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mr2swap · 29 days

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The great shift: Swap Sindrome 1

In a dimly lit room, I was masturbating with my fingertips in front of a pale white monitor. As I watched the images of boys around the age of high school students lined up on the screen, I fantasized about taking off their clothes and touching their naked bodies.

-ahh, ahh… ahh-

I closed my eyes as I fantasized about the scenes that were still etched in my memory, the memories of my body and my Gymbros in the locker room flooded my mind, At this moment there was nothing erotic about looking at my best friends or touching their oily and muscles to feel The Progress we had made in the gym, but now it was different, I was different.

I continued looking at the photographs that were shown on the Instagram profiles of my former friends, while the desperation and excitement with which I moved My small cock increased more and more.

I kept changing the photos until a photograph of my old body was displayed on the entire screen. I enlarged the photograph just so I could rotate the most erotic parts of my old body. I focused my gaze on the armpits that still had a couple of drops of stinky and sticky sweat running down towards my abdomen.

-FUUUCK! What I wouldn't give to smell those musky holes again-

The shameful and perverted words that came out of my mouth really embarrassed me, but right now I had no control over myself the only thing I wanted was to fantasize about my old hairy armpits, lick his hard biceps and play with his grazed nipples, The memory of the last time I could smell a sweaty t-shirt from my original body made me ejaculate violently, the semen spread across the keyboard of the old computer that was in front of me.

At that moment my head cleared, from one moment to the next the animal instincts that dominated me a few seconds ago immediately disappeared... and then only remorse.

I took a piece of paper that was within my reach and began to clean up the mess that I had caused myself. When I finished cleaning my little cock, I threw the ball of paper into the trash can that was saturated with balls identical to that one in a yellowish color. And they left a disgusting smell in my room.

I stood up, pulled up my pants and slowly walked towards the kitchen, avoiding looking at my fat old face on the relevant surfaces that were in my messy apartment. After doing this, I feel disgusting, but no matter how hard I try to stop thinking about my old life and in my old body.

-The swap syndrome…-

I said quietly trying to justify my depraved obsession with my old life, I had all the symptoms I had read on the internet:

“ Swap syndrome is a disorder characterized by a persistent and overwhelming obsession with a person's past life after experiencing a body swap with another. This syndrome manifests itself when two individuals involuntarily exchange their bodies thanks to the event known as “The great shift.”

People affected by SS experience intense longing and nostalgia for their previous life. They feel a deep disconnection from their new body and struggle to adapt to their new physical identity. Meanwhile, they constantly long to return to their old lives, including their relationships, daily routines, and everyday activities.

Symptoms of SS may include episodes of obsessional love, masturbation, anxiety, depression, and dissociation, as well as a decrease in social and occupational functioning. Affected people may manifest compulsive behaviors related to the search for ways to reverse the body exchange and recover their previous life.“

I've been trapped in the body of this overweight middle-aged man named Hiroshi for two years, and one day I just woke up in a room full of trash and on the other side of the world. It had been a few hours since all this had started So it was easy I searched what was happening on the internet I tried to contact my parents, but none of them responded to me even now I haven't seen my parents after so long, maybe they have They've gotten better bodies and now they're having fun. Or maybe they're in one of the many prisons trapped in the body of some convict, I don't know...

At least they can put me in contact with the Old Hiroshi who was now on the beach in Miami enjoying that new teenage body. At first, we wrote to each other every day, trying to go unnoticed among all the chaos of the world. I had to eat. So I decided. Not to tell anyone that he was actually a 16-year-old American teenager instead of a Japanese man my father's age.

The real Hiroshi helped me adjust to my new life, while I naively believed that this was something that would be resolved in a couple of days. But over time I got used to my new job in a restaurant as a dishwasher, I didn't understand the language very well. , but he didn't need it, the real Hiroshi was a quiet and submissive guy, Very different from what the real Hiroshi is like in his new life, as a popular teenager. That he spends his afternoons tanning on the beach and flirting with beautiful girls.

I used to talk to the real Hiroshi every day, but over time he took longer to respond to the messages, then to look at them and just not respond and over time he started ignoring my calls, now the only thing I know is because of the photographs I uploads to Instagram and social networks of my former friends, I didn't dare tell them the truth, that their former friend was now trapped in the body of a 45 year old obese loser…

I've been saving everything I can to be able to travel back to America and reunite with my old life. Although the salary as a dishwasher is shit, it's better than nothing, but once I'm in front of my old body I don't know if I can control myself... look down and a tiny bulge formed again in my pants from just being in front of my old body.

-Shit….-

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homochadensistm · 4 months

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How much do you get paid for hasbara and how do i get in on it. Does someone reach out or is there somewhere i can sign up to get on payroll too? Im really good at internet arguments and lying believably. I do it for fun already and would love to make a career of it. I cant in good consciousness urge jews out of the diaspora and into the desert bc it feels like continued annexation but ill totally spread israeli medias and pretend like i dont know how to recognize ethnic cleansing. I also love labelling everyone who disagrees with me a jew hater bc there is no way for them to argue with that one! Except when i call jews that it can be pretty embarrazzing for me but whatever then we just calls them self hating. PLEASE PUT ME ON THE PAYROLL I WILL BE A VALIANT KEYBOARD WARRIOR AND I ALREADY DONT HAVE FRIENDS TO LOSE OR SELF RESPECT OR HOPE FOR A FUTURE. PLEASE HOW DO I GET PAID FOR HASBARA

Like 50 million dollars a month bestie but there's an initiation ceremony where you have to drink the blood of 200 palestinian children snatches off the streets of Gaza (you have to do the snatching of course) and ngl its nothing like the blood of Christian babies and netanyahu himself has to knight you with an M16 it's all a big deal. I'd put in a good word for you but for that I need a recommendation letter from your parents and it doesn't seem to me like you're still in contact with them but no worries, I'm sure a stunning and brave Islamist out there can fuck your mom and give them a child they're actually proud of <3

#israel #palestine #you MUST be a paid state agent to say anything against blatant lies and misinformation about israel #just aint no other way around it!

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enhastolemyheart · 5 months

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BROKEN — P. SH

pairing sunghoon x reader

genre angst, unrequited love (?)

synopsis who knew that you would be too late when it came to confessing to your childhood crush?

warnings crying, overthinking, proofread but lmk if any mistakes

word count 1.2k

networks @k-films @/hyfenet

note HI! I'm back with a fic!! I wanted to write something out real quick and was feeling like angsty saur this is the result!! Hope you guys like it :)

Why can’t I just say how I feel? Why can't I just let Sunghoon know?

It shouldn’t be hard. It should be natural. The most natural thing on earth. Everyone does it, right? Everyone’s always done it. It’s nothing. Just one small step. A few words. A few taps of a keyboard, even.

I reach for my phone. I’m gonna do it. I could call you, or… no. I’ll text. It’s less stressful that way, for me and for you. It lets us make sure we say precisely what we mean. Less chance for misunderstandings.

I open up my messages and scroll to your name. It’s not hard to find. I could pick your face out of a crowd anywhere. Opening the conversation, I start to type.

Hey Sunghoon, I was just wondering, would you maybe-

No.

That’s not good. It’s too weak. Too apprehensive. You’d smell the fear through the screen. I need to project confidence. I try again.

Hey, do you want to go to dinner with me sometime?

I ponder this for a while, eventually shaking my head. It’s too abrupt and unclear. You might not realise that I mean as a date. You might think I’m talking about a casual platonic meetup. That’s not a mistake I want to make. I want you to know what I’m asking. I want to know what your answer means. Sighing, I glance around my room, searching for inspiration. It’s a waste of time. Hundreds of books and movies, yet not a single one can give me the answers I need. In desperation, I turn to the world’s most treacherous source of advice. The internet.

Sure, there’s a lot of garbage on there, but if you slog past the cheesy pick-up lines and pseudo-psychology, there really are a few hidden gems. Not that I can find them. Almost everything I read is about dating in person. Standing up straight. Projecting confidence through physicality. Maybe even a bit of light contact, a hand on the arm, that sort of thing. Solid advice, but utterly useless to me since, you know, you’re halfway across the country right now. Still, slowly but surely, I cobble something together that sounds more or less decent.

