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iii - just say that you need me
javier peña x f!reader | chapter three of late night texts
summary: It's the year 2000. Javi is minding his own business on the porch of his pop's ranch when a text from an unknown number vibrates his phone. The only problem is, no one knows he has a phone and no one has his number.
chapter warnings: fluff. flirting. continuous romcom vibes. an: the amount of people who look forward to tuesday's makes me grin. for those who are new, i don't have a tag list. wordcount: 2.6k.
text key: bold is you/reader | italics is javi
You should say yes more.
to you or to my pop
To your pop. I know you wouldn’t say no to me.
you sure about that
I’d bet my next paycheck on it.
for you I’ll say yes to him once
Good. Now we have that out the way answer what the worst date you’ve ever been on was
shit. going with the hard hitting questions today
Just getting you to share, open up
probably when I first came back from colombia someone from my town where I live
They a bad host, bad dinner guest? Gimme more Javi cmon. You said you’d entertain me.
baby, im trying to entertain you but you told me to stop
I said stop flirting while I’m eating and answer the question
she wouldn’t stop asking me for details on escobar
Ah. Yeah I can see how discussing that would be a mood killer.
yeah didn’t wanna go in the first place either
So if we ever meet, do not ask about your Colombian experience. Got it.
you can ask, doesn’t mean I’d tell you
Ha! Good to know. I wouldn’t though. If you wanna tell me, I think you will.
thanks, what’s yours?
Well I was stood up when we first began texting. Think that’s pretty bad, enough.
he’s an idiot because only an idiot would stand you up
You haven’t seen me, remember
statement still stands
Stop being so charming.
you still eating
No.
then I can flirt
Most of the time, he ignores the mail.
Lets it pile up on the entryway dresser until his pop makes another reference to it. Unlike his pop, he is never in a rush to open them, knowing no good comes from the contents inside.
The same people contact him. The bureau being one. Sipping his coffee as he glares at the usual federal sign on the envelope, wondering how many more times they’ll try asking him to come in for a chat.
This afternoon, though, the envelope isn’t brilliant white, but rather off-cream.
Peeling a bit, thumb digging in as he drags it across, the ripping sound filling the small space. It’s only as he opens it does he realise who it’s from.
His eyes stare at the letter, taking in the number—the one in triple digits with his phone provider logo in the top corner. The number which is making him feel sick, the more he stares at it over and over again.
“Fuck.”
Folding it, he swallows.
Shit.
Motherfucker.
He stuffs it away, tucks it under magazines and other leaflets, as though by keeping it out of sight, it’ll go away.
But it's there.
The edge of it sticking out. He even blinks, and the number is there, tattooed on the back of his eyes. Taunting him—the price of speaking to you.
It's not that Javi can't afford it. He’s had a chunk of money sitting, gaining dust, in his account since he came home. Only able to force portions on his pop as and when he felt he could get away with it.
But this was a lot. More than he’d bargained on, more than he even knew he could spend simply by replying to someone.
There's a chance your day won't be done just yet—his day beginning far earlier than yours even began—but he pulls his phone out, fingers pressing into the keys.
so apparently talking to you is costly
Oh, you've had your bill.
I feel I should ask whether I'm worth it?
It’s instant—the way you make the nauseous feeling vanish. How you force it to slide back to where it came from, and in its place, warmth spreads. All accompanied by a smile on his lips.
He doesn’t want to show his hand too much. Better at concealing, playing the long game when standing face to face.
This requires a skill he hasn't yet gained. Simply focusing on not sounding ridiculous, or over the top. Unnecessary. Like some of the desperate men, he's happened to arrest over the years.
Even if his chest flutters and his mind screams, of course. Wants to ask, isn't it obvious? But he chooses something easier, uncomplicated.
yes just didn’t expect it
I had my phone bill the other day. I get it.
did your heart fall out your ass
No. But I will be eating ramen for the next month.
We can stop texting so much though, if it’s costing too much.
would rather my bill be double than stop talking to you
You’re such a flirt.
He drains the rest of his mug, leaning back in the chair—hearing the sound of approaching boots from his Pop’s side of the house. Fingers typing, all hurried and determined
Don’t forget I’m out for drinks and a movie.
I remember don’t worry
He remembers as soon as you remind him.
Realising it's the reason you're able to reply right now. You’d been telling him almost every night for the past week. All worried, as though hating the idea of breaking the nightly tradition the two of you have concocted.
In a way, Javi should have assumed the bill would be high with the number of texts the two of you have been sending. How frequent it’s been—how nice it’s been.
Nice things do usually come with a tag.
you decided on sweet or salty
Verdict is still out. You sure about waiting to do the crossword?
if we don’t do it tonight, we’ll do two the next day
You sure?
more than sure have a great time
“Y’sure you don’t fancy coming with me, Jav?”
He thinks of it, tapping his phone against his palm as he thinks of your text the other night. The one about him trying to say yes—something curling in his chest as he realises he’ll be alone, alone if he doesn’t.
A sentiment he didn’t mind on paper, but now confronted with, rather despised.
“Alright, yeah. Can—can I get changed?”
Mid-grabbing his own jacket, his Pop turns, surprise knitted into his wiry brows. “Y-yeah, sure, I’ll….”
“I’ll meet you at the truck?”
And he does. All without complaint. Plaid shirt on, a smile being forced as soon as the truck pulls off the drive. He doesn't even complain about the radio choice or the fact his Pop always takes the main roads when he could cut down the dusty roads.
When he arrives, he doesn’t mind how many hands he shakes, one after the next. He tries not to grit his teeth as each person says the usual things, they’re proud, he’s grown, when is he settling down? Each time he laughs it off. Spanish rolling from his tongue as he smiles and winks.
It’s performative.
The old version of him coming out from a hidden place.
Always there, ready, as his hand shakes another person's hand—one he’s already forgotten the name of. Someone he’s sure he’s met before, too.
It always happens. The small-town boy who took down drug cartels has become somewhat of a celebrity tale. A thing to gawk at when he visits the store. Chucho's boy who ran away to Colombia and now hides away on the ranch.
For the amount of time it's been, he'd foolishly expected it to die down—but it hasn't. Not enough, anyway.
After enough time, he excuses himself, sneaking down the corridor near the bathroom. Leaning against the wall, fingers trying to rub out a knot that hasn’t yet appeared in his skull. The one pulsing, threatening to build behind his eye.
He’s unsure what he wants to do, what he needs. Retrieving his phone, just clicking around, before finding himself on your texts—feeling better for it.
Reading them back, smirking at some, smiling wide at others. A shape forming in his head, little details he’d amassed to make up you. A person he was pretty sure meant more to him than evening company, but it seemed tricky to delve too far into it.
That is until his phone vibrated.
Just wanted to tell you I miss you. Even if that’s weird.
His fingers hover over the keys, a retort quick—there in his touch.
Slowly he presses it out, hearing the click even over the bar’s music as he double and triple taps each button he wants, until it forms what it is he thought:
not weird, you drunk
I’m tipsy, not drunk. Still mean it.
good cause i miss you too
you never said how the movie was
As someone who flies a lot, I shouldn’t have watched it.
that bad
Will probably have to hold the hand of my seat mate the next time work makes me fly.
I’m sure they won’t mind
Depends on the length of my nails I guess.
some people don’t mind nails clawing in certain situations
You trying to tell me you like nails down your back, Javi?
if the situation is right, yes
What about in your hair?
now who’s being a tease
I’m learning so much tonight.
and your putting images in my head
I’d love to know what I look like in it, since you haven’t seen me.
beautiful, you look beautiful
My face is burning.
your day been ok
Yeah, was fine. Work has been rough.
you want to talk about it
Not really, it’s stupid anyway. Plus, would rather do the crosswords and hang with you.
you do have two to make up to me
Best get giving me the clues then, Javi.
four letters, begins with f
Is this a Javi crossword or a real crossword
baby, cmon
Fuck?
fork
someone’s in a dirty mood
You’re such a dick. Give me a real clue.
