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grotto-esque · 2 months
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I think... people should cultivate a skeptical, questioning mentality towards news reporting, and perhaps especially if that reporting confirms your worldview.
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yappacadaver · 6 months
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heheeeee when he lets the truth slip and gets away with it :D because he went straight into some misdirection :D he is SUCH a liar faker fraud i love himmmmm
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tma-thoughts · 1 year
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I have this really intricate Tim hc that from the ages of about 9-13 he ran an incredibly popular Batman and Robin fanblog. Like, over a million followers kind of popular. It's full of never-before-seen photos, stories from Batman + Robin sightings and encounters, updates, theories, etc.
Now, Tim was very careful to make sure his identity was hidden--no name, age, or general identity was mentioned on or linked with the account. No photo posted included so much as one of his fingers. All anyone knew was that whoever ran the blog lived in Gotham and had enough time to update the blog several times a day.
When Tim became Robin, he gradually stopped posting on the account and eventually completely stops, leaving his followers to wonder what could have possibly happened to him (anything can happen in Gotham, after all).
A few years go by and some My Immortal shit ends up happening where several people come forward pretending to have run the blog, but none of them can verify that they're telling the truth.
And then one day. Tim remembers the blog, logs back into it, and posts a photo of himself in full Red Robin getup with the caption "hey guys, sorry ive been gone for so long. But guess what!"
The internet breaks that day
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voyaging-too · 2 months
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Tips for Spotting Bad & Bullshit History
There's no way to make sure you never fall for historical misinformation, and I'm not expecting anyone to fact-check every detail of everything they read unless they're getting paid for it. But you can make an effort to avoid the Worst Takes.
Ask yourself – if I wanted to verify this, where would I start? If you look at a statement and can’t actually find any facts to check, then you already know it’s bullshit.
Read the Wikipedia article on weasel words. Some experts say it’s very helpful!
Look for specifics: a who, a what, a where, a when. If one of those is missing or very broad, that’s a red flag. Statements need to be rooted in a time and a place. “People in the past have always…” Nope.
Vague is bad. Unless you’re looking at a deliberate large-scale overview that’s being broad and generalizing on purpose, you want names and dates and places and primary sources, pictures and quotes and examples.
But an example is not a trend. There’s a difference between what’s possible and what’s common, and history is full of exceptions and outliers. Extremely unusual people and events are overrepresented in the historical record (because nobody writes down what’s normal,) and they can tell us a lot about history, but they’re not directly representative of their place or time. Imagine a historian trying to reconstruct the 21st century based solely on Kiwifarm.
If a historian is competent or even just trying, you won’t have to go digging for sources, they will be shoved right into your face. Not out of mere academic rigor, but because a person who found them, either first- or second hand, is proud to have found them. People who have proof want to show you the proof, people who figured something out will want to show you their work, walk you through it. If they don’t, ask yourself – how do you know this? And - why won’t you tell me how you know this?
Someone might have a legit historical source, and then try to stretch it to cover times and places where it no longer applies. What’s true of 12th century England may not be true of 14th century Venice, even though both are “Medieval Europe,” so watch for those stretches.
Anecdotes are fine, they reveal a lot about people’s values and perceptions, pro historians often use them for context, but what anecdotes are not is factual truth. Notice when someone is feeding you cute anecdotes.
If someone attributes a large-scale social or cultural transformation to a single person or event, yeah that’s usually bullshit. Chances are, that person was part of a larger trend, a small link in a long chain. You can still appreciate their contribution, just put it in context!
Second-guess anyone who acts like they possess secret knowledge that the Media or Academia (or somebody) is hiding, they’re usually bullshit. Remember, if something has a Wikipedia article, it’s not actually a dark secret.
Remember that if it happened in the past sixty years, tons of people will still remember it, and you can literally just go and ask them.
Learn to recognise a smear tactic. Did this person really fuck dogs, or was their posthumous biography written by their worst enemy? Should we take it at face value? Also learn to recognise overt propaganda in the opposite direction: is the king that great or does he have a court historian on retainer? Remember that people sometimes *lie* in their autobiographies.
It’s fine to speculate about what “could” or “might” have happened, professional historians also fill the gaps in the sources with the occasional educated guess. But failing to differentiate clearly between fact and speculation is a huge mistake.
Do not seek validation in history. It's not there. I’m not saying you should approach history in an impersonal, apolitical way, of course not. Our present situation influences our interpretation of history, and it should. What I’m saying is, try not to hang too much of your individual or group identity on a historical narrative. Especially if it’s bullshit. You’re worthy and human because you’re worthy and human today, not because of the deeds and misdeeds of people in the past.
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avatar-state-kate · 2 years
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God imagine if the joh lock conspiracy had in fact been true - that’s what’s happening with supernatural
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scaranation · 1 year
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HII I SAW UR REQUESTS WERE OPEN!!! your writing is so amazing i couldn’t resist sending one in after i had binged everything…
may i request headcanons for a totally whipped al-haitham with the childhood friends to lovers trope throughout the years? as in how he was to reader in elementary, middle school, etc. but if not that’s fine!!! your fic with him liking reader since middle school was so 😭😭😭❤️ reader teasing him was so funny and i can’t scream about it hard enough 🥹
i hope you have an amazing day!!! keep up the good work!
thank you smm that rlly means a lot! im so glad you enjoyed my writing ❤️❤️ i love the friends to lovers trope sm writing this involved a lot of giggling and kicking my feet, whipped Alhaitham is just so cute. Anyway I hope you like this I had so much fun with it too 😋😋
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༊*·˚ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄
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Pairing: Alhaitham x F!reader
Content: fluff, modern AU, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, (very) whipped Alhaitham
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ELEMENTARY SCHOOL
You’d first met Alhaitham when you were in elementary. He, being slightly younger, was in preschool. Unlike the other kids, he kept to himself, mainly studying a picture book in a secluded corner. Your play areas were separated by a low fence, one which you often loved to climb over.
“Haitham!” You almost fell onto the grass after scaling this fence once again in the break time, peeking over the smaller boy’s shoulder.
“Is that a kangaroo?” You pointed at the picture book enthusiastically. Alhaitham only looked up at you, blinking a few times with his wide green-orange eyes.
“No, it’s a pademelon.” He spoke surprisingly eloquently, tongue only slightly lisping over the syllables.
“You’re no fun.” You sighed, plopping down next to your self-proclaimed friend and beginning to draw flowers on paper with your new crayons. Upon seeing the curious look on Alhaitham’s face, you handed him the green crayon.
“You can draw flowers with me if you want.” You shifted closer. The boy said nothing, only holding the crayon tightly as he watched you happily scribbling.
Once you’d befriended Alhaitham, there was no turning back. He was shy and quiet, but utterly attached to you. You nodded excitedly whenever he babbled on about a new topic, although you never really understood what he was talking about, and played imaginary games with him in the playhouses. He never really understood the imaginative concept, but you would lead the way as he followed along with whatever you said.
“I am the princess, and I am going to become the queen! Bow before me!” You manoeuvred a figurine across the miniature castle.
“No, the crown prince’s wife will become queen when he ascends to the throne.”
“Oh, okay. You’re so cool, Haitham.”
Alhaitham only smiled at you. The truth was, he thought you were the coolest person in the world. He might know all the logistical facts, but he could never weave a story as you did.
“Huh? Haitham, you’re the knight. You need to go to battle!”
Alhaitham was shaken out of his daze when he realised he’d only been staring at you in awe, quickly grabbing the knight figure to move it. Beneath his long lashes, he’d constantly sneak glances at you - looking for your approval that he was doing the right thing.
Whenever you were absent, Alhaitham would ask everyone else where you’d gone. After verifying that - unfortunately - you really weren’t coming to school and shocking his peers with his sudden friendliness, he’d retreat to the outskirts of the play area. He would collect flowers and rocks, gathering them in his small arms - still a little chubby with baby fat - determined to find the best things to gift to you.
When you came back the next day, Alhaitham would shyly press the gifts he’d collected into your hands, eagerly watching your expression. If you smiled, he would too. Truly, although he was too young to know, you were his first love and the centre of his universe.
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MIDDLE SCHOOL
During middle school, you and Alhaitham were in the same class. Due to his intellect, he’d been bumped up by a grade - much to his joy. The truth was, he’d been offered to move higher by two grades, but opted to only move one so he could be with you. Not that he’d ever admit that to you, of course.
Middle school Alhaitham would be better at hiding his feelings. He’d no longer be the the eager boy who openly chased your attention, although he still wanted it just as much. Rather, he’d deploy more subtle tactics, despite them rarely ever working.
It was undeniable that you were quite popular. Given your outgoing, virtuosic personality, you were constantly surrounded by friends. It hurt Alhaitham slightly, knowing that you were his favourite but he wasn’t yours. Despite this, he never changed his aloof demeanour - acting coldly to others, and less coldly to you. It was clear through his gestures that he had a soft spot for you, whether it consisted of paying for your lunch or bringing you snacks.
“Oh, we were supposed to bring a protractor to the test?” You hissed in the silence of the classroom, broken only by the whisper of pencils on paper. The teacher shot you a glare, motioning for you to be quiet.
“Here, I have a spare.” You felt a light tap on your shoulder, and spun around to see Alhaitham holding his hand out. His eyes hesitated before locking into contact with yours, the glasses making them look larger than they were.
“Thank you. You’re so cute, Haitham.” You whispered, shooting him a wry smile before resuming your position hunched over the test paper. You didn’t lie - he really did look adorable, those large eyes and small frame lending him to having a rather endearing disposition.
Alhaitham flushed red, his hands fumbling to close the zipper on his pencil case. He pushed his completed test paper to the side and placed his head on the desk, the hard surface cold on his burning skin. He mentally praised himself for always bringing a spare of every stationery item, just in case you needed it.
Whilst Alhaitham swatted away anyone else who dared ask him for academic help, he’d be almost eager to give you any form of assistance. If you were paying attention, you’d see the way his cheeks flushed when you leaned in to copy his homework, or the slight tremor in his voice when he explained a concept to you. Middle school Alhaitham - now hyper aware of his feelings for you - would be a stuttering mess at times, although that would soon change in his high school years.
“So, after completing the square… this equation can translate to- hey, why are you staring at me?” Alhaitham stopped upon noticing your gaze.
“Haitham, you can be so pretty if you tried a little more. I’m so jealous, you have such nice eyes.” You commented, running your fingers through his soft hair.
“… Why would I seek the superficial approval of others?” Alhaitham huffed, crossing his arms. Secretly however, your words spiralled in his head. Perhaps, if he did as you said, you’d like him too…?
He realised your hand was still on his head, and moved back. You whined in exasperation, flopping onto the desk.
“Your hair’s so soft though…” You mumbled, reaching out again.
“We’re here to study.” Alhaitham snapped, busying himself in flipping through the textbook to hide his red face. He found the content mundane, but teaching it to you made his heart flutter in knowing that he could be of use to you.
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HIGH SCHOOL
Alhaitham in high school was drastically different from his middle school self, to say the least. He’d risen greatly in popularity for being the mysteriously smart and handsome student that barely paid anyone any mind. Much to your surprise, he’d grown even taller than you - making it a lot harder to ruffle his hair. It was rumoured that he’d brutally rejected confessions from many others, and had even made a teacher cry - but the shy boy you knew would never do that, right?
“Where are you headed?” You felt a large hand on your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks.
“I’m… going to study!” You stammered, finally looking behind you to meet a piercing amber gaze.
“Studying? On your way to the bus stop that leads only to the mall?” Alhaitham raised an eyebrow.
“Um, yes, a new cafe opened there and I wanted to study in it.”
“Hey, what’s taking you so long? We’re going to miss the movie at this rate!” You internally cursed as the loud voice of your friends interrupted your conversation.
“Studying, huh… Well, have fun. Don’t expect me to help you this time.” Alhaitham scoffed, releasing his grip on your shoulder.
He sent you his notes later that night regardless.
It was well known around your school that you were friends with Alhaitham, although you vehemently denied any romantic feelings between the two of you - much to his dismay. Because of this, you often had students approaching you and asking to be set up with Alhaitham. Of course, being the epitome of moral excellency, you only agreed if they paid you.
"You know, this girl in my class is pretty cute..." You showed Alhaitham a picture on your phone.
"You like her?" Alhaitham asked, not even sparing a glance to the picture.
"No, I..."
"How much did they pay you this time?"
"What! I would do no such thing-"
"You know, if you just asked me, I could give you way more than whatever they're giving you. Stop trying to auction me off, I have no interest in such things." Alhaitham snapped his book shut. You frowned, tugging on his arm.