Hey, I know you were back in town recently. How about Friday we go for dinner at that pizza place you like, then afterwards take a walk through the park? They’ve revamped the gardens, and I think you’d love them.

Dinner and a romantic, moonlit walk. That sounds like a date, I suppose. I’ve managed to make my intentions clear. Plus, I sound confident. No umming and ahhing, no self-defeatism. The best thing of all is it gives you an easy out. If you’re not interested, you can say you’re busy that night. If you genuinely are busy, you can suggest another time. It’s not like the park is going anywhere.

The message is perfect. I’ve done it.

I’m ready.

Now, there’s only one thing left to do.

It’s just a shame it’s the hardest thing of all. My finger hovers over the send button, unable to take that final step. I keep telling myself to just press it and get this whole thing over with. But that annoying little voice in my head keeps arguing. What if they say no? What if they decide they hate me? What if they don’t want to talk to me anymore? It’s times like this that I wish I drink. A little bit of liquid courage is exactly what I need right now. That’d shut the damn voice up. But I don’t take a drink. Instead, I do the stupidest thing possible. I give myself time to think. Yeah. I’m an idiot.

Before long, that little voice is running rampant. What am I doing? This is stupid. So, so stupid. Sure, I want more from our relationship. But what if you don’t? What if, by doing this, I ruin our friendship? I don’t want to lose you. I tell myself again and again that I’m overthinking. That you aren’t like that. That it would take more than a bit of awkwardness to drive a wedge between us. But I’m not convinced.

Sure, maybe we’d be fine for now. But what if you find someone else? Will they be okay with us being friends, knowing how I feel about you? I’m not so sure. Besides, I know that you’re not exactly looking for a relationship right now. Truth be told, it’s probably not the best time for me either. But that shouldn’t matter, not really. If two people are right for each other, they can overcome anything, can’t they? The timing might not be ideal, but we can get past it.

Then again- I almost scream in frustration. I can’t do this anymore. Picking up my phone, I delete the message, deciding to wait until you’re back and tell you how I feel face to face. It’ll be better that way. I can put all that advice to use and win you over with my charming smile.

I’m lying to myself, of course.

I know the odds are good that I’ll still find a way to bottle it. I’ll still talk myself down. But maybe, just maybe, I won’t. Maybe I’ll find a way to beat that annoying little voice. Do you know what the worst thing is? You probably think I won’t say anything because you don’t mean enough to me. That my fear of rejection is stronger than my feelings for you. You couldn’t be more wrong. In a weird, paradoxical way, the strength of my feelings for you are what stops me from saying anything. You’re amazing. The most perfect human being I’ve ever met. Every time I see your smile, my heart soars like an eagle. And when I hear your laugh, dimple on display, my body glows with happiness. Even when I’m just listening to you vent about your troubles, I feel like I’m hearing a classic tale equal to anything Shakespeare, Austen, Hemingway ever created.

Because you’ve nailed the most important part of storytelling. You’ve made me care about the protagonist. You’ve made me care about you. And I couldn’t bear it if I did something stupid enough to drive you from my life.

The next couple of weeks pass in a blur. I throw myself into school work, glad of the distraction. In the brief moments I let myself think of you, I begin to convince myself that I really will tell you how I feel. That by not saying anything, I could be robbing us of so much time together. By the week before you’re due back, I’m certain. The next time I see you, I’m asking you out.

My muscles finally relaxing, I slump back into a chair. I’ve spent a long day at my desk and am ready to unwind. Turning on the TV, I grab my phone and begin mindlessly scrolling through social media to catch up with what my friends have been doing. I see some pictures of you celebrating a friends' birthday. I smile. You’re happy, and that makes me happy.

But then I swipe to the last picture and see you wrapped up in somebody else’s arms, your rosy lips pressed against theirs.

Fuck.

My head spins. My chest tightens. I feel like I’m about to pass out.

Putting down my phone, I put my head in my hands and start to cry. Why didn’t I tell you how I feel? Why didn’t I atleast try to see if you felt the same way? Why do I have to be so damn broken?

a/n: tysm for reading!! Hope y'all liked it

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sungbeam · 4 months

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BIRD HUNT — teaser

nonidol!choi line x f!reader

gotham city is a gutter running rampant with the ill, corrupt, and the insane. at times, justice and vengeance must be served by one's own hand... no matter the lengths one must go to do so.

▷ genre, teaser warnings. bat family au, vigilantes au, murder mystery au, action, suspense, humor, swearing, mentions of dead bodies, murder, grief, corruption

▷ taglist. open

▷ first ep drop. feb 2nd?, pst (or earlier if i somehow get more writing done)

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TEASER BELOW THE CUT (APPROX. 800 WORDS)

"How do you know Ln Yn?"

Beomgyu whirled around just as Soobin settled into the desk chair, waiting. Beomgyu made a scoffing noise, eyebrows flying up to his shaggy bangs. "Where did that come from?"

Soobin shrugged. "You tell me." He slurped up a bit more milk from his cereal before adding, "You're the one who reacted like that in front of everyone when she said she was grieving her mother's death. You sounded shocked that she died."

"Well yeah, wouldn't you be shocked to hear someone else died within the past three days?"

"Stop trying to bullshit him, Gyu."

Both the brothers looked up at the voice who had just entered the underground space. Yeonjun strolled into the main area in a white tank top and sweats, hair sticking up in different places. He stretched his arms above his head and yawned loud and wide.

Soobin cocked a brow at him. "Nice of you to finally join us, hyung. How'd the 'date' go?"

"Great," Yeonjun quipped. "We're going on a second one soon. I think Felix almost sent me off with a kiss goodnight." He slumped onto the edge of the desk, eyes lazily taking in the images and information displayed on the many monitor screens. "This is our stiff, huh?"

Soobin sent him a look that distinctly read 'No, we're just looking at dead bodies for fun.'

"Yeah," Beomgyu replied. "The note the killer left is so familiar to me though. Have you seen it before?" He knocked his knuckles against the monitor with the note.

Yeonjun's eyes narrowed on the screen, before he leaned back with that bored look renewed on his face. "You're both idiots. It's from that one killing a couple weeks ago."

Beomgyu and Soobin traded looks. "What?"

Their eldest brother leaned down to reach the lowest drawer at the desk. From its depths, he fished out a large bag of chips and grabbed a handful to stuff his face with. "Y'know," he garbled and gestured vaguely with his crumb-dusted fingers. "Beomgyu, you know! You were there with me. It was that one lawyer guy who was found dead in his car beneath the bridge. That same note was taped to his windshield."

"Oh yeah," Beomgyu drawled, while Soobin shook his head with a sigh. The former then knocked his foot against the latter's shin. "Aye! You didn't even know it."

"Yeah, because I wasn't on that case," Soobin fired back. He finished off the rest of his bowl of cereal and set the empty ceramic in his lap before crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes, like his brothers', were lined beneath with heavy eye bags. Someone was supposed to be on patrol around the city right now, but neither of the three brothers were in any rush to get up. "So it's just one person going after these people then."

Yeonjun chewed his bottom lip. "Then we just gotta find the connection."

"Was the lawyer guy from a couple weeks ago Lee Sungjae's attorney?" Soobin asked.

Beomgyu grabbed a hold of the wireless keyboard on the desk and braced it upon his thighs. He pulled up an internet browser and typed in their inquiry. All three brothers made noises of disgruntlement; if the lawyer hadn't been Sungjae's attorney, then how were they connected? It was no secret that 99.9 percent of the population here in Gotham had some sort of shadow looming over their shoulder. It was almost impossible to get anywhere without the help of a corrupt figure, whether that be a mob boss like the Penguin or a loan shark with special strategies to get someone to pay up.

Either way, there would be lots of digging required.

"Let's start with Lee Sungjae and the lawyer's records,'' Soobin decided as he sat up in the chair. "We'll sort through phone records, acquire security footage of their movements, their texts, etcetera."

"I call none of those," Yeonjun said. When his younger brothers scowled at him, he raised both hands in feigned surrender with a giggle. "Fine, fine. You're both lookin' at me like I murdered your favorite puppy."

They remained silent.

"What, too soon?"

