#this took me about like less than a minute to edit at most don't take this too seriously

[duvewing]

#saint.txt #breathes heavily #my blorbo. my beloved [puts him into a blender] #dmc #devil may cry #vergil #vergil sparda #this took me about like less than a minute to edit at most don't take this too seriously #rotates him around in my head

[maximotts]

i feel like cowboy wanda would be so gentle the first few times she has sex with you bc she’s worried she’ll hurt you and scare you off but eventually she loses control a bit and manhandles you into position and when she pins you down, you moan and then the most DEVILISH smile spreads across her face

Ooo okay okay it's interesting you brought this up because I've been thinking about their first encounter a bit lately! We'll ignore that this turned into a whole fic, okay? I love them sm Also this isn't really edited because it was supposed to be a short answer and now it's uhm.. not short, so forgive any typos

18+ only please . wc: 2.7k . cw: first meeting hookup, drinking, dirty talk, oral, fingering, v light spanking, lap sits, possessiveness, Wanda being smitten, the pickup truck sex a lot of y'all have been asking me about that I said was coming, morning after with Wanda because she's as proper as she is filthy

Basically right now I have their first time more as a hookup where bunny is new to town and goes out to a bar one night to maybe make friends and see the environment, but then she meets Wanda and her group of friends who are all more than welcoming and you're having a great time hanging out with them.

But your eyes keep drifting to Wanda. Of course Wanda notices and, being the smooth talker she is, starts flirting with the new girl. She buys you as many drinks as you want which, end up being stronger than you're used to, but your nerves keep you ordering more. When she finally slips an arm around you, cornering you in the booth you'd only just plopped yourself into, you're more than ready for Wanda to kiss you— and kiss you she does.

You're shy by nature, never having made out with anyone in a bar, much less with a girl you'd only known for a few hours, but Wanda's thumb brushing over your cheek while she bites down on your bottom lip has you forgetting everything you're used to which admittedly, isn't much. Somehow she's pulled your thighs over her own, toying with the stretchy hem of the form-fitting skirt you'd decided to wear last minute. When she touches a particularly sensitive spot, you shiver and Wanda chuckles, "You cold, darlin'? Pretty as your arms are, I'll let you borrow my jacket if it'd help."

And so the night goes on with Wanda's thick denim jacket slung over your shoulders, her arm around your waist wherever the two of you walk. Normally you'd hate the presumptive way the cowgirl was handling you, as if she owned you already, but you'd be damned if you didn't admit you wanted her to stake her claim. So, in your slightly inebriated state, you took a leap, "Wands, I'm sleepy..."

Which catches her attention immediately. "Well now," Wanda pulls you close then, fingers carefully treading the line between caressing your hip and groping your ass; it would be the first time she whispers in your ear, but it'll never stop being insanely hot. "I hope you're telling me because you're going to let me take you home. I'd be real sad leaving tonight without you."

You wish your giggle of a reply didn't sound so girlish and naïve, but in hindsight, you had no idea the sheer intensity you were in for. "Only if you promise to behave yourself."

—

She's driven about halfway back to her house before she has to pull over; technically it was her land, pulled over to the side of the winding road and turning her truck engine off. "I know I promised to take you home, I still will, but I can't take another second not having my hands on you."

It takes you back a little; all you'd been doing was scratching over her jeans while you stared at the woman driving, but you weren't going to argue with her. "I don't really-"

"I've wanted you on my lap since I laid eyes on you. Get over here." Thankfully she doesn't have to convince you any farther, holding back a groan as you straddled her legs, skirt riding up inch by inch. It was a tight squeeze with you between her and the steering wheel, but Wanda hardly noticed once you started kissing her. This time was impossibly hotter, Wanda's tongue taking control of the kiss before moving on to shamelessly leave marks along your jaw and neck.

And Wanda is too good at getting your clothes out of the way, leaving you topless with record speed, squeezing at your breasts roughly while you struggled just to keep up with her mouth. "What if someone sees..."

The brunette only starts toying with your nipples, relishing in the way it got you rolling your hips. "It's pitch dark, silly girl. I can barely see you out here, don't worry your pretty little head."

You lost the last bit of your restraint the moment Wanda passed her fingertips over your underwear. They were thin lace, chosen by design so as not to show under your skirt, but they drove Wanda wild. She pushed them aside to slide her fingers along where you were already warm and sensitive, hips stuttering as she stroked over your clit. "O-Oh.."

"Look at you, already wet and needy. Were you like this all night? That why I caught you squeezing your thighs together so often?" You shook your head, trying to deny it, but you weren't even fooling yourself.

Wanda's had you rocking in place for hours by this point; you thought sure you'd been subtle and being called out for your behavior found your head ducking into the crook of Wanda's shoulder to avoid her knowing gaze. "Aww, it's okay! It'll be our little secret, promise..."

Wanda discovered night one what a responsive person you were, delighting in the vice grip you held on the back of her seat while she rolled your nipple in time with her other hand on your sensitive bud. You rocked against her hands as best you could, fighting to keep pace, but hopefully not finish so easily— it'd just been so long and you needed this much more than expected.

The next morning, you'd blame the alcohol. "Wanda please, I- I need.."

"What do you need, sweetheart, wanna cum? Make a mess in my truck after I barely got started with you?" You were nodding so hard your neck hurt, moaning quietly as you felt your body reach its peak; the first of many that night. Ears ringing and thoughts so pleasantly fuzzy, you couldn't recall a time you'd felt more free, in an old pickup truck or otherwise.

"Ooh, aren't you just a masterpiece..." The brunette took her time letting you down, pointer and middle fingers wandering until they just barely pushed into you: less than an inch, but unendingly torturous. "Sounds like I was able to make you feel better, least a little bit."

Tired hips tried every which way to sink onto Wanda's long fingers, the same ones you'd felt on you over your clothes back in the bar and had lists of naughty places you wanted her to put them. But each time, your lover avoids delving anywhere past shallow. "You're being mean, just fuck me."

"Mean? After I let you cum as early as you wanted? You don't know what mean looks like on me. Don't think you want to," A succession of wet slaps echoed in the truck's cabin, the silence of everything around you both amplifying the sound of Wanda lightly hitting your sensitive cunt and your resulting whimpers.

"Told you so. Now, bend over and stay still while I get a proper look like the obedient girl I know you are," Manhandling you over the length of her seats shouldn't have been as easy as it was after the long night out, but Wanda was strong and you never fought her while she pushed your arms to the passenger car door and spread your bent knees apart.

If you were begging her to fuck you out loud, you wouldn't be surprised, wishing so hard that if Wanda still refused to give you exactly what you wanted, she'd at least use her fingers, tongue, anything to fill where you currently felt so empty. "Please- I need more-"

Your thighs shake as she licks over your puffy folds, mumbling the most depraved things about you, your taste, your warmth, leaving you with the most intoxicating combination of feeling both used and adored. "You just keep dripping into my mouth, baby, it's impossible to keep you clean..."

"Can't help it, sorry," But your words aren't matching your actions, not when you kept searching out Wanda's tongue each time she flicked at your clit, pitifully rolling over the rough surface whenever she flattened it out.

You'd long since fogged up the windows, smudging the fog as your overheated cheek met the cold glass; each time you managed to open your eyes you remember exactly where you are, woods rustling in the middle of the night. "W-Wanda! 'm close again, please please...!"

"Mean girls wouldn't let you have two orgasms back to back, no matter how pretty." Wanda likes to believe she actually thought about whether or not to give you what you wanted, but in reality she knew she would leave you wanting the second you turned bratty. Sure it was a risk, not knowing how you'd react, but it was well worth the test to see if you had a chance of handling her past a quick night's distraction. "Straighten up, we're only a few minutes from home."

"That's not fair—"

But Wanda was already pushing you upright again, haphazardly fixing your dress, going so far as to buckle your seatbelt as if it'd keep you from your uncomfortable wiggling. "My car my rules! Like I said, we're not far."

Wanda expected you to pout and huff the whole way, worried in the back of her mind you wouldn't let her lay another hand on you after her denial, but she was pleasantly surprised. Somewhere shortly after she pulled back onto the road, you'd taken her hand; first just to play with her fingers, innocent fidgeting at best, but before she knew it, her digits were engulfed in sinfully wet warmth.

Her fingers in your mouth made the pair of you dizzy, hands holding her wrist as you pumped her digits in and out, tongue swirling over the tips and grinning once Wanda's neutral expression cracked, lips parting in a low groan. "Do mean girls let the good ones suck the strap they've been feeling near them all night or do they only get to play with their hands?"

"Depends on if they show them how bad they want it." Wanda could only look your way for seconds at a time, the visual of your half-lidded gaze trained on her jeans while you so obviously used your imagination to envision some other scenario, muffling your own needy sounds as you forced her fingers to the back of your throat... she'd underestimated the new girl.

Whether it was any lingering alcohol talking or whatever boldness Wanda unlocked that night, something urged you to continue goading her, making a show of spreading your legs and slipping her wet fingers to your sex before closing them once more, slowly grinding her shaking digits to sate yourself for that last tiny stretch of road to the farmhouse. "Bad enough to turn your hand into a toy for as long as you let me."

Wanda made that final turn up her driveway, parking her truck fast as she could with only one hand, "You're lucky I didn't crash just now, you little devil, can't wait to get you inside."

"Lead the way, since we're playing by your rules and all." As soon as she got her hand back, Wanda practically dragged you from her vehicle and for as many hours as you spent awake in her home, you couldn't remember a single detail of any room she brought you through that night.

—

When you wake up, it's to a dimly lit bedroom, curtains drawn so only a sliver of late morning sun peeked through. Your body ached, but it wasn't from the drinking, taut muscles and lethargic thoughts bringing back bits and pieces of everything you got up to the second Wanda got you past the front door.

The same Wanda whose bed you assumed you were currently sprawled out in. Doubt crept in as you realized you're alone, fretting over if you should've fallen asleep there or not. You were deciding whether it'd be more awkward to sneak out and go back to town on foot or to search out Wanda and ask if she'd mind driving you back to your place when you heard a single knock on the door. "Can I come in?"

Your brow furrowed, "It's your room, of course you can come in." Wanda cracked the door slowly, the back of her loose flannel shirt greeting you first before she turned around, a small tray in her hands. "Sorry for crashing."

"Never said you were unwelcome, I'm sorry for letting you wake up in a strange place by yourself... and for not leaving you at least a shirt, my bad." Your arms hastily bundled the blankets to cover your chest, your nakedness pointed out to you, but Wanda laughed, setting the tray down before heading for her dresser. "Don't worry, darlin, I love the view just as much in the daylight."

"What a reassuring hostess I have," Pulling the t-shirt she tossed you over your head, the delightful scents coming from the tray down the bed now catching your attention. On it was a short stack of pancakes, bacon, orange juice, strawberries... the biggest breakfast you'd seen since you'd come to town. "Did you make that?"

Wanda nodded and slid the food closer to you before sitting on the edge of her mattress, "I don't typically make this much food, but I had to get up early to make some rounds in the barn and I figured I owed you a hearty breakfast after such a nice night."

There was something so endearing to how she explained her actions, rambling on to offset her nerves, No one had even gone to such lengths to make your morning so comfortable after a single hookup, but this set the bar high for anyone else who tried. Not that you'd ever have to worry about another first night, but neither of you knew that yet.

For now Wanda scrambled to find the right way to show genuine interest in the girl she'd brought home and fucked every which way until they passed out and you amusedly ate your special pancakes while watching Wanda try, her fumbling charming you more than she'd ever imagine.

Eventually you put her out of her misery, putting down your utensils to sit up on your knees and stretch over to plant a quick kiss on her soft lips. "I really appreciate it and I'm not even a bit mad with how I woke up, but it's very sweet of you to care, Wands."

"Oh good because I'd really like to see you again sometime, if you're up for it." It would be a rare thing to see Wanda so continuously shy, but she was uncharacteristically smitten and she wanted to get to know you before the rest of the small town came for their changes too.

You hummed as you popped a strawberry into your mouth, licking your fingers in a way that painfully reminded Wanda of the previous night, "How's today?"

"Today?" The farmgirl ran a hand through her long hair, cocking her head to the side much like a lost puppy.

"Yeah, today. If you wouldn't mind me following along." With each minute that ticked past, the less you wanted to leave, much preferring a Sunday spent with Wanda than in your flat full of moving boxes.