"Please? Just one date with her, I'll do anything."
"Anything?"
"Kiss me."
"Why?"
"Wouldn't it be awkward if I were on a date with this girl, and I didn't even know how to kiss her?"
"Oh, true." Alhaitham internally winced at how you didn't give it a second thought, only leaning in to seal your lips together. Although he'd mastered the art of maintaining a cool facade, if you'd opened your eyes in that moment, you'd see the flush in his face. He reminded himself to close his eyes, recalling the countless books he'd read about the topic. It definitely wasn't how he'd imagined his first kiss with you to be, but he'd take anything you gave him.
"Now, you're going on that date right? Here's her number." You winked, pulling away. Alhaitham furiously tugged his headphones onto his ears to hide how red they were, shooing you away.
"I'll text you her number then, Haitham!"
You ignored the confusing twist in your chest, attributing it to the kiss. After all, sharing a kiss with anyone would make you flustered - surely, it was nothing special.
Regardless of your efforts to make whatever dates you sent Alhaitham on successful, it never seemed to work. In truth, you had no idea how Alhaitham knew you'd been spying on those dates - after all, you were so inconspicuous, posing as a mere passerby. But he'd grown used to your exact demeanour, and no matter how hard you tried to be nondescript, his eyes were inevitably drawn to you. Unbeknownst to you, your eyes were drawn to him too - perhaps that was why you felt a slight twinge in your heart.
"Which popcorn do you like?" The girl next to Alhaitham giggled nervously.
"Salted caramel." Alhaitham responded cooly. Your jaw hung open from where you sat hidden behind a poster wall. Whenever you got salted caramel popcorn - your absolute favourite - he'd raise an eyebrow and inform you of your poor decision making, muttering something about the awful taste. You closed your mouth to smile to yourself. Perhaps he was trying to impress his date with his (superior) choice of popcorn. Your smile faltered when you realised how close they were standing to each other, before you mentally cursed yourself. What were you thinking? Surely you didn’t… have feelings for the very guy you were setting up with another girl…?
You followed the pair into the cinema, sitting a row behind them. They'd chosen a horror movie, which you absolutely hated, but you bore with it.
A few minutes into the film, you felt a tap on your knee. Alhaitham held out a fistful of popcorn to you from where he sat in front, his arm outstretched behind him. You scowled. He'd shown no prior indication that he'd noticed you - did he have eyes in the back of his head? You took the popcorn anyway, frowning at how Alhaitham played it off by lowering his arm around the girl's shoulders.
As the movie continued, Alhaitham wished it was you seated next to him. He hated the popcorn, but he'd gotten it just for you, anyway. His heart beat a little louder every time you reluctantly accepted his offering, although he had to glare at the girl who'd stolen your spot every few minutes to make sure she didn't think he was blushing for her. How troublesome this ordeal was. From an objective perspective however, this was fair exchange. If it made you happy, then he was happy too.
Alhaitham wasn't particularly athletically inclined, although his scholarship demanded participation in extracurricular sports. Hence, he found himself in the odorous male changing rooms for the second time that week. It would've been a mundane practice session (with him showing off a little if you happened to be watching), until he overheard a teammate's plans to ask you out.
"You should do it, I'm pretty sure she's single." Another teammate encouraged the first, the echo of a slap on the back reverberating through the room.
Alhaitham frowned. He'd planned to play the long game, although this was an unexpected interruption to his plans. Of course, there were other people to factor in. How could he have been so foolish as to exclude that from the equation?
"Yeah, I've had my eye on her for a while." The first guy spoke again.
"She's taken." Alhaitham blurted. Blurted, as in - his mind didn't fully weigh the decision before it left his mouth in a measured tone.
"Oh, sorry man. Are you two...?"
"Yes, we are." Alhaitham lied smoothly. He'd figure out how to deal with the repercussions later, but for now, he had to prevent anyone else from asking you out.
"That's great. Wish the best for you two." With a friendly (although slightly forceful) pat on the shoulder, the teammate left Alhaitham to head outside.
Alhaitham’s confession to you was ultimately very enigmatic and confusing, just as he was. Although he’d more or less practiced what he would say, when it came to you, he was always at a loss. You were a contradiction, a threat - both to his plans and his sanity. Somehow, that was what made him love you so much.
“I’ve heard a rumour that you and I were dating, Haitham. How come I never knew about this?” You tutted.
“Ah, they’re just saying mindless things. We’re just friends, after all.” That was what Alhaitham meant to say. Instead, what came out was;
“So what if we are?”
“We’re dating?” You cocked an eyebrow, failing to hide your flushed cheeks. Alhaitham noted this detail, trying his best to control the situation. What on earth had he just said?
“Yes, we are. Since we both like each other.” Alhaitham explained, internally cursing himself for his straightforward delivery. The situation was so outlandish - he’d just made an assertion, then supported it to somehow (very obviously) gaslight you into being his lover.
“You like me?” You spluttered. Alhaitham smiled. You hadn’t denied that you yourself liked him.
“Yes, because we’re dating.”
“No we’re not.”
“We are now.”
You stared at him in stunned silence, shocked by his audacity. But you couldn’t exactly deny his claims.
“Okay, I guess we are then.” Your mind still spun. Had he just… declared your relationship status?
“… Thank you.” Alhaitham murmured. You fidgeted on the spot uncertainly, before finally mustering the courage to peck his lips. Before you could scurry off however, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back.
“What are you-”
“I’ve waited years for this. God, you’re so stupid for not realising this earlier.” Alhaitham brought your lips to his, fiercely bringing you in to a passionate kiss.
You closed your eyes, melting into his touch as his hands deftly pulled you flush against him by your waist. Unsure of where to put your hands, you placed them on his chest - feeling it heave with every breath he took. His heartbeat thudded under your touch.
It was strange. Most people thought of him as being cold, almost robotic. And yet, he was so human now, from the light sheen of sweat on the column of his neck, to the flex of his jaw as it worked against yours. The slight tremble of his hand as it rose to rest on your nape, almost as though he too couldn’t believe what was happening.
The two of you pulled away after a while, panting heavily.
“I’ve… got to go.” Alhaitham muttered, walking off hurriedly before he could embarrass himself further. Nevertheless, it was alright for him to be selfish for once, right? It had seemed to work out in his favour.
Despite however much he tried to soothe himself, Alhaitham’s face was red, and a giddiness bloomed in his heart. Any other student would’ve been shocked to see the tender smile spread across his face, breaking that infuriatingly stoic expression. His childhood friend - and his first love - was now finally his.
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kisakis-boyfriend · 3 months
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An Oni's Beloved
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Pairings: Yae Miko x reader
Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, oni!reader, sub/bottom!Miko, size difference, breeding, rough sex, public sex, fingering, eating out
Genre/Format: Smut; Headcannons & scenarios
Author's Note: Requested by @ninjacomix !! Check out the original thirst right here!
Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!
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Lil size queen Miko 🩷
Miss kitsune loves the fact that you're big (in more ways than one)
You tower over her delicate frame in and out of the bedroom easily. Honestly it can be a challenge for Miko not to get turned on even when you're doing something innocent, such as holding hands or standing next to her...
Slinging an arm around her little waist and grabbing her hip with your much larger hand gets the lady dripping with need rather quickly
Depending on how many people are around, you might just slip your fingers in between her thighs and rub her pussy right then and there
This is usually the first step to full-on public fucking
Miko's milky thighs instinctually spread to make room for your hand as you rub over her folds, spreading the newly forming wetness as it accumulates at her entrance
“Ooh... D-darling...come now, th-the other– other shrine maidens will see this...” The kitsune softly moans. Unbeknownst to her, she's already begun to rock against your hand as it wedges between her legs, soon to be knuckle-deep in her wet cunt
Your teasing yet authoritative voice brings a beautiful blush to Miko's cheeks and nose as you ask, “And when has that stopped us before? I seem to recall a time as early as last week when you were stretched on my cock right here— up against the Grand Narukami Shrine.” The smirk in your tone was quite obvious, and it's not like you weren't telling the truth... Miko's urges often lead to risky romps during her duties
“Haah... M-more...more more moremoremore—!! Please, darling– aa-aaahh~ ” Always one to give in to her libido, Miko clung to your muscular arm and whined into your skin for relief. You rolled your eyes playfully, obliging your girlfriend by dragging her around the corner of the building where they hand out fortune slips
Miko braces herself against the wall after you lightly shove her against it, biting her pink lips to prevent any indecent noises from giving away your location. Her clothing is quickly lifted and stuffed into her mouth, muffling whatever was soon to come out
The kitsune's thighs squeeze together as the open air sends a little chill throughout her body; now exposed from the waist down. Your cock is freed from your pants, stiff and ready to fill a tight hole to its maximum capacity. First, you'll fuck Yae Miko's thighs, lubing yourself up in the process. Then you'll slap your dick against her glistening cunt, earning a stifled whimper from your lover as her hole clenches and releases a string of slick
Finally, you'll push half of your massive cock inside — groaning while Miko squeezes your length. Even with her pussy dripping everywhere, the initial stretch still hurts a bit. You have to allow the little thing a minute to adjust. Once she does though, you fuck the life out of her
You're not even trying to be quiet after a few minutes inside Miko's pussy, it's gripping you so fucking tightly, warm and slick with need. Just how you fuckin' like it. The poor maiden handing out the fortune slips can barely hide the look on her face as she recognizes the animalistic grunting from behind her stall. You're moaning expletives with every snap of your hips into your girlfriend's tight cunt, growling downright disgusting things above her while you both lose yourselves in carnal pleasure
By the time you're finally done, Yae Miko's thighs are shaking violently while thick lines of cum run down them. Staining her skin with the sticky substance and the smell of sex. If anyone looks down they will definitely notice the globs of cum accumulating at the head maiden's ankles. Your cum
Speaking of dirty talk...Miko fucking loses it whenever you break out the dirty talk 🥴
She's always so composed, but once you whisper or growl filthy words into Miko's ears? She's gone. Her brain is consumed by horniness
“Fuck, baby... You were made to take oni cock, weren't ya?” She's instantly cumming
“Yeah, take it. Take the whole thing, doll. Gonna fuck your womb and fill ya up~” She's clenching around your cock, milking you for all you're worth 🩷
“This is what you wanted, right? Wanted this fat fuckin' oni dick to ruin your cunt? Isn't that what you said, babe?” Yes, yes it was~
“Haah...yer my little cumdump, aren't you? Mine. My own personal oni breeding meat, yeah?” Yes! Fuck yeah she is!! 🥴
Miss Yae Miko is also a cumslut & creampie queen!
Cum in her, cum on her anywhere, just give her every drop. Please? 🥺
Cover her perky breasts in your seed, shoot some on her wet tongue too~ Cover her lithe body in that thick fluid~
But also! B R E E D her puh-lease!! Give her all of your little oni babies!! Miko will beg so sweetly for your sperm swimming around in her little womb 💞
She's very much the type of lady to melt when you softly eat her pussy after you creampie her!
Let her relax and lay back on a comfy surface, spread her pretty legs, and eat her creamy cunt~ You'll get to hear the cute airy moans Miko lets out as you do
Soft gasps fill the room as you lavish your wife in tender affection after a rough breeding session. Miko's pussy drips with your most recent load of cum, still gaping a bit from your enormous cock stretching the muscle
Everything feels so weightless at the moment; what were once degrading slaps to Miko's cheeks turned into rubbing her ass softly, lapping at her fucked out pussy while her slender legs rest over your shoulders. You can't stop the smile that spreads across your face while you clean your wife up. Her scent and taste are addicting. It's hard not to bury your tongue inside of her and fuck her cunt all over again, but you restrain yourself for the time being
The kitsune's hands drift down, reaching for your hair so that she may comb through it gently. Moaning out, “Ooohh, mmm~ My love, that feels–” A particularly loud gasp escapes the exhausted lady as your tongue brushes against her clit, sighing out her next words with a dopey grin, “So, so wonderful~ ”
The moment becomes your own personal heaven; shared by only the two of you as your hands reach out and interlock with Miko's. You hum with your mouth greedily sucking on her cunt and she arches off of the blanket, squeezing your hands and panting hot puffs into the air. Neither of you want this to end. So, for now, you'll continue nibbling on your lover's soft folds and Miko will push closer to your warmth
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bluexiao · 11 months
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#this is it. let’s breakup.