There's not a point in time where he can track how his thoughts went from nothing to you. But, he thinks about you all the time.
Has been doing so constantly for the last two days, at least—the occasional vibrations from his phone making his lips twitch and his mind wander. Javi’s brain exploding with wonder at what your reply could say.
Sometimes, he tries not to check immediately. Test—see—how long he can go before he does. It’s not been going well.
An excitement dashing through his veins that fills his chest, warms his neck and makes a ridiculous grin appear (one he’s caught accidentally in the mirror).
The back and forth has been quicker—for as costly as it was—outside of routines and work. His fingers have even improved in the speed of tapping the same key to get one single letter.
Each text makes him feel like he learns a new nugget about you, gathering a new piece of the puzzle—an idea of you forming in front of his eyes. One he likes—craves more of—wishing for other tidbits similar to how you like coffee after breakfast, not before.
That you don’t care for birthday cake, but love cookies.
morning hermosa hope you managed to grab the coffee
He doesn’t expect to hear from you.
Remembering that your time management in the morning isn’t to be admired. You are someone who is either awake too early or too late—never in the middle.
But, when he finishes. Sweat clinging to every muscle, he’s surprised to find nothing.
Even a little disappointed.
finished up for the day, unsure whether to lounge around on the porch or push the boat out and lounge in the barn
You’ve become such a part of his day, his shoulders sink when he steps out of the shower to see nothing.
His heart slips down inside his chest, resting unsteadily on his ribs as he checks and checks. His fingers fluff his hair as he runs his fingers through it before finding a strand, twisting, and twisting.
I’m probably worrying about nothing but just let me know you’re ok
A part of him had worried this would happen.
That he would allow the attachment to grow—ropes and threads wrapping around him—and it would be taken from under his feet.
He has a history of becoming hooked—usually combining itself with his need to help, to make someone’s day better, easier.
And on paper, he knew it was odd. To care for someone he hadn’t ever even met. But he cares all the same.
Copious amounts, in fact.
Far past an, ‘I miss you’—something else entirely, not that he’d admit as much.
hermosa I’m really getting worried now
He doesn’t want to call.
Doesn’t want to invade your privacy, your space. But it’s knotting inside of him. The things he’s seen, rushing to the surface, pecking away, making him overthink.
His mind conjures ideas that you’re hurt, wounded. That you’re crying, alone. Each flash of his past has the curated blob-of-a-face he’s created for you, written over it.
His fingers twitch, hand moving to his pocket before remembering there are no cigarettes to be found there. He quit. Ages ago. Felt better for it—for the most part—until now.
Now when all he wants is to focus on the taste, the way smoke swirls with the warm Texas air—
Hey, I'm so sorry, I had a bad day. Just didn’t check my phone.
shit hermosa, you scared me.
almost called you.
Really?
yeah
Would you?
what call you
Yeah?
[Dialing number…]
you declined
I did
His heart sinks, crashes, and plummets.
Then a new vibration, one that travels down his fingers to his wrist, suddenly staring at an instruction: Give me your landline number, be cheaper. For both of us.
Glancing into the living room, he taps the number in for you. Hating each precious second he wastes by having to delete a letter that should be a number.
Pushing the chair back, hearing it screech as he hovers. Nervousness thumps through him, making him shake, vibrate.
Staring, willing the phone to ring.
Even as he tries to collect himself, his mind has already begun running away from him. Hearing his pulse thump in his ear, thump, thump—
And then it’s ringing—you’re ringing.
His voice shouts out he’ll get it as he picks up the phone from the hook.
“Javi… that you?”
Grinning, he laughs, light and airy. “Hi. Yeah, it’s me.”
Silence blankets his ears and the air, thumb circling a knot in his forehead.
Smiling, he changes the phone to his other ear. “Knew you’d sound pretty. You have a nice voice.”
“Shut up, Javi. I’ve said three words.”
“And a few more.”
He hears you suck in a breath as heat rushes to his ears, feeling the edges of his lips curl into a smile.
“You wanna talk about it or talk about something else?”
He hears you take a breath another breath. Different this time, all accompanied by a shuffling sound from your end.
“Something else. If that… that’s okay?”
“Yeah, sure. Alright, lemme… lemme think for a second—“
You clear your throat, “You have a nice voice, too, by the way.”
Pausing, he bites the inside of his cheek. “Like you imagined?”
“Better, honestly.”
“I could have called you. I have this additional thing on our plan—so my Pop could call. When I was away.”
“From when you were in Colombia?”
Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he nodded. “Yeah…”
“Well, if this conversation goes well, you may get a new number to add to your phone book.”
“That so? Who’s flirting now.”
You laugh, sweet—fluttering its gorgeous wings down the phone to his ear as he readjusts the phone.
Dropping his voice, he turns more to the walls. “So, what you wearing, baby?”
“Oh my god, Javi.”
He doesn’t even mute his laughter, just lets it flow from him—rushing through the house. Not even caring if his Pop can hear him in the next room.
"I'm wearing nothing."
"Hermosa, you tease."
You laugh, and it's different. It's rich, and makes the room glow around him, without you even being here.
"I'm not really, I'm in a baggy t-shirt."
"Not as sexy, but I'm sure I can work with it."
You snort, "Javi, stop."
He wonders if your cheeks are warm. He hopes they are.
Leaning against the wall, he smirks, if only to himself. "I like how you say my name, Hermosa."
an: thank you so much for all being wonderful, i heart you
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Fanfiction has absolutely ruined traditional books for me in the best and worst ways possible;
It’s made my expectations of the pace and amount of dopamine I should get from each and every scene skyrocket
It’s made me grow addicted to basically being able to find the exact very specific concept I crave at any moment because all I have to do on websites like Ao3 is put in the pairing or fandom and the tags I want and I can scroll however long I want until I find something that really peaks my interest, especially cause I have the luxury of passing by fics that don’t grab my attention and run away with it
Not only that but the long wait you have after hearing about a book and having to order it into your local library which could take weeks and so either a) the anticipation is building and so you either thoroughly enjoy the book or are greatly disappointed or b) by the time you get the book you are much less enthralled about it and instead of being really into it and are really just reading it for the fact you had to wait so long for it - but with fanfiction as soon as you read the tags and summary (not only can you see the amount of views, likes, comments, words and chapters) the excitement is already there and you are hit with rush after rush of dopamine.
And if the fic turns out to be disappointing or unfinished, it’s quite likely you can find a very similar fic to fulfil your needs almost immediately so you don’t stay disappointed for long.
And you get to directly interact with the fic writer which on its own I love.
Fanfic writers always have just so much love for their fic and you can often see that in their work, which with a lot of traditional writers it seems like they are dragging themselves to finish it off.
And it’s super easy to get into a fic whether or not you’re in a fandom as often you don’t really need much knowledge on the cannon material, but if you do and loved it then that strong emotional connection to characters is prebuilt, whilst with traditional writers they have to build that up which is where a lot of books fall flat, whereas if a fic writer made the same mistake then it’s okay because you already know the character from the original material.
The most mid quality fanfics often beat what I would consider 4 star books.
Also when I first discovered fanfic just so happened to be the time I was going through my first book slump (which then lasted 7 years) and I don’t know if the rush I got from fic only encouraged my book slump or if it would have lasted this long anyway, but it definitely raised my expectations and made slow-starting books difficult to bring myself to open.
Also a lot of my favourite writing concepts are things entirely found in fanfiction or just little stories/oneshots I read here on tumblr and NEVER in official published books. And if there ARE hints of them in traditional books they are usually minimal and badly written, and/or almost completely ignored in favour of smut.
And that goes onto my next point which is in fics, I know what I’m getting into before I even click on it; I’m immediately shown what type of content I’m about to consume (as in rating, the pairing(s), if there’s smut or hurt/comfort or what) whereas with books I often have to really dig to find out what sort of content is in it without buying the book and seeing the content warnings on the first few pages, which is an issue if you are trying to avoid a smut scene which was in no way hinted at in the blurb.