Her eyes lit up, smile brighter than the sun, “Can’t complain about a beautiful girl all to myself all day!" Wanda was practically buzzing with everything she wanted to show you, from the chicken coops to the haylofts, but she forced herself to keep her cool.. on the surface at least. "Finish up breakfast and I'll find you some kind of pants."

"But I'm so cozy right here without them." Maneuvering over the last bits of food on your plate meant you more fell into Wanda's lap than sat on it, but she caught you nonetheless, tugging you down for the proper kiss she'd been waiting to share with you since early morning light. "Come back to bed with me?"

After the long sleep your energy was renewed, finally able to take Wanda into all your senses again, the taste of her lips, the subtle earthy smell from the work she'd already done that day, her strong hands settling confidently on your upper thighs... getting dressed was the last thing on either of your minds. "Wouldn't be much of a hostess if I didn't let my guest do as she pleased."

In the end, the pair of you might've set the world record for longest date from Sunday morning to when Wanda finally dropped a reluctant you back into town Wednesday afternoon.

#lets ignore that I have yet to make the au post #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #cowgirl!wanda #maximotts #motts writes.

[qsphyxias]

Nightwing x Male! Reader (hurt/comfort)

if you fetishize mlm/nblm relationships, get the fuck out of here!

synopsis ; you just broke up with ur bf bc he cheated on u and Nightwing comes to make u feel better.

warnings ; swearing, break ups, venting (not traumatic or too deep) about relationship, manhandle joke, angst? its topic is sad but I think I made it too nice and fluffy

note ; i wanna add more, esp. with pillow talk or whatever but I'm too tired and maybe ill just make another part or smth or edit it

words ; 1.3k+

Your face burned, and your lips trembled against the hand you held up against your moth. You sighed shakily, dropping your head atop your arm leaned up against the railing of your balcony. That was the end of another relationship.

You looked at the wet cement down below, over the thin, black iron railing, your eyes couldn't focus on anything because of the fat tears that obstructed most of your vision. Gravity pulled your tears to the ground, almost pulling you entirely over the rails — you just felt so tired.

The day you've had was just about enough for you to bear. You found out your boyfriend of three years was cheating on you for two of those three years. But the worst part was that you hadn't even found out yourself; he had told you, and he had been the one to break up with you. As if, you were the problem.

You were in the way.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You murmured under your breath, rage began to well up, and you could feel it in your throat — strangling you, taking your breath and turning it into steam. "I wasted three years on him. Three fucking years of my life!" You backed away from the ledge, looking up at the sky as if it represented the entire world before you. "And for what?"

Despite it all, a part of you wanted him back. Not because you loved him, but because, where else will you find someone? You knew everything about him, and you... well, you hoped he knew just about everything to know about you. But now, all that information is useless. You were scared and alone; how much time did you really have? It's not like some handsome, piece of ass is going to come around and save you.

You slid down on the cold surface of the balcony, sitting down and tucking your knees in as you watched your fingers fidget in front of you. You stopped crying, but now it felt worse than before. Your heart had no means to release all that raw emotion because your body couldn't take the exhaustion.

"Hey, are... you alright?" A gentle hand grabs your shoulder, and your head shoots up to see dark blue eyes, staring at you with nothing but hopeful concern. His hope to somehow make you feel better, and his concern that you are currently sitting on the ground, eyes, nose, and mouth red and swollen.

You don't push away, not at all — in fact, that's the last thing on your mind. Even when it hits you that Nightwing is leaning over you, a knee on the ground and his arm on your shoulder. You're too drained to react properly, you just stare at him.

You pressed your hand on your cheek, murmuring your speech. "Give me a fucking break." Had he arrived at a time — literally any other time — less inconvenient, you probably would have asked him for an autograph and fawned over his arms. He chuckled at your reply, not at all offended by your display of disdain at his appearance. He took a seat next to you on the cold hard ground.

For a couple of minutes, you both just sat there, and you stared off into space as you silently fought with your inner demons to not lash out at him. With an apologetic sigh, withdrawing your attitude from before. "I'm sorry, it's been a rough night- I just found out my boyfriend was cheating on me for two years." Nightwing glanced over as you mentioned a boyfriend, so you weren't straight, huh? That totally won't affect how he sees you.

The man beside you sucked in a sharp breath as you mentioned your situation, immediately feeling terrible as he put himself in your shoes. "Don't worry about it; you deserve a little lashing out." You scoffed affectionately as you wiped your remaining tears away with your sleeve, he was friendly, wasn't he?

"That's nice of you to say." Suddenly, the floor looked much more interesting than looking at the attractive man beside you. He noticed the averted gaze and brought you back to reality by placing his hand on yours. "I'm serious, lash out at me! Whatever you wanna say to him, say to me." He was serious, grinning at his great idea.

"I mean I heard you wailing from miles away; I'm sure you don't have a shortage of things to say." He looked proud of himself. "Dear god — you heard that?" You stood up and backed away from him, with him following you closely. "I think half of Gotham heard that." He teased, watching your ashamed expression with a smile.

"You're kind of an asshole, aren't you?" You said, standing your ground as you taunted him right back. His smile only grew, "I have mixed reviews."

"Alright, Nightwing. I'll take you up on your offer." You crossed your arms and stepped closer to him, "I'll vent."

He rubbed his hands together in response, beckoning you towards him. "Give it to me."

Your face turned beet-red at the sudden conspicuous innuendo, and you paused. Hoping he hadn't noticed, you got back in the zone and tried to imagine your ex's face in place of Nightwing's. "Okay, alright. Well. You're... You're a dick."

Dick laughed, for more reasons than one. "That's it? Have at me! Don't be shy." You frowned, "Fine then, you're not just a dick. You're also cruel." You looked into his eyes, seeing your ex's face before you instead of Nightwing's.

To fuel the fire, you channeled all those feelings into your speech. "You broke my heart for no reason when you could have left me when you met him. And- Instead, you wasted my time, thinking I was in this... This loving relationship with a man I was going to marry — " Before you could keep rambling on, you felt strong arms around you, grounding you. You hadn't noticed you were trembling from the emotion until you felt the calm, still body against yours.

You also hadn't noticed how much you absolutely needed that hug.

Hesitating, your arms hovered over his back before you tenderly hugged him back, sinking into his body knowing he could still hold you from his already tight grip. You wondered if you'd ever be hugged like this again now that you didn't have a boyfriend. Whenever your ex did decide to hold you like this, it wasn't often.

Sleep took over your body as his warmth may have reminded you too much of your sheets, and the comfort of your bed. Maybe he reminded you of home.

"... Was that too much?" You murmured against the chestpiece of his suit. He shook his head, not wanting to see your expression just yet. Your frown and your trembling lips broke his heart.

"I think I'm tired." Dick took that to heart and picked you up with ease, walking over to your balcony door and stepping in. "Oh- so you're just gonna manhandle me then?" You declared eyes half-lidded from exhaustion. For a second, he was worried he had crossed a boundary. "Well, I'm okay with that." Now he wasn't so worried.

Dick chuckled as he placed you down on your bed, turning off the light beside you and moving to exit your apartment. He stopped in his tracks as he heard you groan. "Wait, come back..! Stay with me. Please?" He turned around to see you pouting on your bed, knowing you were trying your absolute best to extract pity out of him to make him stay.

"It'll be my first night in three years without a warm body sleeping next to me; you're really gonna leave a guy hanging?" He rolled his eyes as you played the break-up card, waltzing over with a defeated look on his face. You on the other hand, had adorned an expression of joy.

"You regret stopping by my balcony, don't you?"

"... Far from it, actually."

#male reader blog #fanfiction #male reader fluff #male reader #nightwing x y/n #nightwing x you #nightwing x reader #nightwing x male reader #nightwing #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x male reader #dick grayson x reader #dc x reader #dc dick grayson #dc fanfic #dc #dcu #night wing

[scoobydoodean]

links to all the crit dramas? plz? pretty pretty plz? with plzes on top?

Bestie that is a BIG ask and I did not keep up with all the links for all of these (nor would it be feasible to link all of the wank that happened in some cases, and I think in other cases, it would be poor form). But here’s a rundown in (to the best of my memory) chronological order.

Poor wet cat failed pacifists Cas

I think this one may have more context than I know—it's a fairly common motif anyway and has been for years. But the disk horse was reignited at some point because Courtney Queermania said that Dean is, in fact, willing to be inconvenienced by Cas. This did not sit well with anti-dean destiels, who went on the post to tell Courtney they are wrong about everything because *looks at notes* Cas was dedicated to pacifism and Dean forced him to be an evil killer or some other made up nonsense. Dean also forced Cas to fall from heaven and poor bumbling billion year old baby Cas can't even take a shit without Dean's say so, so everything is always Dean's fault and he can't even be grateful and is mean and evil and probably abusive too etc etc. Funny stuff from people who ship Dean and Cas. Btw. Elements of this camp had been sending Courtney hate mail for months before this for daring to post a poll featuring canonical events that occur in the actual show.

Deangirl Uquiz

In April, I made a 50-question True/False uquiz called "How sus do you look to a deanfan (me)?" and said you were sus if you got anything less than like an 80 or something. It was supposed to be a silly, tongue-in-cheek shitpost. I did most of my fandom interaction over on @i-make-fun-of-spn-characters at the time, but intentionally did NOT post this uquiz over there (to a much larger audience) because the uquiz I'd made was meant for a small group of like-minded mutuals and followers who would actually understand the context and find it amusing.

Well. It ended up spreading.

Deancrits got ahold of it and were very very mad that I dared to say things like, "Dean is not largely responsible for Sam and Cas's issues" and "People should have laughed at Dean's jokes more" and "Sam and Cas didn't actually deserve Dean's trust in season 4/6 because they were gaslight gatekeep girlbossing and could not be trusted". They grabbed my uquiz to use like a fleshlight, then discarded it on the ground and cried that it was too big around to suit their tiny wieners.

Deancrits drove their followers to brigade my post and my page. I received hate mail. People spewed venom at me directly. Worst of all, someone I don't give a damn about told me I am not funny. :(((( People pushed and made uquizes to "combat" mine. I spawned countless vagues all over spnblr--some supportive, some spewing venom about deanfans violent hatred (???) for Sam and Cas. Whole mutualships were lost between people I didn't even know over this uquiz. It was nuts out there.

I sexily evaded deancrits with my sexy ways while they chased me through the town square, trying to wrestle me into a hair shirt. I edited the uquiz with some more snark since deancrits made it all about them anyway, and changed my icon to flaming Elmo and probably changed my header to say "@ Deancrits Suck my Ass" or something I don't remember. I think I became genuinely angry at one point for about 5 minutes. After that, I remembered a deancrit casgirl took my 50 question uquiz several times in a row, shitting out their insides with rage the entire time, then posted the screenshot of their 0% to all of their followers like the trophy head of some vanquished beast, letting out a warrior howl of victory. To this day, I could not tell you why they thought this would stick it to me. However, this was so incredibly funny that to this day I still risk pissing myself laughing when I think about it. To get that 0, they also had to call Dean their poor little meow meow btw.

Vegan Sam

Every few years deancrit samgirls start this really funny disk horse about how Dean is an evil food tamperer who doesn’t respect that Sam is a vegan. This, of course, is also a violation of Sam's bodily autonomy (see section below). Victoria Angelsdean dared to make an original post stating that Sam is not, in fact, a vegan and never ever has been one. This made vegan Sam truthers really mad, and it was really funny.

Later on, because Courtney Queermania had been receiving a continuous stream of hate mail from deancrits since February, I had lodged a threat (blackmail) to make a second uquiz of evil and villainy in retaliation should any more hate mail be sent to Courtney. During the "Sam’s Super Special Most Violated Autonomy Stolen Valor" disk horse, I made good on this threat, and featured a question about whether or not Sam is a vegan, which made them mad yet again.

Also this post was fun.