The basement headquarters suddenly erupted in a dull siren sound, and Beomgyu was swift to pull up a set of footage on one of the monitors. It displayed a section of the sky, a white spotlight circle cast against a massive, dark gray cumulus cloud with a distinct bat shape in the center—their call to action.

All three men were on their feet in an instant—keyboard and cereal bowl abandoned on the table, capes and utility belts clicked into place.

"Meet you losers there!" Yeonjun hollered as the cave filled with the revving roar of his motorcycle engine like a clap of thunder.

Soobin and Beomgyu hurried over to their respective cycles. "Hey, we're not done talking about Yn!" Soobin called to his younger brother.

Beomgyu flashed him a thin smile. "That's what you think!" And he sped away down the runway.

Soobin chuckled to himself, grinning. Then he revved his engine and launched himself after his brothers.

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wilted3sunflowers · 7 months

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just to say upfront You not have any right to repost my art at all, you got here through your own course of actions and only now you want to suggest possibly 'I.d.'ing them yourself?

Multiple people block you and you keep harassing them, literally having an account called blockdodger22, @'ing people and you think that's okay? You do not know how to have any etiquette online, much less talking to people in a clear concise way and then getting pissy with them for not bending over backwards for you. You have no concept of being respectful. You are behaving as an obsessive, stalking, creep. Flat out. How are you online and do not take a block and leave. It is as simple as that.

You did not even start out our first 'exchange' with a clear message and goal.

You kept commenting under peoples posts just at random, especially after just freshly following them. Saying "Image description?" and myself included didn't understand what you're even asking about. Under multiple posts you asked me that and I didn't even know what was wrong with my description under my image until a friend told me you were asking for a description of the image itself not that you were questioning the actual description under my image. Another person even brought to my attention you flat out said to them on their own post "Image description?" "I should not have to ask more than once." paraphrasing as you even mistyped once then corrected your typo. So much time to just correct that and comment instead of just. doing what you command of people. What gives you the right to even demand any of that from anyone?

Which is not even a proper exchange, it's you barking orders at people like they're a bot and not someone to converse with. You put your time and energy into continuing this act not just towards sme but multiple other people online. Instead of just bringing it up to someone and leaving them with the choice to try to do it or not. You do not get to demand what people put on their posts or not. If it has been such an issue do not follow them. For me I want to post my artwork with the minimal words i can because I'm tired. I want to post and go. This is an art blog. I post my art and I go. I do not even have a far reaching "platform" like you're trying to insinuate. If i did, i would've been able to keep up my patreon with enough money to comfortably have. But I didn't and I had to close my patreon because i could not grow it and all my energy went into patreon rewards with very little income for me and couldn't actually find the time to create what I wanted.

You want to act like this is me hating accessibility but this is you wanting to come on, annoy people unprompted, numerous times to random people on the internet and being blatantly rude and demanding and backpedaling as if this is an actual care.

You are a rude and hypocritical individual coming up to bother people in the name of "accessibility" . You do not genuinely care.

People who actually cared would not go this obsessive, harassing, rude length. You spend more energy doing this than doing what you say you set that server out to do! In multiple times you wanted to 'contact me' you would post the same comment under over 10 posts with no clarity, I tell you i'm annoyed and with a broken keyboard with multiple people attesting because they're actually close enough to see me in discord servers and streams to see the broken keys you wanted to act as if you knew better. as if I'm the liar. you came onto my posts just to get snotty and bratty. So I of course block you. months pass, I get a new laptop, you use your blockdodger22 tumblr account and only THEN want to declare there's a discord server to 'help'.

"But I literally sent you a link to people who will do this for you. And I'm in that server too. I'm in there helping people who care about accessibility." If this is how you act to random people online, why would I ever want to come into a server with you? If this is how you behave? Why would anyone?

if you did care you would flat out be commenting on the image description you want to see typed out for yourself. As many people already DO on tumblr without any issue at all! you wouldn't have to do this fake song and dance.

I've had multiple people in the past of my works,- typically only Steven universe fanart itself which i do not make a ton of, only adopts, They will reblog with the image description. They don't even have to ask, they just do it. Why? Because thats what they want to do and what they care about. You want to say "Oh I'm only trying to help, I guess you don't care about accessibility." You did not want to help, you wanted to make a mountain out of a molehill to random people online who are not influencers or even big time corporations. You are not treating anyone I see you come into contact with any respect or politeness.

All you genuinely want is to either

1. feel better about yourself thinking you're doing good with something you're not putting the actual energy towards that you say is important to you. Like other people online, who do that thing and especially do it for artists unprompted because they want to SEE it being done and take the time for themselves.

2. to look for a fight using these people as a smokescreen because you keep obsessively trying to get people's attention on their posts and then act automatically like you're in the right despite being nasty and rude online.

If you cared so much you would be putting your money where your mouth is. You would be putting your energy into putting all these image descriptions on these images that you want without all this fluff. But you don't, why? I genuinely don't care for an answer from you. I want you to leave me and everyone else alone.

There's people behind these screens, you don't care, you only care if people do what you say at a moment's notice.

You want to say I don't care about people with disabilities for the fact I don't do one thing. One thing that only you have demanded of me in all my ten years on this blog.

You're acting as if I'm bashing people online and saying they have no right to be here. As if I hate them. You're now just wanting to paint a broad stroke of me hating disabilities in general instead of the actual topic at hand. I make multiple characters with disabilities for myself and my adopts. That I myself have issues too.

I am doing my own thing. I am simply posting my art. You are simply annoying the hell out of many artists myself included.

This is a matter of me disliking you.

Especially when I found out you are not only harassing me but people around me, other artists and even smaller artists at that! What gives you the gall and the right to be acting so self righteous when all you've done is act as a genuine dick to people.

#marrow talks #The one thing i hate the most is people being rude not just to me but others as well #To demand things of anyone is attrocious behavior especially to random people you dont know online #i know a lot of people wont get whats been going on because i ignored a lot of this person #but literally i tell them to stop spamming comments with the same comment they get up in arms #ofc i block and then months later they return with a block dodging tumblr account to only then say hey theres a server to do this for you #then i ignore them and block because why would i want to be around them #and then they come in to EMAIL A SUBMISSION because of double blocking #i want to be left alone!#leave me alone!

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theheirofthesharingan · 2 months

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the itachi's fandom full of proshippers..... they got him 💔 sigh

I don't really get how is that a bad thing? A piece of media and the characters associated with it will have all sorts of fans, and unless someone forces you (I mean in general, not you as an individual, anon) to watch/read their content, you should be okay with what kind of content they're creating. If you're not okay with it, you can still hold a negative opinion on the matter without making it look like it's the end of the world. If Naruto was a live-action movie/TV series and people started to create content on the actors, like they do with boy bands, that involves real life people, I would have a problem with it. But exploring themes through the lines drawn on paper who cannot exist in real world isn't the end of everything.

I'm not going into moral and psychological implications of pro-shipping, but in the simplest terms, if you don't like Itachi fans creating the "problematic" content you can always choose to ignore it. That's what I do.

Fiction is fiction. Yes, many people do get inspired from it and end up doing horrible things. But fanworks alone aren't responsible for that. They don't even have that much reach beyond a few thousand people on the internet. There are plenty of slasher movies. I don't like them personally. There are books dealing with darker themes as well that anti-shippers would not like. Again - one can ignore it instead of hounding the authors.

In my country a minor girl was paired up with a 37-year-old man for a romantic drama. That's one of the things pro shippers are accused of. A pro-shipper might or might not be okay with this in real life. We don't know. Who knows an anti-shipper who preaches morals on Twitter like a valiant keyboard warrier and fights "depraved" people is okay with it too?

In short, you can't assume anything about people on the internet from the things they create outside of their daily routine. The thing you can do is curate the content you want to explore and your own experiences. Much like you don't owe them anything, they don't owe you anything either.

I don't talk about shipping on my blog not because I'm against people exploring any of this, but because in general I'm uninterested in this aspect of Itachi and his relationships with other characters. Itachi and Sasuke's bonding can be deep without any romantic/sexual undertones to it. Shisui and Itachi were friends and kids before Shisui's death. And I don't think Itachi ever had the time to think what he wanted in his life in romantic terms before it all went wrong. Kisame and Itachi just make me uncomfortable. In canon they don't have anything going on.