My main reason to try get back into traditional books is reading new content with new characters, be able to talk about it with my family (without having to explain the concept of fanfiction), and maybe possibly to put on display in my home.
But as I’ve been picking up books to read, I’m realising how much fanfic has raised my expectations for writing and having the best pick for whatever storyline I’d like and have come to the conclusion it has honestly ruined me, and possibly my attention span.
I don’t know
I’ll probably post several more-coherent posts about this later but for now enjoy my raw thoughts.
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Howdy y'all!
It seems like I can only find the wherewithal to post on Sunday these days. Please don't stop tagging me for Wednesdays, though! I have hope that I'll build up the free time for it again!
Thanks to @prettygoododds, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @larkral, @wellbelesbian, @artsyunderstudy, @nightimedreamersghost, @rimeswithpurple, @shemakesmeforget, @whatevertheweather, @ileadacharmedlife, @facewithoutheart, @cutestkilla and @alexalexinii for tagging me over the last couple of weeks!
First things first, To Heal A Broken Mind is in the homestretch, y'all! It ought to be done in the next two weeks, and then goes to my beta, and then I finally get to share it with @yellobb-old and the rest of the world! Here's a bit of softness from the final chapter:
“I love you!” I blurt, and then squeak and hide my face in his shoulder. But he doesn’t let me hide, just chuckles and lifts my head up so I’m facing him again. .
“I love you too,” he says solemnly, and I feel tears burn at the corner of my eyes. “But hold that thought. After tomorrow, say it to me again. And I’ll do the same. And we’ll start our new life…or, at least, my new life, with you in it. For good this time”
Westward Son is also on the downhill slide, both in the story and in the completion of it! I estimate that the final chapter will go up before November. Here's our crew getting to know a new friend:
Acorn knows where all sorts of forest gleanings may be had. He shows us berry bushes that still have ripe fruit, though chilled by the frost. He digs up squirrel hordes of acorns (his namesake, he chuckles), along with other nuts and seeds. And, while he is strictly a plant eater, he isn’t offended when we hunt the beasts of the forest. He even shows us the best places to set traps or string fishing lines.
When I ask him if he’s bothered by us eating meat in his presence, he’s philosophical. “Should I grow angry at the puma or the wolf because they consume the beautiful deer and rabbits? Their needs are not mine, and so I am content with eating differently from humans, because I am not human.”
The next chapter of Saving Simon Snow is coming soon, lol (and so is Simon) (warning for smutty snippet below):
It’s harder than you’d think to roll your eyes and sneer in disgust when the love of your life is rocking in and out of you, and you feel so full that you’re certain you’ll burst. But I put in the work.
“Consummated? You’re a moron, Snow,” I grumble, even as he steadily takes me apart.
He laughs. “I feel like you should call me Simon when I’m fucking you,” he says, panting.
“You’re a moron, Simon,” I repeat obediently.
Here's a little bit of tension from Snow Fox (next chapter also up in a day or two!)
Gareth comes into view, his pistol now pressed to the back of Malcolm Grimm’s head. “I tied up the Lieutenant, Sir. Shall I give the rest of these blackguards the same treatment?”
Forgive me, Baz.
“As you please,” I tell Gareth, keeping my tone light. “And no need to be gentle.”
From my CORB, The Heart in The Well, Baz is in a spot of trouble.
A sharp pain in my skull, and I found myself facing a hobgoblin. He was holding me up by my hair. Hobgoblins are related to goblins, but their skin is more greenish-grey than green, and they’re far uglier. But they eat people, just like their prettier cousins. I wondered if I was about to be their next meal.
I hoped they’d choke on me.
From what I am currently calling "Simon the TikTok Dancer" (which will absolutely not be its final name), try to guess who Simon's teacher is 😉
At least Snow’s obvious progress makes what I have to tell him tonight easier. I’ve been dreading it all day. San Diego State University starts up again on Monday, and so our dance season is over. I have to say good-bye to Snow, at least for the school year.
I indulge myself in watching him dance, not eager to bring down the mood already.
I can see spots where his control is rough, and areas where he needs more precision, but truly, he’s already beautiful to watch.
And finally, a little Simon and Baz bonding from Stars, Flowers, and Children:
Simon is bubbling over with excitement, and I can’t help being infected with his enthusiasm. The moment we reach the pond, he spins to face me with a wild grin and says, “We’ve found Blackbeard’s lagoon, Baz! His buried treasure must be nearby!”
I stare at him. What on Earth is he on about?
Simon’s smile fades a little. When he speaks again, it’s in a softer, more coaxing tone. “Come on Baz. Haven’t you ever played a game of make believe?”
Is that what this is? “I didn’t grow up around many other children,” I admit, stiffly.
Simon’s expression softens into something that looks very much like pity. It’s intolerable.
I'm actually posting well before midnight for once, so I'm going to tag generously. Welcome and join me if you'd like, friends!
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Dangerous Desires | Clement Mansell x Female Reader
@ilovewhiteroses gave this prompt for me to do. Thank you for adding to the brainrot. Hope you like this, my love! 🥰 Also, tagging @devilinlittlehope because you asked for more Clem content. Thanks for the interest. My asks are open (although i’m currently slow at answering right now) if you have any ideas/prompts or just wanna scream about him. :)
Prompt: well, if you can, could you write Clement and fem reader, where Sandy is away and he is at he casino, having fun and meets a waitress, reader. He is checking her out, the ystart talking, then after a while, they go to the elevator and stop it to have sex. Is this a good idea? 😄
Paring: Clement Mansell x Fem!Reader
Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Vaginal Fingering, Dirty Talk, Clement Mansell is his own warning, PIV sex
Summary: Clement spots you working at Sandy's casino as a waitress, he takes an interest in you
The casino was bustling this evening. You brushed down your uniform, rubbing away the stains of spilt alcohol after some guy knocked it over as you handed it to him. A stray strand of hair fell in your face and you brushed it back irritatedly. Sweat dripped down your neck and into the collar of your uniform. The dress was a little bit too tight after your holiday off in Miami. Sandy was supposed to have this shift tonight, but she bailed and cancelled, so you had to walk around in heels all day and listen to men try to hit you up.
A man that had just scrolled casually into the bar area signalled you over. He was wearing a colourful shirt with pineapples on it, his blonde hair spiked on his head, a mischievous smile on his face. His eyes followed your every movement, eyeing you from head to toe. You felt yourself grow warm underneath his piercing blue gaze. Up close, this man was gorgeous. You had never seen someone come in here looking like he did. He had this coolness to him, danger lurking beneath that easy smile.
It made you want to unwrap the layers, dig deep into him, tear off his clothes right here.
His voice sent shivers down your spine. That southern drawl made your stomach twist.
“Hey darlin’. How about a whiskey on the rocks?”
You blinked at him, momentarily stunned.
“Right, sure. I'll put your order in.”
“But I want you to bring it to me personally.”
“Oh.” You swallowed. “I can do that.”
“Say, do you have a break any time soon?”
“I—” You looked around and wondered why he was so into you.
“I know you get breaks. Why don’t you take me up to where you’re staying during one of these breaks?”
He was presumptuous. Forward. Had a massive ego, which normally wouldn’t be attractive. But there was something about him.
“I can’t leave now though. It’s extremely busy.”
“I know you can’t, but I can’t wait any longer.” His eyes darkened with arousal as he took in your long legs. “I need to have you soon, baby.”
That. That voice. The way he said it, like he would die if he didn’t get his hands on you right now. It made you feel wanted. Desired. You hadn’t felt that way in so long. You nodded your head and he flashed you a wide grin, taking his hand in yours. You guided him to the elevator of the hotel that was above the casino where you were staying during your search for a new place to live.