Jesus!Sam

Back in April, tumblr user christ-figure-bracket took it upon themselves to create a poll tournament to determine the ultimate christ figure in fiction. Samgirls have long enjoyed paralleling Sam with Jesus, and nominated him for the tournament. In the first round, Sam was put up against Aslan from The Chronicles of Narnia—literal lion Jesus. Samgirls were determined to bring Sam victory. Much of SPNblr endeavored to assist because it would be funny if Sam won. I was a stick in the mud about it, and gave this as my reasoning:

#i’m sorry I know Sam beating Aslan would be funny but I can’t stand the sam = jesus take #worst thing sam girls ever came up with #and that’s a large hurdle to clear #not even because i have a problem with people wanting to read into things and explore symbolism #it’s because some of them get gigantic heads about it and then act like they’re being persecuted for their beliefs

Lo and behold—they proceeded to prove me right.

Very early on, some samgirls started telling people who voted against Sam to kill themselves, and complaining openly by name about fellow samgirls who didn't support their plight. However, the real trouble started when christ-figure-bracket made it clear in a humorous manner that they would prefer not to have wincest shippers in their notes. Enraged, angry wincest shippers began sending christ-figure-bracket hate mail, and adding wincest fic and art to their posts and sending it in DMs, and saying they were being persecuted for their beliefs. christ-figure-bracket could barely block them fast enough. Samgirls cleverly recollected—from a few hours before—that Sam had been placed against literal lion Jesus in the very first round. This and the wincest shipper blocking clearly implied christ-figure-bracket's barely-concealed hatred for samgirls. They were no impartial moderator—no! They intended to skew the poll to destroy Sam!

Anyway, christ-figure-bracket removed Sam from the entire tournament as a punishment. Sonic the Hedgehog ended up winning the whole thing, btw. Also I thought it was funny that Sam got kicked out so I said so in some tags. I got some absolutely batshit mail about my "unfandom behavior" and how I place myself as some "sane anti bully saint" and then the person pinned a vaguepost on their page about me choosing who to bully and who to baby for like a month.

Jesus!Sam disk horse returned for a part 2 when Courtney Queermania said something like, "Making a t-shape with your arms should be called 'Sammying'" and got this shit in their inbox:

Dean winning the best tits poll

People got really mad that Sam didn't win this. There was also a lot of arguing about "tits" versus "pecs" and whether Sam has good tits or good pecs.

Sam’s Super Special Most Violated Autonomy Stolen Valor

One day, Courtney Queermania dared to say on their own blog, that they were considering whether Sam’s autonomy actually gets violated anymore than anyone else’s, and weren't sure that it does.

This suggestion resulted in a firehose of anonymous hate mail on Courtney's blog, about what a terrible evil person Courtney is for daring to think this, about how Sam is the specialist most autonomy-less adult baby ever to exist, and how deangirls daring to possibly deny this truth or suggest anyone else ever experienced a violation of their autonomy is a violation of samgirls bodily autonomy in of itself.

To be clear, NOT ONCE did any of us go on any samgirl's page to interact with ANY of them in any negative way. And yet, samgirls fully treated all of us as absolutely evil horrible insensitive people who were actually harming them irl by posting things on our own blogs. While their friends spewed absolutely vile hate messages at Courtney, samgirl blogs were making posts about OUR cruelty and how any of us daring to find humor within the onslaught was deeply evil and insensitive toward them. It was literally argued that Samgirls themselves are all super special victims of abuse who all of us (who clearly have never been through anything bad ever) were being insensitive toward. So of course that mode of thinking within the samgirl community encouraged the hate bombing to continue as some justified form of "retaliation" against our cruelty.

Genuinely I think the hate mail on this went on for like 1-2 months. Some really really ugly vile shit was sent mixed in with some really funny shit. Questions were pondered such as, "Wait a minute—how is everyone defining autonomy???" "Is a demon tricking Sam a violation of Sam's autonomy?"" "Do Deangirls just want to give all of Sam's Super Special Traumas to Dean, who has never been through anything, ever?" "How many incidents can PK come up with where Sam violated Dean's autonomy within 3 minutes?" I posted the aforementioned blackmail uquiz, and Courtney gave all of us this incredible baby Sam image that shall live on in infamy (and haunt all of our dreams).

Psychic!Dean or: Sam's stolen valor part 2

I believe it all started when Laura ilarual made a post talking about a funny headcanon they came up with in a discord server, wherein Dean managing to predict the future fairly frequently is actually a display of latent psychic abilities Dean isn't aware he has. Courtney Queermania also joked about it, which is a crime punishable by death, because Courtney (a completely normal, nice person) is actually the devil incarnate according to a variety of hate anons who have targeted them nonstop since February 2023 for literally no fucking reason.

This resulted in this hate mail, and also blended with the general autonomy disk horse that was still going on in Courtney's inbox at the time.

I think what was funny to everyone about Psychic!Dean was how spitting mad it made people for absolutely no reason other than it was somehow perceived as "stolen valor" by samgirls. I started shitposting after that about how Dean can sense hidden rooms. Psychic!Dean has become one of my favorite headcanons since—we're all rather fond of it now.

Gun Safety: A Commentary on pillows and black store clerks

This is two different diskhorses in a trenchcoat that happened with deancrit destiels/casgirls. Once again—me and my friends never went on anyone's page to interact with anyone in a negative way.

This disk horse had two related flavors: is Dean bad and evil and the devil incarnate for 1) sleeping with a gun under his pillow and/or 2) Shooting Jack in the back to get his attention and keep him from strangling a black store clerk to death? Also, are either or both of these things abusive because of... the lack of gun safety?

I suppose you can guess what side deancrit casgirls landed on regarding both of these issues. It was suggested that the sheer possibility that Dean might hurt poor white baby Jack's feefees should trump the life of the innocent black store clerk he was strangling to death in a rage. Naturally.

Regarding the former vein of discourse: Someone got really really mad at Victoria angelsdean and me for making posts on our own blogs that didn't frame Dean as the source of all evil in the world for having a gun under his pillow, and started going through our blogs reblogging things and being an insufferably condescending asshat in tags with a very transparent goal. Among their complaints, were that "The Prisoner" is an incidence of "domestic violence" against Cas, and that Cas shoving his hand into a child's chest to feel for his soul causing him excruciating pain is perfectly fine, but Dean sleeping with a gun under his pillow is *looks at notes* abusive to Jack. Also they thought it was very important to remind all of us that their dad was in the army for some reason.

I was completely unable to take any of this seriously. If you haven't been on my page long, you might not be very familiar with my potty mouth, but it's important here. I've been here a long enough time that I've seen countless kind people get hate bombed by ugly disgusting assholes in this fandom, and this year I simply had enough. Somewhere around the 20th time I saw fellow deangirls get absolutely vile messages from deancrits or obnoxiously condescending reblogs full of nonsense in the year of our lord 2023, I started endeavoring to embarrass them. One way I did this was by equating deancrits who come onto deangirls blogs to police their posts and act like insufferable condescending assholes... with a dude who walks into a men's locker room and immediately whips his dick out. Everyone else is clothed, but this one dude starts running around naked, showing everyone his cock and going "LOOK HOW BIG MY COCK IS. SUCK ON IT" and not only is he being annoying and weird and harassing people—his dick is actually tiny. Basically I began saying, "Stop whipping your dick out on everybody else's blogs, acting like your cock is big and huge and bulging and I need to get down on my knees and suck it. No one is going to suck you tiny cock just because you decided to whip it out."

I used this metaphor with the person who was being a condescending ass on my blog. I promptly got accused of making "violent sexual threats" by one of their friends, and then another one showed up to tell me, "If internet cancellation were real, you would be so cancelled for this." I changed my header to say, “Cancelled by Ligma Balls” and blocked like 6 people and my blog has been blessedly free of deancrit casgirls throwing tantrums and trying to hit me with their babyhands since.

#mail #dont feed the stans after midnight

[kaddyssammlung]

Take Me Back To Eden-

transcript from the Revolver mag Special Edition

I don't own any of this!

In the cold, slow-moving early days of January 2023, something incredible happened, with

no warning. Sleep Token unleashed a new song upon the world that was, at the time, their

most jaw-dropping offering to date. Chokehold begins omniously with a scratching, grinding buzz and Vessel sings declaratively “When we were made, it was no accident, We were tangled up like branches in a flood”. The soft trill of a piano comes in, the suspense builds and then one of the most dramatic riffs the band have committed to record crashes down.It's just the first twist in a dynamic single full of them.

Chokehold struck a crowd with fans and landed Sleep Token cosigns from some unlikely voices. Lorna Shore, frontman and deathcore YouTube star Will Ramos covered the song and then dissected Vessel's vocal technique with a panel of experts. On the Charismatic Voice YouTube channel. Even Wilder was when American Idol star Chris Daughtry surprised a crowd at London's Royal Albert Hall with a dusky acoustic performance of the single. Yet the most remarkable thing about Chokehold is that, for all the fervor it steered, the song Sleep Token released just 24 hours later had even more profound impact on their career. On January 6th, the day after Chokehold's release, the band dropped a second 2023 single called The Summoning. If Chokehold started a fire, this new song poured kerosene on it. A near 7-minute masterpiece, The Summoning took Sleep Token genre blending approach to new extremes, spanning the divide between death metal-esque savagery and slutty funk. Not only did it work socially, but it somehow made beautiful sense conceptually. The song quickly went viral on TikTok, partly because of the stunning contrast between the styles it plays with and also due to its esoterically charged lyrics. Sleep Token had hinted at lustful thoughts in the past, but The Summoning was easily the most overtly sexual song to date. At this point, over half a decade into their career, Sleep Token were hardly unknowns, and the hype around them had been building in the underground alternative metal scene. But the one true punch of Chokehold into the Summoning sent them skyward.

Sleep Token dominated online conversation, trending on Twitter for days on end, and their streaming numbers shot through the roof. Multiple songs trended on Spotify simultaneously, but it was The Summoning that really took off, rocketing to 15 million plays on the platform in less than two months. As of this writing, it tops 18 million Spotify streams. On January 17th, Sleep Token embarked on a sold-out UK headlining tour, playing some of their biggest venues to date, including the 5,000 capacity Hammersmith Apollo in West London. Befitting the band's grounding audience and the launch of their latest chapter, these rituals were notably scaled up in terms of production. Sleep Token performed amid a stage setup, festooned with plants, and vessels started wearing an elaborate shoulder piece emblazoned with gold to protect him from sleep, for some fans have theorized.

Additionally, the trio of female backing singers from 2022's Room Below Ritual were along for the ride. The three women affectionately nicknamed the Vesselettes in some fan circles, performed in cloaks, their faces covered while they stood eerily stuck still. The tour was made even more special by Sleep Token, debuting two brand new songs during their set, the angsty pop metal exercise Granite and the elegant, chest-infused Aqua Regia. The studio versions were released in the middle of the tour, once again dropping within 24 hours of each other on January 18th and 19th. Respectfully, even before Sleep Token's third album was formally announced, fans understood that this sudden wave of new songs heralded an imminent follow-up to This Place Will Become Your Tomb. After the release of the apocalyptically heavy Vore in the middle of February. That speculation became fact, Take me Back to Eden, was announced for a mid-may release and was set to be the final installment of the band's album trilogy. The group's devotees had already been trying to figure out the record's title from the secret code that had appeared on the band's lead-up graphics. On Take Me Back to Eden, the turbulent hot and cold dynamic between Vessel and Sleep reaches its breaking point. His devotion to and lust for Sleep persists, but Vessel recognizes that he is quite literally in a Chokehold within their relationship, even more so than on the band's previous work. His emotions were conflicted enough on this record. On Granite, Vessel rages against Sleep's uncommunicative behavior, even labeling him aggressive and controlling, while on Aqua Regia, despite the song's undercurrent of desire, he affirms that he is done dancing to alarm bells.

By track 9, Do You Wish That You Loved Me he reaches the firm conclusion that not only is Sleep incapable of returning the love he has craved all along, but perhaps Vessel himself cannot muster the same devotion he seeks from the deity. I cannot hope to give you what I cannot give myself.

By the album's closing track, Euclid, the relationship has finally splintered,leaving Vessel feeling reflective but also anxious to move forward knowing that Ijust need to leave this part of me behind.

Once again, every song to Take Me Back to Eden comes with its own visual identity, but the symbology is Sleep token's most complex and detailed to date.

Each song is represented by its own fantastical character, best described as monsters or demons that are illustrated by Alex Tillbrook in the art booklet that comes with physical copies of the record. Some of the creatures appear in music videos' form as well. Each character looks distinct from the others, but they do share some common features. Many have devil-like horns, and the majority have an unusual number of body parts. The character representing Ascensionism has four arms. The one for Rain has three heads, and the creature for Chokehold has numerous arachnid-like legs.

