behind, a damaged man for the rest of his life. Ada still remembers the last thing she said to you, before she disappeared.

"You are truly special. Take care of him."

-x-

1 minute

"Is Mr. Leon Kennedy speaking?"

Leon stops when he answers his phone to a strange voice.

"Yes? Who is this?"

"Mr. Kennedy, this is from McKenney Hospital. Could we speak with you in just a moment? Are you busy or driving?"

"No. Hospital, you say? What is going on?"

"We just need a moment of your time. Do you know Y/N L/N?"

Leon's heart starts bumping against his chest.

"Yes. What about it?"

"Y/N L/N was involved in a car crash today, sir. At this moment in time, they are doing surgery on them."

"What? No, excuse me, ma'am, this is some mistake."

The gentle voice behind the phone silences as she listens, Leon saying you weren't involved in an accident. It was impossible. You were coming to have dinner with him later, you were going to forgive him, you were going to be back together just fine. When Leon shuts up, the voice speaks again with much more compassion.

"You are tagged as their emergency contact, Mr. Kennedy. How long can you get in here—"

"I just fucking told you, lady, that is impossible, they are coming to have dinner with me, we are supposed to reconnect, and you aren't listening to me!" Leon screams the last part, punching the counter before him and making all the glass bowls in the counter jump.

The compassionate voice waits to speak again in a much more determined tone.

"Mr. Kennedy, I suggest you come to the hospital, not alone. Come with a friend. We will answer all your questions and concerns when you get here. Just don't come alone."

Leon turns off the call, pissed. How can the lady be so stupid? He told her over and over again you were on your way to his house, your house. Leon had been cooking the whole night, preparing your favorite dinner. After that, he would never let you away from him ever again. He breathes deeply now, trying to ease the tremors on his hands, when he lets his eyes wander off to the TV, a news broadcast about a terrible accident that happened. Some drunk driver caused this accident that involved a with a truck oil tank, and five people were killed. Many injuries reported.

Without thinking twice, Leon grabs his motorcycle's keys.

He doesn't know how he got in one piece in the hospital. Something inside him tells him to call Jill, Claire, Chris, or someone, anyone, but he doesn't. The hospital's entrance is chaotic, with most victims being taken there since it was the closest location.

Leon asks your name to the front receptionist, and they say they are operating you now. The lady points to the waiting room area, where Leon waits. Leon had felt fear many times in his life, but nothing compared to this. He knew you were strong. Stronger than him, actually. You were brave. You were getting out of this.

Because he didn't know how to live without you.

Leon observed families getting good and bad news for what seemed an eternity. The death toll climbed to more two people, a mom crumble in the doctor's arms due to the loss of his son and husband. Leon was praying, begging for some higher force or anything for you to live.

He would never drink again. Leon Kennedy would never let the darkness inside him win and let you go. He would never doubt himself or his ability to love. No, Leon would love you even more intensely than he already did, more than anything in his life.

Leon takes a while to get up when the doctor finally calls his name. He feels sick, his stomach is twisting. He counts nine steps until he gets to the doctor, a lady with scrubs and an indecipherable face.

"Mr. Kennedy, do you want me to take you to a more private room?"

"Tell me."

The doctor sighs, looking directly into his eyes when she says.

"We did everything we could, Mr. Kennedy. I am sorry they didn't make it."

No.

"I am sorry, Mr. Kennedy, I truly am."

No. NO! NO!

"Mr. Kennedy, please, don't, I am sorry. Can I get some help over here? Please, don't do this!"

It takes six or seven security guards to stop Leon from destroying the waiting room or even hurting someone. He is crying, he is begging, he is losing himself. It couldn't be true. It just couldn't. It was unfair: not after everything he had done or everything you went through together. He always told you he needed to die first because Leon knew damn well he couldn't live without you. Leon has a hole in his chest that will never close again. He feels someone pull his sleeve up, a pinching sensation, and Leon falls into darkness.

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minty-mumbles · 8 months

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Linked Universe Survey 2023

The long awaited results of the survey. Sorry it took me forever, making graphs is hard.

There were 452 responses to the survey as a whole, which is almost double what we got last year, so thank you to everyone who participated!

If you want to see the raw data, you can find that here. I had thoughts about the data, but compiling that into another post would be too much of a hassle. Feel free to send me asks about it though!

The rest of the post will be under a read more as it it large

Demographics

Other: Demigirl (4), Transmasc (3), Grey genderfluid, Unlabeled, Demiboy, Demiagender

Other: Omnisexual (4), Poly (2), Trixic, Abroromantic or Bellusromantic, Demisexual

General Questions

Other: Quotev, Discord, their own google docs

Other: Discord, Variations of "I haven't posted yet, but I pan to" and "I haven't posted my fics in ages",

Other: Wattpad, Deviantart, Discord

Other: Crochet dolls, Custom dolls, Roleplay blogs (2), Fan translations, Headcanons (2), Piano music

The purple section in the “Warriors vs Warrior” chart is supposed to read “Warrior.” I made a typo.

Favorites and Least Favorites

Selected Free Response Answers

im sorry warriors i just can't play your game (it is very very hard. i am stuck very early on in the game)

I love cats meow meow meow

was extremely tempted to put twilight for least favorite. unfortunately he is my favorite to write from the perspective of (he has taken over most of my wips. help) and that probably counts for something. WILD on the other hand. hooo boy how the hell do i characterize this gargoyle. why is he Like That. least favorite it is

Twiddy

very good fandom to be in :) everybody is very nice

It's a straight up crime that Wars lost the aesthetics poll so quickly. He has such a peak Link design with the best colors. Ugh I'm getting wistful.

FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. ALSO HAPPY PRIDE MONTH. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS.

I will fight Hylia herself and the next person who implies Twi can't handle spice. If we're going to lean into him being southern/Midwestern, which is an alright stero type for our rancher, please keep in mind the culture you're basing him off. The south and midwest can handle their spice, I assure you. Have you ever had authentic Louisiana gumbo? It will melt you tongue off. Or some good old fashion spicy fried chicken? I promise the real stuff has quite a kick. (In all seriousness, though. It's more important that you're having fun. And even I can admit the idea of Twi being an Ordonian who can't handle his spice is more than a little funny.)

I am an OoT Link edgelord and have been since early 2017. So, in September of that year, when an artist by the name of jojo56830 puts out a lineup of nine different Links and the Hero of Time is there – the oldest, no eye, Hero’s Shade armor? I saw that one sketch and just thought “oh this is gonna be bad.” Yeah of course he has the coolest design. By the way, it’s only a matter of time until Fierce Deity shows up in the comic and I have reason to believe it could be this current Dawn arc. Dawn … Dawn of a New Day … and who brought about the Dawn of a New Day? Fierce Deity. Twilight is recovering but still injured and what will happen if he falls again? Fierce Deity is coming and we need to be prepared. In this essay I will—

Remember that time when someone put the whole script of the bee movie in here? I’m not that dedicated, and I don’t have that time, but let us remember and hope someone else does it again this time. Cause someone is bound too. We’re all crazy enough to do it. Alright, love you and stay hydrated pls!

Hi! I joined this fandom really recent but i’ve always seen LU stuff on pinterest and elsewhere. Only recently have i actually took the time to understand the fandom and get back into LOZ stuff and i adore the characters and story! The more and more fanart, fanfics, and comics i see about the different Links the more i love them all. It’s such a pain to pick just one i like or one i don’t like because they’re all so unique. I love this fandom and hope to get more involved!! Have a wonderful rest of your day :]

Epona is an underrated queen

your mom

I really don't get why Zelda is called Artemis. Athena makes more sense???? It perplexes me

Anyone seeing this should check out Breanna’s E!Wild AU

Something something queer every Link into oblivion!