You both entered the elevator and it closed with a soft sound. You pressed the level of your room and his eyes found yours. You weren’t even up two floors yet when he grabbed you and pressed you against the wall of the elevator. His one large hand pinned both your wrists above you and before you could say anything, his hot mouth was on yours. He kissed you furiously, like he didn't want to breathe. His tongue curled into your mouth and all words and thoughts died down on a moan.
“I said I couldn’t wait,” he whispered into your mouth.
Your body melted as his hard, toned body pressed into you, his beard scraping your jaw as he kissed and nipped down your throat.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy in this dress. Look at your legs. I’d love to see what they look like over my shoulders as I eat you out. Would you like that? I bet your pussy is already soaked.”
You moaned as he bit into you hard enough to cause a bruise. You knew your boss was going to murder you for it, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was that his hands were on you, that his mouth never strayed from your skin, that he kept talking dirty to you. You arched in his grasp as he licked over the line of your collarbones, edging the strap of your uniform with his tongue. His one hand moved, the other still restraining you, as he slid the straps down and exposed your chest. You were lucky you had on expensive underwear (it was expected to show it off sometimes for work) and his eyes hooded in arousal.
“My, my, you’re even more gorgeous with your clothes off.”
His mouth immediately descended and his teeth grazed over your hardened nipple over the material of your bra. He sucked it into his warm, wet mouth. You rocked into him, body shuddering from pleasure. You wanted to moan his name and remembered you didn’t know it. He could see you were struggling for words so he said, “Name’s Clement. But you can call me Clem. Let me hear you.”
His palm came to grasp you in his strong hand, massaging, teasing. He tweaked your nipple and you moaned his name. His mouth was expertly playing with the other breast and you were so eager you couldn’t keep from wanting to play with his soft looking hair. He seemed to know exactly what you needed because he released you, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders as both his hands slid down the length of your body to the end of your dress. He smoothed the edge of your dress up your legs until your panties were exposed. He clicked his tongue.
“I can already see how wet you are from here. You want me that bad, baby?”
Your knuckles tightened on the material of his shirt. Your head hit the back of the elevator when Clement dragged his fingers over your slick folds. You whimpered and he smirked, his eyes glistening. He moved his fingers over you until he found that spot, that little nub of pleasure, and circled it hard and fast with no warning. He grinned like a feral animal as you rocked into him, arching your spine, sighing his name again.
Somehow through all of this, the haze of how he knew what to do with you, he had unbuckled his belt, his cock was nudging against your entrance, and he stared you dead in the eyes.
“I want you to breathe. You can take me, darlin’. Clem’s got ya.”
In one fluid stroke, he pushed in. You all but sobbed into his neck. He fucked you with no warning, no caution, no build. Just pure insatiable need. He groaned in your ear, whispering how dirty you were fucking him like this, how wet and eager and desperate your pussy was for his cock. He pounded into you like there was no stopping him. He pulled out, just the tip throbbing, dripping with his precum, around your walls, before he fucked into you again.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he hissed at you, moaning as he bruised your waist with his one hand, the other still working your clit. “Gonna cum inside ya.” Your breath hitched, feeling yourself clench around him, reaching your peak so fast, faster than ever before.
The elevator was about to reach the destination and he rolled his hips before biting in your bare shoulder as he spilled deep and hot inside you. You could feel the cum drip down your legs as he pulled out and quickly righted himself. You were still fuck-drunk, hadn’t even finished yet, dress still rolled up your navel, breasts out, hair mused and tangled, your mouth still wide open when you were so close to finishing. The elevator doors opened and he winked at you, stepping out into the hallway. You followed him, trying to fix yourself in case anyone saw you.
“How about you show me to your room? We need to finish what we started. I ain’t done with you yet.”
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Hello!!, may i please request yan eichi with an oblivious darling?
Requested by anonymous
Word Count: 1,250+
Update that most might not care about but might give some context to my absence. I found out I’m moving back to Korea in like,, less than 3 weeks to start a new job. Lots of things to get done in not a lot of time…
I promise I will get to the alphabet; I was thinking about this one at work and wanted to get it out.
Also, I played Repurpose, and it was such a good game,, genuine brain rot over most of the characters; I deeply loved Noel’s route and Ramón was a favorite I didn’t expect. Kalei was still just too cute, Mitts was everything I was hoping for, and DJ was an unexpected one I came to enjoy the route for. Give me poly DJ/MC/Noel or give me death /j. If you have 7$ to spare and want a cute game to kill some time highly recommend and I will be pestering the one friend I have endlessly about it.
Tenshouin Eichi; Unedited. Gender Neutral Reader.
Warnings; yandere content, blackmail, manipulation. Eichi is Eichi, take that as you will.
This blog is 17+ please have your age in your bio or tagged; any ageless blog and below the age asked for will be blocked at the end of the week.
I think being oblivious to Eichi is hard, and I don’t believe that it would be the right word to use. In a way, I think everyone at the start might have some level of ‘obliviousness’ before there just is no possibility of denying the truth of his plan.
What I mean is that unless you are extremely perceptive, like ungodly perceptive, Eichi is cunning. He is a master at manipulation and the ability to get others to not only trust him but do what he wants as pawn pieces. There is a reason he was able to gain such power over Yumenosaki in the first game, and there is a reason even from the second he was introduced, there was a wave of power that Eichi naturally exudes. Despite everything, he can come off as very non-threatening given his frailness which might make it easy to confide in giving him needed ammo to blackmail you. Something about your family here or there, a secret about a friend that slipped out and he promised he’d never bring it up again [he will], or even a moment of frustration with working in the idol field. He naturally has an air of eloquence that makes it easy to fall into a web of words and let out more than you expect to share [it also helps he naturally talks a lot in a way that is easy for others get lost in]. He has connections nearly everywhere for better or worse, and can use those to gain links to you, either knowing the little things you swore you hadn’t told him or closer to something on your schedule to randomly show up. Questionable, but nothing you can prove as being shady, so it’s best to brush it off regardless. Who would believe you over one of the most well-known idols in the industry? This isn’t to say obliviousness, in general, doesn’t help him if you manage to make loops to justify all of his weird behaviors. Still, even I think some of those who think of themselves as incredibly cognizant would also fall into these types of traps, even if he has to tiptoe a little harder to get them all to work.
However, this game Eichi plays with you manipulated into a false trust won’t last forever. In fact, he doesn’t want it to because there is something much better about being able to move into a true relationship, the one where he can be open to his motivations and desires. All of this was a stepping stone in the bigger picture for him. Getting the basics down, and being able to tangle you deep enough that struggling to escape only digs the knife in more.
Eichi has two ways this facade comes melting down, revealing the reality behind the set pieces of the stage he’s built to lure you in. The first one is external forces; Eichi has a reputation in nearly all eras of the game for his mental strength and ability to use this to get others to do what he wants. It’s not some hushed topic that no one acknowledges, even Eichi is well aware of his status, and while Eichi likely would be able to shift his opinion to his favor if you talk to him at times, there will be many others, even Eichi’s closest friends willing to call out the dangers he imposes. At that point, it’s no longer really just obliviousness to his actions when often proof and multiple people are able to recount the story where he is the villain. Antagonist? Oh well, semantics; regardless, he often is not framed well. Being oblivious to the signs, the warnings and red flags Eichi holds from this are genuinely hard to pass off with a lack of awareness.
But that is not just the end; Eichi is well aware of this. Often times he won’t deny it either because Eichi doesn’t see what he does as necessarily wrong. To an extent, yes, he has some awareness of the damage he causes and the impacts it has on others, but Eichi very rarely shows remorse for those actions deeming them as a necessity. Much like with you. If you have a bleeding heart and want to believe in the best from him, you can always ask if they are lying. What they said isn’t true. Eichi might have done some things wrong, but even then, everyone makes mistakes. Right? Eichi won’t bother lying or covering up what he’s done to others, and even if you are put in vulnerable positions where he is blatantly manipulating you, he is upfront with his actions. Aren’t you at least happy the confessions are coming from him and not some stranger you work with?