If people want to explore these things about Itachi and his bonding with other characters it's okay, honestly. You can ignore it and focus on the kind of things you like. And if there's not enough of it you can create it too. There's always an audience for everything.

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thequeenofthewinter · 8 months

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In the Midst of Winter has turned two.

Actually, it's my "writer-versary" in general. I hadn't written anything before this. (I didn't start posting until a few weeks later, but today's the day I started tapping away at those keys.)

730 days. 253,968 words. And well, now we're working on a sequel.

Two years ago, I opened up a Word document, and I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. Still don't quite know what I am doing if I am honest with myself, but in that time there have been a few things which I have discovered for myself. Idk, I am feeling cute, and I thought maybe I would share some of those thoughts here. There's nothing mind bending or earth shattering here. I'm just a girl with a keyboard who writes fanfiction.

In the time since I started writing, there are a lot of things which I have learned and even more which I will continue to learn in the future. The most important of these things is: you write for yourself and you write to have fun. If you are having fun and if writing makes you happy, that is the only thing which is important. Yes, yes. I know, I know. Comments and kudos are nice. I like them too, but they are not what keeps you going, not truly anyway. It's a love of a story, a love of your craft and what you're doing, and the joy you get from creating. Yes, but Winter, lack of engagement is a writer killer. I hear you, friend. I see you. I am also you. I do not deny that a lack of engagement can definitely feel demotivating. I'd be lying if I didn't say that sometimes I feel a wee bit sad when I see my story just kind of sits there. But it's more than that. The comments, no matter how nice they are, will not keep you going when you have no love of what you're doing and your heart isn't truly in it. (There. I said it.)

We make fanfiction because we love something so much that it moves us to words, and taking the spirit and soul out of it and turning it into a comment machine, won't keep you afloat forever. Nor will it give you quality writing.

Conversely, something else which I learned is that negative comments can go straight into the TRASH where they belong. You cannot please everyone, and there will always be someone who doesn't like your writing. Haters are going to hate, and if they don't like what you're writing, that does not mean anything is wrong with it. All writing is good writing, and there are many different styles. More than that, we improve over time. It's what all the writing blogs say, but it's true. I'd invite you right now to go look at my first posted chapter and then read the last one. There is a difference. If you're new out there, keep writing. Keep creating.

The last thing which I'd like to share is that community makes a huge difference. When I first started writing, it was me, myself, and I, and I know I have said this before, but was scared shitless to post anything at first. I was also (still am at times) a little nervous to interact with others because of what I write. However, I did it anyway, and I am so grateful. I posted my story, and eventually, I did join Tumblr. People found me, and I found people. Don't be afraid to reach out. (Be cautious, as always. This is the Internet, after all.) Find some people whose writing/art you like and reblog it, leave some notes, or comment on it. You'd be surprised about what turns up.

Most people I have interacted with here have been lovely and beautiful human beings and have been nothing but encouraging. They've both keyboard smashed with me in the good times and helped push me along the way when I have been in a rut. They've helped fuel me and supported me and if it weren't for them, who knows where I'd be now.

...And well, if you get a negative response...they weren't really worth talking to to begin with. (If you're looking for someone to talk to, here I am. Hi, I am Winter. It's nice to meet you.)

#how writing a fic works #winter rambles #it's my writer birthday #should I get cake?

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ceruleancattail · 1 year

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aaa hello!! may i request cater with a reader who's a faceless influencer? like they post content but there's rarely anything known about them,, but when it comes to irl they're shy?

Ok ok ok when you said “faceless influencer” my brain said: Vtuber.

Sorry this took some time, hope you like this!

Livestream

Cater x Vtuber Reader

“Ah… ah, ah…”

A finger drums against the metal mesh of the microphone. Cool to the touch, vibrating through your entire room. Your voice, amplified and magnified through the room.

A gaze towards your monitor. An avatar of sorts blinked back at you, swaying with your every move. Your digital self. The face you present to the world.

There is no way you’ll show your face. Not to the internet, not to a million faceless people who watch your every single move. It’s nerve-wrecking, it’s what it is.

Hiding behind a character was easier. A wall of sorts, shielding you from the horrors of being known. A fortress with ironclad walls, safe for you to do what you love.

Creeping towards the soundboard, you fiddle with minuscule knobs, feeling the ridges press into your skin. Twisting it until your voice sounds just right. Bouncing off the walls, echoing throughout your room.

Your lips slide upwards slightly. Nice. Reaching for the back of your swivel chair, you pull it towards you. Wheels chattering on the ground, before you sink into the plush of the seat, rolling towards your deck.

Reaching for your headphones, a creak has you frozen in your tracks. Ramshackle dorm wasn’t exactly known to be functional. Every door had its quirks; one had to be jiggled open, another needs its knob turned exactly forty five degrees to unlock itself… your room’s door had a problem with its hinges.

It’ll creak whenever anyone pushed it open.

Swinging around wildly, you come face to face with startled eyes, emerald pupils wide open. A scarlet diamond, painted under those eyes.

Hands rise upwards in a gesture of surrender. A slightly crooked, rather carefree grin. Spreading from ear to ear.

It almost sets you at ease.

Almost.

“C.. Cater? How did you…”

He shrugs, before plopping down next to to you. The chair tilts ever so slightly in his direction, your body sliding against his. He elbows you playfully, before leaning into the crook of your neck. His hair brushes against your skin, soft as clouds.

“You didn’t lock the door, silly! Ol’ Cay Cay just let himself in. More importantly, You’ve been holding out on me, prefect!”

Particularly bouncing in his seat, Cater gestures towards your setup, giddy with joy.

“You never told me you streamed!”

Running a hand across your keyboard, he takes it all in. An impressive array of tools. He’s a little jealous, honestly! Cater leans closer to you, slipping his phone out of his pocket.

“We totally should collaborate on something! What do you do? Sing, stream, or…”

“I…” stuttering, you winced at your own words. Behind a screen, at least you could articulate. Face to face? A struggle, to say the least.

Cater looks at you, patiently waiting for your answer. Almost like a golden retriever, soulful emerald eyes staring deep into your soul. It’s calming. You could feel your heartbeat slowing.

A bit, but it’s still something.

“Hey, prefect.”

A weight on your hand. Glancing down, you see a phone, screen blinking up at you. A magicam page, search bar wide open.

He nudges it towards you, grinning cheekily.

“Maybe we should collaborate sometime, hm? Just you and me.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #cater x reader #cater diamond #twst cater #cater diamond x reader #x reader #lucky potion 🔷#I had so much fun writing this #hehe #thank you for the request!

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a-crumb-of-whump · 9 months

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A New Beginning Drabble: Food Platter

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Content: ADHD caretaker, vampire whumpee, it's honestly just fluff.

Ask and ye shall receive

Ryker couldn’t figure out how long he’d been sitting at his computer for now. Could have been minutes, could have been hours - even the time that sat at the bottom of his screen meant nothing to him as he continued to play his game.

It was only when he felt the presence of someone standing right behind him and a plate of assorted fruits, biscuits and cheeses being placed beside his keyboard that he finally tore his eyes away from the screen to glance up. Suddenly Carlos’ face was right there, mere inches away from his own and a grin that prominently displayed his two fangs.

Gentle fingers wrapped around either side of the headphone set he was wearing, tugging them down until they sat comfortably around his neck. “Good afternoon. Havin’ fun?”

Ryker nodded. “Yeah. How long have I been here for?”

“You were already half an hour into it when Adam left for work this morning, so… few hours, I’d say.” As he spoke, Carlos set a glass of water down on the other side of him. “You haven’t eaten or had anything to drink since yesterday. I know humans need to eat a lot more than vampires do, so I made you a- I think the internet called it a fruit platter? Except there’s more than just fruits on there, so… let’s call it a food platter instead.”

Ryker felt himself smile as he examined the hard work Carlos had clearly put into it. It only had the freshest of fruits and berries from each packet and all the cheese had been sliced up already, despite how much he knew the vampire hated the smell. It was a pleasure to receive after such an intense hyperfocus.

His stomach growled almost immediately, as if it was just now starting to realise how hungry he really was.

“You did all this for me?” he asked in hushed awe, already tossing two grapes into his mouth. He could see Carlos practically beaming out the corner of his eye, so proud to have made something worth gushing over. “You said you were looking on the internet, too?”

