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sheisjoeschateau · 3 months

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"Oh, so we DO love Steve..." | PART I

Steve Harrington x Bauman!fem!reader enemies to lovers, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, upside down mayhem, S2-S4, post S4 universe hot-take, end-of-the-world / dystopian setting, ugly fights turned smut (...but with hella plot). 18+

WHEN THE UNEXPECTED NIECE OF MURRAY BAUMAN GETS THROWN IN THE MIX, THE GANG HAS NO IDEA JUST WHAT THEY'RE IN FOR. SCRATCH THAT - STEVE DOESN'T KNOW. YOU GET ALONG WITH EVERYONE WELL. YOU BANTER WITH THE ADULTS, WHO APPRECIATE YOUR HELP. THE KIDS LOVE AND WORSHIP YOU. YOU'RE HELPFUL ALL AROUND. BUT AS FAR AS STEVE IS CONCERNED, YOU'RE JUST NUISANCE. AFTER ALL, YOU'RE THE REASON HE LOST THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE AND MISSED OUT ON A LIFE THAT "COULD'VE BEEN." IF YOU HAD JUST KEPT YOUR SORRY ASS OUT OF THE PICTURE... IF YOU HAD NEVER GONE WITH NANCY AND JONATHAN AFTER THEY LEFT YOUR WHACK-JOB UNCLE, MURRAY BAUMAN'S, BUNKER? HE WOULD BE HAPPY. SO F*CKING HAPPY. BUT HERE YOU WERE. YOU WERE BASICALLY THE COOLER (...AND SURE, MUCH MORE ATTRACTIVE) FEMALE VERSION OF MURRAY BAUMAN. YOU WERE SARCASTIC, QUICK-WITTED, TOO SMART FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, AND APPARENTLY BUILT FOR THE WAR. SURE, YOU WEREN'T AS BRASH AS YOUR UNCLE. BUT IN STEVE'S EYES, YOU WERE SOMEHOW FAR MORE OBNOXIOUS. HE DOWNRIGHT HATED YOU. HE WILL FOREVER HATE YOU... BUT WILL HE?

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE COPIED AND/OR REPOSTED ON HERE OR ANY OTHER PLATFORM, OR PUT INTO ANY AI PROGRAMS. THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG, MDNI.

An original fanfiction series, written by Misha St. James.

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I did not proof-read this after Tumblr gave me hell trying to share. So pls excuse possible typos. hehe

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Let's just get to the point, shall we?

Once upon a time, a young boy named Will Byers went missing. Later, he was found in an alternate dimension by the world's #1 mom and a cynical cop turned hero. A girl with a shaved head had telekinetic superpowers, befriend's Will's four loyal friends along the way and helping them track down their missing party member. Then, whatever the hell was on the other side - whatever was in this...upside down...took back Eleven. She'd been missing ever since that dreadful winter.

Fast forward to now: you're sitting in your uncle's bunker, looking at his wild display of efforts. Papers, files, whiteboards covered in multiple words, arrows, sketches - all in different colored markers. Murray Bauman was on a mission, and he would be damned if that grumpy, cynical smart-ass known as Jim Hopper honestly thought that he could dismantle his efforts. Nice try, chum. Game on. Thankfully, you'd gone to school with Barbara Holland. That's whose parents had assigned the task of searching for her to your uncle. Murray was asking you tons of questions, and you were glad to help. It meant spending time with the only family member you cared for, despite his wackiness. You guys got each other. Bantered well. Got shit done. Honestly, it was also a great way of drinking safely and not with a bunch of rowdy teenagers at some stupid party. You got along just fine with everyone at school. But damn, they could all be annoying. ...especially Steve fucking Harrington, who was now the topic of conversation. You know, given that his house is where Barbara was last seen. "It just isn't making sense," your uncle huffed, raking his hands through his oily dark hair. You sipped on the glass of vodka that your uncle had poured you, hissing at the strong taste. Leaning across the coffee table, seated on his couch, you tried to connect the dots with him. "I'm telling you, someone in that group of teens knows what's up. Or at least has an idea." Your uncle swigged at his vodka, defeated but ruthlessly trying to piece together his clusterfuck of scattered evidence across his wall. "Well then, guess we better grill 'em."

And that's how you come into the picture. When Nancy and Jonathan came to seek out Murray. And when they arrive, they're surprised to see you. They recognize you from school. Jonathan took several classes with you. In fact, the two of you got along well at Hawkins High. No, you weren't close. But you both were cool. Nancy, on the other hand, didn't know anything about you. Just that you took political science with Barbara, and got straight A's across the board. You could've been class valedictorian. But you were not looking for any sort of title that demanded pressure or attention. At least not in high school. Career wise? Sure. Not here, though. Not Hawkins. "Your timeline is wrong," Nancy is saying, making you and Bauman freeze. Nancy is telling you that the girl with the buzzed hair is not Russian. She is, in fact, from Hawkins lab. And her name is...Eleven? So they do know something. And something turns out to be everything.

Jonathan sits you both down to relay everything to you both. And woof, does it give you guys a headache. Strangely, though... it makes a whole lot more sense than some mundane explanation of sorts. Obviously though, that puts you all in a tough spot where you'll all need to put your heads together. So the two classmates of yours stay, sharing in chilled Smirnoff and having to endure the hilarity that ensues between you and your uncle. You and Murray both banter well with the two of them. Jonathan finds you to be hilarious. Nancy finds you intimidating. Very intimidating. You’re quick witted, darkly humored and independent. But there is a reserved, mysterious sort of feminine energy to you, despite your more masculine strengths and bluntness. Over glasses of stiff vodka, you all come to the conclusion on how to go about exposing the truth about Barbara Holland's disappearance: water it down.

At the end of the night, you're all winding down -- you and your uncle having convinced the two lovebirds to stay. But when you're telling them they can take your uncle's guest room while you take the couch, Jonathan's asking if he can take the couch. You blink. Huh? ...surely Nancy is not still with --

"Okay, I'm confused," your uncle's saying. "What's going on here? Lovers quarrel?"

You cock an eyebrow, leaning back into the loveseat.

But Jonathan and Nancy are then talking over each other with weird, flustered excuses...saying they're just friends.

You and your uncle bust out laughing. And then you're shrinking back in your seat, knowing what's coming: one of your Uncle Murray's lovebird witchdoctor speeches that he barrels into anytime that two delusional people have convinced themselves that they aren't in love. Or at the very least, not into each other.