I think back to when Eichi tried to get Trickster to disband; the group did know it was manipulation to make them feel as less, that the win was a fluke only provided due to Undead and 2wink. However, it didn’t comfort them in knowing this was all just the result that he wanted, and they still fell apart in the moment. Eichi wasn’t hiding his intentions but knew he held the power to easily get others to crack regardless and succumb to his desires because, in a sense, resistance is as futile as lying to you. Nothing is gained, and nothing is lost if you can stay so far ahead as he can in most scenarios.
It’s Eichi’s greatest strength as a yandere that out of everyone, he would be the most lucid and, as far as he can push it, make you aware of the lucidity that his actions, while immoral, are the path he will continue to take for the sake of his ideals. Even the most oblivious, good-hearted are forced to come to this realization at some point, just like with Tsumugi’s relationship with him. When, not if, but when Eichi gets what he wants through manipulation, he has no problem shattering the rose-tinted glasses people might wear to him. You can deny it all you want, and you can run from what is the monster that is Eichi to believe he isn’t truly this, but you can’t run forever. He will drill it into your head, sear all of his crimes into your mind to the point you can only accept that the mask he had at the start was to use you. Use your kindness, uses your ignorance, use your trust to gain what he wanted to use against you when the time called for it. It’s a crushing burden to know that the one who sealed you to this fate with him was no one more than yourself. This is what makes him such a terrifying yandere, not the fear of what he will do or can do to keep you as his. But that in the end, you are only as powerless a puppet in the world; he wants you a pawn stuck to his side.
Life with Eichi is trapped in the lucidity of both of you. Once knowing this, you can make it the best of what it is and give in to love him with the cage you’ve been trapped in or make it just as miserable. The glasses will have been shattered, and no amount of glue will be able to mend them. The choice is up to you, but there is no way to keep a lack of awareness of his actions in the long term that you once clung to.
#enstars.leaps#yandere#yandere writing#yandere x reader#yandere ensemble stars#yandere enstars#yandere eichi#yandere character#ensemble stars eichi#yandere fine#eichi tenshouin#tw: yandere#tw: blackmail#tw: manipulation
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The Implicit Demand For Proof (13)
Series masterlist
Pairing: Detective David Loki x reader
Summary: you, a forensic psychologist, get called in on a high priority child abduction case in Conyers, PA. What happens when you catch feelings for the mysterious detective Loki?
Warnings: spoilers for the movie, movie level violence, slight change of events, language.
A/N- omg you guys!!!! Only one more chapter after this and the series will be complete! I’m yelling! But fret not dear friends!! If you love our fave detective and forensic psychologist!Reader, I’m going to be writing a continuation of this series! My new fic Choking on Circumstances will be out soon! Check my masterlist for more deets! (Saying deets like I’m in the mid 2000s) if you want more Loki content feel free to send me a request and check my masterlist for other Loki content ;)
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“Hey guys let us have a look.” Rich from forensics said as you followed him into Bob Taylor’s back yard.
The two people digging backed off so you three could see.
“Two kids size department store mannequins with the heads caved in.
I just talked to our lab guys they told me all the blood we sampled from the plastic containers? Pigs blood.”
“Shit.” You remarked in disbelief. You had seen some shit but this was on your top 10 list of creepy things for sure.
You followed Rich and Loki inside the home, loki stopping to hold the door open for you. Ah so chivalry still isn’t dead.
You offered him a quiet “thanks.”
You and Loki followed him into the kitchen.
“It’s like he’s play acting. Case in-point: except for the few items ID’d by the Dovers and the Birches..All the kids clothes that we found still have the tags on them them.”
You were right- you were fucking right.
Queue ego boost in 3..2..1.
“And that maze book that we found- he made it. Photocopies. Pictures form this book we found in the attic. Ex FBI agent wrote that.” Rich explained as you and Loki leaned in over his shoulder.
“Finding the invisible man.” Loki read.
You hid your shit- eating grin by putting your hand to your face and resting it there. You were right. You knew it, and now Loki had his precious evidence to back it up. You had been quiet all morning, chalk it up to exhaustion or frustration with Loki -either would be a good excuse.
“OK, so he read the book and decided he was taken by the invisible Man. Now he’s doing his best imitation, right?”
“Yeah, he was doing his best imitation..killed himself last night.”
“How’d he do that? I thought he was in custody?”
Loki sauntered away from the counter at which you and Rich were standing, avoiding the question.
He looked at the scribbles on the kitchen wall.
“That means you were right, (l/n), holy shit. Tell him- tell Rich what you told me last night.”
Oh so now he wants to hear your theory? Where was his enthusiasm last night?
“My theory, now proved right, is he’s taking credit for someone else’s work.” You explained. “That he’s too disorganized for something of this scale. Couldn’t take one kid, let alone two.”
“Well, Dr. (l/n), I’d say the evidence definitely proves you right. The girls are still out there. Just keep knocking on doors and looking in windows.”
Before you could get another word in Loki was speaking again.
“Hey Taylor drew this.” Loki said pulling out the piece of paper. “Its a map to the bodies. It’s a map to the bodies! We found the same design on a pendant we pulled off the corpse the other day. There’s a connection. There’s a connection okay?”
“The connection is that it’s the last maze in the book. I did it, it’s unsolvable. There’s no way out. Your corpse is another wanna be who read the book. “ Rich said dismissively.
You walked away from where the two were standing, running your hand along the kitchen wall. A cold chill ran down your spine, Taylor’s home was disturbing to say the least, and yet you found yourself wishing that he could’ve gotten the psychological help he needed.
“but-but- How did Bob Taylor get those clothes? How did- how did- how did the parents positively ID those clothes?!” Loki questioned, now yelling.
“That I can’t reconcile.” He said, walking into the living area.
You leaned against the wall, crossing your arms. The question still stood- how did the parents identify the clothes? You’d been racking your brain all night to find a answer. You didn’t have one. Yet.
You looked at Loki and you knew that look; you could see the cogs in his brain turning.
He pulled out his notebook. You leaned in beside him to see what he was doing.
He flipped a few pages back.
In the house
window
-Open?
You both looked at each other and had the same revelation.
“The window!” You said in unison.
“The piece of clothing Keller Dover ID’d was a sock. One sock.” Loki said, holding up his index finger. “Maybe- maybe there’s evidence still there!”
“Let’s go” you said, heading for the car, David on your heels.
While en route to the Dover residence, Loki kept stealing glances at you.
You stared out the window, pretending not to notice.
“You can say it.” He blurted out.
“Say what?”
Either she was naïve, or someone who didn’t hold grudges. And Loki knew she wasn’t naïve.
“You can say ‘ I told you so.’ “
“Loki-“ you huffed.
“Look uh- I’m uh, I’m sorry. For last night.” He blurted out.
“I appreciate the apology, Loki.” You said. “I know we’re under a lot of stress and this case hasn’t made a whole lotta sense, But I want you to know that I’m not the type to say ‘I told you so’. It’s not helpful. To anyone.”
Loki stayed silent for a few moments for fear of feelings gushing out of him like a raging river. She was so nice and understanding and empathetic. He wasn’t used to others acting so kindly towards him.
“I really am sorry, (y/n), yesterday I was so caught up in thinking Bob’s suicide was my fault and that I had royally fucked up our only chance to find the girls.. I thought all hope was lost. When you offered me hope, I just couldn’t believe it.”
“Thank you for sharing, Loki. I know it’s not easy to let others in.” You said, satisfied to get a genuine emotional response from the man.
Loki smirked as he thought to himself.
She said that as if she’s not the reason I’m opening up. I’ve known O’Malley, Rich, and Chemelnski for years and ain’t never opened up to them. I don’t know what’s gotten in to me..well I do actually…it’s her.. her presence is..comforting.
“You should know that It was highly likely that Bob Taylor would have spiraled and become suicidal anyways or would have eventually gained confidence to actually kidnap someone.” You explained, hoping to ease Loki’s burden.
Loki glanced at you once again with an unreadable expression.