The vampire nodded. “Yeah! I wanted to make something you could eat while you play your game. It’s not very fancy but…” He trailed off and shrugged. “I was excited to get the opportunity to do something for you, since you’re always doin’ stuff for me.”

“I could not have asked for anything better, man. Thank you.”

After eating two more berries, Ryker reached out to grab the second wheelie chair beside his computer desk before pulling it towards him until it was positioned right beside his own. “Can I show you what I’ve been doing? I know it’s most likely pointless to you but I’m super proud of what I made.”

Carlos didn’t even hesitate to sit down, leaning forward in his chair to pay close attention to what Ryker wanted to show him. .

“It’s not pointless,” he gently argued, and those words were enough to ease whatever concerns he had about boring him with his game. “If it makes you happy, then that means it can’t be.”

"...Besides." He between for a moment, and the cheeky smile that appeared on his face when Ryker turned to look at him only caused him to smile too. "I've been around for every hyperfixation you've had since you were three. What's one more?"

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#whump #anb stuff

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deandoesthingstome · 1 year

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Night Moves

Chapter 7

Pairing: Walter Marshall x OFC (Alexandra Pierce)

Series Summary: When Walter Marshall is called to investigate a homicide by the railroad tracks, he quickly uncovers an unsettling pattern. Alexandra Pierce just wants someone to find out what happened to her friend. She has some secrets, too. And Walter’s going to uncover them.

Word Count: 2504

Series Warnings: In general, this series will depict assault, murder, stripping, hooking, rough sex, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), p in v sex in various positions, self-loathing, failed relationships, smoking, alcohol, general violence, makeup sex, and maybe some comfort. +18, Minors DNI. Edit: If you were here before, know that I removed drug use and drug addiction. I had a plan and things changed, as they so often do.

Chapter Warnings: Angry Walter, police procedure (sure), more misogyny, some serious assault, self defense, pain, death.

A/N: I will not lie. This did NOT go the way I thought it would. It’s pretty dark and ugly. I think it’s important to the story though. I also didn’t get to the scene for the song I wanted, so there WILL be at least one more chapter. Please don’t cry.

Disclaimers: I do not own Walter Marshall, Night Hunter (Nomis), or any other characters from that movie, but I do own this OFC (Alexandra Pierce) and these words. Do not repost as your own. Likes, Reblogs, and Comments are more than welcome. It’s how I get my nourishment.

Header made by me, with pics found from Pexel.com and the internet. Dividers are not mine, but check out the masterlist for credit.

Playlist: Night Moves Songs 23-26 Direct Spotify Link

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“Alright, listen up!” Walter bursts into the dispatch room with all the anger and energy of a man who has realized exactly what has been going on and whose life is at stake now. “I need someone to pull plates for Detective Mick Jonas and then scan all traffic cams starting at the intersection of 10th and Vine. I want to know where that car is heading like 5 minutes ago.”

The switchboard is lit up and it isn’t as if the operators are slacking, but the blank stares he gets do not help his demeanor.

“Is everyone deaf??? Get on this. Now!” He marches to the nearest desk to loom over the tech, and stares daggers at her while her fingers begin flying over the keyboard.

“Is that our Mick Jonas?” she asks.

“You got the plate?” He ignores her question with a glare.

“Coming right up. Okay, yeah, here it is, but I don’t…”

“Who’s got the cameras?” he interrupts her. His skin feels like it’s on fire and at any moment he’s going to break something if he doesn’t get an answer. When Rachel steps in the room, she sees his behavior as well as a familiar attitude. If she had to hazard a guess, it’s the reason he showed up in yesterday’s clothes but she knows it’s neither the time nor the place to ask about it. Only that she can’t let him run this search.

“Walter,” she puts a hand on his shoulder with enough pressure to let him know it’d be best not to shrug it away.

“I need to know where he’s going, Rachel!”

“We all need to know where he’s going. Yelling at the crew isn’t going to speed up the computers.”

“He’s not alone. He’s got another victim with him right now! Fuck!” Nothing about Rachel’s speech has calmed him down or gotten him to lower his voice.

“Who’s with him?”

“Alex… Alexandra Pierce.”

The way he says her name, Rachel knows. And she knows she can’t stop him, but he won’t be going alone. She pulls out her cell to call another detective and tells him to be on standby for the chase. Dispatch’ll put a call out to officers in the area once they have a location, but she needs someone who can take charge of the scene, because it isn’t going to be Walter if she can help it. Not in the state he’s in.

We are so close I can barely contain myself. One more corner, one more long stretch of road, one more gate to open and close, one more winding, tree-covered lane into a deep forest of pine.

When we reach the bus, I’m on fire.

I can see the bitch starting to shift, move about. I look over and see her blink her eyes open and I just wait for the terror to creep into her eyes. And then I laugh.

I taunt her. I don’t even know what words are coming out of my mouth anymore, I just know she doesn’t like them and the more she doesn’t like them the more I say them. Over and over and over.

I keep a close eye on her when I open my door. I was careful to hit the switch to lock all the doors when I put her in the car, but now I just flip the lever for my lock. I can’t stop laughing when she thinks her door will open, too. She struggles just long enough for me to get around to her side so I’m ready when she finally finds the switch and opens the door. I'm right there ready to take her in my arms.

And then she does what none of them ever did. The thing I’ve been waiting for what seems like my entire life.

She hits me.

It’s kinda my fault. I grabbed her under her arms. I let my guard down cause it’s been so goddamn easy lately. Well, all except that asshole that showed up the other night. But the ones I just beat up? The ones I thought for sure would fight back just a little? Nothing.

They ignored me. Ignored the things I said to them. Acted like they had someone coming. Tried to walk away. Pulled out their phones, which were so easy to strip from their hands. But the best part? The thing that always got me going?

They would trip. Stumble. Those fucking ridiculous heels would end it for them every time. And I’d catch ‘em. Rush forward and grasp an arm or sometimes even get in front of them. But set ‘em right either way. Hold on just a beat too long. Smile. And they would know.

The right hook would come before they even took a deep enough breath to let out the scream they thought would save them. If I got it right, they’d spin just a little more off balance again so I could grab ‘em with my left. It was just more convenient than having to reach down to pick ‘em up off the ground just to get to hitting them again.

And if they didn’t fight back? Which they never fucking did. I’d just rough ‘em up. They were obviously easily swayed if they weren’t going to fight back. If they didn’t want to try to stop me, clearly they just didn’t care. And maybe that would be just the thing, the sign telling them it was time to be done with the whoring and the screwing around. TIme to stop flaunting their bodies for money and never for anyone who really deserved it.

But this one. She hits me again before I can comprehend what has just happened. And I’m just coming to my senses when I see she’s trying to draw her knee back so I know what’s coming and I jut my hips out of the way. I pull her close and butt my head against hers, knowing it ain’t going to feel great but it’s going to hurt her worse.

It gives me enough time to shore up my hold on her. I grab both her wrists in one hand and yank ‘em up hard over her head and I give her two more solid jabs, right in the eyes.

She is positively stunned and I think I’m good. But then she starts struggling again. She spits in my face and there is enough blood hanging around from the previous hits that some of what lands in my eye is colored and it burns. Stings. I can’t let go but I have to get this shit out of my eye.

So I’m still holding on to her arms when I lift my free hand to my face and fuck, right when I do, she connects her knee to my nuts and I let go of her hands to drop to the ground.

I can stand the pain a moment longer while I clear my vision and then I swallow hard because I see her trying to get back in the car and so I have to get up and to her fast. I grab her by the hair and pull her back against me, then turn her around and smack her across the face.

She’s shocked enough again that I get a few more good solid hits in before she gets her wits back and tries again.

This is so fuckin’ fun! That cunt from the other day was better than most which is what got her dead, but still was nothin’ compared to this bitch. Fuck, I think I’m hard right now.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” Walter shouts. He can’t believe what Rachel has just said to him. After everything they’ve been through.

“It’s because I’ve been through it with you that I can’t let you lead on this, Walter, and you know I’m right.”

Walter is seeing only red as he stares at Rachel with crazy eyes, but she’s staring right back and she isn’t going to budge. He could move her physically out of the doorway but that’s going to feel like assault and he can’t risk it.