Meanwhile, the character representing War has arms with two venues, flytrap-like mouths in place of hands, echoing the song's motif of consumption and swallowing, and linking to its title's reference to the fetish voraphilia, the erotic desire to consume or to be consumed by another person or creature. In addition, most of the characters hold at least one weapon, and many wear some form of armour. These accoutrements are possible, reflective of the heightened sense of conflict between Wesley and Sleep throughout the album.

The character representing the summoning, who wears a shoulder piece akin to the one

that Vessel wears on stage, clutches a huge gun, almost as big as the creature itself, while others wield axes and other bladed weapons. In two of its four hands, the floating character in a knight's helmet representing Ascensionism holds a handgun and a three-pronged dagger, like a mini version of Poseidon's trident. There are also a few references to weaponry in the lyrics in Chokehold. Wesley reclaims, I come as a blade, a sacred guardian. When in Aqua Regia,he speaks of a perfect start to a perfect war, putting down the roses, picking up the sword.

One compelling fan theory about these characters is that their sleep previous vessels. Others speculate that they could be a physical manifestation of Vessel's personal demons, or even past versions of Vessel himself. Indeed, there are references to the concept of past lives on the album. In Ascensionism, the line, tell me you met me in past lives,suggests Vessel's and Sleep's toxic bond predates this lifetime, or perhaps that's just what Sleep tells Vessel to create, the illusion that their connection is stronger than it really is. The Apparition reinforces the idea, well I believe somewhere in the past, something was between you and I in my dear. If Sleep and Vessel have been entangled for decades or even centuries across different incarnations, it raises the question of what the weapons are for.

Are they for Vessel to use while defending and protecting Sleep, or tools for him to battle the deity as the toxicity between them worsens? The two song-representing characters who've most intrigued fans correspond to the album's final two tracks, both are quite different compared to their armoured, multi-limbed peers. The figure for the pain-mouthed song Take Me Back to Eden, interestingly Sleep Token's only title track to date, has no face but bears angel wings and a scythe. Their juxtaposed element of an angel and a Grim Reaper evoke themes of death, worship,and immortality. All themes that crop up at the end of the album's story defend consensus as that title track concludes Take Me Back to Eden, while the album's actual closer Euclid wraps up the trilogy overall serving as a sort of epilogue. The character representing that song is a masked figure dressed in a toga-like garment holding Vessel's severed head. What does that ominous image mean about the future of Sleep Token? Some fear it's a signal at the end of the band, while others have wondered if it foreshadows the group re-emerging with a new story and a new look perhaps similar to the way Slipknot changed the mask with each album's cycle, or how Ghost kill-off versions of Papa Emeritus to make way for a successor. At the very least, the figure reflects the song's focus on rebirth throughout the death of the old Vessel proclaims I must be someone now. Musically Take Me Back to Eden is Sleep Token's most ambitious body of work to date.

Its sonic rage is considerably greater than This Place where we come here to folding in sounds and genres. The band hadn't touched before. The extremes are also so much more pronounced.

The summoning and Vore are the heaviest songs of their career so far, while a eerie, almost tropical-sounding deary statue of me is Sleep Token at their poppiest. Meanwhile, the colossal Are You Really Okay feels like Sleep Token's taken a arena-sized ballad, though its lyrics are claustrophobic, dark, and hint at self-harm. Since its corresponding character is holding a baby ( Since its corresponding character is holding a baby and the song mentions Vessel being woken up by a loved one dripping crimson on the carpet, some fans have posited that Are You Really Okay is not about self-harm at all, but rather a miscarriage). The most impressive musical feats on the record, however, are Sleep Token's two longest songs to date. The super-sized pair the 7-minute Ascensionism and 8-minute Plus Take Me Back to Eden unify every aspect of Sleep Token's sound, from delicate piano balladery to crushing heavy metal to bursts of trap-infused R&B (Both notably use autotune to add a disembodied quality to vessel's voice.)

Together, the two pieces feel like a culmination of the band's sonic explorations so far, elevating the music into the heady realm of progressive rock while floating with the long-form movement-based structures of classical music. Even as it marks an incredible step forward for the band, both creatively and commercially it landed at number 16 on the Billboard 200 Take Me Back to Eden and occasionally looks back. It's the most self-referential installment of Sleep Token's trilogy, especially towards its conclusion where the nods to previous songs become most overt in particular lines in the opening verse of Take Me Back to Eden.

I dream of phosphorescence, bleed through spaces, and we drive through crystal waters Perfect oceans can be interpreted with callbacks to sundowning in this place will become your tomb, read prospectively. Later, the titled rap evokes the LP's beginning by echoing the opening lines of Chokehold, creating poeticbookends to the album's narrative. Similarly, the entire trilogy concludes looping around to its start with a section of The Night Does Not Belong to God being revived in Euclid, bringing the story full circle. As for Sleep Token's own story, Euclid's image of a vesseldisembodied hit notwithstanding the band's journey continues. At least for now, Take Me Back to Eden has skyrocketed them to previously unimaginable heights. The latest, this anonymous masked band with their eccentric whip, lashing sound, and dizzying mythology have become bona fide arena headliners. They sold out a breakthrough-year-capping December gig at London's12,500-capacity Wembley Arena within just 10 minutes. We know Sleep Token's story will continue in 2024, too. They already have shows booked, including an April run in Australia, an appearance at Las Vegas' sick New World Festival. We want that. What does the future hold?

Might they scale even higher heights? To sleep, to dream.

#sleep token #sleep token worship #sleep token revolver

[galedekarios]

Hello! How are you? Thank you so much for your answers about BG3. I am a little bit frustrated because I try to get a glimpse of all thé romance but most of the videos are about Astarion which is totally okay don’t get me wrong but still. So thank you for providing us with some Gale content. Do you know any creators or people that romanced Wyll and Karlach because I saw à lot of négative comments about how Wyll romance is boring and got less content than the others. Thank you!

thank you for your message! i'm doing well at the moment and i hope you are, too. 🖤

i plan to make many more gale edits--especially of his romance--because i find it extremely well done on all accounts. i'm just trying to pace myself.

i have tried wyll's romance on a gale origin playthrough because with the choices that i picked, they just vibed really well together and wyll's approval and morals are very aligned with gale's own.

wyll's first romance scene, which you get in act ii, is actually incredibly sweet and i loved it very much. what i was a bit... disappointed with, i suppose, was the second romance scene in act iii, which felt very abrupt and just not at all on the same level as his previous one.

[spoilers below]

in his first romance scene in act ii, he shares a dance with the protag and it's just a joy to watch: it's beautifully animated, the music is amazing and i'm very sad it's not on the official soundtrack as far as i can tell.

the second romance scene you get in act iii feels... rushed and a bit out of the blue considering all that's going on. the animations are very janky. i don't know if it's due to being only rigged for a female body type at the moment or if it's a bug, but yes. that was the first thing that completely took me out of the scene. it's a really stark downgrade in quality, i think. i included screenshots because of this so you have a visual comparison of the level quality.

he basically takes you to a fabled old oak, growing near baldur's gate and he tells you a story that completely comes out of left field, picks up an acorn of said oak, tells you his mother always said there was a touch of wishing magic in it (again, it's completely out of the blue bc he never once mentioned his mother before and just doesn't match thematically with what's going on in his quest or the main quest). he then sort of proposes to you with that acorn--again, very sudden when all you did before was share a dance--and if you accept, then you get a kiss and a roll on the grass with a fade to black:

again, i cannot stress how rushed this scene feels, how unfinished and how short it is. i think it's a bit over a minute overall.

i'm very sad about it because the start of wyll's was very strong and he deserved better. all in all, i don't think wyll's romance suffers from being boring at all. his re-write is very good and i like his character a lot now compared to early access. what i do think it suffers from is that it feels rushed and has not received the same care and polish as some of the other companions have. there's little to explore in terms of how he feels about the protag even between those scenes compared to, say, gale's and, as i've heard, astarion's.

my next playthrough will perhaps explore karlach's romance. i'll definitely let you know how that goes!

anyhow, i'm sorry this got so long, but i hope it was helpful!

#chignon plays bg3 #ch: gale dekarios #ch: wyll ravengard #vg: baldur's gate 3 #series: baldur's gate #text: asks #bg3 spoilers

[changingplumbob]

hii!! 11-14 for the story questions

Hooray a chance to talk!!! And I actually really wanted to do these 4! Thank you Lori 😁 I'm throwing in a cut just because I write long answers, don't want to be cluttering dashboards.

11) Why have you decided to tell this story? Are there any messages or meanings within it?

It was about 6 months of me playing my rotations before I had the thought to record what was happening in story format. I was actually sticking with households and wanted to be able to look back and see how far they'd come, so I decided to start writing and taking screenshots. I've always liked creative writing throughout my life, but have been reluctant to share it, there's so much talent out there. I enjoyed writing about my sims so wanted to share it, mainly so I could talk to people about my sims because I have such fun playing.

Messages or meanings... I try to write most of my sims as being accepting. There's a lot of hate and bigotry in our world, and I like writing a world where there is minimal prejudice. Samir will never have to face sims distrusting him simply because he is of Arab descent. Devin will never face discrimination in casting simply because she is married to a woman. Joey will never have his job performance questioned simply because he has hearing loss.

I do write a few mean and narrow minded sims but they are few and far between. They are mainly there to add some realism but I want my sims to feel safe being who they are. So messages... judge someone for their character, not something that they have no control over (ethnicity, sexuality, gender, disability).

12) Do you actually play the game or do you just use it as a storytelling medium?

I LOVE playing! I preordered Sims 4! However, patience is not my strong suit. The longest I've played one household lasted from the teens in a household growing to YA and having a baby... I was the master of making a household, playing for a few in game weeks, then getting bored. Rotational play is great for me as it helps me stay invested, plus I love to micro manage.

I do consider that I'm playing my game and just recording what happens for the most part, Reece and Samir are the only ones I think of as me crafting a story. Apart from them I play pretty unplanned.

13) From basic planning to a finished post, how long does that take you?

I like to play, take screenshots, then write for those before returning to the game for another round of playing. Let me check some dates... The next households first part screenshots were taken on Jan 28th and I finished playing the household on Feb 3rd. Looks like I created the word document on Jan 28th and it was last edited on Feb 4th.

So 8 days to play and write the chapter. I'd guess another day to finish queuing the posts (I also do these as I go). But that is probably one of the faster ones. This latest one I've done has taken me over 2 weeks, yes I was away for a portion of that, and I've still not finished the writing. I'm currently unemployed so I have the time to spend on it. When I find a new job I imagine average creation time will double or triple.

Drafts from the past take about 3 minutes as it's just me getting a screenshot of whatever weirdness is happening and putting it in a post. Lookbooks can take several hours to string together, or less than 1 if I'm not providing new outfits. Build or Reno posts take maybe half an hour to put together, providing I took the screenshots I need. This post took me an hour to write because I'm having an IBS flare up and thinking deeply.

14) Do you have any regrets about your story so far? if you could go back in time, how would you fix these?

I am not a big one for regret in real life. I was for a long time but now I try to see the past as "things happened, I did the best I could in the circumstances with my resources and what I knew".

I do somewhat regret putting my earlier writing straight on Twitter with no copy to my hard drive because all that story is essentially lost to the black hole of the internet. BUT that's taught me to keep records of what I'm doing.

Story regrets... nope. I've sat here for 5 minutes and cannot think of one. I do feel sad about making all of Marta's family dead but I don't regret that choice. What I have done with my sims are things that made sense for the characters.

#dag dag or tag tag #Let the world have more compassion #Player first writer second #Some writing takes ages #Some writing almost writes itself #I'm not one for regrets

[kerryfairyfic]

Can I Call You a Good Boy? (draft scene from If It Hurts, ch3/4)

minors dni

update: final version of this chapter now on ao3!

Pairing: Sung Ji/nwoo x Choi Jong-In

Tags: smut, overstimulation, consensual sex, sex work, oral sex, vaginal penetration, safe sex, light humiliation, teasing (let me know if i should add a tag)

This was one of the first scenes I wrote when I started drafting If It Hurts. It definitely needs some editing before I post it on ao3, but I don't want to keep it to myself anymore.