#linked universe #lu survey 2023 #lu wild #lu twilight #lu time #lu warriors #lu legend #lu wind #lu hyrule #lu four #lu sky

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natalie668 · 23 days

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Lost Girl

Lost boys fanfic, will be multi-chapter fic.

Lost boys (Michael as well) x reader.

Watching them through your dream had you worried, most people have 1 or 2 soulmates. You believed 3 is the max amount recorded, yet here you are dreaming of 5 men, well if you can call guys in their 20's men.

Sitting up in bed, you peered over at your phone. It hadn't long stopped beeping its annoying tune, it's 7am and you had to hurry up and get ready for work. Rubbing your eyes you swing your legs over the side of the bed, you peer down at the 5 names written on your arm; Michael, David, Marko, Paul & Dwayne. Supposedly the order of names in when you will meet each of them.

You have yet to meet a single one of your soulmates, but you guessed that having only just had your birthday 2 weeks prior it wouldn't really give you much time to have met them anyway.

Walking out of your quaint little bedroom, you make your way over to the bathroom, stripping off you begin turning the knob on the shower toas hot as it can go, (which really is pitiful) the landlord still hasn't been and fixed it even though you had alerted him to the fact its been playing up since you had moved in when you'd turned 20. You guess you can't rush these things.

After you've gotten yourself ready, you set off to work, you've been working as a receptionist in a Library since you had turned 18. You had been to college and finished between the time of finishing high school and turning 21.

As you make your way through the busy town, you can't help but sigh seeing the various couples holding hands making their own ways to work. Every day you see it, heck you even see it with working in the library. You can't help but just wish that one day you'd meet your own soulmates.

The work day went quickly, answering phones, scanning books through which people came and dropped off, passing books onto those who placed them on the correct shelves.

There was a thunder storm wracking through the sky as you made your way home, you were not going to spend a fortune getting a taxi and get stuck in traffic just to go 7 streets over. just as your were rushing past a tree when an almighty bright light shot straight in front of you hitting the tree a massive crack was the last thing you heard and an almighty pain and didn't see again.

~*~*~*~*~

The first thing you heard was screams, and the second thing you noticed was the fact you were lying on a beach, you could feel the grains of sand underneath your fingers, peering down at yourself you were wearing the same clothes you had gone to work in, yet you were nowhere near home, the nearest beach was 200 miles away and you don't think you would have not noticed going in a car to get there. So where the hell were you.

Standing up brushing the sand off my clothes, I looked towards where I could make out some steps, I set off to see where the hell I had turned up.

As soon as I got to the steps I could see rides, people dressed like they were from the 80s and a lot of people running around. I stumbled forward heading towards a shop which I could see had a newspaper stand out front like I'd seen in American movies. I peer in and spot the year 1987, I stared in shock, I looked to the top corner, it said 'Santa Carla' I felt like I was going to throw up, I could feel myself getting light headed. I stumbled over to a bench and placed my head in my hands.

I had somehow ended up in America in the late 80s, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!?

I peered around trying not to throw up, my brain was going a million miles a minute, how the hell had I gone back in time. The last thing I remembered was walking home in the thunder storm and seeing a bright light and then nothing.

I panic, feeling my chest, my arms trying to find burn marks, nothing appeared to be on me, 'I must have died' I couldn't help thinking. 'How else would I have ended up going back in time, to freaking America'. A sob escaped my lips, I couldn't believe this was really happening, I pinched myself sharply on the arm to double check I wasn't dreaming.

I stand up from the bench when I finally feel like my heart isn't going to beat out of my chest, I slowly walk down what appears to be some sort of boardwalk, I get towards the end and lean against some metal bars which over looked the sea. Wiping the tears from my face I start to worry about where I am going to sleep tonight, how I'm going to live.

A sharp pain slices through my arm, I look down at my arm, the name 'Michael' is practically glowing red'. Turning around I spot another person grabbing their arm in pain, his eyes meet my own, his head turns to look me in the eyes as he steps towards me, "Hi, I'm Michael," he says as he takes a tentative step towards me. You can tell he's nervous, hell; I'm nervous. I've just gone back in time, and now I'm meeting on of my soulmates?!

"Uhm, nice to meet you, I'm Y/N" I say stumbling over my words, I look him up and down, he's pretty; wild dark hair, dark eyes. He's beautiful. I can't help but feel plain while stood next to him.

He steps towards me, his hand caresses my arm, in the spot where my soulmate mark is, he looks towards my arm and spots the names written on there. A frown marred his features, he slowly takes in the names; his frown turns into a scowl. It makes his face seem to take a different look, his eyes seeming to yellow out of nowhere, which surely must be the light?

His fingers grasp my wrist bringing it closer to his face, he looks up at me, "I think you should come with me, y/n." he says as he looks around at his surroundings like he's expecting someone to jump out at any moment.

Chapter 2

#the lost boys paul #the lost boys dwayne #lost boys1987 #lost boys x reader #lost boys poly x reader #lost boys 1987 #the lost boys marko #the lost boys david #the lost boys fanfiction #lost boys #the lost boys #david x reader #Dwayne x reader #marko x reader #paul x reader #vampire fanfiction

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ishipjindok · 4 months

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Marking 🐺

.Warning ⚠️

.English isn't my first language and might be a misspellings

. Omegaverse

.Kim Dokja (Dominant Omega), Sung Jinwoo (Dominant Alpha)

.I don't know why i make a whole Fanfic just to explain this one panel drawing

.Cringe and might make no sense in some sense cause I'm stupid

When dokja was walking in the ruined buildings he got suck in by a portal that suddenly appeared and transfer him into another world

*thud* "Ouch!" Said Dokja while he was fall flat on his butt and a hard and solid ground,he look around and saw he was in some backstreet but luckily nobody see him.

He cursed at his terrible luck,he confessed his love to yoo joonghyuk and was rejected cause turn out Yoo Junghyuk known as the supreme king to be an Omega a resessive one which make Kim dokja greatly embarassed

He was confused but then he realised that 'Way of survival' didn't mention Yoo Joonghyuk second gender they only tell them that he had a child with Lee Seolhwa who would ever thought he would be an Omega

When remembering that confession make him flush red again

He standup and pat himself clean after that he start walking towards the street where he find crouded people walking and minding their own business

He start looking around and only able to find out some information about this world such as this world also face an apocalypse and people that have awakened their magic ability are separated into group such as lowest Rank E into highest rank S he wondered

'why there aren't any F rank cause isn't F always the lowest Rank in game and the highest should be L right?'

Lost is thought he almost run into truck-kun but someone pull him back when he look back he met E rank hunter Jinwoo,Dokja got a little heat coming up from his stomach he ask himself 'what is this feelings?' it's like he met his destine person,his soulmate

Dokja thank him for saving him and the boy name sung jinwoo happily told him it was no problem

From then on he and Jinwoo exchange phone number and Dokja live next door to him and he and Jinwoo and jin-ah get along together

4 month's has passed since he got into this world luckily he was able to used his coin and turn it into the money that can be used here, he even got into the association guild

*Beep! Beep! Beep!* Dokja lazily turn off his alarm and get up from his bed he checked the phone and it 7 am he grumble, he suddenly felt a little hot in but he never mind it and he'll take a shower and be fine and go to the bathroom and start showering when he done he came out and he start to heat up the food and after eat and clean he start to get dress and start walking out and he get a called and when he pick up he was shock and in panic

When he reaches the hospital room he find jinwoo sitting and smiling awkwardly "hi..hyung.." he see jinwoo with a bandage in his cheek,arm and chest

Dokja was panting heavily and and rush towards jinwoo pull him by the collar while tear fall from his eyes "how many time i told you..why did you won't listen to me!.." his body felt a rush of hot sensation but he thought it was just because how he run to the hospital

"when will you listen to me?" Said Dokja the romm was silent until Jinwoo said something "Hyung.....please go away how can you come when you're in that state!" Said jinwoo Dokja didn't get what he mean "what do you mean?" He ask as he felt the heat coming again, jinwoo breath heavily as he was out of breath "Jinwoo are you ok?!" Said Dokja while he came closer to jinwoo "I can't take it anymore!" As he said that he push dokja into the bed while press dokja down dokja was shock "Jinwoo what are you doing!?'' as he said that dokja felt a hard thing into his butt '!!!' "J-jinwoo" said Dokja when he tried to escape "Submit omega" dokja couldn't move as if he was paralyzed jinwoo release his pheromones "ngh!"