Uncle Murray is breaking them down, one at a time. He's reading Jonathan like an angsty teen novel, seeing right through him and his brooding, mysterious energy. Trust issues, thanks to daddy issues. Yikes, that makes you sip some more drink.

And then he's onto Nancy, saying that she's harder to read. But he manages anyway. It's the Bauman way.

He's telling her that she's likely like everyone else, "afraid of what would happen if you accepted yourself for you who you really are." He looks at you. "Am I in the right ballpark?"

You nod, swallowing the last drop of vodka in your cup. "That...and afraid of that might happen if she didn't retreat back to the safety of someone familiar."

Nancy looks bewildered. But more than that, she looks caught.

"Name?" your uncle is prodding, snapping his fingers. "Name."

You and Jonathan both say it. "Steve."

Uncle Murray's face is priceless. He feigns adoration, putting on a baby voice as he repeats the name. "Dawh. Steve. We like Steve."

"Yes," Nancy laughs nervously. Eek, you think.

"But we don't love Steve..." Your uncle's words floor Nancy.

And when Nancy's saying something about still being with Steve, insisting that she loves him, you roll your eyes. Even scoffing, getting her attention. Maybe if the vodka weren't in your system, you wouldn't be so bold. But Jonathan's mopey look just gives you more confidence.

"Boom, ladies and gents," you say with a grin. "Second lie of the evening." "The hell was the first one?" Jonathan asks, blinking. "You guys being just friends." You and your uncle say something along the same lines, simultaneously. You both laugh together, clinking glasses. The two not lovebirds just squirm awkwardly in their seats. Finally, you sigh. "Look. You guys don't wanna give up the ghost? Be my guest. I'll happily keep my bed." You stand up, ready to turn in. But not until casting them one last work, pointing a finger. "But if I were you two? I'd cut the bullshit and just share the damn bed." Murray snorts, rising to stand as well. He stretches. "Welllllp. I'm turning in for the night." You begin mounting the stairs, hollering: "Better act fast, kiddos. At least before this poison in my system knocks me out cold. Don't worry, Nancy, I don't snore. So if you do choose me, you're safe." "But that's so lame," Murray adds to that wryly, heading off to his room. You both tell each other goodnight, leaving the two angsty teens to decide their fate. All you know is that Nancy ends up walking out and not coming back, at one point in the night. Yeah, thought so. Breakfast the next morning is even more hilarious. You and your uncle ask every single question that drips with innuendo that you ever possibly could. And it's worth every fucking minute.

Murray's gonna need to keep that couch cleaned. To your surprise, Murray sends you off with Nancy and Jonathan, but given that you want to go and see it all for yourself you don't mind. You’re basically his little spy. Most uncles send off their nieces and nephews with some good advice, maybe a packed lunchbox or snacks, and a warm hug.

Yours, however, sends you off with a full bottle of vodka, a thick wad of cash and some fun sarcastic banter. But he headlocks you in for a hug, and you cackle. He really is a nutcase, and man you can't help but love him. He is so not the parental type. Yet somehow, he's practically raised you. And in your opinion, you're pretty well-prepared for the world. More than most, in Murray's opinion. So off you go with Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Buyers, and they both honestly enjoy your company. It helps them get past their umm...well...awkward new reality. That new reality that comes post-sex, after a long ass time of playing the tip-toe game. The sexual tension between them is hysterical to you. But you keep your thoughts to yourself for now. The vodka did most of the talking for you last night.

When you both arrive at wherever the hell your destination is, it's dark outside. And if you're being honest, it's pretty creepy. You're somewhere near the woods, and as you all walk closer you're beginning to see lights approaching you...along with a handful of shadowed figures.

Fuck, you literally just got here.

But then, after a tense several moments... Nancy and Jonathan call out to them. You jump, startled at the fact that they do it so confidently. But the name that they call out suddenly makes it all make sense. "STEVE?" "NANCY...?" And that's how you became a crucial part of the most royal pain in the ass, King Steve's, life.

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d10nyx · 4 months

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silver lining

ft. leon kennedy x fem!reader

cw: 18+ content, hybrid!reader, very brief suicide mention, p in v, creampie, daddy kink, a LOT of pet names

a/n: hiii! throwing out some (kinda) fluffy smut for once lmao. mainly picturing vendetta leon, but any older leon works tbh. i'm so tired, so if you see typos, no, you don't >:[ hope you enjoy !!

word count: 1.7k words

Raccoon City was something that Leon would never forget. It's been years since the incident, and he still wakes up in a cold sweat some nights with nightmares of the things he'd seen.

It's fucked him up in more ways than one. He would have killed himself a long time ago if he was sure that Sherry would be safe. The “top secret programme” the government so lovingly initiated him into isn't the way he saw his life going - but if it kept her safe, he'd grit his teeth and bare it.

Sure, he's made his peace with it, but it doesn't make it any less difficult. He runs around like the government's personal lap dog and then comes home and drinks himself half to death. It's a routine he's gotten used to, and he doesn't plan on changing it anytime soon.

But it gets lonely. He's not a stranger to flirting with a pretty girl in the bar, but he never manages to get them to stay. He's not sure he's capable of forming a relationship anymore. Work always comes up, and no woman seems to want to stick around when he disappears for weeks or months at a time.

When he was younger, he always wanted a dog. That was another thing Raccoon City took from him. He still flinches when a dog moves too fast near him or gets too close. He's never been a cat person, either. Thinks they're grumpy bastards at the best of times.

He leaves it at that for a while. Looks like he's destined to be alone. Whatever. He's used to it by now. Or he thinks so, at least, until he starts to hear about hybrids becoming more commercially available as pets.

They've been around for a while, sure, but they were the type of exotic pet rich assholes buy to show off. He hears about the new hybrid adoption center opening in his city and spends one of his only weekends off doing a shit ton of research. He's not entirely convinced, but he figures there's no harm in taking a look. As soon as he spots you, he knows he's smitten. Bat your pretty lashes at him, and he'd do anything you asked.

You're the cutest little puppy girl he's ever seen. Fluffy ears atop your head, your tail wagging so fast behind you it's practically a blur. He doesn't even think about it when he calls a worker over, paying for you then and there. He doesn't even blink at the amount of money you cost him. He'd sell a kidney to be able to afford you if he needed it. At least the government pays well.

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It's been a few months since he brought you home with him. You were a pain in the ass at first, constantly bouncing around his apartment. Your tail was a hazard, always knocking things off his table and breaking things.