If you're not reading my fic: the Sung Ji character is Sung Jinwoo before a magical transition.

Almost everything they learned about Choi in the last fifteen minutes indicated he was an asshole despite his public persona. Nevertheless, Choi’s cock had potential to make up for his personality. It was long and large with a rosy pink head that almost looked pretty. It was pretty much perfect. Ji squirmed a little as they felt their clit throb in anticipation. When a deviously grinning Choi kneeled before Ji and pushed their legs apart, there was a lewd and sticky noise since they were already very wet.

Choi raised an eyebrow and stared at Ji’s glistening pussy. “Well, aren't you eager? I suppose you’re ready to get started?”

Ji nodded.

“Can I eat your pussy? And fuck it?”

“Yes sir.”

“Can I call you a good boy?”

Ji bit their lip and nodded. They hadn't been asked that before or known if that was something they’d like, but they definitely did.

Choi huffed at their obvious excitement. “What’s your safe word?”

“Tottenham.”

“Got it,” Choi replied before he hooked Ji’s legs over his shoulders and took a long, broad lick from Ji’s hole to their clit.

Ji moaned and Choi hummed in satisfaction.

“You certainly passed the taste test. I think I’m going to enjoy this almost as much as you will.”

Ji resisted the urge to roll their eyes, but the man lived up to his word. In less than twenty minutes Ji was limp and shuddering from what was frankly expert cunnilingus. 

Choi had to know that Ji was overstimulated by their panting and trembling, but didn’t bother giving them a break. He paused only to put on a condom and flipped Ji onto their stomach, but then paused.

Ji knew what the problem was. A massive bruise nearly covered their entire back; a week ago an E-rank humanoid beast threw them against a wall. No one in their party could see their injury and Ji had been too proud to request healing, so they were letting the bruise heal on its own. When they looked at it this morning, they saw it was fading from purple to yellow but had to admit it still looked frightful.

Choi gently ran a finger down Ji’s spine, and they hissed when the S-Rank barely touched the most tender part of the bruise.

“Sorry, I was trying not to hurt you.”

To Ji’s surprise, Choi sounded genuinely contrite.

“Is this from a raid?”

“Yeah,” Ji answered. “But it’s okay.”

“You aren’t too hurt to get fucked?” Choi asked, the teasing tone back in his voice.

“No.”

Choi gripped Ji’s hips and slowly buried himself into their cunt. Ji couldn’t contain their long, grateful moan; the S-rank’s cock felt as gorgeous as it looked.

“You take it like a pro. Good boy,” Choi said.

Ji groaned greedily as they pulled away then pushed back onto his dick.

“You sound like you’re up for it, but I want you to show me too,” Choi ordered.

Ji wasn’t sure what that meant.

“How?” 

“I want you to keep fucking yourself on my cock. Or are you expecting me to do all the work tonight?”

Ji responded by pushing their hips up and pressing their chest into the bed. Then they began to move, groaning and whining as they took their own pleasure. No matter how Ji felt about this client, they were never one to turn down a good time. Besides, being enthusiastic might keep Choi from breaking them down just to prove a point.

Ji was tired but feeling pretty greedy, so after several minutes they picked up the place and took Choi as deep as they could tolerate.

“You look so good on my cock, Ji. Do you like it?”

“Yeah,” Ji admitted.

Choi snorted. "That's all you have to say? 'Yeah?'"

“I like it a lot,” they elaborated.

“I can tell. You’re so wet it’s dripping down your thighs. Go ahead, take as much as you like.”

Ji began fucking themself faster and harder onto Choi’s cock until they came.

“You’re a very good boy, Ji,” Choi said in a strained voice. “You’re pulsing around my dick so fast and tight that I almost want to come. But it’s too early for that.”

Ji moaned at the praise and squeezed a little tighter.

“Ha, that feels incredible. I see why Baek likes you so much.”

Choi quickly flipped Ji onto their side, holding one of their legs against his chest while one hand stroked their clit. He watched Ji closely and when they were able to keep their eyes open, Ji held his gaze even as they squirmed and shuddered from overstimulation.

“Tell me how much you like my cock,��� Choi demanded while picking up speed.

“S’nice,” Ji mumbled.

Choi pulled out so that only the head was in Ji’s cunt.

“Just nice?” he taunted.

“Please, put it back,” Ji pleaded.

“You want it so bad but it’s just nice?”

“It’s amazing,” Ji replied because it was true. If they could design a dick for themself or a partner, it would be just this length and just this thick. A little too much which was exactly enough.

“Yeah?” Choi teased.

“Yeah,” Ji cried.

Choi grunted with satisfaction as he slammed back into Ji’s pussy and pressed his face against their ankle, finally going still.

This is just a draft excerpt that will probably be in chapter 3 or 4 of my in-progress longfic If It Hurts on ao3; kudos, comments, subscriptions & bookmarks really fuel my motivation! Tumblr reblogs, follows & likes do too!

#when your body is too honest #if jong-in's gonna be rude then ji might as well enjoy themself #gender nonconforming sung jinwoo #queer solo leveling smut #if it hurts - draft #sung jinwoo x choi jong-in #sung jinwoo x choi jong in #sung jinwoo smut #solo leveling smut

[robinruns]

My thoughts on Taylor, as of late

In my opinion, people don't need to speak on every single thing someone else in their life is saying or doing. The issue I have, though, is the fact that she started hanging out with Matty, and has continued to do so, long after his racist and gross comments came to light. When she found out she could have cut him off, but she chose to stay around him.

My friend made the comment the other day that this might be a contractual PR relationship. If that's the case, Taylor needs to fire whoever thought this would be a good idea. I know those sorts of things happen WAAAAAY more often than you'd think, but still. Taylor, look at how frustrated, disgusted, mad, sad your fans are! And maybe more importantly to you, look at how this reflects on you.

And that's the thing, with the announcement of Midnights version 29173, we know she sees what people are saying because she went back in to re-record Snow At The Beach with Lana! Yes I'm sure the new version of Karma (the irony) with Ice Spice was recorded a while back, but again, the fucking optics of it all. It would make a lot more of an impact if Taylor took this moment to let us know that she doesn't tolerate racists and that Matty was out of her life. But he's not so...

And I know the swifties who come for every single person who dares critique Taylor, love to scream about people just making it about her relationships, so I won't. I have PLENTY of critiques about her business dealings too.

I'm not gonna criticize someone, especially a woman, wanting to achieve high levels of success. I've got no problem with a singer branching out into other forms of media. But her recent attempts toward getting recognition in the movie world, and potentially an EGOT if that's her goal, is getting... hamfisted feels like the wrong word here (but it is like 4:45 am right now so forgive me if this isn't my most concise take ever). Carolina wasn't that good of a song, and the movie it was for wasn't it either. Trying to get an Oscar nom for 10 Minute All Too Well? I mean it doesn't hurt to try, but do you really need to do that? Do you really think it was Oscar worthy? It was a good, emotional music video. But if those are the qualifications, I demand a retroactive nomination for The Ghost of You by MCR. That made me feel more in a lot less time. Just saying.

Then we get to the cluster fuck that has been the Midnights era. My list of grievances is long. To start, the fact that no lead single was released ahead of the album is really presumptuous. I know it was a move to say "look how much I can sell without even releasing anything!" But it's frustrating as a fan. Give us something!

And then allllll the different versions. Good lord. So first she announces the album, pre-sales go up. Then a week later "oh yea, here are three more variants!" Two weeks later "Did you get all 4 versions? Because they make a clock!!" Girl we get it, it's called Midnights, this is clearly just a ploy to sell more records to people YOU KNOW will buy multiple copies of the same thing!! Two weeks later "Want a signed version? Now you can order those too!" Then somewhere in there she announces a Target exclusive version with an exclusive song (and two alternate versions of songs on the album). Seriously? So now there are FIVE different variants people can buy and the difference is there is 1 extra song on 1 version.

This is exploiting fans. She knows that people will buy all four and make that dumb clock because she sold kits to put it up on your wall and make it a literal clock! Stringing out the announcements like that is only artificially driving up the sales too so she can say "look how much I sold!"

Then! This one really pissed me off, The 3 AM edition. So after all those versions trickled out, the album drops and "SURPRISE here's ANOTHER version of the album for you to download with all these songs that aren't on ANY of the 5 albums you already bought! And no, they won't be available outside the US."

Come on.

And that's not getting into the 10000 different remixes she has been releasing for all the singles, again doing nothing but driving up numbers. There's making art and earning a living, and then there's exploiting a dedicated fanbase that will spend everything they have just to show support.

And that's what they did when the Eras Tour was announced. Yes I know Ticketmaster was very much to blame for this. Yes Ticketmaster is a disgusting monopoly and needs to be taken down, but that doesn't change she was at the center of it. That doesn't change that she chose to leave dynamic pricing in place, driving up the cost of seats. Not that they were cheap to begin with! But since my friends and I would have to travel at least a few hours, get a hotel, etc, I quickly lost interest in it all. Yes an artist, as they reach the pinnacle of their career, will have more and more expensive tickets, it's expected, but from my perspective, it feels more like watching a dragon sit on its hoard of gold. The only thought given toward the fan seems to be "Well they'll buy it, so I'll sell it!"

And lastly, we know that Taylor knows how to stay out of the spotlight. She did it from 2016 through the majority of 2017. She made an album at that time, she came and went from her homes in that time. But now she can't move without there being a massive pack of fans. We get it, you want to be seen now, so don't cry to us over a lack of privacy at this point. If you really liked Matty you could hide the relationship away instead of flaunting it for the world (Joe) to see. You want us to see you with that edgelord. So do you really care about what your fans feel? Or do you just care how much they'll spend? Because no amount of good songwriting is going to top that.

#god there are so many additional things i wanted to say #but this has been weighing on my mind for a while now so im glad i took the hour to write it down

[mackerelphones]

Why would I post much here on Tumblr until I get more followers? Yet how do I accrue followers without posting?

It's the Twitter catch-22, except I did begin getting some followers there, gradually. Though a number of them have seemed to vanish or go inactive after Musk took over. In my periods of isolation, I took solace in them, too much. I might not have talked to anyone, but I could post a tweet and know the three or four accounts whose owners would reliably interact, and I always looked forward even to seeing their likes, and even more thrilling was when they responded with tweets of their own. To get to that point here, I guess I just need to shill this Tumblr page in enough future YouTube videos.

But the same catch-22 also applies to YouTube, though I still get the most eyeballs there. Creating a video takes an enormous amount of time, particularly for me, because every task takes me longer than it takes other people for reasons I don't understand. Two minutes of a YouTube video, or a video essay anyway, matches at least 40 minutes of creation and usually more. However, in return for this tremendous amount of effort, on YouTube very few people watch my videos, when measured against people who do YouTube professionally. If the Mackerel Phones channel was going to take off after these years, it would have by now. I would be wise to accept that I have failed.

The further problem is that I expect more people have Twitter accounts than Tumblr accounts, so calling on subscribers to follow my Tumblr for updates would be less accessible. Even so, I will.

I just don't have enough hustle in me. Writing is difficult enough normally, and I can barely focus on writing anymore. But being unable to write is about the same to me as feeling myself slowly die. And creating videos feels so pointless, honestly. I've been at the online content thing for most of a decade at this point and still have little to show for it. I am proud of almost nothing I have ever posted and actively dislike even more of it, and my videos and essays that I do regard well I do not consider anything valuable. In the past, I would hit on a video idea and work at it almost obsessively, losing sleep because I stayed up so late editing. When creating "A Pac-Man World of Loneliness," I spent every free hour working on it, no matter how scared and hopeless I felt about real life. I worked on it every day, for hours, for months, and went to bed wanting to get back to it. What happened to that feeling? But even that feeling filled me with sorrow, to feel such emotions over and put such time into a project I considered basically a piss take.

On the other hand, I have come so far and learned so much since I created my YouTube channel and first posted myself reading a terrible poem back in 2016. I can write, record, and edit material of a much higher quality than I would have thought possible when I began seven years ago. The entire process has been a learning experience, much as living for those seven years has been an experience of maturation. And I have met several friendly people as a result of my work on YouTube, and that is precious, very precious. Yet, on some level, even meeting people feels pointless now because whomever I meet online can only ever be distant from me, so no matter how many I might know, I will remain alone. Everything seems pointless. I feel like I had many chances, and I wasted every one, and now it's too late.