'shit I can't moved!' "Dokja hyung I can't take it anymore as I have been waiting this for too long and you know how dangerous it is to walk straight into alpha when Omega are in heat you know that right?" Dokja was shock and realised that the symtom he had been and avoiding since this morning without much though he have to face the consequences, Jinwoo start to take off Dokja Clothes and start to kiss and bite dokja back "ack!" Dokja moan unable to move his body he felt his body being burnt into heat , Jinwoo had pinch his nipples and start licking the back of his neck "!! Aah! J-jinwoo!" "Ngh!" His eyes widened as he felt a pain coming from his neck and felt blood comming out from it "J-Jinwoo! aah!"

Jinwoo had marked him as his omega, jinwoo had pull out his mouth from it and they both start to pant heavily

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caitlynnrosespn · 8 months

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Another Rant. More Like A Response.

So I was going to make a video about this because I have a lot to say. But I realized that the stutter I thought I had gotten rid of Freshman years comes out heavily if I'm pissed, which I currently am, so I'll just save use the headache and type this out.

Also tagging @apexious cuz they wanted to see this.

Look. I could totally tag people. I could name names. But I'm not going to. Because at this point everyone has probably either seen this post or knows who this person is. And goddamn do I have a lot to say about them.

Number 1: If you're gonna call me out call me out bestie. Coming after me for a post I made expressing discomfort at a NSFW self ship is fine and all, but then you go ahead and say stuff like "adult people can have adult thoughts about other adults" when my post was referring to a fanfic written by a KID? Get your facts straight before you say anything that's public. Here's the thing, was my post in poor taste? Quite possibly. Was there an adult way to handle it and get the results you wanted? Oh yeah. Did you do the adult thing? Nope! Instead of either A. taking it to a private message and explaining what was wrong or B. making a respectful post that highlighted what was wrong in a mature way, you made a disrespectful, arrogant, self righteous post bashing an entire fanbase despite the fact that only a few people were at large. So now, instead of placing the responsibility of accountable parties, which I would have been included in, and allowing to own up and apologize, you have now not only included yourself into the problem, but also blown the problem wayyyy out of proportion. May I remind you that we are a fairly tiny fandom based on a video game directed at children? I've been playing since 2012, so believe me when I say these games have come a long way. Hell, these characters now in fanfics didn't have names until The Traveler season happened. Remember the days of referring to characters as "the coach from One Kiss" or "Jessy's guy in Swish Swish" or "P1 in Lean On"? Yeah, that was surprisingly not that long ago. So it is responsible to believe that the concept of NSFW or self shipping in a fandom is relatively new to us. Shit, we are not going to act like a normal fandom! This fandom is very different then others, so if we make a mistake like bagging on things that are all normal in other fandoms, then be fucking patient! Call it out in a respectable way, and let us fix it! We always do!

Next, the other problems you discussed? Are they currently in the room with us? I have not seen these problems like, at all. There is no mass shitting on people who have comfort characters. People who fetishsize and disrespect characters? Hell yeah (we took care of people like youngjackissohot and others), but not genuine comfort/kinny characters. The vast majority of us have a comfort character and that's why we are in this fucking community in the first place! Maybe i'm just blind as a bat, but I have not seen anyone tear apart anyone watching maps on Youtube. Bitch, most of us don't have a Switch so those maps on Youtube are our saving grace to stay in this community. Is this happening on another site, like Reddit or Twitter? Cuz if so maybe you should have gone and bitched to them instead of complain on here.

And you don't think we should benefit from your presence in this community? Ok Jesus, sorry you're leaving! Seriously though, while I appreciate everyone in this community and think you make an impact no matter how big it is, this is a classic case of "someone got a little too big for their britches". Sure, we hate to see you go. But like you said, you haven't been active since Lover Coaster (which you couldn't even remember the name of btw-how in the absolute fuck are you going to get involved with Fandom matters if you can't even name the last season you remember?) and we all survived without you. So don't pretend all of a sudden you're some hotshot celebrity whose mere absence in this community will affect anything. I have a few good fics that I am updating frequently that I know people will enjoy, and I've active for a good while, but I know if I fell of the face of the earth right now my absence in the fandom won't cause any major issues. Get a reality check.

Lastly, you're dealing with a fandom here. A group of humans who are all flawed and all make mistakes and all have their moments. If you're not happy with the ugly sides of that, then I'm sorry but you don't deserve to benefit from the many good sides. We are by far the least problematic fandom I have so far heard of. For the most part, we are kind to each other and care for each other and we love each other. If we make mistakes we make sure to fix them and then we carry on. If you have a problem with us not always getting along and us sometimes having our moments then don't let the door hit you on the way out.

I'm sorry you have to see this side of me, but come after this family and call us nothing more than a group of fucking assholes and see what happens next bitch. Cuz next time I won't hesitate to nane names.

#just dance #love you guys #sorry for that

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alexies101 · 7 months

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Fanfic idk

Tw: Homophobia

Art watched TV as Paul cooked in the kitchen. It was a sunny Thursday morning, not too hot but not too cold. He flipped through channels. Then he stopped. He saw the most beautiful man he ever saw talking about the latest product on the market.

His voice was like deep rich chocolate. His straight black hair shined in the light. He was tall and lean, and his piercing brown eyes seemed to be staring deep into the singer's soul. Art felt his face become hot, and a bulge began to rise.

He thought he got rid of this problem. He began to shake and tried to push it down. Shit, it's not working. Paul would be done cooking any minute. He can't see him like this.

Maybe if he goes to the bedroom, it'll be fine. He could try to get rid of it there. He stood up. The man's voice echoed in his ears. He collapsed, just itches from the door.

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Him and his big brother watched the TV. There was a special movie on tonight, one with sweaty and muscular cowboys saving the beautiful and helpless brunette from the bad guys. The eight year old Arthur liked all the action and drama. He could even picture himself as the main character in some scenes on his big horse and brown hat.

Towards the end, a very handsome man came on screen. It was the brunette's brother. He was frightened by how beautiful he was. His voice had a western accent. He began to blush when the man kissed a blonde woman. His brother saw.

"Aww, does little Artie like the pretty girl?" His brother, Jules, teased, not mockingly but not sweetly either.

"Yeah....but I also like the guy too...."

He felt his brother stare at him in horror. The older one turned off the TV and rushed them up to Art's room. He shut the door and locked it.

"You can't like the man, Arthur." His usually calm older brother's serious tone made Art very nervous.

"Why? Who said?"

"Society. I personally can give two shits but I don't know about mom and dad."

"But they'll still love m-"

"I'm not sure."

His parents not love him? That'll be the worst thing in the world.

"People like you," he pointed to Art's heart. "get beat up, mocked, even murdered. I don't want you getting hurt, so you can't tell anyone, not even mom and dad, ok?"

"....ok."

"Now, who do you like?"

"Girls, just girls."

"Good. Every time you feel all.... strange, I guess? You just remember what I said, got it?"

He looked down his feet. "Yeah."

That night, it was the first time he felt disgusted with himself. He could control it. He's sure of it. Nobody needs to know.

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When he was 15 or 16, he met a boy. He doesn't remember his name, just that he wore funny glasses. One day, the boy didn't come back to school. He later found out he was killed because someone saw him with his boyfriend.