—breakup prank gone wrong // a request by anon
CHARACTERS. Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Cyno, Scaramouche, Xiao; gn! Reader
THEMES. Established relationships; angst turn to fluff; hurt to comfort? some might be viewed as suggestive i think. calling scara “kuni”
NOTES. i don’t condone breakup pranks but since someone requested this and i have not written about this yet, why not? (p.s. i don’t think i held back in this one that’s why i’m a bit late) @ineshapanda thought I should mention you in this one
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“From now on, you and I don’t exist.”
There is something about ALBEDO’s experiments that made you grow into the habit of making one yourself.
But you’re not really a famous alchemist like him–you weren’t even one as your experiments were in the form of a prank instead. This he grew accustomed to as he had been a victim to most of them. And so, it would not be much of a surprise if this one too is a prank… or if he chooses to believe in it…
“May I ask why?” he tries to lengthen the conversation, mind tinkering and pondering over what had happened the past few minutes, hours, days, and weeks. Did something go wrong? “I don’t think… I could follow, love,” he adds on, making sure that you could hear his sweet musings, hear the soft plea that was laced in his voice despite not telling it outrightly.
He listens to every word you said–the “explanation”. He tries. But why was it difficult to focus? His mind was racing, and he did not know what to say, what to do just to solve this–to salvage what could be instead of just throwing it away.
But… is it right for him to be so selfish? To want things that seem to be impossible at this point in time.
Or did he miscalculate something? Was there a missing piece that he missed or left forgotten? How could he know? He wasn’t human.
And maybe that was what you needed.
“I see,” he looks away, on the ground where he could only see your feet, avoiding the look on your face when all he had ever done was admire them before (always), but now, he could not bare to see the distant look from them. Because if this was a prank, how could it feel so… real?
“But I refuse, I’m sorry,” he looks at you with determination, even more so when you face him with a surprised look, “I refuse to forget what you and I have. As much as I can’t force you to feel the same… you can’t force me otherwise. But…” he trails off, then stepping forward ever so slowly, making sure he wasn’t intruding your space enough for you to move away.
He smiles softly, “I still love you. I will still love you. That is why I can’t forget about you. So please, don’t ask me to do so.”
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“I’m tired, ‘haitham. Let’s end this now.”
Like AL-HAITHAM, you liked planning—at least, that was what you had realized you had grown into liking after being in a relationship with the guy. On the other hand, your unpredictability is something he still is left astonished with—challenged is one word for it as well.
The moment he looks up at you from his book and stares at you intensely, you knew the battle had begun. Your will to accomplish this plan or his own—does he even have a will? Well, unconsciously, you just wanted to do this prank on him to check it, to verify the questions in your mind that were left unanswered—does he really love you? Still? Enough to fight for you? You were too curious, you’d say. But honestly, you were pretty anxious.
He discards his book and stands from his seat, gaze glued onto you as he watched your every move, just as much as you did his. “Is that what you truly wanted?”
At that moment, your heart thumped. Because he seemed like he knew, and even if he didn’t, he had every right to know.
“No,” you frown, looking away, “of course, I didn’t want to. Why would I want to do this?” Now, it wasn’t even the prank that was speaking. They were your truth.
In the end, he was still the one who was better at these things–planning. But it didn’t matter, not when it had reached this point of no return.
“But I feel like I had to,” you let out, jaw tensed and voice hesitant, “or else I would eventually burst… and I don’t know what I would do by then.”
You feel his arms around you, a hand letting you press your head on his chest, and there, you heard it, felt it—his heartbeat, thumping so loudly and quickly that you could match it with your own.
“I’m sorry that it reached this point,” he says, one hand caressing your back while the other still holds the back of your head, “I want to talk about this further… should you allow it.”
The soft “Okay” made him let out a sigh of relief, his embrace tightening.
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“Ayato… I don’t think we’re meant for each other.”
AYATO, for one, is not something you could easily fool. Most especially you.
Secondly, he knows you–very well, at that. And so, this will prove to be much of a challenge to you, you knew it right from the start.
You just did not expect the air to grow so… tensed.
“You almost had me there,” he forces a smile, stepping your way as he attempts to divert your attention to the way he touched the side of your face, the way he leaned in (and let you have a whiff of his favorite perfume) and the way he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, “I had missed you too, darling.”
“I’m serious, Ayato,” you furrow your brows, trying your best not to fall for his antics, but also feeling the uncomfortable pressure in the atmosphere. What is this? Was your plan… working after all? Or were you just imagining things when he was right here smiling with his usual smile on his handsome face, “I don’t want to force this anymo-”
“Shh,” he leans into you once again, right next to your ear, “shall we talk about this more, love?” He hurries, a gentle kiss on your cheek, “Please?” His soft plea made your heart thump, and before you knew it, you were nodding and he was sprinkling soft kisses on your neck, as if a silent gratitude to your answer.
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“You’re joking” were CYNO’s first words, right after you told him the words “My feelings for you changed… Cyno.”
You must have been infected by the way he would joke a few times (most of the time); with a stoic face and voice, eyes ever so piercing that one could not tell if they were to laugh, shiver, or run away.
This time, it was you. At least, that was what Cyno thought (hoped, prayed, decided).
“Y/n,” he calls for you, “this is a joke. Right?”
You looking away from him prompted a sudden distress in the pit of his stomach. (But in reality, you were just too intimidated by that look in his eyes) “I want an explanation. Your feelings could not have changed all of a sudden without something to cause it. So what is it?”
Your silence made him grow weary.
He deflates, “Love? Tell me the truth,” he softly whispers, a hand reaching the side of your face and effectively making you look at him, “are you certain? Did your feelings for me truly change?”
You bit your lip and crunched your eyes, shaking your head no. His shoulders immediately ease up and a sigh leaves his lips.
“So… you were joking.”
“I… Cyno-”
He presses a kiss on your lips, looking at you pointedly, “Promise me you won’t do that again, or I might just inflict punishment upon you.”
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The WANDERER may look and act so tough on the outside, but the turmoil that is in his mind is not something that he would like for anyone to see.
Especially you.
It is dark, hollow, filled with past betrayals that he sometimes forgets… but will always follow him in his dreams. Only when he listened to your words, your voice, and your feelings did he truly relish in the feeling of peace and the light that you show him. And so, that was why he decides that he should never let you show his vulnerability (despite you already knowing what they were), he was determined to hide the things that would make him look… weak. Worthless.
He could not afford to have another betrayal. Losing you… would destroy him.
So when he heard the words “I’m sorry, Kuni. I can’t keep my promise to be with you forever anymore.”
“You’re lying. Or you lied to me,” he answers so suddenly that you can barely think, sending you a pointed look, “it can only be one thing.”
“I… I’m not lying, Kuni-”
“Shut it,” he looks away now. No. It couldn’t be… right? Did he make a mistake? Did he unconsciously show you a side of him he promised to never show? Are you perhaps on the brink of death? Or did you just… grow tired of him?
He couldn’t even notice you stepping towards him and looking at him with troubled eyes, then reaching out until his eyes snapped to yours when he felt the warmth of your palms on his cheeks, finally letting his attention fall onto you—your light, your brightness that he craved… and had.
At this point, he wanted to hold on tightly to you, to beg you to never let him go, to ask for a second chance.
His eyes water, and despite his persistence to not show you this side of him, his lips quiver, and his whole body aches.
“Anything but you.”
Your eyes widened as you suddenly felt his arms around you, face slotting into your neck, opting you to let go of his cheeks and hesitantly snake onto his own waist. “Please. Anything but you,” he begs, pouring his heart out as he clings onto you as if his life depended on it—because maybe it did. Maybe it will break him—destroy him. Maybe he couldn’t be who he is anymore if he loses someone like you.
“Shh, baby,” you hush him, letting your palm rub his back, “I’m sorry, I will never say that again… I’m so sorry, Kuni.”
“You…” he could hear his voice shake (and normally, he hates it. But his mind was foggy, and his whole body was refusing the idea of being away from you), “you won’t?”
“I won’t. I promise.”
His hold on you tightens. “Good.” His huff made you want to chuckle, but you held it in as you silently told yourself to never do a prank anymore… at least not something as big as this.
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XIAO knew that you grew yourself to pull off a couple of antics here and there–a trait of a human, he supposes, as a couple of humans he knows had such a personality (there are just some who did not know how to do it in moderation). And apparently, he thought you knew the limits of such an act. He thought he could believe you most of the time, as you were one of the few he had grown to trust despite his resolution not to in the first place.
Just like now.
“I don’t think I can handle this anymore, Xiao. I think… we should part ways. I’m sorry.”
Xiao couldn’t think. The room… suddenly felt too small, too suffocating, too much. Just. Too much.
“I’m gonna go-”
“Wait, Xiao!” he stops from his tracks with one foot across the other, frozen, hands trembling, body shaking, mind scrambling on to places—dark, dark places that leave his body with a cloud of dark flames.
“Xiao, no-wait! I didn’t mean to-”
“Then what does it mean?” he refuses to face you. He couldn’t, “If you want me to go, I will go. I will… respect your wishes and you will never see me agai-”
He cuts himself off his words as soon as he feels your arms on his waist, effectively stopping him from teleporting away from you, from disappearing from your sight forever, until his death catches up to him.
“No, that’s not what I mean… please, Xiao, stay.”
He grits his teeth as silence slowly rises. He melts when he hears your broken sobs, slowly facing you without having you remove your arms around him. And by the time he could see your face, his determination crumbled into a million pieces beneath your feet. “Tell it to me one more time,” he raises your chin so you could remove your eyes from the ground into his, “tell me to stay, and I shall stay.”
“Stay, please?”
He scans your eyes with his golden orbs, all before pulling you into one long kiss that prompts the both of you to relax in each other’s touch, the world disappearing around you and the earlier scene fading into the air.
You both pulled away in a gasp, and he was catching your lips once again, eyes gazing into yours, “Do you still love me?”
You wordlessly nod and he pecks you again.
“Tell me you still love me.”
You lean onto his palm that now holds the side of your face, “I love you.”
He kisses your neck. “I love you too.” He whispers, then, the racing heart inside his chest and the embers of his karma finally calming down.
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mariacallous · 4 months
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Why disinformation experts say the Israel-Hamas war is a nightmare to investigate
The Israel-Hamas conflict has been a minefield of confusing counter-arguments and controversies—and an information environment that experts investigating mis- and disinformation say is among the worst they’ve ever experienced.
In the time since Hamas launched its terror attack against Israel last month—and Israel has responded with a weekslong counterattack—social media has been full of comments, pictures, and video from both sides of the conflict putting forward their case. But alongside real images of the battles going on in the region, plenty of disinformation has been sown by bad actors.
“What is new this time, especially with Twitter, is the clutter of information that the platform has created, or has given a space for people to create, with the way verification is handled,” says Pooja Chaudhuri, a researcher and trainer at Bellingcat, which has been working to verify or debunk claims from both the Israeli and Palestinian sides of the conflict, from confirming that Israel Defense Forces struck the Jabalia refugee camp in northern Gaza to debunking the idea that the IDF has blown up some of Gaza’s most sacred sites.
Bellingcat has found plenty of claims and counterclaims to investigate, but convincing people of the truth has proven more difficult than in previous situations because of the firmly entrenched views on either side, says Chaudhuri’s colleague Eliot Higgins, the site’s founder.
“People are thinking in terms of, ‘Whose side are you on?’ rather than ‘What’s real,’” Higgins says. “And if you’re saying something that doesn’t agree with my side, then it has to mean you’re on the other side. That makes it very difficult to be involved in the discourse around this stuff, because it’s so divided.”
For Imran Ahmed, CEO of the Center for Countering Digital Hate (CCDH), there have only been two moments prior to this that have proved as difficult for his organization to monitor and track: One was the disinformation-fueled 2020 U.S. presidential election, and the other was the hotly contested space around the COVID-19 pandemic.
“I can’t remember a comparable time. You’ve got this completely chaotic information ecosystem,” Ahmed says, adding that in the weeks since Hamas’s October 7 terror attack social media has become the opposite of a “useful or healthy environment to be in”—in stark contrast to what it used to be, which was a source of reputable, timely information about global events as they happened.
The CCDH has focused its attention on X (formerly Twitter), in particular, and is currently involved in a lawsuit with the social media company, but Ahmed says the problem runs much deeper.
“It’s fundamental at this point,” he says. “It’s not a failure of any one platform or individual. It’s a failure of legislators and regulators, particularly in the United States, to get to grips with this.” (An X spokesperson has previously disputed the CCDH’s findings to Fast Company, taking issue with the organization’s research methodology. “According to what we know, the CCDH will claim that posts are not ‘actioned’ unless the accounts posting them are suspended,” the spokesperson said. “The majority of actions that X takes are on individual posts, for example by restricting the reach of a post.”)