He takes a deep breath in through his nose, nostrils flaring before he huffs the breath out and back in again. A few more times and he can see a little clearer and he knows she’s right as much as he can’t admit it.

“I’ll ride with you. Detective Greeves and his partner will take over when we get there. The patrol units are already on the way. From the traffic cam footage and a few more conversations with Lila we were finally able to pinpoint an old family plot a little out of town. So you know that also means the sheriff. It’s going to be a fucking mess out there, Walter, and I need you to stay the fuck out of it. Do you hear me?”

Walter nods, slowly, still breathing in and out. He shifts his head to the left to crack his neck and steps back from the doorway. With Rachel sure he’s under control, she steps back into the hall and turns to nod to Greeves. He hands a vest to her, then one to Walter when he finally leaves the dispatch room.

And now they are off. Walter’s got the GPS coordinates plugged in and he’s gritting through the instinct to drift around the lead car in front of him, but he promised. He doesn’t know what Rachel thinks she could do if he changed his mind right now, but he also knows if he does, he’s probably off the force.

Because if he gets to them first, he’s gonna kill him. And since he’s not actually on the case anymore, even if there weren't jurisdictional concerns, a shot from him isn’t going to be official. It’s going to be murder.

Alex can’t stand up any more. She’s on her knees and he is still hitting the side of her head.

There’s some flashing lights and sharp, high pitched sounds and Alex can’t tell if it’s from the club or if maybe the apartment's electricity is on the fritz again and Mrs. Travers is calling for help.

But these lights are blue and red. And yellow. And there are a lot of them. And the sound just doesn’t stop.

Alex hears someone yell ‘freeze’ and she hears a few more people yell ‘down on the ground’ and she can’t figure out why because she’s already on the ground but she collapses all the way anyway because no one is holding her up anymore.

And she hears her name. Someone is shouting her name. They are getting closer, but then not.

“Get the fuck out of my way!” Walter shouts as he pushes past a uniformed officer and rushes to Alex’s side. “Alex, Alex! Can you hear me?”

He’s on his knees just next to her and he’s touching her shoulder and he wants so badly to pick her up and hold her in his arms but he doesn't know the extent of the damage and he can’t be the one to do more, so he runs his hand down her arm to grab her hand and he holds that instead.

Her hand is warm but there is no movement. He bends down low and turns his head so he can put his ear next to her mouth and watch her chest. It’s low, but it’s there. A little rise and fall. And he can hear a small gasp.

“Waller?” she croaks out.

“Yeah! Yes, yeah. I‘m here, Alex. I’m here.” Walter jerks his head up to see if her eyes are open. And they probably would be if they weren’t puffing up and sealing closed as they spoke.

“Where here?” a little muffled.

“It doesn’t matter. We’ve got an ambulance on the way and we’re gonna get you out of here and to some help. I just need you to hold on, okay. Keep talking to me, okay?”

“O-ay.”

Walter can see her jaw isn’t sitting right and even though he’s not a doctor or EMT or whatever the fuck ever, he sure as fuck knows he can’t leave it hanging like that. He reaches down under his vest to rip a wide swatch from his t-shirt and tears it once more at a side seam to pull it all the way off so he’s got a long strip he can maneuver around her head. He knows he shouldn’t move her jaw to the side, so it’s gonna have to stay off-kilter while he presses it gently up so he can shorten the bandage and tie it as loosely-tight on top of her head as he dares.

And this means she can’t talk to him now. Fuck.

“Alex? Honey? I know you can’t talk right now and I don’t want you to even try anymore. And I know you can’t blink your eyes once or twice for me either. Don’t worry. Can you huff for me? One for yes, two for no.”

For a brief moment Walter wants to kick himself because if it’s no, she can’t huff even once. What a fucking moron! He hangs his head low.

But then he feels a short puff on his neck and he almost gives himself whiplash to turn his face to her again.

“That’s good, Alex. That’s really good.” He wants to smile so she can hear it in his voice, but he’s terrified right now. Terrified he’s about to lose the best thing that’s happened to him since Faye. There’s no smile covering that sound.

“Detective Marshall?” a voice calls down. “No questions about the case, okay?”

“You’re fucking standing right there. You can hear anything I ask her.” Walter pulls himself up a little so he’s not shouting directly in her face, even as he tries to temper it with gritted teeth and little sneer.

“We can’t hear her response. And it seems like you’re the only one who’s gonna feel it. Let’s just get her to a hospital and then figure out how to get her statement.”

Walter grits his teeth again and bites in the response he wants to give as he sees Rachel make her way over.

“The ambulances are here.”

“Plural?” he asks as he turns to look. One gurney out with a board and clean bed, one gurney out with a black bag. He never even heard the shot.

The EMTs shift him out of the way, slip a spinal board under her, and hoist Alex to the gurney before rolling her away. Walter turns to Rachel with a look of despair and she sends him off with a quick ‘go’.

Walter hoists himself into the back of the ambulance before they can shut the door. He doesn’t care whether they think he’s officially on duty. He sits down beside Alex and grabs her hand, leans in and whispers in her ear.

“Hold on, Alex. Please.”

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Chapter 8

Anything: @kittenofdoomage @fvckinghenrycavill @mayloma @sillyrabbit81 @kebabgirl67 @beck07990 (Also throwing in a few from the old days for old times sake ;) @littlegreenplasticsoldier @anotherwinchesterfangirl @sebbytrash @feelmyroarrrr)

NM: @enchantedbytomandhenry @kingliam2019 @henryownsme @littlefreya @identity2212 @marantha @angelcavill66 @sweetdreamsofgelato @jeremyrennermakesmesmile @liveoncoffeeandflowersss @greensleeves888 @dinoswierdmom @geralts-yenn @wabi-sabi1090 @bourbonwithice @used-to-be-bourbonwithice (this one doesn’t work for me, sorry!)

#walter marshall #walter marshall x ofc #walter marshall fanfic #walter marshall fanfiction #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #night hunter fanfic #night hunter fanfiction #night moves #mine

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jongseongsnudes · 1 year

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two.

warning; 🙉🙉🙉🙉🙉 0.5k words.

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“so.”

“so?” you throw your best friend a quick glance before focusing back onto the flashing computer screen, your fingers tapping furiously at the poor keyboard, “so what?”

“what was that earlier? were you flirting with the the boy behind the counter?”

you finally turn your gaze to him now, not caring that your character in the game was getting killed without your attention. his words confused you, the seriousness in his tone one you usually don’t hear from sunoo.

“flirting? i was paying and he asked about my necklace, saying he has been looking for the same one. that’s all.”

and that’s really what happened.

you and sunoo had stopped by the local internet café after school, a place you both regularly visited together. and every single time, you bumped into the same worker, a slightly older boy who you shared casual talk with every now and then.

“right.”

your best friend rolls his eyes and settles back in his seat, leaving you utterly confused by his sudden change in attitude.

“why are you being like this?” your brows knit together at your best friend totally ignoring you but nonetheless, you turn back to your screen as well, leaving him be, “whatever then-”

your words are interrupted when sunoo suddenly reaches over to cup your cheeks in his hands, making you face him. the look in his eyes is unreadable but you’re 100% certain that he’s unhappy about something. you’re just unsure of what.

“you’re so naïve. no one cares about your stupid necklace, that boy is looking at what’s beneath it. he always does,” he scoffs and pulls you even closer towards him, his lips now just a breath away from yours, “it’s not your fault you’re this pretty but be smarter at least.”

you open your mouth to speak but immediately stop upon processing what he just said. you’re sure your cheeks would’ve felt hot in his hold by now, your entire body having heated up from his words alone.

but were you meant to be angry at the insult or be happy about the compliment?

“ki- kim sunoo let go-”

“i just worry for you because you’re so oblivious,” he finally laughs, his hands moving up to mess your hair, “how will you even live without me? i can’t always be around to protect you.”

a part of you wants to scream at the boy, to tell him that he’s the oblivious one for not noticing your crush on him all this time but you manage to hold back, shaking the stupid nonsense away.