When he was 16, he met another boy. He was so strong and gorgeous. He developed a crush of some sorts. He felt disgusted with himself, but he just couldn't help it. Once, he saw him with his girlfriend, redheaded and stunning. They kissed passionately in the hallway. Art couldn't help but stare, then run to the bathroom to cry. He knew he could never have him, but it sucked either way. But that wasn't upsetting him.

They both looked perfect. He shouldn't be looking at both, just the girl. He felt ashamed. He was so ashamed that he skipped two of his classes to go home. He wept until he fell asleep.

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By age 19, he had enough of this curse. Nobody knew, not even Paul. He found a solution, but he knew it would be the most painful thing he'll ever have to do. He sat in his room and took out two magazines. One full of naked women, which made him excited. That was fine.

Then he opened the other one. It was full of handsome men, especially Elvis pictures. He looked, it went up, and he punched it. Every time it went up, it was punished. He did it so long that his poor little buddy got red and bloody. He repeated it for two weeks. After that, it didn't raise again for men.

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Once at a concert, he saw a beautiful woman staring at him with goo-goo eyes as he and Paul sung. When the show was over. Paul noticed the lady.

He whispered in his ear, "You should go talk to her."

They both looked at her, and she waved at them. Paul shoved him to her and hid in the corner.

"Uh, hi." The tall musician spoke shyly.

Her voice sounded weird. Not bad, just weird. "Hi, sweets! I really loved your singing!"

She was so flamboyant, her voice was like a jazz song and she knew how to use her hands as she spoke loud enough for the people in the back of the room to hear. She had big black hair, a big long red dress, tall, perfect makeup, she was a walking shooting star. She was welcoming, Art's wall came down the more he talked to her.

Then she bent down to his ear and whispered, "I'm a man."

"W-wh-"

"I just like dressing up nice. Is that really a crime?"

"No. Can I tell you a secret?"

He whispered in her ear, and they held hands and promptly left together. Paul smirked as they walked out the door. They walked around for a bit, smoking and giggling. They kissed a lot.

"Where you get that dress? It looks really nice." He asked her as they walked around the dark New York streets together, having no idea where they were going or what to do.

"This old thing?" She fixed the ruffles on top. "I made it myself."

"You made that?! It looks so good!"

"Do you want one?"

Art nodded, then went silent. Maybe this will help him. If he dresses and acts like a girl, then it'll be ok for him to like men. She does it, and she looks great.

They went to her house. It was a small, warm, cozy house. She excused herself and changed out of her clothes and jewelry. The person that came out made Art's eyes go wide.

"You look so different!" The singer was blindsided by the gorgeous, short-haired, and even muscular man that walked past him.

"I know, you can call me a guy now." He took off his makeup in the bathroom.

Afterwards, he made Art stand still with his arms up to his sides. He got his measurements. He asked what he wanted the dress to look like. The other wasn't sure, so he gave him a magazine full of ladies wearing the latest fashion. He pointed to a model and said he wanted it exactly like that but black and white. It was a stripped dress.

Next, he did his makeup. It was the first time Art ever had makeup on his face. It felt weird. When it was finished, he looked in the mirror. He looked beautiful just like his mother, but he hated how he felt. It was drowning his skin. He took it off.

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He stayed with him for three days. During that time, he embraced the feminine feelings he hid away for so long. He painted his toenails, did his hair, dresses, skirts, he loved it all. He still felt like a guy, but why not have a little fun?

The dress was done, and he got changed. He was given black flats and white nail polish. The guy looked at him like he was a prize and took him to a mirror. Art blushed. He loved the way he looked. He felt like a beauty queen.

"You look so beautiful, Artie." He said as he put a pearl necklace around his neck.

He gave him gloves and bracelets. He then sprayed perfume on him. He smelled like flowers.

"I feel so pretty." He smiled at himself in the mirror.

He never saw himself like this. He felt overjoyed, as if there was a big butterfly in his heart happily flying around. He had to go. He hugged him, thanked him so many times, then put his dress and accessories in a big bag.

He walked the streets of Queens with his head up high. He was unstoppable but also hungry. He went to a corner store. As he was paying, the cashier saw his painted nails.

"Man, you're a faggot!"

Art froze. He heard that word before, but that was the first time he was ever called that. "Excuse me?"

"I said you're a faggot!" The cashier grabbed grabbed his hand to show his wife behind him. "Look, Barbara! A fag!"

Him and his wife laughed at him. The shame he carried with him at all times came right back to gave him a good kick in the ass. He rushed out and ran back home. Once he was there, he locked himself away and cried like a baby. Paul tried to get him to talk, but he was too distressed to even speak.

He felt like he was slapped back into reality. He couldn't be who he wanted to be. He couldn't be who he was. He hid the dress away. Nobody could know. Out of sight, out of mind.

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"Arthur! Art, c'mon! Wake up!"

Art woke up to Paul shaking him and putting water on his face. Paul sighed in relief and forced him to lay on the couch. He still felt a little dizzy when Paul was sitting on the ground next to him.

"Are you ok? What happened?"

He never heard Paul be so concerned for him. He fainted before. It was when him and the rest of gym class were forced to go outside on a melting May day. He felt lightheaded and Paul tried to get the teacher to let them go back inside. He fainted after they were told no and went home early once he woke up. He heard that Paul had a panic attack right before he woke up. But he played it cool. He pretended that he knew that Art would be just fine. He wasn't pretending now. He was showing genuine concern for him.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Art's voice sounded tiny and shaky. His heart was beating out of his chest.

Paul, thinking he was about to tell him government secrets or some shit like that, spoke to him in a calm tone. "Yeah, you could tell me anything."

"I think I'm gay."

Paul's eyes looked like a dinner plate and his mouth hung open. That look made Art want to hide in the corner.

Once he picked his jaw off the fall, he asked, "Really? But you've always had girlfriends, you slept with girls before."

"I know, that's why I said I think." He took a deep breath. "I like girls too."

"Do you like one more than the other?"

"No, not really."

Paul started thinking back. The signs were always there, it was so obvious! He always looked at both genders when a kiss scene came on. He always avoided the people who didn't like gays. Ugh, why didn't he see it before?

"Do you like....me?"

"Ew." They both laughed.

"Still, is there even a name for it?"

"I don't know, but you don't have to have a label." Once in a blue moon, Paul gets sentimental and cheesy. This was one of those times. "As long as you're my best friend, I don't care who you like."

Art smiled and hugged him. "Thank you." Then he giggled. "I have another secret."

"What?"

"Remember that girl from a few weeks ago? She made me a dress." He felt happy to tell him, but a little frightened. What if that was too much for him?

"Really? Can I see?"

Art grinned at him and went to the bedroom to get in the dress. When he was changed, he got nervous again. Paul sounded interested. What if he laughs at him?

A knock on the door. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm coming out now."

He shyly opened the door. Paul gasped as he walked towards him. He touched his dress and looked down at his shoes.

"You look so beautiful, man."

Art blushed, "Really?"

"Wow." Paul never looked so happy. "How do you feel?"

"Really happy."

Paul touched his necklace. "I'm glad you're happy." Then he hugged him. "Don't be scared to tell me anything, ok? I'll never get mad at you for something you can't control."

The weight that's been holding him down was gone. He was going to be happy now. "Thanks, man."

#classic rock #simon and garfunkel #paul simon #art garfunkel #fanfic #gay #bisexual

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loregoddess · 22 days

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2, 3, 8, and 19 for the fandom game, for any fandom(s) you feel like talking about :)

(for 3, fic and/or meta posts, can't actually remember if you've posted straight up fic before haha)

2. My favorite fic from the fandom that I’ve read

I haven't read a ton of fic sadly (although I haven't read a lot in general the last few years due to college making me read So Many academic papers and books that I got burnt out and haven't quite recovered my love of reading. Yet). Although, my friend @lookerdewitt has written literally some of the best fic I have ever read, so I would probably say one of their fics.