Someone once told me, "You have no hope." She meant that I had no ability to believe in a better future for myself or for anything. She was correct. This is why I don't take care of my health like I used to.

I'm sure once I finish up my current projects, though, and nobody cares about them, I'll return to my YouTube video idea backlog to quell whatever voice in my head has driven me to create even what I have so far. I'm sure when I mention my Tumblr on my YouTube channel, I'll get more followers here on Tumblr, too, until maybe someday most of my followers will not be those creepy sexy woman bots. I'm sure I still have plenty of time to, in fact, lead a good life.

I'm sure

#youtube #twitter

[reiverreturns]

for the fanfic writer asks!

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

🍬 Do you write for multiple fandoms? If yes, what is your favorite fic of yours for each fandom?

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

hookay we all know i am incapable of pulling out single sentences so here's some passages! and two because i can't decide!!

Joseph ponders this for a minute, then nods. They both understand what Jacob means. That John lacks discipline, he lacks grit. He toys with ideas bigger than himself and carves them into people’s skin like a child with crayons. He has suffered, oh how he’s suffered, but he’s still too green to have bitten down into the rot of humanity and tested how far his teeth will go. He isn’t them.

from this fic. i really love this line because i think it really nails my interpretation of the seed brother dynamic. joseph and jacob having this affinity as the older, self-sufficient, trauma-bonded brothers while john is always slightly on the periphery of their experience but no less loved. i really vibe with that because john is imo the most violent and unhinged but it really tickles me that his two brothers would think he's the silly rabbit in spite of skinning and torturing people.

As a child, Phoenix never wanted siblings.  She played alone, ate alone, dreamed alone. She had an aptitude for numbers but a torrid impatience for history, a temper that was fierce but took long to spark, a bare-toothed need to learn what tied the knots in people and slip beyond them unnoticed. She is the product of an absent father and a mother who never had the stomach for the job; an older half-sister with crow’s feet and wide hips and red lacquered fingernails. If Phoenix really tries, she can still remember how to get to her sister’s house. The urge has never taken her. She isn’t sure she would even recognise it if she did. 

from this fic. i really like this passage because i think it just captures my take on this character so concisely without being super on-the-nose about her description or why she is the way she is. phoenix my beloved <3

Do you write for multiple fandoms? If yes, what is your favorite fic of yours for each fandom?

i do!

assassin's creed - attrition because i'm ashamed to admit it's the only fic i've fully re-read all the way through and ergo the only one i can comment on (SO BAD SELF)

FC5 - blessed are the meek bc it's the only one published and i love love love genfic in this fandom (even though there is so little of it)

TGM - quiet promises because i think it's the best editing i've ever done on a fic. genuinely don't think there is a thing i would change about it.

What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

that writing, for me, is an act of self-care, and i am a better person (and a better writer) when i acknowledge that. my creative mind needs nurturing and an avenue to express and that shouldn't be considered less important than any other self-sustaining task i need to do. when i treat writing as a tool to help me (instead of one that's dragging me down) i have a much healthier appreciation for what i'm doing.

also, the way to get stylistically better as a writer is to read more. reading is not a distraction from writing but an essential part of it.

ask me some fanfic writing things!

#not me spending a good hour trying to find a single line i like most out of all my stuff and failing miserably #it's practically my brand at this point #ty charlotte kiss kiss kiss #sorry its taken me so long to reply i've been galavanting in fields with bby lambs all day #ask games

[puttlesculpts]

Step 6: Build the skull mask, ruminate a lot. Blender pt 5

With the hood in a good enough place to move on, I wanted to see what it would look like if I used the premade skull mask I had found. As the existence of this post implies: it didn't looks very good!

Never even took a screenshot cuz I nixed that idea so quickly. Which was great, because it was a sign that I was getting more confident in what I could do and the sudden idea of making a mask from scratch was no longer daunting. So I mads a few references and set out to "trace" the model via a flat image and editing the primitive in the isometric views:

Took a screenshot as face-on as I could but still had to skew + mirror it in PS cus ya boy's face is pretty angled. At least the profile is easy to just rotate.

Anyway, here it is with the images placed for Optimal Isometric Modeling:

What you don't see here is the struggle to figure out the best way to actually trace things. Ya I could have watched a video, but at some point you just gotta play around with it on your own. So I ended up taking the woodcarving technique and moving all the vertices to where they needed to be at the most important angle. In this case, in Front View, where I moved everything to the exact place I needed it to be on the x/y-axis, which left most of the sculpting to happen on the z-axis.

This was ALSO the first time I ever deleted faces, something which I forgot I could do, and was much easier than my original plan of just sinking the unneeded surface into his face lol (should probably go back and do this for some of the boot parts)

The mask itself presented a pretty good set of challenges from the previous endeavors, especially with the more natural and rigid nature of bone. I feel like with the cloth of the pants/hood I was able to get away with a little less precision, as there is an inherent unpredictability to the way cloth falls which would not be too noticeable so long as I implied weight well enough (something I was conscious of and played around with :^) ), but the skull portion has a very distinct look with the shapes and shadows.

The mask also needs to be a balancing contrast to the otherwise soft nature of the surrounding cloth pieces. I am wary of my sculpts looking uncanny due to being too smooth and play doh-y (like how the Sims 3 sims looked lmaooo), which is where the skull would come in. I do plan/hope/am praying that brushes will help toward the end to give things a bit of a lived-in feel, and I know there's a way to add additional 3D textures similar to how you add 2D ones, but that was something I briefly tried to do in the past with no luck. In spite of that, I am confident I will be able to figure it out now that I've learned so much more about what I am actually doing in Blender.

With all that being said, the teeth killed me lmao

When I made the general shape of the mask, I thought about just using the mouth portion from the original model I was gonna use. However, that gave me a whole nest of problems on its own. Mainly these huge fucking clusters of vertices:

They made Blender super slow, hoping between edit/object mode was a nightmare, and applying a modifier was a guarantee like 5 minutes of no response. And I spent a good amount of time and troubleshooting trying to fix this (including decimating the geometry, attempting to remove this entire back side + extruding, mirroring, etc) but at the end of the day I just decided it wasn't worth it.

This was a major factor in my decision to started moving away from remixing existing models. I realized that I actually do care about the amount of control I have over them + with each successful part I made, it would make each borrowed one feel that much more out of place.

So major character development here: I am officially gonna axe any plans I had for borrowing models! Except for the skull pauldron, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there lol

Anyway, here are the steps I took trying to make the teeth work before decided to JUST include the teeth and do the rest of the sculpting post-print in epoxy.

I ended up using someone else's teeth tho cus I tried making my own via extrusion (looked bad, look like those lil square gums) and sculpting.

Turns out idk what teeth look like and I could not be bothered to do the entire reference process, especially when I KNOW someone out there probably made a perfectly good set of individual teeth. And someone did!

Anyway, I refined the mask further to give it more shape and will probably continue to work on the teeth as I progress onto other pieces. Who knows, maybe I will eventually gain the skills and confident to say fuck it and just make the entire mask in 3D too.

Up next: Additional head details, maybe the straps on his chest? Gloves pt 2? The BIG cloth wraps? tbd tbh

Sneak preview of the extra details + o ya I learned how to add simple colors cuz it was getting difficult to see all the different lil light gray pieces on his head, but then I got carried away and did the whole body

#blender #sculpting #progress #d4 #rogue #the colors are nice #makes him look a little less like a mannequin #but def makes it more obvious when i forget to unhide his eyeballs

[libertineangel]

Thought starting to take a miniscule amount of melatonin might help improve my severely fucked up sleep, I heard it can mess with your dreams at first and yeah they were more vivid but one of them was also literally just me reading Wikipedia for ages

Specifically reading about this nonexistent 80s industrial album with a convoluted history - I don't remember the name because it was in some kind of speculative reconstructed pre-Roman British Celtic, but it was a side project by a duo who came from other industrial bands (also non-existent, obscure yet well-regarded, one was called Tint), it only had a limited independent vinyl release (a double LP, about 80 minutes) but the few people who actually heard it hailed it as a masterpiece of British experimental industrial.

As its reputation grew the two musicians came under increasing popular pressure to reissue it, and at first they staunchly refused saying it was only ever meant to be a limited project, an artifact of the moment, but in I think like '96 they reunited to remaster it for a reissue (vinyl, CD & cassette), announcing alongside it that this definitely would be the last time they were touching it, they took the chance to improve the sound quality with a more modern mastering studio and it would be the definitive, final version.

Because music fans are never satisfied there were still constant cries for more, and about ten years later one of the two musicians caused massive internal and external controversy with a new project - they were entirely remixing and editing their own new interpretation of the album (called Hope, record sleeve was black with a navy stripe across it and the title embossed above it), taking inspiration from how industrial music changed and grew since recording, resulting in a groovier, less abrasive style, more Downward Spiral than Scatology. The other half of the duo completely disavowed it, saying that the concept ran completely counter to all their original intentions, it was such a betrayal of artistic integrity that they never wanted anything to do with that musician again and they were relinquishing their half of the rights to the album into the public domain so nobody would ever ask them about it again.

Naturally this opened the door to even more reinterpretations of it, most significantly a very highly-anticipated remix & remaster project from a whole bunch of big names working together (JG Thirlwell and Trent Reznor are the only that spring to mind presently but there were like six or seven people), but this was apparently too far even for the musician who did the Hope remix, saying that nobody but the duo who made it could understand their intentions and anyone else reworking it, no matter how noteworthy they were, could do it justice or produce something worth listening to more than the '96 remaster or Hope.

Through the course of this dream I don't believe I ever actually heard the damn thing, just spent the entire time reading and researching which version was generally considered definitive, whether the '96 remaster was actually an improvement (I'd hoped so, the original vinyl release wasn't uploaded anywhere and copies sold for thousands) and if the two remixes were worth listening to.

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3052

today was really productive.

i woke up to my alarm this morning! and then i fell back asleep. and then i woke up again not too long after! and i took my meds because i'd brought them upstairs with me last night because i knew i wasn't gonna wanna get out of bed to go get them but i needed to take them still, so i kept them by my bed. which was a great idea.

and then after taking then i fell back asleep again for an hour.

when i woke up, it was about 11:30 and mom asked me for help decorating, which i was planning on doing anyway, so i got up and showered and made my way downstairs to help decorate. mom gave me a working time of 45 minutes so i could get to work on my paper, and in that hour we got stuff organized and put up and problems solved and i'm pretty happy with how things look, even though we're definitely missing a box of greenery. i have some lights to put up soon, so hopefully the snow we've gotten today melts. which i doubt it will very much, but tomorrows supposed to be in the mid 30s and it'll be in the 40s later this week, so it probably will. who knows.

anyway, i spent the day editing the 54-page group document for our capstone. as the 4th person exiting it, i was shocked to see how many problems were left. repeated words, improperly hyphenated words, and missing citations, along with poorly formatted end citations, which i fixed all of, some of which entirely. that was fun.

but i got it done in time for our 5pm class meeting before our presentation tomorrow, so that was good.

and then i volunteered to cover the small business section. so i gotta do that tomorrow. eh.

and after dinner, after i finished up doing some other things and looking at rings because mom saw that someone got engaged and i was like "i picked out the ones i want, wanna see?" so we looked at them for a while.

i also helped mom move some empty boxes out of the way so it's less cluttered around the house, and james took our cars one by one to fix them in some way, and i learned i'll need new brakes which shouldn't be terrible, and i'll need a new something else which i anticipate being more expensive. but the good news is that i have some money i can use to pay for things, so that's good. it was nice being able to pay for tires myself.

and then, after all that, it had started to snow, and i switched tasks to the discussion posts i had left to do for my capstone. i had my textbook open so i could understand what i was supposed to be looking at, which didn't end up helping so much as google searches and looking at what my classmates commented. so i got all of those remaining posts done, so the last thing to do for my capstone is that presentation tomorrow. and then it's done. and all i'll have left is the few pieces that go to my paper for my other class. and then i'll be done. i'm so excited.

in the meantime, i've been so busy i haven't texted joel in a couple days, but i have thought about him. mostly in passing, though, like "joel would enjoy this," or "this reminds me of joel," and most frequently "i miss my joel :c" but i haven't reached out besides the other day of asking "do you need anything." i assume he's okay. he would tell me if he weren't, if for no other reason than he'd need a ride somewhere or need someone to watch the dog for a bit. joel is funny, but i understand. how babies have object impermanence, i have people impermanence. if they're not there and i'm not constantly reminded of them, i forget they're there. so i understand not reaching out. it's just. people don't exist if they're not in my top messages on here, facebook, snapchat, over text, or on discord. womp womp.

oh well. i'm fine. just tired. time to sleep.