“whatever kim sunoo, i don’t need you. i can protect myself,” you try to sound as normal as possible but your poor heart was beating so fast that you start to feel sick. you attempt to pull away from his hold but the boy doesn’t budge, instead leaning in even closer.

his gaze stays on your eyes for a moment before they fall to your lips, the sudden move definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“but i want to protect you though, forever.”

end.

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hacked-by-jake · 1 year

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𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣

Requested: [×] Yes [ ] No [×] @*anon [ ] @

Pairing: Jake x MC [No pronouns]

Genre: Fluff/Comfort

Warnings: None

A/n: This request has been in my ask box for a very long time, unfortunately. It’s just something small, nothing big or really special, just a little fluffy Jake. Also, I’ve never been in such a situation, which is why I can hardly absolutely put myself into it. Nevertheless, I hope that you will like it. ❤️Excuse the mistakes. [Original ask-request at the end]

Jake will do everything to support you as best he can during this time.

He thinks you should definitely change your majors if you don’t feel comfortable there, but he also understands very well that the pressure is great and you don’t want to disappoint anyone.

"MC, you just have to ask yourself one question, if you’re disappointed when you don’t act the way you want? Do you disappoint yourself if you put your own wishes back so that everyone can congratulate you for something you don’t like? Everyone will tell you that you made the right decision, that you did the right thing. But no one considers that they praise you for making yourself unhappy."

You didn’t expect such clear, honest and accurate words, but you knwow he’s absolutely right, he’s right with every word.

"Anyway, Jake, I just don’t want everyone to be mad at me and disappointed, they just want me to have good chances later."

"Good chances in the job?", he asks: "What about good chances in life, getting up every day and doing something you didn’t want to do? Maybe it will give you good chances in your job, but not in your entire life."

You sigh.

"Come on," Jake murmurs and stands up, kneeling on the floor in front of you until a moment ago, now he reaches out his hand to you.

"What are you up to?", you ask.

"To my study. I want to show you something."

When you carefully sit down onto his lap, he pulls you close to him. You lean back and immediately feel its soothing warmth.

Jake puts one arm around you and places his hand on your thigh, the other hand reaching for the keyboard of his computer.

"Major _____ Job offers"

And so Jake starts with you to scour the entire internet to show you all the possibilities.

He shows you that you have a lot more options than you think, than your family thinks. What you could do if you chose the subject you want.

He shows you how many more things you can do, that you can educate yourself, that you have alternatives.

He also shows you the possibilities of your current majors.

He creates a list and compares what you are doing with what you would like to do.

The whole thing takes several hours. You talk, dream together about possible scenarios.

You explain to him what ideas you have and what you would like to do. But you also tell him about your worries.

At the very end of the list of your desired major, he writes "Satisfaction + Happiness"

At the end of the list of your current major, he writes: "Happy Family + Unhappy MC."

As your eyes run over the last two points of the lists, you can’t stop a few tiny tears from building up in your eyes. It’s just a heavy and stressful situation.

"We can create a pro and contra list if you want. But then I just have to insert the last two sentences and we have the result." he jokes.

You turn a little to look at him.

When he sees your tears, his gentle smile immediately disappears from his lips and changes into a worried face.

"MC, I’m sorry if my actions were inappropriate and I made it worse. I didn’t want to increase the pressure on you, I -"

You interrupt him quickly. "No, no, no, everything is okay. It’s just the general situation and my uncertainty about what to do. I know you’re right, but still; it's hard."

"I know it’s hard, and I don’t want to offend you, I don’t want to offend your family, but do you think that’s fair? What’s happening right now? That the pressure and your uncertainty is so great that you have to cry? Although it could be much easier."

His eyes radiate absolute and unconditional love that almost makes you sigh as he bends forward to breath a feather light kiss on your lips.

"I just want you to know, MC, no matter what you decide, I will support you."

"Thank you" you whisper and this time it’s you who kisses him.

"Come." he demands again: "I think for today it’s best if we finish the topic. We can watch a movie or a series, whatever your preferences are. I suppose a little distraction will be good for you."

Jake will keep his words for the rest of the day and do everything he can to relax and clear your mind a little.

He will watch with you your favorite series or your favorite movie. Or listening to your favorite music.

He will make you a steaming cup of your favorite warm drink.

He will order Chinese for both of you and prepare a bathtub for you during the time you wait for the arrival of your dinner.

He will sit with you in the bathroom and you will talk about everything you can think of, no matter how trivial it is.

The rest of the evening you will cuddle and Jake will always keep you in a protective position. As if he wanted to protect you from negative thoughts and stress. As if he were creating an invisible space where is no place for these thoughts, for stress and uncertainty.

And he manages to distract you completely and makes you, as always, the happiest person in the world.

"Thank you for being by my side and helping me"

"Thank you for allowing me to be by your side"

When you come home from a busy morning of studying, your relaxation is almost completely lost. But only almost.

Because you still have to smile when you think back to yesterday’s hours when Jake carried you, even more than usual, on hands and did everything for your well-being.

"I’m home" you call into the apartment after you locked the door behind you.

Jake immediately comes out of his study.

He smiles affectionately at you, happy about your return.

After he greeted you with a kiss and asked you how your previous hours had gone, he silently looks at you.

You believe to see something like discomfort and caution shimmering in his face.

"Is everything okay?" you ask Jake.

He clears his throat "First I want to say you can refuse the conversation if you want, don’t feel forced or pressured. You can reject the conversation or decide when you want to do it"

"What kind of conversation?" Confused you raise your eyebrows up.

"I found someone on the Internet. Someone who was exactly in your position a few years ago. Someone who had trouble deciding between the majors that are in your head, and I arranged a conversation. You can ask questions, learn about both majors and listen to his decision. I thought it might be good if you could talk to someone who understands you better and knows what he’s talking about more than I do. But only if you're interessted."

You almost want to start crying again as soon as you see Jake’s slightly nervous look.

"Jake-" you start but he interrupts you.

"I’m sorry if my behavior is intrusive and too much, if I only aggravate your situation and put you under pressure. That is certainly not my intention."

You can’t help but giggle: "Jake, don’t worry so much, I’m very grateful that you’re doing this for me. And I think I’d like to take the opportunity for the interview."

Jake’s face lights up immediately and he looks relieved.

"I am very happy that you think so, the conversation can take place whenever you want, everything has already been prepared."

Three hours later, you come out of Jake’s study, smiling.

The young hacker sits with his laptop on his lap on the couch and seems to be working. He had left his study for you to be able to have a camly conversation and experience everything on your own, without the presence of another person who could be a distraction.

"As I see, your talk seems to have been good," he greets you.

You nod, smiling: "Yes, I haven’t decided yet, but the conversation gave me a lot of hope."

You sit down next to him one the couch and lean your head against his shoulder.

"Thank you for supporting me and doing so much for me."

Jake closes his laptop to put it aside and then wraps an arm around you.

"I would do anything for you, MC." he whispers before he gives you a kiss on the hairline. "And as I said, I will support you as much as I can, I just want you to be happy."

Until you make a decision, you’re gonna talk to Jake a lot about it.

He will go through the lists with you again and again, as well as the notes you made during the conversation. He will support you wherever he can and will try to make your decision as easy as possible.

Even if the decision is anything but easy, with Jake at your side and with his support it’s definitely a little easier.

"You’ll never have to be alone, MC. I love you."

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A/n: I’m very sorry you found yourself in this situation, Anon. I hope that everything has come as you want it and as you feel comfortable.I wish you all the best in the world. ❤️

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Every October from 1966 until 2020, "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" etched itself into across the collective consciousness of young darklings with it's once a year broadcast on network television. (To watch it, click on the above link & jump to 5:45 on the timeline.) The importance of "The Great Pumpkin" to me and my fellows, regardless darkling or normie, cannot be overstated. Elementary school children simply did not miss "The Great Pumpkin." However, it lost much of it's 'weight,' for lack of a better term, once VCR's became available. Prior to those wondrous devices, you literally only had one chance per year to watch "The Great Pumpkin" - that's it. To be a kid & miss "The Great Pumpkin" airing was akin to Linus fainting and missing the arrival of The Great Pumpkin, himself. I recall hearing the tragic tale of one kid on the school bus who had missed the airing the previous night as his house had lost power & we all sat in silent horror at this revelation - a fate worse than death or dentist visit.