3. My favorite fic from the fandom that I’ve written myself

I have actually sort of written fanfic (both legit fanfic, and also a few "thinly veiled technically fanfic if you changed the names" for a fiction writing class that I had to write several stories for and wanted to see if I could get away with it), but I haven't actually. Shared those fics with anyone? Partly bc I have historically almost never finished any fiction writing project that I have started, ever, and partly bc I'm just shy about sharing my writing in general.

I have been working on a LoZ fancomic idea for the past uhhhh four or five years (technically last decade since I first came up with the idea in late high school and then had it sit in the back of my head for several years bc all I had was a setting and a handful of characters), and I have never in my life stuck with a project this long, so I guess that would be my favorite from my personal works bc it's apparently something I care about enough to not abandon entirely. I've actually made a decent amount of progress on my "detailed outline" recently, so here's hoping I can stick it out and actually get to the script and then to drawing pages one day.

For meta posts I think my favorite is actually my analysis of the Octopath 1 cast and how the major antagonists in each of their stories acts as a mirror and foil to each character. I really enjoy analyzing stories in general, but I so rarely write it out, so I was happy to actually do so for once. Gave me a lot of confidence for all the other meta and headcanon posts that I wrote afterwards.

There's also a Legend of Dragoon meta post sitting partly-finished in my drafts where I analyze themes surrounding each dragoon spirit and its wielders, which I haven't finished bc I only remember to work on it when I'm doing my yearly replay of LoD, and also bc it started looking like it might need to be a series of posts due to uh....length. Like I make a lot of lengthy posts, but each dragoon spirit's analysis was about a short essay's worth of words, and there are eight spirits soooo....hopefully I'll finish that one day, bc it's an analysis I've spent years thinking about.

8. Is there anything I wish people would write more about in fics? (A dynamic, an exploration of an arc, just a character that doesn’t get much screentime, etc)

I'm always a sucker for post-canon healing/recovery/rebuilding arcs. Can't get enough of them honestly (when I have the motivation to read). There's something so fascinating about looking at a character who Went Through Some Stuff, but the main narrative didn't look at the effects of that, and so a dedicated writer took up the challenge of trying to explore what comes after.

Most of my favorite characters are weird side characters who don't get a lot of love from the writers of canon or fans, so I'm always glad to see stuff for them as well.

19. Favorite headcanon

Oh hmmm, there's a lot and it depends on which media we're talking about, so if you're curious about a specific game let me know. Off the top of my head though hmm...

Okay I have this headcanon that Milo TriStrat snorts when she laughs genuinely. Like sure she's got the ladylike proper, cute laugh that's part of her spy job and totally fake, but when she is being fully honest and laughing for real, she snorts.

#space-spring #ask game #I still don't have an ask tag #the fact that I got an idea in high school wrote a short blurb that I didn't feel was going anywhere and shelved said idea for uh #close to a decade before I suddenly all at once had a plot to go with the setting and characters like #never throw out your old stuff I guess you never know when it'll come back to you

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So my brain finally let me make an account for AO3, and of course I got my invite today when the website is down. 😭 The even bigger crime is I can't even catch up on your Silhouettes fic (probably for the best because I've got dumb adult shit I REALLY gotta get done).

But for the past three or four weeks, my brain came up with an Ellie hc that I've been going back and forth of whether it's too ooc or not and I wanted to share it with you: So Ellie struggles with going to school at first, right? Joel ends up cutting a small square (3"x3") from one of his flannel shirts he doesn't care too much about to give to Ellie so she can hold/fidget with it in her pocket when she's anxious at school. It obviously doesn't solve all her problems, but it makes school just a 🤏liiiiiittle🤏 more bearable. Bonus hc: Joel isn't great at stitching fabric, but he tries his best to reinforce the edges of the square with a running stitch so it doesn't fray as bad (it still frays just because Ellie fidgets with it so much). (The tips of his fingers were sore for the rest of the afternoon from accidentally stabbing himself multiple times in multiple fingers.) (PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF THIS IS OOC BECAUSE IT HAS BEEN BOTHERING ME FOR FAR TOO LONG. 😭)

Also, just wanted to mention the bits of fanfic you post on here and your tlou edits you make really help my tlou brain rot. Thank you for your service. 🫡 It is always appreciated. ☺️

Definitely not OOC!

Honestly, I think it's definitely canon in some way that Joel gives Ellie something to remember him by and to make the transition to not being glued together 24/7 a bit easier. A piece of clothing she can have in her hand whenever she needs to is honestly perfect. Maybe Tommy can teach Joel how to do embroidery (cause he's such a grandma in my universe) so he can stitch some things onto it like his name, stars, whatever brings her comfort.

Ellie stealing his clothes in general is just 👌best thing ever, I love it. On her worse days when she still needs to leave the house, Joel straight up gives her one of his jackets or shirts so she can have him literally around her at all times.

AO3 being down was a STRUGGLE, I'm so glad they figured it out again. Silhouettes is like. haunting me currently, I've been thinking about it constantly but my last few weeks have been such a fucking mess I couldn't write at all.

I'm happy people enjoy what I do post though!! Always super helpful and encouraging to hear.

#alex answers asks

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alligatorjesie · 6 months

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Hey OP are you blamings reylos for the reason Ben Solo didn't get a good redemption in EP9?

Something we had no control over? Do you think we run Disney?

I fuckin' wish.

God fucking knows if a reylo did do EP9 it would have been Good.

I would give away every egg left in my body to have EP9 retold by a goddamn reylo if it meant Ben Solo got a better redemption and since I actually read reylo fanfictions I know we can pull it off.

Because we have.

Hurricane Wars is a fucking reylo novel.

The first line in the book is quite literally 'I did this for the rats'

You know, that loving nickname you feckless antis gave to reylos.

I’m pretty fucking sure there is not a goddamn interview Anywhere of Thea mentioning how this is a reskinned reylo story exploring the deep inner workings of internalized racism because that's never what it fucking was.

Did OP... watch interviews of Thea talking about her experiences with racism and now they've mashing the concept of this story together with that interview because I can’t for the fucking love of god remember an instance where Thea rolled up to an interview and said This Story:

is anything but a modified reylo fanfiction. She mentioned how she added some Southeast Asian influences into the book that were not in the original fic but the original was based in the world of Star Wars so that makes since.

I remember that interview.

Editing a fanfic to be publish friendly takes A Lot of effort and isn't as simple as using the 'find and replace' feature in Microsoft Word like I think OP is assuming it is. There's plenty of opportunity to put in whatever new worldbuilding makes since for the story.

I’ve been following this publishing since I read Landscapes With a Blur of Conquerors, back when she was actively still writing it as reylo fanfiction.

Small segway in somewhat related conversation:

The Sword of the Jedi series is still my favorite fucking Star Wars fanfic by her I can't recommend this one enough.

a story still available on AO3 for free if anyone would like to check it out.

If you liked Hurricane Wars and love Star Wars you'll love this one.

It's a really fun 'What If' on the sequel trilogy where the change is 'What if Luke and young Ben found Rey as a child on Jakku and she got to grow up at Luke's Jedi academy?'

A far better storytelling of those characters than we got out of the actual media. I fuckin' blew through it in a week the first time I read it.

Go read it if you get the chance.

Anyways, returning to @shallanspren being a prick who talks out their ass and don't know diddly fuck about this fandom.

Who has just been posting hate to this fandom's tag since 2020.

They’re not a reylo.

In fact they sound so disgusted to read reylo fics that they made this shitass post but they’re going to sit there and tell me and everyone else here straight to our faces that they sat through reading the original fics, the entire books, along with reading/watching full interviews with the authors?

OP is full of shit.

They’re lying and they’re so full of fucking shit I can smell them from here.

They’ve never read the fanfics and they’ll never read these books so how the fuck would they know what the fuck is even in it? How would they know how they differ?