“Yesterday Keller Dover told me this was all my fault. That I wasted too much time watching him. It’s not Taylor I feel guilty about. It’s the girls.”
“We’ll find them.” You reassured him.
“You think they’re alive?”
You shrugged your shoulders “we can hope.”
The car pulled to a screeching halt in front of the Dover’s house.
Loki bolted out of the car and around to the back of the house. You not far behind.
Loki then jumped over the chain link fence with ease, and you followed, albeit a bit less graceful than the detective. All the days you spent doing nothing but office work were catching up with you.
You and Loki began to search the area, you looked for footprints, clothing fibers, anything that suggested Bob had been there.
There, in the mud, was your confirmation.
Footprints. You counted yourself lucky that they were still there, it had been wet and rainy the past week so the yard was muddy and slick.
Loki knelt down to the ground under the window, his eyes frantically searching the area.
He was a bit of a mess with strands of hair hanging down around his face and his five o clock shadow peeking through. He was so attractive it was almost unreal.
“Look!” Loki said, crouching down to dig in the bush.
Loki held up Anna Dover’s matching sock with a pen.
Your eyes grew wide. “Well, I’ll be damned.” You said, crouching down next to him.
You were perplexed as how Bob pulled this off without being seen.
“Hell, if Keller Dover was out and about doing God knows what and Grace Dover has been hopped-up on sleeping pills this whole time, he may have been able to slip in undetected.” You stated.
“Yeah.” Loki agreed.
“You got an evidence bag?” He asked.
“Fresh out.” You replied. You prided yourself on being prepared. But that didn’t mean you stashed evidence bags in your pockets.
“Got some in the trunk, also a camera to document the footprints.”
“Got it, I’ll grab them.” You said searching for a gate or break in the fence. Apparently the Dover’s didn’t believe in a gate of sorts, so you had no choice but to hop the fence again.
After retrieving the items from the trunk, you handed them to Loki before jumping back over the fence.
You hoisted yourself over the metal chain link, but the slick leaves and mud got the better of you as your feet were swept out from under you.
But just before you hit the ground, a pair of very strong arms caught you.
“I got you.” Loki spoke softly, bringing you back to a standing position.
“Thanks.” You replied, locking eyes with the detective.
Once again you and Loki found yourselves in very close proximity to one another, his hands were not leaving your body and you certainly were not complaining.
Out of pure instinct, you reached up to brush the fallen strands of hair from David’s eyes.
He immediately grew stiff at your touch, shocked at the sudden intimate gesture.
He took a step back, releasing his grasp on you. Though he instantly regretted it after seeing the look of rejection on your face.
He internally cursed himself…first time someone touched him like that in years and he freaked out.
Stupid
“Uh..” he stuttered, “sorry…I- uh..we should get back. Get a definitive match on these footprints.”
You awkwardly cleared your throat.
“No, yeah, we should.” You agreed, the barely noticeable waiver in your voice was like a punch straight to Loki’s gut.
He wanted to explain..It’s not you, it’s me. It’s my trauma, my past. I’m sorry. I want nothing more than to kiss you right now. But I’m scared.
But he stayed silent. And so did (y/n).
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Back at the station, Loki was in the forensics lab with Rich comparing the footprints.
“Yeah they’re definitely a match.” Rich said confidently. “It’s the exact same shoe Taylor was wearing when night shift processed the scene in the interrogation room.”
“Alright, thanks”. Loki said and turned to leave.
“You should tell her how you feel.”
Loki stopped in his tracks.
“What?”
“(L/N)..you should tell her.”
Loki always prided himself on being able to hide his feelings, to push them down so far they didn’t show, but apparently he wasn’t as good at it as he thought.
“Wha-how did you know-?”
“Loki, I’ve known you for a long time.” Rich said. “It’s the way you look at her.”
“And how am I looking at her?” Loki hissed, putting his hands on his hips.
“Without the same scowl you have with everyone else.”
Okay maybe Rich was onto something. “But..but she’s going home to DC when the case is over. I-“
“Yeah. That’s exactly that’s why you should do something about it now. Washington DC is not that far from here; couple hours drive at most. She obviously cares about you, and besides…It’s about time you had something more than work in your life.”
Loki walked off without saying anything, too busy pondering the wise words Rich had given him.
Maybe he was right. Loki hadn’t felt this way towards anyone in ages. He had two chances to kiss her and fumbled each one. Keller Dovers’ words about wasting time echoed in his mind. With a sudden surge of confidence, Loki decided right then and there that he was done wasting time.
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-loki only tags: @spideyrights @sataninsatin @go-commander-kim @severuined @romancries @eclecticfashionbookszipper @fagen @sizzlingcloudmentality @kissyabish
#David loki x reader#detective David loki x reader#detective loki x you#detective loki x reader#prisoners fanfiction#detective loki reader insert#self insert#mine#kacceywrites
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Personal project masterpost
Alright so I have realized all my stuff is too much for the pinned post but I can make this masterpost and update it periodically. This will include: links to intro posts/refs, links to doodles/additional official art, and the given hashtags for each individual thing. Fan art/asks with art and most text posts will not be linked here, but you can search my blog/tumblr by the official tags in order to find stuff. Note: for additional small things such as fun facts about characters not on their official refs, check out the “#oc factoids and asks” tag and search with the tag of the given character/project. Yeah sorry you have to do some digging yourself, I can’t update this post every single time I make something new. Anyway let’s just jump into it. Last updated: 3/9/23 (d/m/y)
Omega Lab (#omega lab au, #omega lab)
Ref sheets for all mainline characters (Test’s tags: #test!sans, #test omega lab | Glow’s tags: #glowstick!sans, #glowstick omega lab | Tizzy’s tags: #tizzy!sans, #tizzy omega lab | Bio’s tags: #biohazard!sans, #biohazard omega lab)
Tizzy and Biohazard doodle
Glowstick and Test doodle
promotional piece
dynamic elaboration drawings
Sanses in alt subcultures (#alt sanses my beloveds) [casually known as Altverse but that is NOT its official name, do not tag it as such.]
Also the official tag is what you can use to browse MY blog. It’s not a title either. Just tag your art with the characters included.
Pastel goth!Dream (#pastel goth!dream sans)
additional Dream drawing
Alt!Killer (#alt!killer sans)
Classic 2000’s emo!Nightmare (#emo!nightmare sans)
NM pixel doodles
Scene!Ink (#scene!ink sans)
scene!Ink pixel doodle
Scene!Ink’s small psa
Scenemo!Cross (#scenemo!cross sans)
Because things are often misinterpreted with this AU, it has its own clarifications tag. “#alt utmv clarifications” is the tag, if you’re ever wondering something about it then check there. If one of those posts doesn’t have an answer, just feel free to ask me yourself.
Robo-Ink aka Oil (#robo ink, #oil!ink sans, #robot!ink sans)
Based entirely on the simple (initially joke) proposition: “alternate multiverse where everything is the same except Ink is a robot”. Oil hails from a whole separate multiverse just like the usual one, accept for him being the way he is. Slightly different in personality, but you only really realize it when putting the two characters in the same interaction. Either way, he is my pride and joy and a great project so far.
No ref sheet currently exists for this character
initial conceptualization sketches
full-body further conceptualization sketch dump
Faeverse (#faeverse, #faeverse au) [please read info]
Ok so Faeverse isn’t actually entirely my creation, it’s a shared project with me and @dinosaurzzz. I’m just the lead character designer and artist, I don’t own it. Faeverse is a retelling of Underverse with a twist of Xvials and fae folklore from various cultures. Some things are critically changed in this au, so I’m begging you, if you’re going to make fan content, to read ALL OF THE INFO we have about it, including the masterpost about a core character Dino made which is linked in the below ref sheet.