Ahmed contends that inertia among regulators has allowed antisemitic conspiracy theories to fester online to the extent that many people believe and buy into those concepts. Further, he says it has prevented organizations like the CCDH from properly analyzing the spread of disinformation and those beliefs on social media platforms. “As a result of the chaos created by the American legislative system, we have no transparency legislation. Doing research on these platforms right now is near impossible,” he says.
It doesn’t help when social media companies are throttling access to their application programming interfaces, through which many organizations like the CCDH do research. “We can’t tell if there’s more Islamophobia than antisemitism or vice versa,” he admits. “But my gut tells me this is a moment in which we are seeing a radical increase in mobilization against Jewish people.”
Right at the time when the most insight is needed into how platforms are managing the torrent of dis- and misinformation flooding their apps, there’s the least possible transparency.
The issue isn’t limited to private organizations. Governments are also struggling to get a handle on how disinformation, misinformation, hate speech, and conspiracy theories are spreading on social media. Some have reached out to the CCDH to try and get clarity.
“In the last few days and weeks, I’ve briefed governments all around the world,” says Ahmed, who declines to name those governments—though Fast Company understands that they may include the U.K. and European Union representatives. Advertisers, too, have been calling on the CCDH to get information about which platforms are safest for them to advertise on.
Deeply divided viewpoints are exacerbated not only by platforms tamping down on their transparency but also by technological advances that make it easier than ever to produce convincing content that can be passed off as authentic. “The use of AI images has been used to show support,” Chaudhuri says. This isn’t necessarily a problem for trained open-source investigators like those working for Bellingcat, but it is for rank-and-file users who can be hoodwinked into believing generative-AI-created content is real.
And even if those AI-generated images don’t sway minds, they can offer another weapon in the armory of those supporting one side or the other—a slur, similar to the use of “fake news” to describe factual claims that don’t chime with your beliefs, that can be deployed to discredit legitimate images or video of events.
“What is most interesting is anything that you don’t agree with, you can just say that it’s AI and try to discredit information that may also be genuine,” Choudhury says, pointing to users who have claimed an image of a dead baby shared by Israel’s account on X was AI—when in fact it was real—as an example of weaponizing claims of AI tampering. “The use of AI in this case,” she says, “has been quite problematic.”
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When a Sorcerer Turns Into a Cat…
-> Ao3 link is here.
-> Catsung art.
-> Another art for the last scene.
Pairing : Shang Tsung x Reader
Tropes : Fluff and Humor, Idiots in Love, Confessions, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Kind of Secret Identity?
Summary : When Shang Tsung crafted a potion for invisibility, he was unprepared for the peculiar result—he unexpectedly transformed into a cat. Struggling to navigate the world on four paws, he sought refuge, and that’s precisely when you entered the scene.
As the only person Shang Tsung trusted, he reached out to you, desperately in need of help. Oblivious to his true identity, you unwittingly revealed some truths about your feelings as you welcomed the unexpected guest into your home.
Author’s Note: I had so much fun when I was writing this. I always thought Shang Tsung behave like a sassy cat and seeing memes about it, this fic came to life. Hope you guys like it too, happy reading! .
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He should never have made that potion.
About a day ago, he received the recipe for the invisibility potion from a small, dimly lit shop nestled in a mysterious corner of the city. The shop, selling peculiar items of unknown origin, offered him the recipe at an unbelievably low price, almost as if fate had handed him a golden ticket.
Despite a nagging suspicion that something wasn’t quite right, he was low on funds and had little else to trade Invisibility, a coveted skill he had long yearned to master, promised an escape from the ongoing misery of his life.
Eagerly, he returned to his humble trailer, carefully following the recipe’s instructions. The resulting potion, a dark purple concoction with a nauseating odor, made him gag even before it touched his lips. Disregarding the unpleasantness, he gulped it down in one go. Initially, only the repulsive taste assaulted his senses, but as seconds morphed into minutes, and his body stubbornly remained visible, frustration and realization set in – he had been duped.
Uttering a string of curses, he nervously set the bottle on the table, and then, suddenly, the world around him seemed to expand. No, he corrected himself; it was he who was shrinking. Panic seized him as his body crumbled at an alarming rate. Clothes, once fitting, now engulfed him like a collapsing tent. His limbs betrayed him, refusing to respond as he grappled with the unfolding chaos.
When he finally managed to disentangle himself from the heap of clothes, he was sent tumbling down the steps of his trailer, only to land unceremoniously in a puddle a short distance away.
Drenched from head to toe, he couldn’t hold back a frustrated ‘‘Fuck!’’ as he flung his wet hair away. However, amidst his exclamation, an unexpected sound reached his ears – a distinct ‘’Meow!’’
Shang Tsung’s world ground to a halt. ‘’Meow?’’ he echoed, utterly perplexed.
Gazing at his reflection in the puddle, he hoped desperately that it was all a dream. The creature staring back at him couldn’t be real. Two pairs of pointed ears, long black whiskers, a tiny triangular black nose, and again two large black eyes confronted him. He blinked, as if trying to verify his vision, and recoiled when his reflection blinked back in perfect synchronization.
The cat-like scream that followed, much higher-pitched than any human scream, nearly caused him to faint. He had transformed into a cat!
Fluffy paws had replaced his hands and feet, and whiskers, resembling delicate antennas, twitched involuntarily. The wet black fur failed to offer warmth, and a tail resembling a cleaning brush remained the only dry spot on his body.
Surveying his surroundings helplessly, Shang Tsung grappled with the overwhelming sensations. Colors, scents, and sounds bombarded his heightened senses. The moist and soft ground beneath his paws carried distinct smells – from the lush grass and flower pollen to the foul odor of nearby mice – making him nauseous and dizzy in this new feline reality.
He resolved to hide in his trailer until the effects of the potion had hopefully worn off. Perhaps time was the only remedy to this bizarre transformation.
With this decision, as he tried to maneuver his entirely alien limbs, he stumbled back into the puddle. Emitting a frustrated meow, he lifted his now even wetter body on trembling legs and took a determined step forward.
Coordinating his brain to move all four legs proved to be the most challenging task he had ever faced. Despite managing a few steps, it wasn’t long before he found himself face down on the ground. Climbing the stairs was out of the question when he could barely walk.
Yet, the thought of enduring the night defenseless in the open urged him to explore other options. Despite the presence of sharp claws at his disposal, he remained clueless about how to wield them effectively.
Suddenly, thunder rumbled ominously from the gathering dark clouds, intensifying his struggle. The loud noise sent shivers through his wet fur, and he fluffed up instinctively. What was he going to do now?
Abandoning the idea of entering his trailer due to his incapacitated state, and unable to climb the steps, he considered hiding beneath it. However, this provided little protection against larger predators.
As he weighed his limited options, another thunderclap sounded nearby, and rain approached faster than expected. Then, a solution flashed in his mind.
You.
In his present state of misery, pride might have prevented him from seeking you out, but the importance of trust is a precious rarity that outweighed his ego. The silver lining lay in the fact that, cloaked in this form, his identity would remain undetected by you.
He knew the way to your house by heart. If he could only manage to use his damn paws correctly, he estimated reaching your house in half an hour, perhaps even before the rain caught up with him.
With this determination, Shang wasted no time in taking action. His steps were still uneven and shaky, but time wasn’t a luxury he could afford to care about that.
The noise of the crowd from the market ahead throbbed in his ears, and an onslaught of diverse smells reached his nose, aggravating the nausea in his stomach. Being a cat was proving to be a challenging experience, perhaps explaining why they were often grumpy.
Navigating through the people, Shang tried his best not to entangle himself in anyone’s feet. However, his coordination mishaps led to a loss of balance, and a boy stepping on his tail resulted in a piercing yowl. Turning towards the offender, Shang unleashed a tirade of furious growls, attempting to express his outrage in the only way available.
‘’Are you blind, you damned brat! You almost trampled me!’’
Every word translated to meows, yet the intensity of his anger was universally understood. The woman, presumably the child’s mother, shielded her son from Shang and attempted to shoo him away with her hand, further bruising his wounded dignity.
Frustrated, Shang roared, ‘‘Who do you think you’re shooing, woman? Mother and son, I will kill you both and take your souls as a souvenir!’’—all conveyed in blood-curling meows.
Amidst the chaotic market, a male voice behind him suggested, ‘‘Ma’am, stand back; I think it has rabies.’’
Shang glared at the new person who had insulted him.
‘’Who do you think you’re calling rabid, you fucker—Oh, shit.’’
When he saw the bucket in the man’s hand that he was about to pour on him, he instantly put an end to his words-meows and hurried away from there as far as his legs would allow. He did not know how long he had been wandering around the market; the interior of the place he had always been wandering around had suddenly turned into a maze.
Everything was too loud, causing him to be constantly startled and feel the need to crawl into a corner with fear. The noise was overwhelming, and he had never felt so nervous; it was challenging not to be crushed underfoot when people, oblivious to his tiny presence, walked past him like giants. Additionally, the smells were more than mere scents—they were a symphony of overpowering fragrances that constantly distracted his attention.
After enduring a relentless pursuit by several dogs, their barks resonating through the narrow alleys, two people attempted to offer Shang affection. Amidst the chaos, he responded by scratching one person’s face, biting the other’s hand, and clumsily falling to the ground for the thirtieth time. Eventually, he managed to navigate the maze-like streets and arrive in front of your house.
Standing at the door of your one-story, quite small, stone house, he didn’t bother to stand up. Instead, he lay down on the ground for a prolonged moment.
Tired, hungry, and thirsty, he also felt the grime on his fur from the rain that continued to pour. It was already dark, and despite all his efforts, he hadn’t managed to escape the relentless downpour. While waiting in front of the door, drenched and shivering, he started screaming at the top of his lungs when he couldn’t hear a sound indicating that you were inside.
Just as people didn’t trust him easily, he himself never trusted others easily. In fact, he never trusted. You were the only one who had an exception in this matter. He had a bond with you that he didn’t share with anyone; it was so special and precious to him that Shang was afraid of doing something wrong and pushing you away.
You possessed a kind and empathetic nature, extending compassion even to someone like him who made money by deceiving people. This filled him with the need to protect, as well as a genuine concern for your selflessness.
While you were certainly not naive, your kind heart and tolerant attitude toward everyone could one day lead you to unexpected hurt. People often saw kindness as weakness, and Shang knew it well. Kindness was nothing more than a tool for many to gain the upper hand and exploit others.
Shang, despite his deceptive nature, taught you how to draw boundaries with small word games, preserving your gentle nature without resorting to brute force. Although he was aware that this approach contradicted his general nature, he found himself irresistibly drawn to you, seizing every opportunity to be near you.
He had no idea when he fell in love with you; perhaps it was the first time he saw you, or maybe it was when a few of the customers he tricked later came to kick his ass, and you helped him take care of his wounds after they hurt him badly. Or maybe it was that sexy look on your face when you didn’t refrain from answering back to him about something for the first time.
The options were endless, but one thing he knew was that he had never felt such intense attraction and closeness to anyone before. He was almost sure that you felt the same way, but he hesitated to take a step further, not wanting to risk this relationship he couldn’t name between you.
Finally, Shang stopped shouting when footsteps, making it clear that you had heard his screams, were heard from behind the door.
‘‘What’s going on?’’
When you opened the door and looked with curious eyes to see the source of the sound, Shang instantly tried to get your attention, mustering a heart-wrenching meow to pull at your heartstrings.
‘‘Oh, were you the cause of all this screaming?’’
By opening the door a little further, as if to show that there was no threat, you got down on your knees and stretched out your hand to him, inviting him closer.
“Hello, little one, come closer.’’
Shang came straight to you without a second thought, rubbing his head on your hands. He began to purr, a sound that seemed to emanate from the very core of his being. You put on a sweet smile at the sounds he made, Shang’s eyes closing with happiness as your gentle hands massaged behind his ears.
‘‘You poor thing, you’re soaked through.’’ After stroking his head a little more, you carefully grasped him on both sides with your hands. ‘’I’m going to hold you in my arms, please don’t attack me, okay?’’
Shang responded with louder purrs, trying to make himself appear as harmless and innocent as possible. You were the only person in this world he would not harm, a fact that could not change now or later. The warmth of your embrace provided solace to Shang, now a rain-soaked cat, as you lifted him into your arms. His damp fur clung to your clothes, but you didn’t seem to mind.
As you cradled him in your lap, Shang tried not to be too impressed by the softness of your breasts. But right now, even if he was a cat, he was a man, and being closer to the woman he loved than ever before might have affected him more than he thought.