Now, I HAVE read both and I can tell everyone right now from simply having read the original fic; it’s very 'Alternate Universe/AU'. I mean, yeah, it uses some of the basic concepts of the ‘Star Wars universe’ but mostly it’s just new story using well established characters and themes.

So right from the start this fic was kinda it's own thing in it's own world with it's own rules and that's when it WAS directly a reylo fanfic.

Love Hypothesis/Head Over Feet was So Fucking AU besides borrowing the characters' basic personalities and names it was a whole ass original story.

There was nothing Star Wars Universe in that one At All.

Full Stop.

Adapting these fics into books makes both of them very original works because the source material was already very Alternate Universe as we like to say in the fanfic world. Ali never admitted on record she didn’t craft her own stories and I know she never fucking has because I've read So Many of her fics on AO3 back during that blissful period between The Last Jedi and EP9 that she could publish 30 more reskinned reylo fics and still have more to go. She was And Still Is a Very Proficient Writer and a Goddamn Treat of a smut writer.

They're fucking Great!

Way fucking better than regular porn. I can only watch a unempathetic guy rail a uninterested chick moaning the most fake 'Oh! God! Yes!' for the entire length of the video before that shit gets old.

With Ali's fics you can feel the horny but most importantly, The Love, and as a furry smut artist I'm Here For That Shit.

This woman is a Goddamned blessing to this fandom and now to published books too. She writes Such Good Smut she could make a sailor blush. I hope her many more years of happy writing with hundreds more publishing deals. I hope she becomes the next harlequin romance writer so she can continue to pay reylo artists to draw covers for her books God Bless they all fuckin' deserves it after the 8 years of constant bombardment with harassment and death threats from stupid fucks like @shallenspren have thrown at us over the years.

Telling a POC her experiences of racism ain't valid just because just so happens to be a reylo and had the audacity to talk about racism during an interview once and now OP has somehow conflated those two very un related things is kinda shit.

That's a shit thing to say. It's a shit opinion to have.

@shallanspren hates reylo and they'll say any fucked up shit to make these artists look bad because they’re mad and jealous about fanfiction writers making money off their Hard Earned Skills and that's kinda fucked up of them.

What @shallanspren said are lies.

They just made up lies because they're mad someone from the fandom they've been shitting on since 2020 told them the shit opinion they posted into the main fandom's tag is wrong and if they don't like the ship they're welcome to fucking leave that fandom's space.

They got so fucking butthurt about me telling them to fix their tags and leave this fandom alone they

Made Up Two Lies About People They Don't Even Fucking Know

OP ain't got a quarter of the skill to create loved things like either of these artists have because OP has spent too fucking long being bitter and hateful to a group of people for just being super passionate about something.

Too fuckin' blinded by hate to see why these stories are flying off the shelves. Reylos got fucking shafted by Star Wars because stupid anti fucks like OP here have made it their life's mission to spread lies and hate about this fandom by being the loudest minorities I've ever fucking seen. I know of one anti reylo on this website alone who has At Least 4 accounts dedicated to being a anti to this fucking ship.

And I know they're all the same person.

That's a lot of dedication to hate.

OP is so goddamn ignorant they're getting hung up on the fact these fics started out as reylo fics not realizing They Were Always Original Works.

Gorge Fucking Lucas didn't write these fics.

JJ or Rian did not write these fics.

These are original works, regardless of the characters they borrowed to make them. These fics would not exist if the writers didn't sit the fuck down and write them.

Saying these books ain't valid all because they started out as fanfics is fucking stupid. EP9 was written by 'professionals' and had a scene with three characters who know full fucking well Stormtroopers can fly say 'They fly now' so I know for a fact fanfic writers put more consideration into storytelling than JJ fucking Abrams or Chris chuckfuck Terrio ever did.

To simply Sit Down and Write takes Skill and Effort, something both of theses writers have in goddamn spades and OP has NONE of because all they post is broken English run-on paragraphs of shitass hateful opinions no one in the tags fucking asked for.

Live long and die fucking mad about it and stop telling lies about strangers because you're jealous they're more skilled than you OP.

Fuck's Sake.

#antis are fucking insane #anti talk #anti harassment #anti bullshit #fandom hate #fandom nonsense #fandom wank #reylo fandom #published fanfiction #fanfiction is still writing you daffy fuck #The entirety of Sword of the Jedi is better than all of EP9

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brutashaphilindaandsylkiohmy · 2 years

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Hello friends. It's been quite a while.

Okay, okay I get it. I disappeared off the face of the planet without much explanation. All I can say is I graduated college, started a big adult person job, and am kinda sorta in a relationship so... things got hectic very quickly.

That being said, I had an epiphany while taking a shower the other night.

Does anybody remember something very crackheaded that I threw together titled Stranded?

For those who don't know (of which I'm sure there are many), Stranded was a Phil Coulson/Melinda May fanfic idea that stemmed from another fanfic I read that still makes me all gooey inside when I read it named Finding Home. (GIVE IT A READ IT'S ON AO3 AND OH MY GOD IT'S AMAZING)

Basically, May gets stuck in a tiny town when her rental car decides to straight up stop working. Insert handsomely dorky mechanic Phil Coulson and his soccer star daughter Daisy. Through the power of convenience and necessity, Coulson and May fall in love. I won't ruin the ending even though it's pretty predictable.

At least... I thought it was the end.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN I PRESENT TO YOU... A SHORT PREVIEW OF STRANDED CHAPTER 6.

Enjoy if you want 😅

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"Sir, he has yet to respond to our communique."

"I told you, Sanderson, we have to play it by ear with him."

"Sir we can't afford to wait much longer. There are other mechanics."

"Not like this one."

"I understand sir but we have missions to complete and-"

"Then complete them."

"Well we tried but the... the Quinjet isn't repaired yet and-"

"So you need a mechanic."

"Well, yes sir we do."

"He's a mechanic."

"But there are others who have expressed interest in joining us already. We wouldn't have to wait on them."

"Then bring them the hell in. I'll keep an eye on this recruit myself."

"Pardon me sir I just don't understand your... affinity for this one. He's just a civilian like all the others were when they signed up. What makes this one so different?"

Fury's eyes glanced up at the date glowing silently on the holoscreen in front of him. April 4th, 2012. Exactly one month remaining.

"Approve the other recruits. Bring them in and start their damn training. You're dismissed."

Sanderson's footsteps left his office after a quick but hesitant "yes sir". Fury sat down in the chair behind his desk, his one good eye focused on the bloodstained Captain America card in its plexiglass case across the room. Right beside the card was a letter, signed by Melinda May... announcing her resignation from ops.

"I braved hell and high water to get here, Phil. I failed you both before. I'm not about to do it again."

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Don't worry, it won't be The Avengers. That would be boring. Nope, this is gonna be... chaotic with plenty of Philinda and the twins! And also Daisy of course. Timeline-hopping Fury is gonna be...an interesting addition. Lots of Fury getting to know what Papa Phil is like and coming to terms with how different he is. Hopefully it gets finished and put up soon... but until then, keep checking back for updates. 😅

I also understand that there seems to be way more dialogue. It won't be like this when the chapter comes out. I'm still tossing around ideas in my head and dialogue is always the first things sorted, so that's why there isn't much in the way of world-building or anything like that. It'll be much better when it's done I promise!

I love you all! ❤️

#phil coulson #agents of shield #melinda may #philinda #what if #this is gonna be a hot mess #nick fury agent of shield #nick fury

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moonshinemagpie · 1 year

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I Blazed So That You Don't Have To (Unless You Wanna)

After I made an ask tag game with writing questions, I decided on a whim to blaze it. Then I decided to cancel, but tumblr said I'd have to request a refund from the google play store, which sounded annoying, so I let it blaze.

I couldn't find much from users about the blaze experience so I figured I'd write about it here for the curious.