Fae!Ink ref sheet (#fae!ink sans, #leánnan sídhe!ink sans)
Very pretty Fae!Ink doodle sheet
Omega!Cross (#omega!cross) [on hiatus]
Omega!Cross is a half-wolf version of Cross who was inspired by the works of some of the other creators in my general orbit, for posts featuring him interacting with the other 6 wolf!Cross’s, check out #wolf!cross gang shenanigans!
this project is currently on standby due to the stress I get when creating it. There may be the occasional thing here and there but for now don’t expect any big additions to Omega’s story. It’s a mess right now.
Omega!Cross ref sheet
just some expressive doodles
his canonical identities!
Design clarification text post
design clarification doodle
full doodle sheet 1
Canon height diagram
lore teaser
R34L17Y_D3C4Y (#r34l17y d3c4y, #reality decay)
R34L17Y_D3C4Y (pronounced “reality decay”), or R_D for short, is an Undertale alternate multiverse where all outcodes, multiversal beings, or beings that have been separated from their original universes gain weirdcore designs and qualities. I started it over on my Reddit but am moving it here.
Explanation/lore post
Fresh’s ref (#reality decay!fresh)
Wink’s ref [Ink] (#wink reality decay, #wink r34l17y d3c4y, #wink!ink sans, #rd!ink sans, #reality decay!ink sans, #wink rd)
Spinner’s ref [Error] (#spinner reality decay, #spinner rd, #spinner r34l17y d3c4y, #spinner!error sans, #rd!error sans)
Blossom’s ref [Dream] (#blossom reality decay, #reality decay!dream sans, #blossom!dream sans, #rd!dream sans, #blossom rd)
Miscellaneous utmv ship kids
Dagger Striper [Killer x Ink] (#dagger striper)
Brightspex [Ink x Dream x Cross] (#brightspex)
Homestuck fantrolls
Gradient blood trolls concept post/initial art of my primary fantrolls (#gradientblooded trolls)
Primary three fantrolls sprite post (Spiral’s tag: #spiral circus | Orbovo’s tag: #orbovo weaver | Rodiea’s tag: #rodiea lassos)
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A Writeblr Re-Introduction
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Hey hi hello! My name is Sumayyah (or Mayyah). I was a writeblr back in 2020, but I decided to move to my own website...which I still run and love, however I miss the sense of community and readership that writeblr offered, so I’m back!
This blog will be a place for me to collect inspiration and writerly posts, engage with your works, and talk about my writing in a less formal/structured way than I would on my site. There will probably be some crossposting, because I thrive on engagement. On that note, I’m open to tag memes and ask memes etc!
My navigation page is here.
I also run Beyond What You See, a literary podcast, where I’ll be reading along and responding to The Lord of the Rings series by J. R. R. Tolkien. Currently it’s in the process of being re-recorded!
Before I get into sharing my works (below the cut), I just wanted to share that I offer editing/beta reading services, and you can see more about that here. Feel free to ask me questions about this or anything else, I love to chat!
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ current works
✧ Legends of Mourra • [page] • [tag]
A Muslim-themed fantasy featuring a boy abducted by the djinn and the determined mother, lovelorn kinsman, gentle warrior, female Ranger, and scarred outcast hoping to rescue him.
» previously titled Chronicles of Mourra with a very different plot, I’ve been working on this universe and these characters since ~2007 or so. In May of 2022 I hit upon a new storyline which revatilized my interest in it. Currently it’s in the planning stage.
✧ Oracle WIP • [page] • [tag]
A very loose retelling of Alice in Wonderland and its sequel, featuring an oracle who isn't, an assassin who decides against killing her mark, a usurper queen who was once a hero, and much betrayal.
» Partly a retelling, partly a portal fantasy/isekai, this work is going to be darker in content than anything I’ve written before, with characters that are all fairly unhinged and/or awful. I’m very excited for it! We have Ro, an assassin, Sage an oracle and a liar, and Alyss, a former chosen-one who became a villain. Currently it’s in the drafting stage.
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✧ Rivener • [page]
Wren is alone, and that’s how she likes it, especially since bad things happen when she loses her temper. Her days are spent wandering the wilds and hunting or foraging or just…being.
When she stumbles upon a man, wounded and mute, she knows he’s trouble, but she’s not quite so cold hearted as to leave him to die in the woods, a silver-studded collar digging cruelly into his throat. Besides, she knows exactly what those collars are for. Or rather, for whom…
⤷ a story about healing, self-acceptance, and belonging set in a post-apocalyptic world.
✧ The Queen, the Lion, & the Rings • [page]
Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen of Narnia.
⤷ Or, Susan Pevensie's story, continued.
✧ A Net of Stars, Woven • [page]
A flash fiction collection featuring various figures of Greek and Roman mythology, both mortals and immortals alike.
✧ The Peacock, The Crown, & The River • [page]
A fable about how the peacock earned his beautiful colours.
✧ October Odds • [page]
A flash fiction collection built on prompts provided the Fictober 2019 writer's event, all featuring a dash of oddness.
#writeblr#writeblr intro#writeblr introduction#writeblr community#podcast#lotr podcast#literary podcast#muslim writer#muslim writeblr
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hey @/just-just-gyllenhaal! you blocked me before i could share my answer on your post “calling me out” for simply adding credits on a photo you shared that was originally posted by a photographer who asked for her photos not to be stolen and/or posted without credits. as a content creator myself, it’s hard to wrap my head around the idea that crediting someone is a bad thing, so let’s clear things up a little!
this has gotten quite long so... long story short, don’t repost & don’t steal & always credit original creators! 😊
i think it’s clear that, as a content creator, i value the importance of crediting the original posters as much as possible. whether it’s for gifs, photos, a fic or even the ideas i share with my friends, i try to credit everything i can. i still credit the creator of a divider i have used for years and on every single of my fics. i used to get my gifs for my fics out of google image until i realized how harmful it is to creators. after that, i learned and improved myself and i sourced my content respectfully. i credit the original creators even if they deactivated or it took me tons of redirects to find the original poster (i even went back and added the credits to old fanfics of mine as soon as i found out who made the gifs!). i also make sure to use MY OWN content before everything else. i have invested hours into creating fuzzy & blurry gifs so i can use them and share them on here! reposters and people who steal content are absolutely everywhere and impossible to control. they’re on tumblr, twitter, instagram, pinterest. you name it, you’ll find stolen content at the most random places. i have had my gifs stolen and reposted too, it’s awful. i managed to get some of them taken down, but it’s a struggle to open social media and just hope someone did not take the gifs i took hours to create and post them without credits, or even worse, claim it as their own.
the website you used is a gold mine, so much is uploaded there and i’m sure i’m not the only one who enjoys seeing old & new photos you get from iheartjakemedia. it’s always cool to see photos of jake in the tag. well, was cool, since i’m blocked now, but details. the website did NOT credit the original owner which is bad. however, the photo has circulated on twitter, instagram AND tumblr where people have given proper credits to amy kaplan by tagging her, writing her username or crediting her in text form. it is possible you did not see the original photo! in that case, i don’t see how being informed of the original creator was such an awful action on my part. my caption was also very respectful, i only repeated the photographer’s desire to not have her content posted without credits.
there are not many members of the jake fandom on tumblr, it’s nice to respect each other and it’s sad i won’t be able to share the archives you post and the updates to my blog and help them circulate around. i have appreciated your work, you’ve been digging in some very old photo albums and you have shared photos a lot of us have never seen. also, you have posted photos on which you asked not to have them reposted since you said they were yours. with that piece of information, i can only assume you understand the importance of crediting original creators (... although you have stolen people’s content and blocked them for rightfully calling such a behaviour out too but i won’t get into that).
i was respectful and simply shared the credits of a photo which is a habit a lot of people should learn so we can make sure to always credit the original creators when it’s possible. if you believe i was at fault for crediting the photographer, then that’s how you see things. i will keep on crediting original content creators and hopefully you will too!
here are some screenshots to verify my claims!
this is the tweet by the original photographer! amy kaplan wrote: “Don’t steal my photo, K thanks”.
you told me to “check before accusing people” so i am giving you the same advice so you can check before stealing people’s content. maybe it was a mistake, maybe it was not. either way, i can see you were not happy that i simply added the credits without accusation or any mean intention.
you can also find this photo on her instagram.
like i said, it’s sad that i won’t be able to enjoy and reblog your posts which i have done a lot ever since i have learned about the existence of your blog. as a long time tumblr user and, again, a content creator, i am aware of the importance of reblogs and showing support to other users by reblogging their posts. i’m sorry if i post more of your content through queued photosets, they were queued prior to being blocked by you.
alright that’s it for me, i hope you have a nice day! <3
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I know I've been gone for a while (with the exception of the @holdingforexo posts) but I'm making my way back. The last time I took the time to actually be on here was mid August, before that was early June.