He wouldn't change it for the world, though. You've become the highlight of his day. He finds himself smiling as he opens the door to his apartment, hearing you thunder towards the front door as he walks in. He can't help but chuckle as you wrap your arms around his waist, leaning up to lick at his face.

“Alright. Easy, girl. Easy.” He says with a smile, pushing you off him and ruffling your hair as he steps past you. He shrugs off his jacket, hanging it up and settling on the couch. “I had a long day, y'know? Could at least let me through the door before you jump all over me.”

“But I missed you.” You whine as he pushes you away from him, following him closely as he moves to sit on the couch.

“Yeah, yeah. I missed you, too, pup.” Leon says with a grin, patting his lap. He waits for you to jump in his lap, leaning back comfortably. “C'mere, then. Don't you wanna come sit with daddy?”

Your tail wags lazily behind you as you shift closer, straddling his lap happily. His hands settle on your waist to tug you closer, and he rubs small circles into you with his thumb.

“Missed you.” You repeat softly, cuddling close to him.

“You’re a sweet girl.” He nuzzles his nose into your head and caresses your hair. “A good girl…”

Leon hums quietly and his hand starts to wander along your side and up towards your chest. “And beautiful, too. Can't believe I got so lucky, baby.”

You giggle softly at that, tail wagging just a little bit faster as you press your chest into his hand, shivering as his thumb brushes your sensitive nipple over your shirt.

“D'you wanna play with me, daddy?” You ask softly, trying to press as close to him as possible. Your hips start moving on their own, rutting your aching pussy against the hard muscle of his thigh. You bury your face in his neck, inhaling his scent deeply. He always smells so good when he gets back from work, sweat clinging to his skin.

“I just got back, baby. What's got you so worked up, huh?” He teases softly, grabbing your hips and adjusting them so you're grinding down onto his steadily hardening cock over his pants instead. He groans softly, reaching around to pet the base of your sensitive tail.

That gets a twitch and a whine from you, making the corner of his mouth tug up into a lazy smile. He rocks his hips up into you until he's fully hard and leaking.

“Alright, alright. C'mon, puppy. Let's get you to bed.” He grunts, trying to act like he isn't as desperate as you. His voice is low and gravelly, brows furrowed in concentration as he lifts you up, carrying you to the bedroom.

He plops you down on the bed, kicking his shoes off and pulling off his jacket. His hands roam your body, tugging off your clothes as he runs his palms along your curves. His eyes take you I'm greedily, his hands working to undress himself instantly.

“Fuck.” He groans as you shift on your hands and knees, ass up in the air as soon as you see his cock. His cock twitches, pre-cum leaking and staining his stomach. “Always so eager…”

All he gets is a whine and an ass wiggle in response. You lift your tail straight up, presenting your glistening pussy for his hungry eyes. “Daddy, please…”

“Yeah, yeah. I got you.” He murmurs, settling between your legs. He runs the pads of two fingers between your glistening folds, dragging them from your clit to your entrance, gathering the slick dripping from you before pushing them inside.

He thrusts them in and out a few times, letting you get used to the intrusion. Not that you need it - your pussy is always so drippy, sucking him in greedily every chance it gets. He curls his fingers, earning a low moan from you, your cute ears pressing firmly against your head.

“That's it.” He coos, repeating the action every time his fingers are half buried inside of you. “There's my good girl. You want my cock, don't you, sweet thing?”

All you can manage is to babble please repeatedly, already so desperate for him. He's not sure how he ever managed without you. You always make him feel so wanted, and not just when he's buried balls deep inside of you. It's nice. Makes an unfamiliar warmth build in his chest, something he hasn't felt since he was still a bright-eyed kid in the police academy.

“Don't worry, baby, I got what you need.” He says softly, pulling his fingers out of you and rubbing your juices onto the sheets before grabbing your hips. His breath hitches as he slides his length into your tight heat, his head tilting back in pleasure before he lets out a low moan.

He leans over you, pressing some of his weight against you as he starts to thrust slow and deep. He presses his lips to the back of your neck before leaning back, his thrusts picking up in pace.

“Such a pretty puppy.” He groans, gripping your tail to pull you back against him every time he fucks into you. The room is filled with your needy moans and the sounds of your sloppy pussy.

“Daddy…” you whine, drool spilling past your lips and onto the pillow your face is smashed against. He can feel you tightening around him, so he knows you're close. He adjusts his angle slightly so he rubs up against that sweet spot that makes you see stars every time he pushes in.

“C'mon, cum for me, pretty girl.” He grunts, hand tightening on your tail as the other slides up from your hip to your waist, giving him more leverage ti rock you back onto his cock.

“Fuck, daddy… cummin’!” You moan, your walls clenching so tight around him you almost push him out. He presses his hips against your ass and thrusts shallowly, keeping him buried deep inside of you as his tip grinds against your cervix.

His mouth hangs open as he feels you gushing all over him, his breath caught in his throat as his cock jumps and kicks against your cervix, the feeling of your pussy fluttering around him making him shoot ropes of his cum deep inside of you.

You whine softly again, slumping against the crumpled sheets. His breathing is slightly heavy as he drops his weight on you, pressing you against the bed.

You grunt at the feeling of him dropping on top of you, wriggling yourself free with a soft huff. You cuddle up to him after, ignoring the feeling of his cum leaking down your thighs. You give him a few locks to his stubble cheeks before cuddling up to him with a smile.

“Sleepy.” You huff softly, nuzzling into his neck with a content sigh, your eyes fluttering shut. He lazily wraps an arm around you, tugging you closer to him and petting your back.

“I bet. C'mon, baby. Think we deserve a nap.” He murmurs, kissing your forehead before letting his eyes shut, too.

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obx-pogue4life · 2 months

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Consequences

Authors Note: Hi everyone :) This one got a little weird but what's new lol I hope you like it. I feel a bit rusty too so please ignore any typos or grammar shit I missed. I'm easing back into writing and I had a lot of fun with this one! Thanks for participating in the poll and please leave me some feedback on if you liked this!

Summary: You hook up with Rafe on a one night stand and leave him while he's getting ready only he finds you and lets you know just how much he doesn't like being ditched like that.

Warnings: Language, dirty talk, hooking up, one night stands, rough play, spanking, cnc, bratty reader, rafe being rafe, a ton more im sure but I can't think of them!