‘‘That’s it, come here, my little friend. Let’s wash you first; you smell terrible. We’ll have dinner together later, what do you think? Is that okay?’’
While holding him with one hand and stroking him under the chin with the other hand, Shang’s eyes closed with happiness once again. He felt safe, comfortable, and peaceful. All that dizzying confusion of sounds, smells, and images had finally calmed down a little.
Your scent was playing a big role in him calming down. It was sweet, reminiscent of vanilla and a hint of lavender, a fragrance that wrapped around him like a comforting embrace.
When he caught your scent once more, just to be certain, his mouth watered. It was delicious, with an undercurrent of delightful notes—raisins and chocolate dough, the unmistakable aroma of his all-time favorite dessert: moon cakes, a treat you had lovingly prepared to smell just like this.
When his stomach rumbled loudly enough to embarrass him, you giggled.
“Oh my, I will put an end to your hunger at once, little one. Don’t worry; you’re in good hands.’’
When you arrived at the bathroom, after placing him in a basin and approaching to pour hot water on him, Shang’s whole body reflexively tensed up, and his coat puffed out.
If I get wet one more fucking time I-
‘‘I’ll keep this as quick as possible.’’ You said, in your usual kind voice, and put a little kiss on his head. The words that were waiting on the tip of Shang’s tongue to be said evaporated and disappeared into the air. Before he had a chance to shake off his astonishment, you began to wash his body with hot water.
Although he didn’t want to admit it, he liked the bath. The warm water cascading over him felt like a gentle rain, washing away the grime and tension from his fur. His body, stiff from the nightmare-filled moments he spent outside, had almost reached the consistency of falling asleep as it slowly relaxed between your fingers, which felt like magic.
‘‘Good boy, look how well behaved you are. You must be someone’s cat; you don’t look feral at all.’’ You said, mumbling to yourself. Your compliment had caused another unexpected reaction in Shang. While his heart began to beat faster than before, he had no doubt that his cheeks would have flushed noticeably if he had been human.
When you started delicately drying his body with a towel, Shang seized the opportunity to shake off the water, and in a playful display, a small scream escaped your lips as you attempted to shield yourself from the scattered water drops.
With your face and hair now adorned with droplets, Shang, taking full advantage of his feline guise, delicately licked the drops on your cheek. Unbeknownst to you, he reveled in this mischievous act.
Against his movement, you let out a giggle that made his heart jump. After drying his semi-damp body, you picked him up again and headed into the kitchen. Shang took a deep breath, inhaling the delicious smells wafting around, trying to ignore the rumbling of his stomach.
You had just made the moon cakes he had predicted, and with the smoke rising from them, it was obvious they had just come out of the stone oven. Shang couldn’t decide whether your lap or the buns lined up like treasure on the counter were more attractive.
‘‘Stop right here, and I’ll see what I can give you.’’
As you put him down and started preparing food by wandering around the kitchen, Shang looked at the counter with longing eyes. How he would have liked to jump in there and grab one of the cakes. Deciding to try his luck, he leaned his paws on the counter, attempting to keep his balance on both legs. Although he couldn’t see the counter, he could have reached out and grabbed one of the cakes with his paw. He just needed to reach a little more—
‘‘Oh, hold on there, you naughty kitty.’’
You grabbed him by the waist, pulled him away from the counter, and placed him on the table.
‘’There’s nothing there for you.”
“Don’t think so; you can’t protect those buns from me.”
Interpreting his mewing as a sign of hunger, you once again stroked the top of his head with understanding eyes.
“Here you go buddy, enjoy your meal.”
Leaving the food you had prepared for him in front of him, you sat down with your own dinner. Shang inspected the food, smelling the bowl. When he caught a whiff of chicken broth and stale bread crumbs, he looked up, giving you side eyes.
He couldn’t believe you were offering him stale bread.
“What?” As you carefully chewed a morsel, your eyebrows slightly furrowed. “Are you giving me the side eye?”
Shang pushed the food with one paw, turning his head to the side.
“What’s with that attitude?” you said with a laugh. “Aren’t you hungry? You should be able to smell the chicken inside.”
“And the stale bread you put in,” Shang hissed. Approaching you confidently, he eyed the food on your plate. With beautifully baked chicken pieces, sautéed vegetables, and rice, your plate looked quite delicious. Shang swallowed, feeling his mouth water. You didn’t stop him when he buried his head in your plate, about to devour one of the chickens.
“Alright, eat up. It’s obvious you need it more than me.”
As you gently stroked his head, Shang couldn’t determine if he was truly starving, attributing the chicken’s apparent deliciousness to his intense hunger. With purrs that exceeded his small body, he devoured the meal, finding it to be the most delicious chicken he had ever eaten.
When you prepared a new plate for yourself and sat down, a peaceful silence descended between the two of you. After a while, while taking a small sip from your wine glass, you continued to gently stroke the top of Shang’s head with one hand.
This, he thought to himself, must be heaven.
‘’You’re tame enough to make me think you’re somebody’s pet. If you haven’t run away from home and you’ve been dumped, I have two words to say to that person.’’ You said in a harsh voice.
As Shang licked the leftover pieces of chicken smeared on the side of his mouth, he started purring louder when he heard the protective timbre in your voice. Giggling at his reaction, you stroked his cheek with your dainty fingers.
‘’We need to give you a name, hmm.’’ After taking another sip of your wine, you patted your chin with one hand and looked at him with thoughtful eyes. Shang thought about how breathtaking you looked at that moment.
Most of the lights in your house were turned off, it was dim except for a few candles that you placed around and the heat and light emitted by a small fireplace burning a little further away.
The places where the soft yellow light touched your skin painted you a sweet golden color, while your cheeks were slightly pinkened because of the wine you were drinking, and your lips were tinged with a dark color of red. As the thin tufts of hair that had escaped from the bun that you had scattered from the top covered your face, he felt an intense desire to kiss you at that moment, it suddenly became even more important for him than breathing.
You looked so sweet, vulnerable, and beautiful that he cursed himself once again for turning into a cat. But on the other hand, if he hadn’t turned, he wouldn’t have the opportunity to see you like this.
“Actually, I know someone who loves cats, I have no doubt that he will adore you.” You said and put another smile on your face from behind the glass touched your lips. His heart warmed at the sight of you. “He tries not to show it, but I know how much he loves animals. It’s easier for him to make friends compared to people; I can’t blame him for thinking like that. Everyone has their reasons.’’
When your fingers moved again to stroke the soft fur, Shang brought his head closer to you. Meanwhile, he couldn’t help wondering, were you talking about him?
‘‘I can tell that his hair is the same color as your coat, and even your eyes are exactly the same color. Should I also call you Shang? Or Shang the Junior?‘’ You continued laughing at your own words, while Shang responded by looking at you with side eyes. His gaze must be amusing to you, making you burst into a louder laugh.
‘‘I’ve no doubt he’ll look just as sassy as you are looking at me right now! By the elder gods, that was good. But I think it would be more appropriate if I thought of another name… how about Night? It’s a name that suits you quite well.’’
After stroking his head for the last time, you collected the plates on the table in one hand and stood up with the wine glass you were about to finish. You put the plates in the tap, cut one of the moon cakes left on the counter across from you in half, and put it in your mouth.
“Better than I thought, Shang will love these.” You said it in a hushed voice, difficult to be heard. The expression on your face was much more peaceful and gentle now. Knowing that he was the reason behind it, filled Shang with pride. When he tried to attract attention to himself by meowing across the table, you approached him with half a moon cake.
“I know it’s usually harmful for you to eat this, but I guess a little bite once is fine, right? Here you go.” When you divided the one in your hand once more, reduced it even more, and handed it to him, Shang happily bit the piece you handed him into his mouth. The taste was absolutely exquisite—a feast of flavors that melted in his mouth before he even chewed.
‘‘You seem to like it too.’’
‘‘I love it!’’ Shang said, meowing loudly. When he held on to your arm with his front paws to ask for more, you had no choice but to give him the other piece as well. After Shang filled the last place left in his small stomach with cake, you took him on your lap and went into the living room.
You lay down on the peltries and furs that were laid out a little distance from the fireplace and pulled one of the cushions on the floor to have a pillow under your head. Shang instantly took advantage of the opportunity, curled up on your arm and rested his head on your neck.
The smell of you, the heat from the fireplace, and the crackling rising from the burning wood… all filled him with peace, as well as his relaxing body literally turned to jelly.
As the rain outside continued its symphony, Shang, now affectionately named Night, nestled comfortably in your gentle embrace. The soft illumination of candles played with the shadows, creating a tranquil ambiance that matched the warmth spreading within him.
Your musings about other potential names—Whiskers or Shadow—accompanied by the calming melody of the rain, painted an intimate scene. The soothing patter of raindrops on the window seemed to harmonize with the contented purrs emanating from Shang, reinforcing the newfound sense of belonging.
‘‘It’s a very different feeling to want to see someone all the time, not to want to leave their side,’’ You said some time later. Your tone was quiet and somehow fragile. While one hand stroked the soft, black fur, Shang stubbornly tried to resist sleeping, despite his tired body. He wanted to hear the words that would come out of your mouth.
‘‘I feel that I really know him, I accepted him into my heart a long time ago with all his wrongs and truths.’’
Even though there was technically no one else in the house but you, your voice was getting quiet, as if you were afraid someone would hear it. When the other hand covered your eyes, the smile that left your lips this time had nothing to do with the previous ones. It was bitter and insecure.
‘’I like him. Oh gods, I like him more than I thought.’’
A tear trickled down your cheek from the eyes you had hidden from him. Shang instantly rose up and licked the tear that was trickling down your cheek, as if to calm you down. How he would like to be a human being right now and reciprocate you. While his heart was pounding with happiness and excitement because of your confession, at the same time, your lack of self-confidence and the anxiety that you were feeding from the inside made him feel bad.
You finally kissed the top of his head, rewarding him for trying to comfort you as much as he could with a little chuckle.
‘’Thank you, Night. Your presence was unexpected, but thank you for choosing my door.’’ You said, in a voice as soft and sincere as honey. ‘‘I wish there was some way I could know what was going through Shang’s mind; it would be nice to know if he feels the same way towards me, wouldn’t it?’’
Shang just rubbed his head against yours, trying to give you a positive answer. He wanted this damn situation to end as soon as possible; he was about to go insane.
After a while, you declared, ‘’It’s been a long day,’ concluding the topic. The flickering flames in the fireplace cast a warm glow, highlighting the subtle lines of exhaustion on your face. Shifting towards the fireplace, you enveloped him in your arms, pulling Shang close as if he was a cherished plush toy. Shang nestled into the warmth, leaning against you with no space between.
He seemed content in this embrace, willing to endure it a while longer.
BONUS:
As birds chirped outside and sunlight gradually invaded the room, you slowly awoke. The wooden floor beneath you creaked as you shifted, a small moan escaping your lips along with the lingering ache in your hips.
Every inch of you seemed to protest the unconventional night’s rest. Yet, when a hand, still warm from sleep, squeezed your waist, all discomfort faded. Turning, a gasp caught in your throat.
There lay Shang Tsung, peacefully asleep, a sight you hadn’t anticipated. Surprised, you didn’t scream, perhaps even forgetting to breathe. Studying his features, you reached out, brushing your fingers through his tousled black hair. The once-cynical expression softened in slumber, and his pale pink lips were slightly parted, giving him a tranquil and almost boyish appearance, adorned with freckles on cheeks and nose.
Time seemed to halt, your heart reacting as it always did in his presence. To affirm it wasn’t a dream, your fingers grazed the soft strands of his hair, gently pulling them away from his face.
“This is real,” you uttered in a single breath. When Shang heard your voice, he parted his long, black eyelashes. His sleepy gaze found you directly, and a small smile settled on his face, leaving your heart in disarray.
“Of course, it’s real,” said Shang, his voice thicker than usual due to sleep. “It’s too early to wake up yet, so close your eyes. Let’s get some more sleep.”
Your brain was preoccupied with grasping the truth of how he got into your house and why he was sprawled over you with his arms wrapped around you.
“What are you doing here?” you asked with surprise.
“You let me in,” he replied simply.
“Me?” As you tried to figure out how, your eyebrows furrowed. The pieces snapped together in your mind as if lightning had flashed inside your head. “Was it you last night?!” you exclaimed, the half-scream in your voice. Shang’s eyes had already closed, but the wicked smile that revealed he hadn’t fallen asleep yet lingered on his face.
“How did you manage to turn into a cat?”