#molly rambles #operation srr #osrr #3000s #3050s #sunshine boy

[vilapollo]

secret lovers pt 2

pairing: Scaramouche x gn!reader

tags: sfw, drabble, fluff (brotherly interactions between Kaeya and Diluc bcos i need them), jealousy, alcohol, obsession, kidnapping, manipulation, not edited

note: i didn't expect this to be a little too long lmao i just had to write a little interaction between Diluc and Kaeya even though i intended this to be a bit shorter. hope you guys don't mind ;u; also, i finally gave in and created a twitter account! this time, it's strictly for those who are 18+. i'll post more of my art there, especially the nsfw ones. if you're also on arttwt, let's be mutuals @/vilapollo_ :D

You were in Sumeru when you received a letter from your dear brother, Diluc. The letter didn't contain anything else other than him telling you to come home. When you talked to Scaramouche about it, he wasn't pleased in the very least. Still, your words were somehow able to come across to him that he let you go home without an unresolved argument between the two of you.

It took you a few weeks to arrive home. And as soon as you arrived, you were met with a sense of nostalgia, your chest brimming with happiness as soon as you were greeted at the gates of the city. You exchanged several greetings with some of the citizens. Briefly, you told them about what you have been doing in your travels. It was hard to excuse yourself from the conversations, but you soon finally arrived at Angel's Share.

"We're still closed," a gruff voice came from the counter of the tavern. You knew exactly who it belonged to.

"Maybe you can make an exception for me?" you asked as you approached the redhead.

His eyes lifted from cleaning up the bar and to you. You grinned at him, spreading your arms as you approached him. Diluc just stared at you, his frown never leaving his face. You dropped your arms to your sides and huffed.

"Wow, thanks for the warm welcome, big brother." You settled on one of the bar stools and rested your elbows on the counter. "One special drink please."

Diluc sighed and pulled away from the counter. He turned around without a word and began working on the drink he created which he named after you. His hands were quick and sure, knowing which bottles to grab and mix. A minute later, he turned and served you a single glass filled with purple liquid.

You took a sip then folded your hands together, looking directly at your brother. "Will Kaeya be here tonight?" you asked.

"Most likely," he replied as he continued cleaning the area. "You should go home and rest after that drink. You didn't have to trouble yourself visiting me at work."

You pouted. "How rude," you huffed. "Keep acting like that and Kaeya will now be my favorite brother."

Diluc scoffed. "Wait until you see Kaeya bring someone home every night," he said. "You'll come back to the mansion in less than one week."

"Well, it's not like I will be here for more than a week, Diluc," you chuckled as you took another sip from your drink. "I have things to take care of in Sumeru. I only came home because your letter seemed urgent. Speaking of which, why did you want me to return here?"

Diluc halted his movements, turning to look at you. "I just wanted you to visit us," he answered. "Why? What business do you have in Sumeru that you have to shorten your stay here?"

You smiled. "Well, I'm working on a research over there with a friend I met. I need to come back as soon as possible for us to be able to continue our research," you replied, rehearsing this line on your way back from Sumeru countless of times.

"Huh," was all Diluc said for a while.

Soon, you finished your drink and you hopped off of your seat. "Well, I'll meet you back at the mansion. Thanks for the drink, dear brother!"

You were about to leave the tavern when Diluc's words froze you in place. "That friend of yours....he doesn't happen to be a Harbinger, does he?" It took you by surprise that you weren't able to deny nor confirm it, but the silence was enough for Diluc to know the answer to that question.

"Diluc, what—"

"I told Elzer to clean up your room. It should be ready when you get home. Don't wait for me. I'll be here until the morning," he said.

You swallowed, knowing that tone of voice that Diluc used on you. He may not be in the mood to talk now, but you surely wouldn't be able to get away from him later on.

•

Your heart was racing against your chest up until the next morning. They knew what you do during your travels, but you never once mentioned that you were travelling with someone. Diluc had connections everywhere. If you told him that you were travelling with a friend, you were afraid that he would somehow find out that that 'friend' was a Harbinger.

But now, Diluc knew.

It wouldn't matter how he found out since he wouldn't talk about it for sure, but you couldn't help but wonder. How did words even travel from Sumeru to Mondstadt? You cursed the winds but immediately apologized under your breath. There was no use blaming how fast the word traveled. You cleared your head as much as you could and readied yourself for the inevitable.

Diluc was quiet while you two shared your breakfast. Despite the pit in your stomach, you were thankful for the taste of home that you were able to somehow eat properly. After breakfast, however, Diluc dismissed everyone from the dining room. You suddenly felt like throwing up everything you ate.

"So, what are you doing with a Fatui?" Diluc asked.

"Is this why you wanted me to come home?" you asked.

Diluc was calm, which was something you hadn't expected. Well, you've never really seen him truly mad towards you. A small part of you thought that it might be because you were the only person he has left aside from Kaeya.

"I was worried," Diluc said.

You pursed your lower lip. You were thinking of a hundred lies to make up just to be able to get away from this and now hurt Diluc's feelings, but those words made your thoughts pause. "I'm sorry for worrying you," you replied. "I'm fine, though, okay? You know me."

"You're smart, that I know. That's why I had no doubts when I allowed you to go off on your own. I knew you could handle yourself. However, when I learned that you were with a Harbinger, I was scared that you were being used or worse, manipulated."

You reached out your hand and placed it on Diluc's arm. "Hey, do you remember who my big brother is?" you asked, smiling at him. "A Fatui would never dare harm a single hair on my body if they wanted what's best for them."

He sighed and closed his eyes. "Indeed. However, I will not be taking any chances." He opened his eyes again. A chill ran down your spine at the hard look on his face. "That's why you will not be returning to Sumeru."

"What?!" You shot out of your chair, eyes wide as you frantically searched his eyes for any indication that he was bluffing. "No," you muttered under your breath. "Diluc, you can't do this!"

"I can and I must." He rose out of his chair.

"You aren't even going to ask me about that Fatui I'm with?!"

"The Balladeer," Diluc said, coldly. "He's dangerous. I don't know what he did to you, but I will make sure to take you out of that stupor he put you in. Now, get yourself ready. Kaeya will be coming to get you in an hour."

•

"There seems to be nothing wrong with her," Albedo said as he stepped away from you.

"There is nothing wrong with me," you grumbled.

Kaeya sighed, crossing his arms. "Are you sure she's okay?"

"Unless they made a potion that is unable to detect," Albedo replied. "I highly doubt that is possible."

Kaeya nodded. "Alright," he said. "I'll talk to you later. Thank you, Albedo."

The alchemist nodded. "I'll just come back for my equipment later, then." With that, he left Kaeya's office, leaving the two of you alone.

"When Diluc called me, I was extremely worried." Kaeya sat on the couch beside you.

"I'm sorry," you murmured. You can't help but feel angry, but guilty at the same time. You admit that Scaramouche doesn't really have any good traits for you to defend him. He was good with manipulating people. He doesn't have any ounce of respect for other people. He thought too highly of himself. However, that man treats you as if you were almost worth an archon's power. He's struggling to show that through his emotions, but you understood his intentions behind those lavish gifts.

Still, everyone wouldn't understand and you knew that. They have every good reason to doubt Scaramouche's intentions towards you.

"When we both learned about this, I had to do everything in my power to stop Diluc from heading to Sumeru himself," Kaeya said. "I told him to trust you that you knew what you were doing. And you coming back here indicates just that. So, what were you doing with a dangerous Harbinger in Sumeru?"

You swallowed before looking Kaeya straight into his eye. "He's...just a friend," you replied. "I met him in Sumeru. He became interested in my research, so he decided to help me."

"And why would he help you?"

"I don't know." You shrugged, the lies spilling from your tongue easily. "He told me he was just bored. I was...skeptical at first, but he didn't do anything that indicates he's using me for whatever he's doing with the Fatui. And I would know if he's using me, Kaeya. I've already travelled to several places. I was well taken care of when I was younger but that doesn't mean I know nothing of the outside world."

Kaeya placed a hand on your head and smiled. "I know that. Diluc knows that as well. And we're both proud of the person you've become." He then tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. "But we're family. We're bound to worry and act upon it if you're in possible danger."

"But he can't just make me stay here in Mondstadt," you replied. "This research is important for me. I can't just abandon it."

He sighed. "I'll do my best to talk to Diluc. For now, we do as he says. I think it's for the best as well."

•

A week has passed. You promised Scaramouche that you will be leaving Mondstadt right away, but with both Diluc and Kaeya agreeing that you stay, you really couldn't do anything but obey. So you sent him a letter to Sumeru.

Despite the uncertainty if you'll ever be able to see Scaramouche any time soon, you can't help but be thankful. This thing somehow brought Diluc and Kaeya together. Kaeya often visits the mansion and the three of you just bonded as siblings which was something you've never seen in years. You loved hearing the banters between Kaeya and DIluc. One of them feeling offended if you sided with the other.

You never wanted it to end, but a part of you felt that there was something coming. You were afraid to find out whatever that was, so you decided to distract yourself from your thoughts whenever your brothers were working. You walked around Mondstadt and just tried to relive the times before you started travelling. You avoided the Fatui as much as possible. You don't know if they knew about your relationship with the sixth Harbinger, but you didn't want to take your chances. That's why you found yourself always walking alongside Huffman during his patrols.

"Are you sure I'm not bothering you?" you had asked one time when you realized this.

The man had laughed. "No, not at all. Mondstadt is usually peaceful so the patrol get's boring at times. It's nice to have company."

And since Mondstadt was small, words travelled fast. Soon enough, everyone seemed to be asking whether you would be staying in Mondstadt for good. Mondstadt was home, but you couldn't see yourself staying there for the rest of your life. You told them just that and most of the time they would ask how Huffman would feel.

"Huffman?" you would ask. "Well, we'll still be friends, of course."

They would give you a look as if they knew something you don't, but you didn't mind it that much.

However, even Kaeya started asking about it.

You were in the tavern, drinking with Kaeya, Venti, and Rosaria, when he brought it up.

"So, I heard you've been hanging out with a certain someone, eh?" Kaeya grinned, leaning towards you.

You raised an eyebrow, trying to search your memory with your drunken mind. "Who?" you finally asked.

"Oh, come on," Venti laughed. "I know you know. The wind is filled with love and I believe I know who are the source of it."

You gasped, grinning from ear to ear. "Ohhhh, who is it from?" you slurred.

"Oh, come on, my dear. There's no need to be shy with your big brother. You know I can help you with your romantic endeavors." Kaeya wrapped his arm around you and smirked down at you. "I know you've got your eye on a certain someone."

You blinked up at him, waiting for the realization to dawn on you. "Y-You know about him?!" you exclaimed, earning a few glances from the other patrons in the tavern.

"It's basically what everyone was talking about," Rosaria replied.

You gasped loudly. "What?!"

Kaeya laughed. "Oh, look at you, turning all red," he teased.

"That's definitely the alcohol," Rosaria scoffed.

"No, no! They're definitely shy," Venti argued. "Ah, it makes me want to play a tune for this newfound love."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "You're not angry?" you asked Kaeya.

"Of course not! If anything, I'm actually quite happy for you. You truly are growing so fast." He sighed as he leaned against you, wrapping his arms around you. "The next thing I know, I'm already walking you down the aisle to the man that you love."

You smiled, warmth filling your chest.

"Sooo, what did you like about him, hm?" Venti asked, already strumming a tune on his harp.

The music somehow urged your fuzzy mind to ramble. "Well, first of all, he's cute. Oh, but he doesn't like it when I call him that so," you placed a finger on your lips, "shhhh." You giggled to yourself. "I also like it whenever he gives me those small touches once in a while. It may not seem like it but he's actually shy when it comes to those stuff. It makes my heart flutter every time he tries to step out of his comfort zone and does things for me."

"Aw, look at you so in love," Kaeya cooed.

"Do you think DIluc will like him?" you asked, eyes getting a little heavy.