"Shit" you thought to yourself. You were getting a drink at the bar when you spotted him. The guy you hooked up with last night. Rafe Cameron. You chugged your drink and slammed it down on the counter with a crash. "Was this dude following me?" You thought to yourself again. You needed to play it cool because that was just a one time thing. You weren't into starting anything with anyone and just wanted to have fun. That's why you came out tonight, to find your next conquest. Hump 'em and dump 'em was your unofficial motto and you lived for one night stands. You liked to quickly move on to the next, no real feelings involved and no one gets hurt.

The bartender handed you another drink and you threw this one back giving an exasperated sigh after hoping to catch the attention of the cute guy at the end of the bar. You glanced his way to try and make eye contact with him but instead noticed someone else charging towards you in a rush. You pretended not to notice and quickly turned on your heels and started to walk away towards the exit. You needed to get out of there quickly because of course, Rafe would find you at this bar of all places and of course, he would try and confront you about last night. You knew he wanted you for more than just one night but you still slept with him anyway. You just couldn't walk away from such a sure thing with someone like him. He was drop dead gorgeous but a force to be reckoned with. His hard exterior intrigued you but he never seemed interested in you enough for you to take seriously until yesterday. That's when you made your move and how you ended up in his bed this morning and how you conveniently left while he was cleaning up.

You ducked down the hallway by the bathrooms and were quickly approaching the back exit but just as you put your hand on the door you felt two strong arms grip your waist and spin you around. "Oh my gosh, Rafe! Hi! What are you doing here?" You tried to play it off cool. "I really need to get going but it was nice to see you" and you leaned in for a quick kiss on the cheek and started to turn around again. You let out a slow breath as you reached for the handle to push again, silently praying that your little fake shocked "oh hi" stunt worked. You walk through the door and let out a sigh of relief only to be startled by the sound of your name falling from Rafe's lusty and angry sounding lips.

"Don't fucking walk away from me y/n" he says in a harsh but desperate tone. "Why did you fucking leave like that this morning?"

"I...umm..." you fumbled with your words for a minute but quickly got it together. You faced him now and took in your scenery around you. It was your classic back alley way. A narrow brick wall lining each side of you, random graffiti spray painted in various places, old cardboard boxes and a dumpster by the door you just came out of. "Y/N!" Rafe said sterenly. "Come on, what fucking gives?"

You gave him your best smile and reach out to touch his cheek. "You know what they say Rafey, always leave 'em wanting more..." you trail off trying to turn and leave again. His hand catching your arm before you could escape.

"So that's it? That's how it's gonna be?" You shrug your shoulders and give him an unamused smirk.

"Fuck, you're such a bitch y/n" he said running his hand over the top of his head. "You played me and for what? Dinner? A place to sleep? A decent fuck? I don't get it, I really liked you and I thought you felt the same. It took a lot for me to even go out last night and when I saw you were alone for once, I decided to shoot my shot"

"I don't know what to say Rafe" you say annoyed. I really need to go tho-" but he yanks your arm hard and cut you off.

"Oh you're not going anywhere yet" he says angrily. You roll your eyes at him and try to shove him off. "Let go of me, you asshole" you shout.

"I am not the asshole in this situation y/n. You are and I think it's about time someone taught you a lesson. Tell me y/n, do you do this to all your dates or am I just the lucky one" he questions, sounding hurt but slightly amused. You stayed completely silent but roll your eyes at him again. You can see his one hand clench into a fist and feel the other tighten his grip on you even more. "I swear to God if you roll your eyes at me one more fucking time, you're gonna regret it. Stop being such a disrespectful cunt."

You smirked at him completely intrigued by his outrage and let out a muffled giggle. "Oh yeah Rafey, what are you gonna do out here to me? Yell at me? Call me names? Your such a blowhard, just let me go you asshole so we can both move on. Let me go or you're gonna be the one whose fucking sorry," you spat out.

Suddenly a look of complete abandon comes over Rafe's face as he gives you a creepy unhinged smile. His eyes go black and he cocks his head to the side and takes a step closer to you, removing any inch of distance between you. "Is that a threat?" He asks grabbing your other arm and pushing you into the brick wall next to the dumpster. He was so close you could feel his pulsating, bulging cock through his pants. Smiling to yourself you think "maybe I could get into this, like finally a guy that's full of surprises" and you shake your head and take a deep breath in and let it out slowly, looking into his eyes as he brings your hands over your head and pushes them into the hard bricks. It kind of hurts but you like it. "Maybe I misjudged you..." you said outloud.

"Maybe you did...he answers you and starts kissing your neck.

He hoisted you up a little against the wall and in a fever of rushed kisses and animalistic grunting you were getting so turned on and so wet it was starting to pool between your legs. He sucked on a particularly sensitive spot on your neck and you moaned his name so loud you could feel him immediately smirk into your neck. He ran his tongue over the shell of your ear and started sucking and nibbling on your ear lobe, a spot he found last night that drove you wild. He had his knee in between your legs helping hold you up and you were shamelessly humping and riding his thigh when he abruptly stopped and let you down with a thud. You didn't even have time to think before he put your hands over your head again and said "close your eyes and don't you dare fucking move."

Against all your instincts and better judgement you let your excitement take over and did exactly as you were told. Next thing you knew, your dress was being ripped down the middle and thrown from your body. "Rafe! What the hell" you started to yell and go towards the ruined material only to feel him shove you hard up against the bricks again, scraping your bare skin and prickling at your delicate flesh. "Ow! "That hurts, you dick," you yell at him. "Deal with it" he said nonchalantly. You roll your eyes at his glib attitude. "You're such a prick. You ruined my dress! How am I supposed to get home with no clothes?!" you shouted furiously.

"Who says you're going home right now?" he growled back at you with a question. "And how was I supposed to know that you weren't wearing any underwear" he said smirking. "Who knew you were such a little hoe" he laughed. You're bare pussy and exposed tits we're on full display for him and anyone who ventured into the alleyway. "Lighten up y/n we're just messing around, it'll be fine, just relax" he said taking off his button down. "You can use this later but only if you take your punishment like a good girl. I can see it going both ways actually because something tells me you don't take orders very well. I told you not to roll your eyes at me and you just couldn't help yourself. This is your fault. These are the consequences of your actions.

He grabbed you harshly by your arm and spun you around to face the brick wall. Kicking both your feet to the sides, he roughly feels you up over your ass and his fingertips graze your soaking pussy. "Don't move" he says coldly. You couldn't believe how turned on you were considering you were in a pretty rough spot but it was so thrilling that you couldn't help but be turned on. Smiling to yourself you look over your shoulder and lock eyes with Rafe. "Did I tell you, you could turn around? He says angrily.