“Dear, it’s a pretty long story. Let me get some sleep first.”
As Shang snuggled closer, placing his chin on the top of your head, your eyes trailed down to his bare, muscular chest, and a shrill scream escaped your lips.
“You’re naked!”
“I guess so, I was a cat.”
“I can’t believe you’re sleeping next to me like this and still doing it,” you stammered, your face almost on fire.
“Well, I am quite comfortable,” Shang quipped without opening his eyes. He groped and took one of the pelts behind him, using it to cover himself.
“There, is that all right now?’’ A mischievous glint appeared in Shang’s eyes as he teased, “Well, if you’re done interrogating me, maybe I can finally enjoy some beauty sleep.”
You were so confused that you couldn’t answer him. Your poor brain, still struggling to comprehend what had just happened, was about to reach its breaking point. When you remembered the conversation you had with yourself last night, your face got so hot that you thought you were going to pass out and faint on the spot.
‘’When you were a cat… Do you remember what I said?”
Shang realized what you were talking about and chuckled in a deep voice.
“Everything.”
“Everything?” you said, squealing. Attempting to wriggle free from his grasp, you tried to hide from him, but Shang’s strong hands didn’t release their grip on your waist for a moment. On the contrary, a shaky breath escaped you when he pulled you closer, his hand gently stroking your hair.
“I like you too, (y/n),” Shang said, then kissed your forehead as if sealing his words. “I’ve been waiting for this moment so long,” he took a deep breath, burying his face into your hair. “While I’m holding you in my arms like this now, I don’t want to let go. Let’s stay like this a little longer.”
Since you couldn’t trust your voice, you contented yourself with nodding in approval. Although you couldn’t see Shang’s expression, there was no doubt he wasn’t smiling.
Your heart filled with warmth and happiness, sensations you’d never experienced before. You had a premonition that Shang had feelings for you, but you chose silence, fearing your confession might affect the bond between you.
This mutual confession made you feel light as a bird, filling you with pure happiness that made you wiggle like a little girl.
Before you could help yourself, now allowed to do something you’d wanted for a very long time, you straightened up on your elbows and planted a little kiss on one of Shang’s round cheeks.
Shang slightly opened his eyes, looking at you as if you were the most precious thing on earth. Then, as his hand found its place in the back of your neck, guiding you closer, you willingly followed. When your lips met, it was like two magnets drawn together, stealing every ounce of breath from your lungs
Shang’s kiss was as soft as the morning itself, an impetuosity showing that all the time belonged to them. While responding to his kiss, a detail caught your attention, and you couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
“Shang… You’re purring.”
Shang’s closed eyes widened.
“Fuck. There must be some side effects left from the damn potion.”
“I’ve always wanted to have a big cat,” you teased. Shang’s eyes narrowed playfully.
“I’m not like the cats you know, sweetie,” he said, brushing your hair with the back of his hand. Another smile left your lips, and you reached out to kiss him again.
“I have no doubt of it. Just don’t scratch the furniture, okay?”
Shang mockingly gasped, placing a hand over his chest.
“I’m offended. My claws are reserved for far more exciting endeavors, darling.”
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shalom sister. i love your blog and your writing. reading your posts always fills me with fire, i can tell you have a good heart. donating to your campaign makes me feel so good because i trust you and truly you are doing gds work. anyway i wanted to ask you a question!
when i hear new things from gaza, stories of hamas doing X and IOF doing Y, i ask around and i’m not sure what parts of that story is true, if any. anyway idk what to believe all i know is that israel is committing acts of genocide and while the rest of the world is allowing this greatest evil, israel pretends that to be jewish is to be a colonizer. anyway some of my family are zionists, but i cannot sway them because they only know farsi persian and hebrew, aka only trust extremely biased sources.
anyway i am fluent in english farsi and hebrew but my arabic is trash ): so i feel like i can’t get the full picture from palestinians. all i can read are bonkers iranian papers and the disgusting zionist articles, it’s horrible because i know they’re both lying, just about different things. a palestinian opinion is the only opinion i care about right now! anyway it got me thinking. i just wanted to know if you have tips for verifying online research? or go-to non arabic websites? or even a translation app haha. i just want my family to see the truth!
shalom<3
shalom! thank you so much for reaching out, i really appreciate it.
personally, i use different sources for different material. i use middle east eye (specifically maha hussaini) and also mahmoud abusalama for videos of what it's like in the north. i use the electronic intifada interview podcasts to learn about specific things happening (i just finished watching this one about the collapse of healthcare in gaza). i would check out @northgazaupdates on here too. there's euromedmonitor as well.
and really, there are a lot of diaspora palestinians who are relaying what their family tells them, and they post on twitter a lot. someone i know does this is samah fadil. there's also @el-shab-hussein who translates things from Mona. here's mohammad smiry who is in gaza and tweets primarily in english. dr. mustafa elmasri also tweets in english too.
i would use al-jazeera, i have a fact checking guide here about any news source really. i don't use it as much but there's also the palestine chronicle. sometimes i use quds news network.
i really don't know much about hebrew media so i can't really tell you about sources i recommend there. i don't know if @bringmemyrocks or @rodeodeparis can perhaps provide some input?
i will say, if you're looking for hebrew palestinian media, i dont think there's too much because there's a ridiculous amount of censorship in '48 right now (honestly it's been going on for years atp) but what a lot of palestinians are doing is relying on internal networks. if you want, there are some israeli historians like Ilan Pappe and Avi Shlaim but I'm not sure if they write in hebrew. but they for sure write in english and provide a historical perspective from within israeli society itself.
this is what comes to mind rn honestly, but i haven't even touched on instagram because i haven't been on it in a while. i might add on later if i remember any really vital ones that i recommend.
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shared controllers chapter 3 [a jjk streamer au]
plot summary: you receive a remote control vibrator from GS in the mail. what you didn't know was how nasty his timing was, and how your viewers would react.
cw: smut. toy use (panty vibrator, clit suction toy). technically voyeurism since you're on stream (but the viewers don't know). mild squirting. phone sex. mutual masturbation. minors dni
wc: 2.5k // pairing: streamer!gojo x streamer!reader
a/n: this used to be in chapter 2 but i made it its own chapter. shorter than the rest, but pretty much pure filth. hope u enjoy!
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When you went to check your P.O. box a few days later, you only had two pieces of mail. A letter from a fan, and a small package. As soon as you saw the little “gs” scrawled in the top left corner, you bolted home and slammed your bedroom door, in order to open it. 
You tore open the package, and tossed the letter to the side. You would read the letter from the other fan later, you were sure it was very nice, but you needed to know what he sent. When you pulled the box out, your eyes widened and you gasped. Holy. Fuck. 
Inside was a small pink vibrator, clearly designed to be nestled within you. You looked at the box itself, the toy was described as a remote controlled panty vibrator with long distance capability. It felt like a huge piece of the puzzle had snapped into place. 
He intended to use this on you. So he could make you finish without him being in the room. You texted him, snapping a quick picture of the opened toy. 
You: hey i got your package
Gojo read the message, and smiled mischievously to himself. Now came the real part of his plan. 
GS: nice! so here’s how it’s gonna work. you’re gonna charge that thing, turn it on, and get it all connected to your phone. you’re gonna send me the login details so i can get access to it. and you’re going to use it. on. stream.
You could’ve sworn you felt your heart drop to the bottom of your feet when you read that. 
He wants to…edge me…on camera??? 
GS: you got a problem with that, doll? 
You typed a very brief reply, afraid of what would happen next. 
You: no sir
Gojo felt a pulse straight through his dick when he saw that message. He didn’t even have to ask you to call him sir, you just did it so naturally. You obeyed him so well, he struggled to maintain his composure.
GS: that’s my girl. i’ll see you soon
Your eyes lit up when he sent that - just the reality of him referring to you as “his girl” got you slightly aroused. You had forgotten that your next stream was in a few hours, so you checked the instructions and how long it took to charge fully. Only an hour and a half, that was reasonable. You found a spare outlet in your room, plugged in a charging brick and connected the panty vibrator to its respective cable. Gojo could hardly contain himself at the possibilities of what was going to happen.
To tell the truth, he had already made an account for himself (using a throwaway email so you wouldn’t connect the dots to what his real online identity was), and that he had preprogrammed dozens upon dozens of vibration patterns. He was ready to make you squirm, on camera. The thought of him controlling you nearly made him drip with lust, he was so excited. He went and took a shower and settled in, waiting for your next reply. 
You had decided, since “GS” was clearly going to be watching, you might as well put on a better look just for him. You opted for a black tank top, showing off some subtle cleavage, a light swipe of some lip gloss and sharp black eyeliner, and some pants that would better hold the vibrator in place.
Once it was done charging, you pulled out the tiny instruction manual that came with the box, set everything up, and sent him your email and account details. Once Gojo had received those details, his account sent you a confirmation email, verifying that you were giving this person access to use the toy. You clicked accept, cleaned the toy carefully, and inserted it snugly between your pussy lips, and secured it in place in your underwear with the small magnet attached. 
You turned it on, you told him it was fully charged, he smiled and pulled up your stream page. He sent one last reply.
GS: let’s go on a call. just voice, no video
You: aren’t you going to see me on stream?
GS: yea but stream latency is a bitch to deal with. i want to make sure i can hear all your pretty little noises in real time baby
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With that being said, you saw his call come in. You jumped, but accepted the call quickly, his profile picture being the only thing you saw of him. He said it was going to be a voice call, so the lack of face didn’t surprise you. 
You turned your camera on your phone, and waved hi. “Hi honey,” a soft voice drawled, and your heart stopped again. His damn voice, just hearing it made you think unholy thoughts. He continued. “All set up and ready to go?” 
You nodded wordlessly. As soon as you did, you felt a vibration start up and your hips bucked. “Shit!” you breathed, “Okay.” The vibration slowed down significantly until it was nothing but a soft hum. It seemed even on full power, it was quiet enough that no one would be able to hear any suspicious noises on stream. 
“Oh, you have no idea what I have in store for you, baby.” You could feel the vibrations starting back up again, and a moan almost escaped your throat. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you stay alert and focused. Now start the stream, we can’t have your viewers waiting now, right?” 
You nodded again, and began your normal pre-stream routine. You put your phone on a small mount, out of your camera’s sight, just off to the side of your computer. And you began your stream.
“Hi everyone, my name is –hg” the vibrations started up again, slow but building in pressure. “M-my name is Pastel Void, but you can call me Miss Void or PV. I h-have” you paused, feeling the vibrations peak in rapid succession. You squirmed in your chair, but tried your best to keep talking. “planned f-for you a continuation of The Harem of I-Infinity.” You almost groaned into the microphone, but you were hyper aware that you were being watched, so you were trying to play it cool. “How does t-that s-sound?” You cursed under your breath, feeling the vibrations getting stronger. “Good? I’m glad. Let’s get into it!” 
Your stream was in every sense of the word, torture. As much as you tried to ignore it, the vibrator was intensely powerful, and with someone else controlling the reins, there was nothing you could do to stop the onslaught of sensations. But you couldn’t deny you were very turned on by the thought of GS changing the speed and power to try and get you to slip up. As the minutes ticked on, you could feel your pussy become slicked with arousal, and although you did your best to keep the noises to a minimum, sometimes you would feel the vibrator jolt and you would nearly yelp in surprise. 
An hour passed, and soon as you noticed, you scrambled to turn the camera off and take a quick break. You claimed to your viewers that you needed a bathroom break, but you and the other man on your phone knew better. You muted your microphone, and banged your fists on your table in frustration.
“F-fuckkk” you whined. You heard a soft groan come from your phone. You had forgotten during your stream that it was even on, trying to focus on playing a game and being edged was enough to keep you occupied. You grabbed your phone, and turned it towards you. 
“...GS? Are you there?” You pleaded quietly, even though you had double checked and made sure your stream couldn’t hear you, you didn’t want to moan out loud. “P-please, make it stop.” 
You heard a few groans and some fabric shuffle on the other side. 
“Absolutely not, Miss Void.” You heard a deep growl, and your pussy fluttered. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me. God I wish you were here.” You heard some scattered groans, and then you realized what was going on. 
He was masturbating. To you. 
On the other side of the screen, Gojo had unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, stroking it to get it to fully harden. Precum slid down the length of his dick, and he used it to lubricate himself. The amount of heat coursing through his veins made him flush pink, his cheeks lightly dusted over with color. He circled his thumb over the leaking tip, and let out a shaky breath before pumping himself at a slow pace. 