"Of course, he would. If he didn't, you know big brother Kaeya always has your back."

You smiled to yourself. "Hm, I hope he likes him," you muttered to yourself as you let the alcohol sweep you off to sleep.

•

Out of all the ways you predicted how things would play out, you certainly didn't expect this. Scaramouche was in Mondstadt in the Goth Grand Hotel. As expected, this worried Diluc even more. It was a good thing that Kaeya reassured him and said that he would assign Huffman to guard you at all times whenever you were in the city.

You purposefully visited the Favonius headquarters just to be able to see whether you would come across Scaramouche, but you never did. He wasn't going outside and you couldn't exactly just walk in and ask to see him.

"There's something in your mind," Huffman noted.

You lifted your head and looked at him. "Huh?"

He chuckled. "Are you worried about the Harbinger in the city?" he asked. "You know you don't have to worry about it. I heard he spoke to Master Jean the other day and it seems that he was just checking to see if any of the goods from Snezhnaya were safely delivered here in Mondstadt."

"H-He spoke to Jean?" You couldn't help but wonder what Scaramouche's plan was. Jean was smart so you knew that she knew the Harbinger must have other plans than just 'delivering goods'. You couldn't help but think Scaramouche was being reckless because he had no business being in Mondstadt other than you for sure.

With Huffman being with you the whole day, you can't find a time to slip away and head to the hotel. That's why you decided to go there when most of Mondstadt is already asleep. It was easy sneaking out of the house and walking around Mondstadt undetected. Finally, you reached the hotel but you were stopped by a guard.

"I'm here to see Lord Scaramouche," you said as you lowered your mask. You don't know if they knew of your relationship with Scaramouche but, thankfully, he let you in without a second thought.

Inside, you were escorted into where Scaramouche was staying. He was definitely waiting for you to come to him. After all, he can't actually approach you with Diluc and the knights around you all the time. You couldn't even imagine the mess that would turn out to be.

"Let them in," you heard Scaramouche say from the other side of the door. The person who approached you opened the door for you and ushered you in before closing the door behind you.

"Scara," you breathed as soon as you saw him.

"Took you a while." He was standing by the window, arms crossed over his chest. When he turned to you, his expression wasn't what you expected. "It seems you were too busy with a certain lover boy."

You lowered your hood and met his glare. "You mean Huffman?" you asked.

"I heard you two seem to be very well-acquainted during your whole stay here. Guess you finally found someone to introduce to your dear brothers, hm?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Please don't tell me you're jealous, Scaramouche," you chuckled.

"I'm never jealous, love. I just don't appreciate someone else touching what's mine," he replied.

"Yeah, right." You rolled your eyes and approached him. You looked out the window, noticing the path you always walked on during the day below. "My brothers panicked when you arrived. They had Huffman escort me around so it was hard to meet you."

"That's not what I heard from the rumors."

You looked at him, smirking. "You are jealous, Scaramouche. You didn't care about the rumors surrounding you."

"Because those rumors were true."

He had a point.

"Well...that doesn't mean the rumors you heard, whatever that is, is true. What were those rumors specifically anyway?"

Scaramouche stared at you for a while before huffing and turning away from you. "It doesn't matter."

"Really?" you asked, chuckling as you followed him to the couch by the fireplace. "That doesn't seem to be the case just now."

"It's not important. What's important is when your brothers are going to let you go. I can't stay here in Mondstadt for long," he said.

You huffed at the way he switched the topic. Embarrassing Scaramouche wasn’t a normal occurrence so you tend to indulge yourself for a while whenever it happens. “Well, like I said earlier, my brothers panicked when they learned that you were here. I doubt they’d be letting me go any time soon.”

He clicked his tongue. “You know you don’t need their permission, right? You have a mind of your own. And since you’re here now,” he stood and reached his hand out to you, “let’s return to Sumeru, away from your brothers, away from Mondstadt.”

You looked down at his hand before looking up at him. “What do you mean?” you asked.

“If your brothers reacted this way just from you being seen with me, what more if they knew of our relationship?” He leaned down and placed both of his hands on either side of your head, trapping you on the couch. He locked his gaze on you, locks of his hair framing his face. “You wouldn’t want to find that out, would you?”

You swallowed. “This is unfair, Scaramouche,” you whispered.

“Unfair?” he asked. “How so? I’m just giving you an option to run away. If anyone’s being unfair here, it would be your brothers, isn’t it? You’re the only one they have left, so of course they would be selfish and keep you to themselves.”

“They’re just protecting me, Scara.”

“Oh? So, they don’t think you could handle yourself out there then?” he asked.

You gritted your teeth and pushed Scaramouche. You stood and faced him, glaring at him. “You wouldn’t have met me if they thought that way, Scaramouche,” you said.

“Then, how did Diluc find out that you were with me in Sumeru, hm? Don’t forget that your brother has connections, my love. You know what that means, right?”

You shoved a finger in his chest. “You don’t know my brothers like I do, Scaramouche. I know what you’re doing. Don’t you dare treat me like I’m your enemy. Don’t you dare manipulate me into getting what you want. The way I see it, you’re the one who doesn’t have any ounce of trust in me. You went here to Mondstadt in the guise of delivering products?” You laughed, mockingly. “You’re here to get me because you didn’t think I could handle my brothers.”

He snatched your wrist, making you gasp. His eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at you. Despite his stature, the way he looked at you made you feel as if you were smaller than him. It has been a long time since you’ve seen that look on his face. “I’m here to help you, love. You think I don’t know what’s happening here? I know you can handle your brothers. If I couldn’t make you stay away from me before, what exactly can your brothers do to that stubborn mind of yours, hm? Nothing. But the thing is, they’re becoming closer. They’re starting to mend their relationship and our relationship is the reason for that.”

His breath fanned over your face. Your eyes widened as you saw tears building in the corner of his eyes. He whispered your name as he pulled you to him and wrapped his arms around you. You were speechless because everything he said just now was right. Seeing Diluc and Kaeya becoming closer was the reason you couldn’t just leave. It’s been years and you wanted to relish in the feeling of having a complete family once again.

“I’m never letting you go,” he whispered as he snaked his arms around your waist.

“But this isn’t the way things should go, Scaramouche. I’m sure we can find a way.”

He was quiet as he tightened his arms around you, burying his face into your neck. “We both know there isn’t a way for one relationship to stay without breaking the other.”

You sighed heavily and closed your eyes, taking in his scent. When you opened your eyes, your gaze landed on the mirror that reflected the two of you. You would think that the scene before you was something worth engraving in your mind.

That was until Scaramouche raised his hand with a syringe in his hand.

•

You were feeling groggy when you woke up. Your vision was blurry and your head felt as if it was about to burst any second now. A painful groan escaped your lips as you turned to your side.

“Oh, love, you’re awake.” A hand was placed in your head. You leaned into the touch and there was a small chuckle which sounded awfully familiar. “Here, get up, and drink some water.”

You were gently pulled into a sitting position. A rim of a glass was pressed against your parted lips and you gulped down quite an amount of water. The voice let out a pleased hum. They turned your head and pressed a chaste kiss against your lips.

You sighed against the kiss and leaned forward. “Scara,” you murmured.

Your vision finally cleared and you looked up at him. He smiled down at you and you wondered if you were dreaming because the Scaramouche you knew would never show any emotion that he deemed soft or weak. You reached for his face and caressed his cheek. If this was a dream, you wanted to relish in it. However, as you attempted to get up and embrace him, something cold around your ankle made you stay in place.

Confusion contorted your expression so you turned and looked down at your ankles. Suddenly, it was as if warmth left the room despite the clear sunlight coming in through the windows.

“Oh, sorry about that,” Scaramouche chuckled as he got up. “Just making sure to take extra precautions.”

“Scaramouche….what’s this?” you asked as you tugged on the chain around your left ankle. You then looked around and the nature of the room didn’t indicate that you were back in the Goth Grand Hotel or in Mondstadt. “Where am I?”

“Your new home.” He stood at the foot of the bed you were in, arms behind him. “What do you think?”

It was getting harder to breathe, but you tried to keep yourself calm as much as possible. You searched your mind for whatever happened before this. It was fuzzy but the image of Scaramouche injecting you with an unknown liquid suddenly came to mind. “No,” you gasped. “What did you do?” You crawled out of bed, grabbing Scaramouche’s collar. “Where did you take me?!”

He took your hands gently and rubbed your skin as if to soothe you. Your name fell from his lips that would’ve turned you into a small puddle if it weren’t for the current situation that you were in. “I meant it when I told you that I would never let you go; that I would do everything in my power to do so.” As your fingers weakened, he took your hand to his face. The smile from earlier never left his face, but looking at it now made your skin crawl. “I promised you that I wouldn’t let anyone stand in our way. And that includes you, my love.”

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[queerwolfsstuff]

Tips from a Creative Writing grad student: Concrit on Fanworks.

So you want to leave critical feedback on that fanwork? You're under the impression that because it is posted for free on the Internet, that gives you the right to throw your opinion out there?

Alright, say I buy that. Say we look at Archive of our Own as a big ol' open workshop. Something writers use, by the way, as they're writing/editing their manuscript (the workshop not AO3 lol). For fan authors, this usually comes in the form of the fierce, powerful beta.

Here's some tips on how to give constructive criticism from someone who is literally a term away from having their Master of Fine Arts in creative writing.

First: authors who are wanting/needing feedback will seek it out, usually by participating in workshops or enlisting others to read and give said feedback.

None of which happens in already posted fanfic world unless the author otherwise specifies in their notes. But like I said, let's pretend it's a big open workshop and it is your job to help your fellow writer improve.

So now it's time to leave that feedback! So, in every single one of my classes in which we had to provide and receive feedback on original flash fiction, or pieces of our thesis, the number one rule? Be kind!

Yes, you are absolutely allowed to voice your opinions on parts that rubbed you wrong! But there are ways to frame it without insulting the author or the work. And if you have an issue with a line, or a scene, or a character, what that criticism MUST be accompanied by is constructive actionable feedback.

That means, if you're going to tell the author what is wrong with their work, you must absolutely recommend ways to fix it. You don't get to just say, "this doesn't make sense." Nope. You have to delve deeper, why is it confusing? And what could the writer do to clarify things? A little more descriptive narrative? Changing the dialogue? What?

If it bothers you enough to voice it, then clearly you know a better way to convey it and must share that information, otherwise you're literally just filing a formal complaint.

Most concritters would get an F in my classes.

Next: for every negative comment, there must be a positive one. "I didn't like X, but I loved Y." Most of the time, the unwelcome concritters will claim to have liked the work, but rarely do you see any commentary on the bits they did like.

Anyway, my personal rule of thumb is the Oreo method, two compliments for every critique.

At the end of the day though, if the author isn't asking for said constructive criticism, it is not your job to provide it. Trust me when I say, every piece of fiction goes through some sort of workshopping process, whether asking a friend/partner/family member to look it over, or dutiful betas. The fact of the matter is, through the writing and editing process, everything is looked at under a microscope and do things get missed? Absolutely! But by the time the piece is published, or in this case, posted to AO3, it is done. Finished.

Now any commentary given is either a good or a bad review. So if you have nothing nice to say about that fanfiction you just read, you aren't providing concrit or feedback, you're leaving a bad review.

Because the thing is, the story is finished. You aren't capable of providing constructive feedback because it's no longer in the editing or writing phase. It is done. I mean, Neil Gaiman isn't rewriting Coraline because someone who read the published book had issue with buttons for eyes: "How do you see?!! Explain the biology here!"

And that fanfiction author you accosted is not going to rewrite what they just put love, sweat, and free time into.

But just for fun, let's give you an idea of how much time writing and posting fanfiction can take:

I wrote a 1900 word short fix it fic for OFMD the other day. Less than 2k, and you know how long it took me? Writing it took 3 hours, editing it took an additional 30 minutes, double checking lines by rewatching certain scenes took another 30 or so minutes, and then setting it up to post on AO3 and share on SM took another 40 or so minutes. Almost 5 hours for a less than 2k fic. Imagine how much longer it takes for a fic that is 40k? 60k? 100k+??

So, what's my advice, if you're just dying to leave concrit on someone's fanwork?

Don't. Got nothing nice to say? Then move along. Your commentary doesn't make an author better, writing does. And we are much less inclined to write if all we get is negativity and "constructive" criticism.

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