"No," you say in a pouty voice. Two can play this game and if he wants to do this then it might as well be entertaining, you thought to yourself.

"Turn around, put your hands on the wall and lean forward like a good girl for once in your fucking life" he says. You do as your told and feel his hands caress the smooth skin of your ass. He cups your cheeks and jiggles them a little and you love how good his hands feel on your aching and needy body. His fingers move their way to your aching core and he lightly traces your dripping folds, teasing you. You moan out in pleasure and he stops immediately. "You enjoying this y/n?" He asks and you nod your head and instantly say yes. He gives you three hard smacks on your bottom and then grips your ass cheeks again harshly. "I don't think you're ready..." he trails off.

"I'm ready!" You say quickly and instantly regret it when you hear him darkly chuckle. "Oh you silly little slut," he chuckles menacingly. "You're no where near ready but that's ok. You want it, you've got it," he says ominously.

His finger quickly find your puckering hole and make its way inside you, roughly and without caution. You squirm uncomfortably but don't move. "Mmmm good girl" he praises. "Let's add another finger."

Quickly he adds a second and then a third. You have tears streaming down your face but at the same time it feels so good you can't help but let out a pleasurable moan. You can tell your body is about to give in even more when he abruptly stops and pulls his fingers out. "You like this don't you y/n?" You could feel the breeze against your bare and exposed flesh and it makes you shiver. "Yes" you said quietly. "I thought so, such a little whore for me, outside, naked and bent over" he gloats. "Now...you're ready."

With your hands still on the wall you hear him undo his pants and you mentally prepare for his cock. He is so big and not in the way that most guys think they are. He was actually huge, longest and thickest cock you'd ever laid eyes on. He looks unreal. Most definitely not the norm and most definitely well above average. You wiggle your ass towards him eager to feel him inside you. "You want this cock again y/n?" He asks you. "Fuck yes. Pleaseeee Rafe" you say wiggling your ass at him again. You can hear him fiddling with his belt buckle and then suddenly you feel a hard and painful smack on your ass. "Shit! What the hell Rafe!" you shriek. He yanks you back by your hair and whispers in your ear. "Count with me to 10 or I'll keep going until you do" he growls, nibbling your ear just a tad before harshly shoving your head back towards the wall. "Raf-" you were cut off by a swift smack from his belt. "Fuck" you say, tears coming to your eyes."

"Y/n" he said testily. He hits your ass again, harder this time. You yelped out in pain but quickly say "one" and swallow it down. "That's a good girl, keep going" he says coldly. Over and over again, he spanks you with his belt. Your ass is on fire and you are full on crying in the alleyway but there is not a sole in sight. Your tortured cries are blending in with the booming music from behind the closed door you came out of earlier. No one can hear you.

"Nine" you cry out, shaking and crying so badly you don't think you can take another smack from him. You can feel the welts forming. It feels horrible but a small part of you is enjoying it. "Last one y/n and then we're done. You ready?" You sniffle and sigh but shake your head and say yes. He swats you the hardest yet as you sob out "ten" to his complete enjoyment and pure satisfaction.

"Turn around and look at me y/n" he says harshly. You reluctantly turn around to face him and all you see is a blank and eerie expression. If you didn't know better you would almost think he looks sad. "Your actions have consequences. Everything you do, everyone you play, has to deal with the repercussions of your selfish bull shit. You act like a whore, you get treated like a whore. It's as simple as that. Don't mess with peoples emotions. It WILL catch up to you. You act like trash, you get treated like trash.

"Is that so" you challenge, reaching for his button down. He quickly moves it away and places it on top of the dumpster next to you. He takes a step closer to you and moves a piece of hair out of your eyes and tucks it behind your ear. Looking up at him your legs buckle a bit and he catches you and sits you on top of his shirt on the dumpster lid. The dumpster has two lids on it and the one on the other side of where you sit was open. "This is gross, help me back down, I'll be ok to stand" you say peering over, completely disgusted.

"Oh I don't really give a fuck if you can stand or not y/n" he says shooting daggers at you with his eyes.

"What are you talking about, why am I sitting up here then? Help me down Rafe, come on" you plead.

"No" he says simply and starts walking over to where your ripped dress is on the ground. He picks it up and tosses it into the open end of the dumpster. "Hey! My dress! What are you doing?" You shout.

"I told you, you act like trash, you get treated like trash and that extends to your belongings too y/n."

"You're such a dick, you know that? You spit at him.

"Well...since you already think so..." he says walking back over to you and giving his shirt your body is sitting on a few hard yanks. He frees his shirt, you tumble into the open dumpster and see the outline of his body walking away from you, back towards the door of the club. "RAFE CAMERON WHAT THE FUCK" you scream! He turns around one last time and takes a few steps back towards you and sighs. "I told you y/n, you act like trash, you get treated like trash. End of story" he shrugs, tossing you his button down and his belt. I think you can make these work so you can get home without getting arrested...he trails off, walking away. You didn't have any snappy comeback or harsh words to say to him. You watch him walk away without looking back and when the door slams closed, all you can do is look around and shout "fuck" into the emptiness.

Thanks so much for reading! I appreciate it and I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to reblog, like and/or leave a comment! 🩵🩵🩵

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some-rotten-nest · 1 year

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Random DC/DP headcannons bc I can't sleep

Expect many typos

Danny hates storms, especially thunderstorms bc of the lighting cracking in the sky

Danny wears a power cuff like a bracelet that dampens his more violent powers bc he's scared of them (wail, large-scale ice like with undergrowth etc)

In one of his magazines, instead of bullets Jason keeps solid ectoplasm just in case, and so it's not conspicous

In his Phantom form Danny has a streak of black hair where his white usually is

Jason is fright knight (unless it's a Jason-Danny biologically related fic. Ghost Zone law says no one you share blood with (clones included) can become fright knight (but they can join the court and have other ranks))

Danny made a contingency plan against himself and with the help of a sibling (Cass most likely, though she did seem a bit sad) got it on the bat-computer. Password protected so Danny can't get into it. Bruce doesn't know and won't know until/if Danny goes bad. Bruce made a separate one for him.