“You…go back to your stream. Right now. Make sure I can’t be heard.” His voice was still so quiet, but you could hear the lust behind it. You obeyed, and felt the vibrations come down enough for you to focus and restart your stream. 
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Going back to the stream meant that the vibrations were turned up just enough to frustrate you. By the time you would reach a crest of pleasure, the sensations would calm back down and you would almost whine in frustration. You just wanted to cum, so bad. But he wasn’t letting you. You could only tolerate another half hour of this before you reached a decent save point in your game, and you clambered to end the stream early. Some of your viewers were confused, a few asking if you were sick (to which you denied), but most seemed to be blissfully ignorant of the situation. 
As soon as you confirmed that your stream had ended, you shut down your computer just to make sure no one online would hear you, but you glanced at your phone. The call was still going, it had reached the 130 minute mark at this point. You grabbed it and flipped off the camera. 
“I hate you.” You grimaced, feeling the vibrations turn up to full power again. “I-ahh!” You dropped your phone on the desk, and fell back into your chair. Now that you knew you were unheard, you let yourself fully moan. 
��Fuck, you’re so gorgeous honey.” You heard his voice again, it was noticeably more shaky and whiny. “Let me hear you more, please.” You felt the vibrator turn off completely, and you unzipped your pants and ripped the damn thing off and smacked it on the table. 
“You’re an asshole, you know that?” You huffed. “I’m going to cum without your goddamn help. Fuck you.” You pulled your pants off fully, letting him cop a glance at your light-colored panties. There was a noticeably damp spot where the vibrator was once placed, and you heard a moan on the other end of the phone. 
“Fine by me, ___. Show me what you have.” You heard his voice get slightly higher, and it sounded almost recognizable. This whole time, he had only spoken to you in a whisper, so it was clear his composure was breaking. You couldn’t put a finger on it though, because you were too horny to think. 
You marched to the end of your bed and slid a plain white box out. Grabbing the lid off, you fished through your stash of sex toys, checking if your reliable clit suction vibrator still had some juice. As it whirred to life, you breathed a sigh of relief. You went back to your office chair, spread your legs on either side of the chair arms, and shoved your panties to the side. 
As soon as you pressed it to your clit, you nearly screamed. The pressure and suction was just right, you could feel an orgasm creeping up almost immediately. You were so so close, you wanted nothing more than to hit that high. You circled the tip of the toy and pressed it as hard as you could physically, your toes curling at the sheer pleasure shooting through your veins. It felt so white hot, it was nearly painful, with your thigh muscles twitching at the near constant overstimulation you had been put through for the past 90 minutes. 
You plunged two of your fingers into your cunt, gathering your slick. “I-I’m close - !!” you whined, trying to get any sort of internal pleasure. “I c-can’t reach far enough though, UGH!” You pulled the vibrator off briefly to wiggle your fingers in deeper, making your pussy squelch. Gojo could hear how wet your pussy was over the phone and his cock throbbed even harder. 
“You wish those were my fingers, huh?” He pumped his fingers faster over his length. “You wish I was here, reaching that spot you can’t reach with my dick, right?” You moaned, resigning to place the vibrator back on your clit. “Aww, I know baby. I know.” He cooed softly, making you moan even louder. “Cum for me, yeah? W-wanna see you cum.” 
All of that pleasure came to a culmination and you cried out, hoarsely. Your orgasm did not hit like a freight train, it wasn’t a huge onslaught of overwhelming sensations. It felt more like soft ripples of waves, fluid yet strong. You felt your pussy clench around nothing, and it fluttered several times. You gasped and cursed to yourself as you began to fall from that high. In all honesty, the panty vibration might’ve done more damage than good in riling you up, and it left you feeling empty and still worked up. You put one leg down from the armchair, and casually dipped your fingers in your pussy, only to peer down and gasp again.
“Holy shit.” You murmured. There was a noticeable wet spot right where you had just come. You pulled your fingers out, and they were covered in a thin, warm and slightly creamy fluid. You had squirted a little, and you didn’t even notice. It wasn’t a violent gush of liquid, it had seeped out slowly, but you had squirted nonetheless. 
Your phone was now strangely quiet on the other end. You went to check to see if the call was still on, and it was. But you weren’t sure if the person on the other end was listening. You whispered, slowly –
“Are you still there?” 
On the other side, Gojo had muted himself because he had gotten way too loud for his own comfort. He knew he had slipped up by letting his voice be loud enough for you to possibly recognize him. But as soon as he heard you cum, he pumped his cock a few more times, his grip maddeningly tight. He cursed to himself, and ropes of milky cum burst from his tip, covering the rest of his cock and hand. He sat up straight, and grabbed his phone with his other (clean) hand. 
There was a brief pause, and then some noise (you presumed it was him picking up his phone). “Yeah baby. That was so hot, I can’t believe you squirted.” He could see your fingers on your hand were clearly soaked with liquid, and you blushed. “I wish I could’ve been there to see it happen.” He paused again. 
“Next time I want to feel you on my cock.” And he hung up. 
Your eyes widened, and you sat back in your chair, disoriented. 
So there would be a next time…
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sisaloofafump · 10 months
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I can’t get enough of your tiny batblobs with their funky little arms. Do they ever grow GIANT or do they remain itty bitty?
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Other examples: 1, 2, 3, 4.
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He is most corporeal at the edges and in thinner parts like the ears and fingers. The eyes don't ever disappear but they can dim significantly or glow brightly.
His voice is modulated and doesn't come from a designated source. It is pseudo-telepathic. He can do his "hn"s without that however.
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The arms can be as long as he wants to a max of 10 meters (typically sticking to under 1 meter and up to 3 for dramatics). Using a grapple gun mimics the arms and can be visibly interchangeable, but it doesn't actually act as an arm or have dexterous use of fingers.
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(don't verify my math I only play-tested 3 scenarios) It's not that he doesn't get any bigger or less stable, he just has to reserve that for life-or-death-of-the-universe situations.
He can take a bunch of different shapes and can stretch out like a ferret if need be. However, there are limits:
Super tall = max width:height ratio of 1:20 (ears included) Super wide = max width:height ratio of 1:5 (ears included)
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The very important human aspect:
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The change takes place when he puts the cowl on.
Originally, the cowl was part of his physical suit but after a few years of working as batman it became more metaphysical. Now he only needs to mime putting a cowl on and by the time it's over his eyes, he has already mostly transformed.
This makes emergency changing while in civilian clothes much easier, but doesn't provide the protection from harm or grapple abilities that it does when he's in his suit underneath.
It's the same process to remove it. To do so requires an innate understanding of The Bat being a mask that Bruce wears, rather than an inseparable part of his identity (note: although I do think that Batman is an integral part of Bruce, the sheer cryptid nature of the blob is partially a separate entity). Family and friends can sometimes take it off him as well, but it varies:
Diana: Can remove it easily and see through the mask due to her innate abilities with truth magic
Clark: was the first person to be able to remove it, back when it was still transitioning from a physical to metaphysical object.
Dick: Was the first batkid to be able to but only gained the ability once he was Nightwing and it's still a struggle. Despite that, he does it often when arguing with Bruce
Jason: No matter how much he wants, the more he tries, the more elusive the mask gets
Tim: Could do it all along and does it fairly regularly when needing to talk to Bruce face-to-face. It got harder as he got deeper into being Robin but has gotten easier again over time
Stephanie: Was the first person after Tim to be able to do it and she found out she could early into knowing Batman. It came off so easily but was she so panicked by that fact that she's never done it since
Cassandra: Does it easily but gravely and only reserves it for the most extreme situations
Barbara: Has been able to do it for years but it's hard and avoids any situation that would make her do it
Duke: Could do it the easiest and quickest of all, with no hesitations what so ever. As of yet, he hasn't had the chance
Damian: Has never been able to and resents that fact
(Kate only could in dire situations. Helena and Harper aren't aware that it's something anyone could do, however Helena could trigger it by accident)
That's all my immediate thoughts!
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mindfullycriminal · 1 month
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hi! I don't know if it's okay, I'll totally understand if you won't be comfortable with writing this request, but I haven't really seen any fics about that so i thought I'd give it a shot:
sub reader feels very down mentally that day, she doesn't feel good enough, she's more sensitive than usually, it's just a worse day for her. when spencer gets home after a case, she provokes him to punish her, he's usually a soft dom but she really got on his nerves. she doesn't feel good during the punishment, it's not as exciting as it usually is, but she doesn't use the safeword because well obviously she wants to feel bad, I guess. only after she goes completely quiet and only cries, spencer notices that something is off and the scene isn't working how it's supposed to work.
i know it might be a lot to integrate mental health issues into this so it's just and idea.
hope you're having a great day <3
A Bad Day
Hi anon! Mental health is so important and I don’t know if this request is what you imagined, but I hope you enjoy (please let me know!!)
ALSO! Please know that you are worthy. Bad days suck, and sometimes as humans our minds trick us into thinking we deserve to feel bad. Please remember that it’s a lie - you are wonderful and deserve good things!! (Spencer would love you and remind you of this!!) 🖤
Summary: Sub!f!reader has had a rough day, or week. With her mental state low, she tries to get punished and Spencer, thinking she’s just being a brat, obliges. When he realizes the truth though, he’s horrified and does everything he can to turn the day around.
Tags: TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️‼️This fic deals with low self esteem, hints of depression and feelings of low self worth. Reader attempts to use a scene as a form of self harm. This can be triggering for some readers - please do not read if you believe it could upset you! YOUR MENTAL HEALTH MATTERS!!!
- mentions of nudity, handcuffs, spanking, and light dom/sub dynamics.
Something was wrong. Spencer wasn’t sure what it was, but this wasn’t right.
He had gotten home from a case, expecting to find his girlfriend ready to cuddle and talk like normal. Instead, it was if you were purposefully trying to annoy him. He wracked his brain, verifying that he didn’t miss any important dates, hadn’t forgotten anything. The case had been stressful - not as bad as some others but his job was never easy. When you ignored him for a third time though, rolling your eyes in a bratty manner, something clicked.
You were needy.
He had been gone for over a week and he’d barely had time to check up on you. He knew you didn’t touch yourself when he was gone, typically enjoyed that only he could give you pleasure. As he watched you sigh dramatically, he decided that he would flip the switch tonight, and instead of rewarding you for being his good girl, he’d punish you for being a brat.
What he didn’t know was that you were needy, and you were purposefully trying to annoy him but not because of that need. You had been down all week, and today was just too much. It was too much and not enough and you wanted to cry and scream but couldn’t find the strength to do so. At first, when Spencer had said he was coming home, you’d had a moment of excitement before your mood dragged you down.
You felt as if you didn’t deserve him. He was a genius, a profiler in the FBI, kind, caring, and an absolute sweetheart. Plus, as an added bonus, he was easy on the eyes. You felt that compared to him… well, there was nothing you could offer. You didn’t know what he saw in you, didn’t know why he bothered to stick around. Normally, you could talk to him about these thoughts but the words got stuck in your throat.
Which is why you were acting out. Deep down, you knew it was childish - that if you opened your mouth and were honest, Spencer would do everything in his power and then some to make you feel better. But that was just it - you didn’t think you deserved to feel good.
You purposefully scoffed at something he said, barely even registering the words and jumped when Spencer set down his newspaper harshly.
“That’s it. You want to act like a brat? Then I’ll treat you like one”.
Your heart rate picked up and you licked your lips. Maybe this would help. He’d punish you like you deserved to be punished. Spencer was a very soft dom, he’d been the one to take your virginity, the one to teach you all about sex and love. To be honest, there were days he was more submissive, letting you be in control of him but this was not one of those days.
He had started the idea of punishing you as a means to an end but Spencer found himself overly frustrated with you. He knew he had to be careful - he didn’t want to actually hurt you, never wanted to take his anger out on you. You trusted him to be the more dominant one, trusted him to know what you needed and he didn’t want to break that trust, ever.
Spencer pulled you into the bedroom, turning you to face him and stepping away. He sat on the chair tucked in the corner normally covered with books and looked at you with narrowed eyes.
“Strip”. He softly commanded.
Hesitantly, you obeyed, trying to get into that sub space, trying to let him give you whatever it is you needed. When you were bare before him, Spencer stood, prowling around you but not touching. You fidgeted, but didn’t move, not wanting to push him over a limit. When he stood back in front of you, staring down, he smirked.
“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you? Think you had to be a brat just to get my attention? What happened to my good girl? She gets rewarded. What should I do to you, instead?”
“I- I don’t know, Dr. Reid” you whispered, barely able to meet his eyes.
“Get on the bed, hands on the headboard”.