First: I paid for 2,500 impressions, but the post actually runs for 24 hours or until 2,500 impressions are hit, whichever is longer. That's a nice deal imo; mine received over 4,000 impressions.

But second: Presumably because Tumblr is not an evil capitalist surveillance state megacooperation like Facebook/Meta, you can't select your audience by anything other than country. I would have obviously preferred for my post to only be shown to people who are interested in writing, but I figured enough of Tumblr probably writes that it wouldn't be too off-topic for most people.

That being said, if you actually want to advertise something like a book or other project, I can't imagine blaze getting you many customers.

Also, your post will go into a queue to be reviewed by human moderators, which means you can't choose a specific time for your post to blaze. It'll be up within a day of you clicking the blaze button, so plan accordingly if you think that matters.

My post was broad and interactive, so I feel like it didn't piss too many people off, and a lot of people reblogged it to join the ask game. However, 2 people did reply with nasty messages (one had a profile that said "kill kill kill, I hate sluts," and one stated that they hate Catholics in their bio, so that's fun and neat).

I think if you try to sell something or advertise your niche fanfic, etc, you can expect more than 2 trolls. Turn off anon ask before you blaze a post.

For me personally, I liked reading people's responses to the writing ask game, but only 2 people thought to actually ask me the questions I'd written (shout out to those two homies). I also got no increased engagement with any of my regular posts.

People will not notice your account exists just because you blaze one of your posts.

I found a lot of blogs I like, followed a bunch of people, sent questions to the inboxes of some of those who'd reblogged it, and got 5 followers in return. I think most people don't pay much attention to the OP, and I also think I might not have gotten any followers if I hadn't made such an effort to interact with others.

So don't blaze a post just to get followers.

For me, I genuinely like reading about other people's writing processes, and I'm still new to writeblr and am very happy to follow other writers, so that was fun for me. But if you're just trying to shine a one-way spotlight on your own blog, the blaze feature isn't going to do that for you.

So what's the use of blaze?

If you have cash you wanna throw into the interwebs and you think your post is both general and interactive enough to be of interest to a broad audience, then it might be a fun way to find accounts you wouldn't have come across otherwise.

It's also fun for shits and giggles, obviously.

I don't recommend it for advertising.

The bad points

Your post will be shown to potentially anyone. Besides troll interactions, my post also got reblogged by spheres of tumblr I'd never encountered before. Like, lots of TERFs. I'm a sensitive ladybug, and some people straight up post the most violent descriptions and hateful content, like, please please please touch so much grass. I could have gone without reading through some of those profiles tbh. But still fun for the writeblr accounts I did follow.

I changed my username during the campaign because I realized I don't need trolls and terfs to know my author name. Remember stranger danger, etc, etc, and be smart about the info you share in your bio/pinned post/username during a blaze campaign.

Blaze Report

You get a report showing how well your post did, but the numbers don't seem accurate (compare the 246 notes to the 81 notes the report accounts for). Before that, you can also see the impressions the post has had thus far during the blaze campaign. As you can see in the first screenshot, my in-progress update told me my blaze started in 1970 (what a long, strange trip it's been). In other words: Tumblr's gonna tumblr.

In summary

To blaze or not blaze? Probably not, but yes I guess if you want people to interact with your ask game. Turn off anon asks!!!

#blaze #tumblr #tumblr blaze #writeblr

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khaleesiofalicante · 1 year

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Sooooooooooo, guess what?? 😂

Of course I bring you hot gossip on Valentine's Day. I have a reputation!!

Lmao okok. This is long so let's get straight into it;) So, a lot of people today brought flowers, chocolates, etc. My friends and I are not much of that, but Josh gave us cupcakes!! (remember Josh? Idk why all the names seem so confusing even to me if I only have like 4 friends lol. Summing up: Mark: the one with book boyfriend vibes; Josh: cupcakes and generally nice; Andrew: well, you know that one lol; and Sarah: girl with strict parents but so freaking amazing) I am horrible at thinking of names SORRY 😭

Thing is, on our break, I came back to leave some things on my place and then I went with Sarah and another girl to take a little, but just as we were out, this other girl told us she saw someone leave a flower on one of our seats (all of us 5 sit next to each other). I told them we should go and see who was it. I was so fucking sure it would be Andrew's, because we all know a lot of girls like him, and I was ready to annoy him for the rest of the day😂

And guess whose place was it in??? FUCKING MINE!!

Sarah and the other girl just looked at me in shock and before I could stop them, they were looking inside🙂. We looked, and it was a red rose with a letter, with big and beautiful handwriting that just said "Happy February 14th. I hope we get to meet."

....WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?? WTF???

And chaos unleashed from then on. They immediately went to search for the others and oh my fucking god, they are little shits bc they didn't stop bothering me with it for the rest of the day JDHDJDJKD

And they were so excited to know whose note was it. I was really curious too but I knew it would be impossible to know because we asked and no one saw who left it!! The only thing we knew is that they were two girls!!

They started gushing and smirking and winking at me, and asking who I thought they were and I literally have no fucking clue!!! And as I'm known to have the most weird love life, without actually having a love life, LET ME TELL YOU THEY HAD THOUGHTS!

I pointed out maybe it wasn't even for me, maybe it was for one of them and the person just got confused. But they didn't want to accept my theory:)

Anyway, I blush for almost everything, so you can imagine my face the entire day!! And I also laughed so damn hard. I won't recover from this😭

If I had a nickel everytime I got a red rose anonymously on February 14th, I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird it's happened twice, right? But that's another story!!!

I'm still in shock. Were they a girl? Guy? Do I know them? Was it really for me? Was it for Andrew? Will I ever know????

Anywaaaay, of my favorite convos from today, because my friends had a field trip with this😂:

Sara: Ok, maybe you are right at it was actually for one of them (Andrew or Mark)

Mark: and why the fuck couldn't it be her? She could also be liked!

Sarah: I didn't say that!

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Andrew: And do you expect it to be a girl or a guy? I mean not that it matters much ;)

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Everyone: *chanting TeamNoah when we were discussing if it was actually for me*

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Josh: Not that there's anything wrong with it, but with you it's more difficult because we can't even reduce it to just guys or girls😭

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Shara: you are officially a heartbreaker. I mean, we can make a list! *Procedes to name every person I have had romantic convos with*

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Andrew: Damn, I want a secret rose too😔. What are you doing to get yourself into this situations? Because I'll do it too!!

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Everyone: awww, you are blushing!

Me: of course I fucking am!!

This fanfic life has gotten our of control and I don't know how it happened!!!

@springlily25 you need to hear this😂😂

Yeah, so consider this a self-writed fanfic for Valentine's Day lmaoo

first of all what are these white-ass names i am judging you

second of all i didn't know andrew was a romeo and had a lot of girlies fangirling over him OKAY THEN

AND OF COURSE IT WAS YOU YOU ARE SO OBLIVIOUS YOU ARE A FANFIC CHARACTER (also your theory further confirms that you are indeed oblivious fangirl on the verge of an idiots to lovers trope)

ASLO A SECRET ADMIRER?? GIVE ME THIS SHIT. YES.

very curious as to who this is and i wanna know everything goddamnit this has become a priority and i shall not rest until you uncover this!!!!!

but whoever left it has fine fucking taste so good for them i guess 😎

happy valentine's day, you gorgeous gorgeous girl.

and why add @springlily25 is this not chaotic enough already???

#noah boo thang

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piripaprika · 1 year

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nsfw questions meme

seems appropriate given my genre of writing, i'll answer some

1. How many people have you had sex with?

Including giving/receiving oral, 8. If phone sex counts, 9.

2. Can you remember the names of everyone you’ve slept with?

Yes.

3. With whom did you first do the sexytimes? Was it good?

I loathe your use of the word 'sexytimes' with every fiber of my being, but I suppose that if you mean the first time I had sex, I was like 14. It wasn't great. His cum tasted awful and I spit it out on the grass. Oral sex counts as what you've terribly referred to as 'sexytimes'.