Tim gets low and non-harmfil doses of ectoplasm in his coffee bc it is like a shit ton of caffeine for a living person. (Yes, some Amity Park drinks have ectoplasm in them too)

Danny asks Bruce, Tim and Lucius for help with Ghost King Shit TM

Duke has to squint when looking directly at ectoplasm (Danny's trying to find some solution but there isn't one)

Jason has a shadow core

Damian got extinct animals from Danny as a birthday gift multiple times (a dodo bird named Delilah, a messenger pigeon names Luke and a splendid posion frog named Ares)

To piss Bruce off, Jason got a pterodactyl he's named Flynn that he takes on patrol. Safe to safe, people get a hella more scared of Red Hood. Bruce hates it but Jason does actually love Flynn and Bruce can't bring himself to take Flynn awya

Danny made a patrol playlist for every member of the bat family and beyond bc he has one for when he goes out as Phantom (they all listen to their playlists and love them)

Before Danny was fully pulled into the family, he'd flinch at Dick's escrima sticks and still catches himself staring the weapon, his heart pounding

Danny found out Captain Marvel was a kid bc while on a mission with him, Captain Marvel pointed out that there was a pirate ship hovering above them and that Danny should probably deal with that. He'd, and any other Amity Parker that overhead, never laughed so badly in his entire life. Billy was never so scared & confused.

Bart and Danny are friends bc Dan had leveled most of the future before the Beatles took over what was left (I'm actually not that sure about Bart's backstory so feel free to correct me if something's wrong here)

Cass and Danny have staring contests alot. Sometimes the others think they've fallen asleep with their eyes open. They didn't.

Danny had a Twitter account for Phantom without Bruce knowing, but when Steph was trying to convince Bruce to let her have one she mentioned it and Danny had to delete it (he has an alt he now posts every embarrassing thing Batman does and has ever done)

Puns. So many puns between Dick & Danny.

Danny mumbles in his sleep

Crows flock to Danny like hungry tigers. Damian's envious but he gets to pet & feed them so it's mostly okay.

GW likes Jason and let's him borrow books whenever he wants to (also any destroyed book ends up with GW but that's a pretty common hc) but Jason has to swear not to give them to Danny. Not that Danny wants them.

Duke is helping Tucker out with studies and Tucker Duke with tech. Technus sometimes shows up too to help.

Johnny and Jason are dEAD bffs

Sam and Babs get on like a house on fire

Talia met Danny and they're actually friendly to each other. Sure, she's trying to trick Danny into giving her his throne, but Danny knew that and wasn't about to let that happen

Danny will randomly punch his siblings, smirk, then bow and say "my leige" and run away. The sibling now has the crown and is chasing to punch Danny back because honestly fuck that

Constantine is slightly terrified of Danny and Bruce uses it like a threat-- "John, if you don't answer, Danny will contact you." It works like a charm

When too excited, Danny and Jason will start talking in Ghost speech. It freaks everyone else but Damian and Cass out bc the same sounds came from the pits

Take, edit, have fun with whatever you want here. It's just bs that crawls around my brain for funsies and won't let me sleep.

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metatronhateblog · 6 months

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Little bit of progress on the angelic language

I have several drafts of 'theories' and various things I've noticed in the show, but I thought I would share a little about this before I share any of those cause I know I mentioned it in my last post.

The Angelic Language...or whatever you wanna call it.

A week or two ago (I cannot remember how long it's been...probably only a week) my sister @lady-of-the-puddle and I printed off a shit ton of screenshots I took (I'll share my doc if anyone is super interested but there's nothing important in it as I've been doing all my work on paper.) From there we sat down, did a little matching of characters with real languages but frankly didn't bother spending too long with that cause frankly we're here to do more trial and error. But also it takes a long time to hand write in tons of different possible letter combinations on sheets of paper that we had to print out in black and white.

I previously took a screenshot from the scene where Michael is discussing the plan for Armageddon 2 Electric Boogaloo. I had a few thoughts on it and I'm wondering if it's quite possibly a key of sorts.

Here's a couple images of it. The first being the screenshot, the second being me adjusting the lighting so you can make out the symbols a little better.

As you can see there's two sets of symbols here and I have a couple theories as to what they mean but nothing quite lines up?? So there's that.

Here's my kinda half-assed notes on it that probably don't mean too much?

My theory here is maybe that it says something like 'The Earth' but if it does the characters don't match up where the 'H's would be soooo. My other thoughts on this were why on earth would Michael's bullet points be in English but everything else not? They're angels that clearly have their own language. Also why is the title on the document folder written in English and not this language? (I ask too many questions.)

My sister and I have tried a series of different letter combinations there and wrote them down in my screenshots of the giant ass text walls they show in the replay footage.

So far, nothing much has turned up (but also we've been super busy and haven't been able to try much.)

That being said, another thing I've found that...I find weird but I'm not sure what it means is that certain text walls seem to match other text walls for lack of better phrasing.

For example...

And I have closer images where Uriel and Saraquael's text change and match each other and you can make out symbols that the other cuts off, but to be honest I'm not sure how to show that too well without sending my photos through an editor. (I think my favorite thing about working with my sister on this is for whatever reason we both keep thinking these characters look like something we've seen in Nancy Drew games before.)

That's...really all I have for now. I haven't had much time to work on this and won't as I'm recently full-time and also in the middle of con-crunching. I just thought I'd share what my sister and I found a week ago (or however long it was as time has no meaning to me) because I'd mentioned it in my previous post about the all the scenes in the opening with Jim.

There will be more to come soon (maybe not with the language right now because that takes a lot of time and con-crunching is...well con-crunching) but I have several more posts drafted. Plenty talking about the opening sequence. A few about other things because my sister and I are losing our minds over this shit.

But soon enough you'll get to here lots about...typos and recurring things and out of place things. But for now, here's what little I have with this. I'll be back with more observations and speculation soon.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens meta #very stressed and tired #I haven't had time to work on this for like a week or so now...#i have no clue how long it's been #what is time for it has no passage

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catragemiau · 10 months

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I'm getting fucked up on rum and rewatching Good Omens 2 because I hate myself

Have I ever told you how I hate and don't understand alcohol (I'm drunk rn btw OH THE IRONY) I didn't but I want to abuse the blogging heart of Tumblr to write my rambling down

Expect a lot of typos and incorrect usage of words, I'm awful at English even when I'm not myself.

I've always been amazed by alcoholics. The alcohol, even the best one, has DISGUSTING taste and smell but the thing about it is that it makes your head feel funny and apparently that's enough to ignore the awful sensations you get while drinking it. I'm not particularly into "symbols" and "signs" but A LOT of different little things has convinced me that if I ever start drinking, I'll become an alcoholic.

I started drinking when I was at my internet friend's place in the capital city after I got dumped around 8 months AND half-year ago by two different people who didn't even considered me as their partners lmao. Being asexual in a country with obsession with sex and patriarchy is INTERESTING but that's a discussion for another day. I drank some disgusting cyder and got fucked up after one? two cans?? And then I went to sleep during Terminator 2 because I wasn't used to consuming alcohol. At the age of 22 I think.