You obeyed, head down and you felt him slip handcuffs onto your wrists, effectively trapping you in position. He moved your hair from your face and whispered in your ear,
“Do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes, sir”
“Use it if you need to, okay? I love you.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, before getting back into the scene. He had turned to get the paddle, so he missed your eyes welling up with tears, and the shake of your head so your hair would hide your face. Your only thought being that he shouldn’t love you, you didn’t even think you loved yourself.
You heard Spencer approaching and tried to get your mind into the right mood, tried to let yourself be punished and used.
“I’m going to punish you now. For every single eye roll you’ve given me tonight, every scoff, every time you ignored me. Count them out. Do you understand?” His voice was calm, and he was getting into the scene. In the back of his mind though he thought something seemed off - you hadn’t said sorry yet, weren’t begging him to touch you, or wiggling your ass back at him. You were quiet. Too quiet.
“Yes sir” he heard you whisper. He stroked your ass gently before bringing the paddle down, giving you a split second to count.
“One”.
You had tried, you had tried to be into it but it didn’t offer the release you needed. It hurt - not really physically, Spencer was never really that rough with you, but it just made the darkness in your mind spread. A mantra repeating in your head “you deserve to feel like this”. You knew you should safe word, knew that Spencer would be horrified if he knew he was doing this and you weren’t enjoying it at all, but the little voice in your head was so loud, so convincing. So you bit your tongue, believing that voice.
Normally, with each spank you’d get louder, you’d be moaning and begging. Tonight, your voice just got softer and then Spencer noticed the shake of your shoulders and all the color drained from his face. He immediately threw down the paddle, rushing to your side. He moved the hair from your face and was horrified at the tears running down your cheeks. Your eyes were already red rimmed, and this wasn’t your crying-from-pleasure look. You wouldn’t meet his eyes, just started sobbing in earnest now. Hurriedly, he uncuffed you, scooting in front of you and bringing you into his arms, holding you to his chest.
You sobbed harder. Clutching at his arms, simultaneously wanting to burrow deeper into him and to shove yourself away.
“What happened, baby? Talk to me” you heard Spencer whisper and his voice was so upset, that it broke you even more.
“I-I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry” was all you could say, repeating the words over and over and over again. Spencer shushed you gently, stroking your hair and rocking you back and forth. He didn’t know what was wrong but he couldn’t stand to see you like this, vowed to fix whatever it was. Eventually, your sobs subsided, and Spencer was able to get you to speak, learned about how you had felt all week, and that yes, you had been needy, but you didn’t think you deserved him, so you had been purposefully pushing his buttons, trying to get him to treat you how you felt you deserved to be treated - to be punished. He learned you had hoped this would work, but he knew it hadn’t, wished he had gotten you to open up to him instead of this. He felt sick at the thought of ever truly hurting you, of you using sex as a form of self harm.
“Baby, I love you. Every part of you. Love isn’t easy - it’s not like the movies but I will choose to love every part of you, every day. You deserve more than I can ever offer and I hope you let me spend my entire life proving that to you”.
You protested, tears welling up in your eyes once more and Spencer pressed butterfly kisses all over your face. He argued against every point you had, could back up his arguments with proof and logic. He carried you into the bathroom, setting you on the closed toilet lid while he filled the tub. He left for a moment only to bring you a glass of water, making you drink. Then, he stripped himself, climbing into the tub and encouraging you to lay back on his chest.
He started whispering every single thing he loved about you in your ear, starting with the innocuous - the way you said a certain word, how you stirred your coffee in a rhythm only you could hear. By the end of the bath he had listed over 100 things he loved about you, and it felt as if he was sewing your soul back together, stitching you up with love and care. When the water had cooled, he had been insistent on dressing you, checking to make sure your wrists and ass weren’t red or hurting. When you climbed into bed with him, you felt lighter than you had in days.
You apologized to him, for being a brat, for trying to get punished and he had shushed you. He made you promise next time you would talk to him, came up with a secret code word you could use if you couldn’t get any other words out, a signal if even that one word got trapped in your throat. Bad days happened- hell bad weeks happened. But with Spencer, you knew it would be okay. He would always be there to carry you when you couldn’t walk, to remind you that you were worthy of love, devotion, and care. He would quiet that voice in your head telling you what you did and did not deserve. No matter what it took, or how long, you knew Spencer would always be there.
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When I was reading your Homelander fic on him being obsessed with his sister (which is AWESOME like I love how dark it is) I couldn’t help but think that when Soldier Boy learns the truth he’s gonna even have more of an initiative to kill Homelander because that’s beyond LOW for even someone like Soldier Boy
You pull Homelander outside of the little office room, still able to keep an eye on Ryan through the small glass window on the door. "Are you crazy bringing him here? Today?"
Homelander keeps his gaze steady on you, undisturbed by the danger he may have brought toward his son. "I want OUR father to meet him. Ryan's his grandson."
Your eyes round, unable to believe what just came out of your brother's mouth. "Really? You want Soldier Boy to meet your little son? Soldier Boy whose power is unstable." You'd had a run in with him already. Blathering about how he was your father. You didn't believe it at first, laughed in his face; Homelander was the one who later verified it as the truth.
His jaw ticks. "I want us to be a real family. This is our chance to know an actual parent."
That hurt a little. "I. . . I thought we already were family. . ."
Blue eyes soften and he places his gloved hands on your shoulders. "You know what I mean. He's the ribbon that ties the both of us together."
Shaking your head, you want to pull away from him but have never been one to pull away from his caresses. "I don't want to get to know him. He almost killed you."
Homelander checks up and down the hall before moving his hands up to your face. Eyes glued to one another in an intimate way that would have anyone raising eyebrows.
"It'll be fine. We'll be fine." His lips ghost not even an inch above your's.
Fight leaving you, you close your eyes and lean in closer.
"What the fuck is this?"
You nearly throw Homelander into the opposite side of the hallway.
Soldier Boy's face is scrunched up in naked disgust. Like a fowl taste in his mouth which was rich coming from someone like him. You'd heard about all of his escapades and him having a hand in creating Herogasm. "Oh that's fucking disgusting. Seriously? You two fucking?"
Anger flames your cheeks as you bare your teeth at him but Homelander holds you back from taking a step toward Soldier Boy.
"We can explain." Homelander tosses over his shoulder at him.
"Oh I'm sure you can. Not really much to say when I saw the two of you almost kiss. Ya know, I knew the both of you were disappointments compared to me. This really takes the cake. Fucking filth."
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darling--core · 6 months
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my final note on the ai nonsense.
okay, hi friends! i know i've been super inactive recently. there are a few reasons for that, but of course, the main two are that 1) i've been super super busy trying to get everything done for kinktober so i don't stress myself out trying to write it all during october, and 2) i got a pretty big wave of pro-ai hate and some pretty nasty messages about it.
so, let me be very clear: my blog is anti-ai. i do not, and will not, consent to having my intellectual property stolen and used to train bots. this is plagairization and is illegal. and finally, this will be the last time i ever address the situation with nipuni or the hate anons on this blog.
i'm putting more detailed thoughts, as well as a quick rundown of everything that has been going on, below the cut, but it's not necessary to read if you don't want too. this post is just to document everything that happened and make it clear where i stand on the situation, and any future situations involving ai or stolen work.
this is not intended to be a callout post: that is not my intention. i just want to make the situation as clear and easy to understand as possible, and then put it behind me. i will not be addressing this ever again.
on july 25th (2023), a very sweet anon made me aware of the fact that my entire introduction post for seth silvera, my yandere jock, had been ripped and pasted directly into the 'long description' section of a bot on character.ai. my character seth was used in one of the very popular creator nipuni's 'LOVESICK' bots, with only his name changed to 'axel' in most instances (there was one instance where she didn't change his name, leaving 'seth' in the middle of a sentence). this screenshot is from @caicreatornews
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the same day, my very lovely mutual and friend gasp ( @devourable ) offered to help me contact the creator of said bot through discord (because, yes, i was too panicky to do it myself).
for a full month, we were in contact about what we could do to get the situation resolved. i will say that for the most part, during this time, puni was very apologetic and wanted to work things out with me, so i was more inclined to be lenient. instead of filing a dmca or trying to contact c.ai myself, i was fine with her trying to contact support to see if there was anything she could do to remove or edit the bot on her own. unfortunately, nothing we tried ultimately worked.
i would like to also make it clear here: puni informed both saint and i that she had never stolen content from any other writers before. nipuni has well over 100+ bots, so i decided not to go through all of them (which i say in the screenshot of my own messages blow) to make sure she was telling the truth and decided to believe her and her mods when they assured me that i was the only one she had plagiarized.
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during this time, puni also informed me that she posted an apology addressing my situation directly into her discord server, which i could not join to verify because her server was mixed ages and included minors- my discord links directly to my nsfw tumblr account, and i was just not comfortable being in a space with minors. at the time, i thought this was very nice of her, because i specifically let her know that i wasn't looking for her to make any public statements about the situation! mostly because i (again, at the time) believed her when she said that she had never done this before, and i didn't want her to face too much backlash.
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however, it has been brought to my attention that sometime soon after posting it, she deleted the apology. (you can also see a screenshot of said apology for the little while that it was up).
anyway. the important part of this story is that on roughly august 21st, it was brought to gasp and i's attention that nipuni had plagiarized multiple other content creators, including my lovely friend bunny ( @potetogrrl1 ) as well as another popular yandere hc creator, suiana (who i won't tag because she's a minor, but i'm sure you've seen her work if you're familiar with yandere oc hcs).
gasp and i personally reached out to any of the other creators we could find to let them know their work was being used and to ask if nipuni had asked them for permission first. all of the creators i reached out to said no, she hadn't, and they were unaware that their work was being used.
when confronted (and i use the term confronted loosely, we mostly just reached back out through the dicsord group chat we were in with puni & some mods from her server), we were first told that puni had reached out to some of these authors first and had permission, which was a lie. we were also told that puni had forgotten these other instances of plagairization, which is why she originally told me she had never done this before.
a few of her mods (not all of them, some were still quite friendly!) resorted to being quite hostile in the group chat, and since that day, i have not heard back from puni despite me reaching out in both the group chat and through her tumblr.
a few weeks ago, a little while after all that happened, i decided to take a bit of a break from tumblr because i was flooded with hate messages out of absolutely nowhere. i won't show any of the most vitriolic ones because some of them were pretty genuinely disgusting, but it's also pretty clear that some of them (like the two longest ones in this bunch) were written by the same person or people. (and, of course, yes i did post the last one to my blog to address it & announce i was turning off anons)
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it was kind of a rough day, im not gonna lie to you. there were already a bunch in my inbox by the time i had woken up to see them, and more were coming in, which is why i decided to turn anon off for awhile. i had no idea if maybe these were people who support puni as a creator and found my blog through posts about this situation, or what happened. but there's obviously nothing i can do about that now.
which brings us to now.
at this point, the stolen bot with my work is still up. i am finally filing a dmca, though from my experience, i have no idea how seriously the c.ai support workers will take it. nipuni continues to be an extremely popular bot creator. i have left the group chat, and i don't want anything else to do with this situation.
i'll be honest, there was a stretch of time where i genuinely considered deleting this blog. especially after multiple threats to continue to steal my work, anons letting me know that they already had stolen and made bots from my work, anons telling me they loved using puni's jock bot and didn't care that i didn't like it, etc.
i didn't want to put anything else out there with the looming threat of plagiarization constantly hanging over my head. it made writing feel suffocating instead of fun, which was heartbreaking, because writing has always been my favorite thing to do. this is something i want to take seriously, to grow my audience and hone my writing skills until it can be more than a hobby for me someday- and the thought of my work so easily being ripped out of my hands and used to train ai bots was a really really bad feeling.
but, at the end of the day, i love this blog and my writing too much to see it go. unfortunately, this is just the landscape for creators to navigate today. it sucks, but that's just how it is.
i've even considered the idea of making my blog private, but that doesn't work for me. i've toyed with the idea of opening a patreon or posting somewhere else, but i don't want to lock all of my writing behind a paywall, and people could theoretically still steal my work there. so i don't really have any solutions for this one.
anyway. i will not be addressing any of this ever again. i don't want puni or any of her mods to contact me ever again. i will not be addressing any similar hate messages again.
all i ask is that if you see any of my work outside of my tumblr, the ONLY PLACE that i currently post any of this, that you let me know so i can deal with it as privately as i can.
that's about it. thank you if you read all of this nonsense, and thank you so so so much to anyone who sent me kind messages or offers to help during all of this.
now i can finally go back to the fun stuff, lmao. hope you all enjoy kinktober! <3
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