4. What’s the best sex you’ve ever had?

A couple of months ago I was with this incredible person that somehow knew exactly what made me tick. They actually went through and read my fanfics bc I told them about them before we fucked. They said they would take them as inspiration for how to do me and I was floored. Anyways, they seemed to get a real kick out of giving oral; every time they finished eating my cunt out they'd come up and kiss me. As time went on I could actually taste myself in their mouth and it was insane. That was definitely my best sex to date. I hope they're doing okay ;(

5. What’s the worst sex you’ve ever had?

It was actually a nice experience back during my junior year of highschool, but then my mom came home COMPLETELY unprecedented. One thing led to another, I got into a fight with her, and she called the cops on me. Needless to say that the guy I was dating at the time and I didn't have sex again.

6. Where’s the most unusual place you’ve had sex?

I gave another guy I was dating a blowjob at the edge of a riverbank in the grass.

7. Where’s the most unusual place you’ve masturbated?

Surprisingly enough, I haven't msturbated in any weird places. I was so horny a couple of weeks ago, literally like a bitch in heat, that I was a couple of bad decisions away from flicking the bean in a bathroom but I didn't go through with it.

8. Have you ever been caught doing the sexytimes?

Yes, on more than one occasion. I also came close to being caught a shit ton of times. Needless to say--- I don't have a thing for voyeurs.

9. If you masturbate, when did you start, and how?

I was, like, eleven? I didn't really know what I was doing and I was mortified about peeing myself for years because I didn't know that is how some women squirt. I tried using inanimate objects and never got a kick out of it.

10. Have you ever been caught masturbating?

I came close to being caught a couple of times, but I've never been caught ass naked or in the act.

11. How would you describe your sexuality using only adjectives (describing words–busy, fluffy, squishy, etc.)?

very picky. I don't fuck ugly bitches.

12. Have you ever been in a queer relationship?

More than one, yes.

13. Have you ever been in a straight relationship?

Yes.

14. How and when did you realise you weren’t straight?

I sort of always knew, but two moments that stick out to me like a sore thumb in my mind were when I watched Nicki Minaj's 'Anaconda' music video on release date like 10 times in a row and when I just played Shakira's 'Can't Remember to Forget You' music video endlessly. No straight girl does that shit. I came to terms with it properly during summer of 2018 though.

15. Are you out to everyone you know?

No? I don't think people need to know my sexuality. It doesn't matter.

16. Where do you meet queer folks to date? Do you find it difficult?

Fuck if I know. I haven't gone out of my way to look for other 'queer folks' to date. It's just sort of happened. I'm not interested in actively seeking out a partner rn anyways bc I'm on my simp shit for someone that caught my eye months ago.

17. If your parents know about your sexuality, how did they react?

Oh, it was horrible at first. Now my mom doesn't really acknowledge it and my dad has his weird ways of being supportive. I haven't been kicked out of the house or anything though.

18. Does your best friend know about your sexuality? How did they react?

Uh, of course they do. There were no surprises there.

19. Describe your first queer kiss.

Rain was pattering outside of my bedroom and I was laying in his arms, shivering because of how nervous I felt. It took me a really long time to muster up the courage to kiss him. At some point he sat up and I crawled into his lap, half-straddling him, and I kissed around his neck, then his ear, then finally his lips. I remember being so happy that day that I could throw up.

20. What’s the queerest shit you’ve ever done?

I don't know what the fuck that means.

21. Are you happy with your body?

Incredibly so.

22. What’s the raddest part of your bod, and why?

Honestly, there are a lot of things I like about the way I look. I honestly won the genetic lottery. I have zero complaints.

23. What do you do with your body hair (pubes, underarms, legs, etc.)?

Trim down my pubes, shave everywhere else. I think outgrown hair is disgusting on me and if people have body odor because of their unkept hair then I won't go withthin ten feet of them.

24. Do you have stretch marks? Where?

I have stretch marks on my hips, insides of my thighs, and my ass.

25. Describe your nipples in too much detail.

My chest is covered in beauty marks, and I have a couple surrounding the areolas. The areolas themselves are just red and brown. I really don't know what you want me to tell you.

26. (Vagina-owners) Do you have an “innie” (small, tucked-in inner labia), or an “outie” (more visible/larger inner labia)?

'outie', the fuck?

27. (Vagina-owners) Is it very obvious when you’re turned on (swelling, wetness etc.)?

Not from my cunt, no. My breathing does get very labored though and I'm very sensitive to the tough.

28. (Penis-owners) Describe the size and shape of your penis. Are you happy with it?

I have a giant monster cock. It's just swinging around and the tip rubs against my right knee. My balls hang to the floor. Heavy is the burden of the blessed.

29. (Penis-owners) Have you tasted your own cum? Did you like it?

I don't have a dick but given the record of my past partners being oral enthusiasts, I have tasted my own cum. I like it, although it isn't something I'd go out of my way to buy or anything. It's pretty neutral and tart and I like the way it tastes when it mingles with someone's spit.

30. (Breast-owners) How does the size of your breasts compare? Is one bigger than the other?

They're pretty even but I'm fairly certain my right one is smaller.

SEXUAL FANTASY LAND

31. Describe your most unusual/taboo fantasy.

I don't really have anything too outlandish or incriminating, I think.

32. Do you fantasise more about real situations, or imaginary/impossible ones?

Real situations that could happen, honestly.

33. Who’s the oddest person you’ve fantasised about?

Back when I was in high-school, I fantasized about my professor ;( I was fighting some demons back then ngl

34. Do you ever find yourself fantasising absent-mindedly, or is it something you do on purpose?

I don't fantasize absent-mindedly. Normally it's triggered by a thought process or something in my surroundings.

35. Do you always fantasise while you masturbate?

No, not always.

36. When you fantasise, does it usually lead to masturbation?

Not necessarily.

37. Have you ever had sex with someone while fantasising about someone else?

Nope.

38. Do you have any celebrity crushes that you fantasise about?

None. Celebrity implies a real person, and honestly I don't really fantasize about fictional crushes too frequently.

39. Have you ever fantasised about something by accident, and felt weird about it after?

Yeah, absolutely. I feel bad when I fantasize about my crush.

40. Describe your most sexy fantasy.

What terrible fucking phrasing. no.

41. How do you feel about BDSM?

I think it can be done well and enjoyed.

42. What’s your most unusual kink?

I dunno, I have a bunch of things that are embarassing. I have a huge thing for nice hands. I also really enjoy the idea of being with someone significantly taller than me (that I wouldn't be able to bench-press). I also like the idea of being able to make that partner cry, or whine, or feel a bit overwhelmed.

43. In an SM context, do you prefer giving pain, or receiving it?

Probably giving pain with bites, scratches, hair-pulling, and slapping if I get irritated. Don't get me wrong--- I absolutely love having all of those things done to me. I just also relish a lot in seeing the wake of my actions.

44. Do you consider yourself to be dominant, submissive, both, or neither?

Both. I tend to sync up to a partner pretty well, though.

45. Describe your most recent bondage experience.

I haven't tried bondage yet ;( but I do have some really nice black ribbon lying around somewhere in my apartment. I hope to be able to put it to good use with some shibari or something soon.

46. In a BDSM context, have you ever referred to anyone as “daddy,” “mommy,” or any similar term?

Nope. I don't fuck with that shit.

47. Do you have a kink for any bodily fluids (pee, saliva, blood, tears, cum, etc.)?

Tears, spit, and cum. Blood isn't too terrible imo.

48. Have you ever revealed a kink to someone and had them react negatively?

Nope.

49. Do you have any kinks that you’re ashamed of?

Nothing really comes to mind.

50. How much money have you spent on equipment for your kinks (toys, whips, chains, etc.)?

Nothing. The vibrator I have was actually gifted to me.

#piripaprika speaks

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