I started ordering cocktails at a karaoke bar we were visiting pretty often with irl friends. Apparently they were quite shitty since they were using cheap alcohol and were VERY weak to hide the awful taste. I was okay with that, I didn't know better.

At some point I got acquainted with rum. I think it started with cocktail drinks at that karaoke bar. And at small parties my friend had when he still lived in this city. I can't say I felt in love with it but it's the type of alcohol drink I'm most okay with. Tastes and smells like shit but at least I can bear this type of shit.

For an alcohol beverage, rum is most bearable for me. It STILL tastes like shit but for alcohol it's actually quite good. Now's the time I actually start my rambling about how I don't get it.

Alcohol tastes like shit. Absolute. Abysmal. Shit.

And I still don't get it. After drinking good and AWFUL alcohol.

I'm supposed to be an alcoholic and I'm still convinced if I was normal mentally, I'd be one. But I'm not. I hate how alcohol tastes. And still I'm drinking it, even right now. I FUCKING LOVE RUM I hate rum fuck my life.

I like cocktails when they're made of good and best alcoholic beverages and a shit ton of flavoring agents to kill the taste of alcohol. I like mint cocktails, I LOVE MOJITO. How could people hate mojito??? What's wrong with them. STILL, even if I like cocktails, they're shit. They taste like shit.

I'm amazed by alcoholics. I'm amazed by my friends who can get shitfaced by awful alcohol and then do it again in a few weeks or even days. They can suppress the feeling of tasting shit to get funny feeling in their head. To forget. I don't get it. I wish I could - it would've made my life so much easier, but I can't. It all tastes like shit.

I don't know if I'm autistic or not and I can't even get checked in this country. But I know for the fact that alcohol is SHIT. I can't get addicted to it even if I want to. Even if it makes me feel how I wish I could feel everyday. How I should feel to make my life easier because caring about everything that happens in my life is awful. You know that killing people is bad? You can get in jail here if you say it out loud. Discussion for future when we're legally allowed to talk about it when it all ends.

How can people drink cheapest shittiest alcohol just to forget things? Just to not feel? Do they do it consciously? Do they do it because they forgot why they even started it? Do they do it just because they can? They don't ask of themselves that much, that's for sure.

How can people do things with addiction when it hurts you at first? Do they just not care? Do they not feel the pain that comes with the first step? How do you ignore it? Experience or brain chemistry?

Y'know, I actually love singing. I forget I do but I still do it when I don't feel like shit. Or when I do feel like COMPLETE SHIT. I feel 120% when I'm drunk and I wish my friend would have more parties which end up in improvised karaoke night just so I could express myself the one of two ways I love to. But he's in another city and visits us once half-year. Other than that I'm rarely invited to anything. And I tend to have conflicts with my friends because I'm very demanding of them and of myself but I don't talk about it. I don't like to show it but then I do show it and fuck up everything. Being friends with good people is hard.

Will Wood writes great music. I need to buy a piano to remember my music school times. I still wish my parents would gave me away to guitar or violin teachings but piano is good too.

It was supposed to rain today but it didn't.

To my sober self: stfu. Don't delete this. Learn to deal with cringe.

And you, the follower I've seen for a while or a random person that just decided to waste their time. Tell me about your favorite drink. I love to taste new things. And I probably love you <3 Keep it up. You have to.

#cat says #cat rambling #holy shit I legit need to get drunk more often #there's no Adderall instead we have A LOT OF ALCOHOL

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jlf23tumble · 8 months

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Bless you, @alienfuckeronmain, love these games!

Relationship Status: Third rail status, bb!

Favorite Color: Stealing your answer on hooker's green because I'll take green in all her forms, but for real, how can you pick any color??? I feel them all every day!

Favorite Food: Varies on mood, but it pretty much always involves cheese.

Song Stuck in My Head: Vampire, Ms. Olivia Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrodrigo

Last thing you Googled: How long prohibition lasted (I'm in a food-related affinity group at work, and every Friday, the mod sends out a food-related quiz that I tend to try and cheat via google search)

Time: 11:31 PM

Dream Trip: Lately, I'm feeling the European urge, to see friends and family, and most of that is places I've already been, but in terms of dream trips, still very much want to go to India, Egypt, Mexico City

Last Thing You Read: Carrie Soto Is Back (bb)

Last Book You Enjoyed Reading: It was a bit mixed because it was a deep dive into Julia Morgan's work, which I loved/enjoyed, but the ending is just brutally sad about how she died.

Favorite Thing to Cook/Bake: I'm so into things that are a one (pot) and done, so I've perfected the basics like a good Bolognese, a roast chicken, a whole pile of enchiladas.

Favorite Craft to do in Your Free Time: Anything photography related!

Most Niche Dislike: I'm gonna go based on profession, and as an editor, I know I'm supposed to be some kind of asshole word nazi about typos in the wild, etc., but I truly don't give a shit when I'm off the clock, and it annoys the fuck out of me when anyone professional writers/editors get so goddamned annoyed about it, people make mistakes when they're smashing keys, we ALL do, who gives a shit, let it goooooooooo. Pay me? I'll care. Don't pay me? I won't.

Opinion on Circuses: Human performers? Yes, I'm assuming they consented. Animal circuses? Not so much, plus they smell (unrelated: I love how fucking random this ?? is)

Do You Have Any Sense of Direction: I SURE DO, if I've been there, I will get us in/out, if I haven't, pam will get us thru, and I can read her like a map

I should tag a bunch of people, but I feel like I left a TON of people off last time, so if you see this, PLEASE DO THIS and act as if I tagged you. Hey, you can make it a niche dislike that I didn't at you if you like, I just wanna see!

#pam = map geddit #tag games

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seasidepierre · 2 years

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hello! do you have any advice for new writers who are trying to get started in the f1 tumblr fandom ???

Hey Bub!

I'm not sure I'm the one you should seek advice from but here's what I can tell you, if that can help you just a little bit:

Create connections. If you want people to read your stuff, don't hesitate to go read theirs. Leave comments, slide in the DMs, make friends. It'll make your experience infinitely richer and you'll find some amazing people.