Of course, me being me, I had already somewhat prepared for such an unthinkable eventuality by having acquired a copy of the 1967 book adaptation of "The Great Pumpkin." In the 70's, my folks choose to live in the boonies, so losing power for no reason was something that could happen. Fortunately, I never did have to cower in a dark corner, clutching my well worn book copy, silently cursing the Fates for inflicting such an indignity upon me. After all, this was one of those vanishingly rare instances where the book version was objectively not as good as the TV version.

(Just as an aside, my fav Charlie Brown character was always Schroeder. I never gave it much thought, but Schroeder is actually kinda goth with his dark colors, quiet demeanor, & music obsession, so...makes sense. I imagine when he hit his teen years, he joined a goth band, died his hair black, & played wicked dark keyboards at countless gigs.)

Fast forward a few years & I can still vividly recall my profound shock at learning a friend of mine, who owned an early VCR, had recorded "The Great Pumpkin" upon it's previous airing. It was a singular wonder to be able to watch something you could previously only have seen once a year, watch it whenever you want, & not even need to find the most sincere pumpkin patch as prerequisite to do so. It was as if you could reach up into the heavens &, with a simple twist of hand, rewind the celestial sphere back in time to the previous eclipse or passing of Haley's Comet, so staggeringly cosmic in power it seemed. There we sat, watching "The Great Pumpkin" in early December of 1981 & it was a big enough deal to me that I still remember it as if it happened merely a month ago. And I wasn't even really that much into it anymore as I was 11 going on 12 at that point & was eager to put 'childish things' behind me. But I still watched it right the way through. I'm sure it found it's way to most folks VCR's during the 80's, & was officially released on VHS in 1988 & DVD in 2000, so I'm sure nowadays it's a rare household with children which lacks their own copy of "The Great Pumpkin."

Of course, there were other Halloween children's specials eager to rake in the chips like "The Great Pumpkin" did, but none of them ever reached the same level of quality as "The Great Pumpkin." Unlike most other Halloween children's specials, "The Great Pumpkin" has several sequences that, to a child, are legitimately spooky, such as the intro sequence, Snoopy making his way behind enemy lines, & the rising of 'The Great Pumpkin' in the pumpkin patch. I can still recall cynically thumbing through the TV Guide at any given year's new entries & weighing each against "The Great Pumpkin." Be it "Halloween is Grinch Night," "Fat Albert's Halloween Special," or "Bugs Bunny's Howl-oween," all were decidedly lacking. There were some older ones that I'd see on local independent stations that were reasonably good, such as the stop motion "Mad Monster Party" but even that was still a distant second. To this day, no Halloween children's special can hold a Jack-o-lantern to "The Great Pumpkin."

So this Halfway to Halloween, take a 25 minute break to revisit everyone's favorite Halloween special, & may the pumpkin patch in your particular neck of the woods always be the most sincere.

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Hello, can I ask you for some advice on how to stop disliking your height? I'm pretty much the same height as you, so about 5'3 or 5'4, which is about average for women in my country. When it comes to other unchangeable things like body hair and facial features and even personality I don't really care what others think, but with height specifically I always get a little upset whenever I see memes online making fun of shorter people, esp women, or when some people on here (sometimes so-called feminists) imply shorter women are ALWAYS weak physically and inferior in every way or are childlike. I don't even struggle with anything in particular, but these kinda things do get to me sometimes.

I am 5'3 and have been this height since 10th grade. I thought of myself as "average" even when I played volleyball because I just happen to play on the shortes team in our league. 5'1 the shortest and 5'8 being the tallest.

Then sometimes people will meet me, and it happens all the time, they will say 'WOW I thought you were tall!" In my head I started thinking.. maybe I am short? I guess I didn't put too much stock into it because I just didn't think about myself in comparson to others until others pointed it out.

Short women like me need to learn somethings. LIKE leverage is our friend. What we lack in height we make up for ingenuity. I can lift a hay bale but I have to use my knee, other bales, some creative movement. We learn that we can't reach things but we don't hit our head as much. When we fall we are closer to the ground.

Tall people deal with stupid questions. "how's the weather?" "OMG HOW tall ARE you?" Tall women get called intimidating or manly even if they are quite feminine.

No woman escaped the scrutiny of society. It seems to always find something to point out as Non conforming.

The most powerful butch I know is my best friend Jen. She has climbed all seven summits in the world (8 actually), over came an injured knee to climb a peak in Antartica, and can cut/stack wood or pile hay bales all day with me and she is my height. 5'3.

BUT one does not have to be physcially strong to be perfect fine. Not everyone, not every butch even, has physical health or strength. Our worth is not based on physical power, although some might have it and love that trait about themselves, not everyone does.

Outside bullshittery is rampant in our world, expecially since the internet came along and many people seem to think it is the place to come on and criticise and demean anyone they want, often for zero reasons other than just to be a Keyboard Jackass.

I guarantee people, friends who care about you love you the way you are and your height plays no part in that. If you have a girlfriend chances are your lack of tallness is very much apart of why she is attracted to you.

I have been lovingly called a Pocket Sized Butch. Yeah... I lll take that. It fits me. My last girlfriend is 5'9 and she thought (and told me so) she loved it when I stood on my tipee toes to get a kiss.

Pay no heed to those who have criticism of anything you can't change, hell, even stuff you can change. Be you.

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lirusstories · 7 months

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Flesh of the Son - Septic/Egotober Day 11

Tw: Broken limps and ribs, dislocated limbs, Mind Control

Egotober: Metal

Septictober: Mind Control

Word Count: 585

“Hello, I am S34N, but you can call me Sam.”

“VUNDERVOLL!” Henrik shouts excitedly as his creation, an android, introduces himself. In his excitement, he plants a kiss on Sam’s forehead, much like he’d do with Oliva before quickly turning to a monitor with a keyboard in front of it and typing away.

Sam watches his creator curiously, the man is very clearly pleased while the other man who looks almost identical to his creator, looking at him utterly befuddled.

Sam's gaze slides back to his creator as the other man begins speaking to him.

“How in the hell-”

“Many sleepless nights and far more... 'borrowed' property that shall never reach Jackie's ears.”

“Alright, well what are you going to do with... him?”

Henrik pauses before turning to look at Sam then back to the other man.

“Whatever he likes.”

Sam can't help a small smile, already searching for things to do on the internet, so far sculpting sounds nice, but he really likes the stars.

“Well he can't go out like this.”

“Marvin-”

“Henrik.”

The two men look at each other as Sam looks down at himself, from what he can tell he is wearing a hospital gown and hid body is completely white and shiny.

Suddenly, Marvin sighs as Henrik looks like he's about to begin talking again.

“Maybe a glamour-” Marvin cuts himself off as something shifting out of the corner of his eye catches his attention.

Henrik follows his gaze back to Sam only to pause surprise when he now looks like a mix between him and Marvin, which, isn't saying much the biggest difference are their noses but still.

“Well,” Henrik says with a proud and happy grin that Sam seems to return if not a little awkwardly.

“That solves that problem!”

Henrik struggles to breathe, a couple ribs have definitely been broken and he knows his arms not supposed to look like that and he can’t move his legs, he can feel them, but one is dislocated and he’s pretty sure the other was crushed pretty badly.

He drags himself into what he hopes is a good hiding spot and pulls his phone out of his pocket and is quick to text to his brothers what's happening.

That Sam had come back not him and is very clearly being controlled by someone else and they had sent him back to look for something and no matter what he does or says, he just won't respond.

Henrik freezes as he suddenly hears footsteps stop right in front of his hiding place, he lets out a quiet but defeated sigh and whispers quietly as he hits send. “I’m so sorry Sam…”

Not even a second later Sam all but destroys his hiding spot, gripping him by the throat and lifting him in the air. It kills him, seeing Sam’s eyes look so dead, and he knows he’ll survive this, for whatever reason they wanted him alive or else he would have been dead already.

He watches as Sam pulls a syringe from his suit pocket, ah, that's certainly going to make things more difficult, he really wishes he had put his phone back in his pocket now. He does even have time to try and wrench himself from his grasp before needle is in his neck.

“I’m sorry…” He whispers to Sam’s unhearing ears.And he fucking swears that whoever put their hands on Sam and stripped away his fucking soul will have to feel his wrath fucking wrath.

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