Don't hesitate to ask for feedbacks. You'd be surprised by how much feedback I ask for before I post. I rarely post without having sent the fic to a friend (or a couple) first, to see if I missed something, if there's a typo, if it's correct, etc etc

Tag your fics properly. Make sure that your visibility is on too! (in your blog's settings, all the way down, check that you haven't enabled "hide my blog from Google searches" as it hides it from Tumblr searches too). Don't put thousands of tags, it's pointless, but make sure to have the major ones related to the driver you're writing about. You can check my fics for inspo if you want :)

Have fun!! Don't use your Tumblr blog like you'd use Wattpad. If you only post your fics, people won't be able to connect. I regularly post silly things, just because it makes me laugh or because I think people could relate to it. I'm no God, I'm not unattainable, I want to appear as friendly as I can because I love people sliding in my ask box!

Be prepared for the nightmarish ratio you're gonna get. Writing on Tumblr is super nice and you get tons of visibility but it's also super lonely, in a way. If you take my most popular fic right now, it has close to 1.3k notes (which is insane, it still blows my mind, I feel like a complete fraud), but on those, I got only 6 comments and 15 reblogs that somewhat got me a feedback. The rest is likes and reblogs with absolutely nothing except the tags I put on myself. And it's unmotivating to the max. So make sure you do it for fun and not for the reviews, because you most likely won't have them.

Don't hesitate to ask for help! There's a lovely community here, you'll find tons of writers who can help you out.

Don't stop at rude anons. I know coming from me, it's a joke, because I spent three days in the gutter after a negative comment, but I don't want that for you.

Writing is an art. You won't be amazing at it on the first try. My first ever fics (about like 13 years ago- holy shit I am so fucking old) were absolutely fucking horrifying. I like to think that I have MASSIVELY improved lmao. Don't worry too much, it takes practice. Check prompts blogs if you feel stuck.

Remember that you don't gain anything from that. You won't get paid for it. You won't get gifts. You won't get anything but comments in return. Therefore, your writing should never be your top priority. Take your time. Life happens. If people are impatient, that's a they problem, not a you problem, okay?

Have fun, Baby Writer!

#ask #writing tips

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pianostarinwonderland · 2 years

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What went down in the enstars localization exactly? How did we get off easy?

[From here!]

Ehhh a bunch of bugs and a shit ton of grammatical errors in the beginning 🤡 and I don't mean like typos or anything. I'm talking about wrong phrasings of entire sentences. Sometimes, it looked like a Google Translate sentence. This is because it's the CN side translating Enstars. Furthermore, the official localization appeared to have plagiarized fan translations. 🤡

So at least we know that Twst isn't that bad. Sure, there's errors here and there and tls that will make us raise our eyebrows, but for the most part, damn, they really care.

#ask

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blu3haw4 · 3 months

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];<

Im upset

I said some time ago that I rebloged a fic and then clicked on it and found they used IA picture so i clicked back out becasue i didn't want to support that (also i was concerned they were using IA to writte too)

Not long after i found it again, by accident and didn't realized it was the same and read a farther chapter (that had no IA pics) before i realized and went to the beggining to find out that it was the same story.

Now, the summary is amazing, the chapter i read was incredible, so i said you know what, because one is not suposed to leave shit comment (because you should be decent human beings) imma read this shit but not fully suport it because I don't suport the use of AI for "art" and also i wasn't fully sure yet if they were using IA to write the fic

Is subscribed. After reading all about 6 chapter that were up and deciding that it couldn't be IA writing, because... it just felt real, nothing like I had read before, typos that i commit, also the time between chapters was too long for someone who's using IA to creat a story.

So i continued reading, still not supporting the use of IA, and not leaving a single comment. (Felt like shit, bit I'll get there) The story is a Rollercoaster of emotions, and I'm constantly conflicted with which character to suported or hate on each chapter, because they all have tons and tons of layers

The story just got updated today, with a chapter that in my opinion, is the BEST, obviously yet, because the story isn't finished, but it definitely is a turning point of the plot, and incredibly better than the last one (which was also great)

So here i am, conflicted. Upset and frustrated.

The author hasn't used any more IA images since chapter like... 5? We're way ahead now, and all imaged used are all edited from apps I know and use to create social media feeds chats

I am stupid and I've alway had trouble saying thing are amazing when there's big things that aren't tangled in there too. I mean friendships birthday messages, my own writing, school work, things that are necessarily part of my everyday but do happen one in a while. On the other hand, i am the devil's lawyer. I vail for the villain, always trying to find the good, and the reason on those who are tilted as the bad guys or as bad situations.

The first sounds pesimuistic. But the second one is optimistic. Because that's reality, things can't just be good or just be bad.

What I'm trying to get to is don't judge on either way, and help me figure out if and/or how, let this author know how much their story has shaken me, without being a bitch as well as not avoiding my lack of suport on IA intervention in creative processes.

Please and thank you, be gente );

#im not gonna tag this

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makarovspussy · 1 year

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best editing tip + share a 1-2 sentence preview from your WIP (if you're willing)

Oh best editing tip uhhhh. Personally something that helps me when I edit is to print my work, if I'm able. Then I can physically go over it with a pen and mark out any typos/mistakes, take notes, mark where edits need to be made, etc. I find it a lot easier to pay attention to details if I can take my printed draft in a room with softer lighting and take physical notes. Not really a technical tip, but a strategic one.

Okay so I don't have anything new I want to share from my draft of The Plagued Capital and I don't want to just reshare old shit. Instead I'll talk about some plot stuff.

I'm thinking about having Makarov be Marked by the Outsider. After doing a ton of weed and research I've decided that the Outsider, the way I want to write him, wouldn't be deterred by Makarov's complete amorality when deciding whether to offer the Mark to him. He cares about entertainment value, and Makarov's specific cocktail of circumstances is so fucked up and complex and could go off in so many different directions that the Outsider can't fucking help but offer Makarov the Mark. It would be hilarious. And this is also definitely one of the timelines where Soap and Yuri stop him from completely breaking the world, so it'll turn out fine. Hopefully. (The Outsider is never really sure which path someone might take until they cross that point of no return.)

This is not a decision I would've ever seen myself making but uh, honestly, I'm kind of like the Outsider when it comes to plotting these days. I wanna toss in a grenade and see what happens.

#inbox #solnishka1927 #thanks boo!

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obx-pogue4life · 2 months

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Consequences

Summary: You hook up with Rafe on a one night stand and leave him while he's getting ready only he finds you and lets you know just how much he doesn't like being ditched like that.

Warnings: Language, dirty talk, hooking up, one night stands, rough play, spanking, cnc, bratty reader, rafe being rafe, a ton more im sure but I can't think of them!