I lost a lot of drive to keep my queues full when I changed jobs, mostly because I no longer work overnights at the gym where I did most of my doom scrolling. And part of it has to do with finding content to reblog. It’s no secret that I have a lot of kpop side blogs, they’re all tagged in my description, and each one focuses on a specific group. And while I post all members of each group, I tend to focus mostly on my biases.
I was getting frustrated looking for content because it always felt that I either was seeing the same 5 posts over and over again, or every other member but my bias had a lot more posts (even when digging through member specific tags (one of my biggest pet peeves is tagging all individual members of a group but only 1-2 are actually in the post)). I was also getting tired of Tumblr not working right when it comes to blocked tags. If I say I don’t want to see content tagged ‘xyz’, it should not be shown to me.
‘But Kae, why not make the content you want to see of your biases?’ Because I don’t have the time, energy, skill level, or equipment to do so. I’m a perfectionist. If I can’t make something 100% exactly like I see it in my mind on the first try, I give up and never want to try again. And I’d rather show my love to the content creators and mutuals who are able to make incredible gifs/edits/etc.
A few things have changed over the last few months. I’ve been in PT for my migraines since mid June and while it’s helped a little, it’s not enough. Turns out they’re caused by a compressed nerve in my neck. I’m going back to my PCP in a couple weeks to see if there’s something else we can try. I’ve also started therapy and taking meds for my depression, which have made me feel less foggy overall. Marching season also started up again, and while I love my guard kids, they are driving me crazy this year.
On the plus side, I got 5 new piercings and work is allowing us to do fashion colours again! And I’m taking a couple friends to their first kpop concert to see Enhypen on the 18th.
#personal#update#I meant for this to be much shorter#but then I started writing and it all came out#bear with me for a bit while I build my queues back up
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Am I correct in assuming a chunk of VC fans left tumblr during the 2018 purge and then a bunch when Anne passed? It seems like the vast majority of VC accounts I’m finding are paused at Dec 2018 or Dec 2021 exactly. Like the last posts are the news of her death. (I’m new here and this place is like a ghost town but then there’s tons of old VC art to found)
Hello anon! Good question.
I would say that yes, there was a reduction in fan engagement/accounts at those times. It was also because of:
The news about the AMC adaptation of Interview with the Vampire, which has divided the fandom to some extent, and people have been hesitant to post about it for reasons I'll dig into a bit more below the cut. News about the adaptation has dropped periodically, but probably the biggest news was around Aug 25, 2021, when actor Jacob Anderson was cast to play Louis. For the next few months, the fandom reacted, and it intensified up to and through Dec 2021.
There have also been an avalanche of anonhate/mean-spirited comments on some of VC fandom's fics on AO3. It seems to have calmed down by now, but I'm out of date on that.
TL;DR: Anyway, this is all to say that there were several "events" that led to a quieter fandom, but if you go into the #vampire chronicles tag, or search for character names, you'll see content! We still have fanartists producing fanart, people doing meta analysis posts, and writers posting fanfic.
We did have a vibrant gift exchange in Dec 2021, too, you might want to check that out, and find some active VC ppl through that: @vcsecretgifts 😊
A bit longer response:
Yes, there was a purge, particularly of our more nsfw fanartists in 2018 😥
Yes, I think news of Anne's death divided fandom, too. There was a wave of "joke" posts about how we could now post VC fanfic, and the fandom found that somewhat distasteful (to varying degrees) bc we had been posting the fanfic for years; Anne had long since given up that battle. She had gained an understanding, if not support, of VC fanfic, years ago:
In 2012, Metro reported that Rice developed a milder stance on the issue. "I got upset about 20 years ago because I thought it would block me," she said. "However, it's been very easy to avoid reading any, so live and let live. If I were a young writer, I'd want to own my own ideas. But maybe fan fiction is a transitional phase: whatever gets you there, gets you there."[136]
Anyway. Hit the jump for more, cut bc the AMC series is still a contentious topic, and I am providing a way for ppl to scroll past, if they prefer to do so.
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A major thing that divided the fandom was the incoming information about AMC's adaptation of Interview with the Vampire into a TV series, and the changes to canon that they have announced. On August 25, 2021, Deadline.com announced one of the major changes in the casting of Jacob Anderson:
There were/are a lot of accusations of racism thrown at people who were/are disappointed about this, causing a split in the fandom. Several other updates on the series increased this divide. I have some info about that in #IWTV AMC tag, and I think this post sums up my feelings that, in general, some people want a faithful adaptation with as little change to canon as possible, to see the story that they fell in love with; other people want to see the story updated and are eager to fall in love with a new version that breathes new life into it. The arguments over which approach is better led to a friction where it felt like no one could talk about their reasons without the conversation escalating into fights, so I think a lot of people chose to withdraw from the conversation. Fair enough, no one is obligated to engage in a discussion that they don't want to.
As I mentioned, there was also an avalanche of anonhate/mean-spirited comments on some of VC fandom's fics on AO3, which if I recall correctly, was right around that time, as well. Again, I'm not up to date on that, but it seems to have calmed down.
I'm hopeful that we're at a point now where people can see that there's plenty of space in a fandom, some people can be thrilled about the adaptation, and other people can be not thrilled, and everything in between. I'm going to watch the show, I'm curious about it as an AU, it'll be interesting to see how the showrunners handle the changes they made.
#anon#ask#thank u#fandom#Deadline#articles#anne rice#vampire chronicles#vc news#iwtv amc#Jacob Anderson
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My first year on Tumblr in review - I know, I’m a little behind the times. Note that my longest tag is actually @hucklebucket ‘s. To be fair I did add my own but it was shorter.
Anyway here it.
I posted 194 times in 2022
That's 194 more posts than 2021!
30 posts created (15%)
164 posts reblogged (85%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@hucklebucket
@bethanyactually
@pluckysidekick
@amycurtismarchs
@spacebell
I tagged 193 of my posts in 2022
Only 1% of my posts had no tags
#nancy drew - 167 posts
#nancy drew cw - 156 posts
#nace - 152 posts
#ace [redacted] - 144 posts
#cw nancy drew - 131 posts
#nancy x ace - 115 posts
#ndcw - 98 posts
#ace x nancy - 88 posts
#nancydrewedit - 76 posts
#naceedit - 67 posts
Longest Tag: 68 characters
#somewhere a very small corrections officer is missing his work shirt
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
The week started out with more of a whimper but ended with a bang from the ND set this week. As often happens, we got a few choice items on Friday as they wound down their week of 16 hour days. The headliner was Kennedy’s Twitter post, captioned “Happy Friday y’all,” that appeared and then disappeared, but not before it was captured and reposted a gazillion times:
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#4
OMG. We went 180 degrees from last week’s desert to this week’s paradise of riches in CW’s Nancy Drew land! We knew Larry Teng and the whole crew wouldn’t abandon us with the BTS content. After the seemingly epic filming of episode 6 when it was all quiet on the set last week, we’ve gotten hints from Kennedy and onset photos for Ep. 6, we’ve heard from exciting new ND writers, and saw some glimpses for Ep. 7 that’s filming right now. Let’s get into it!
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#3
We were spoiled with so much BTS content last week. Episode 4 of Nancy Drew S4 was a wrap, and Ep.5 started filming on Friday. We got a preview of a gorge new look for George, some drama (and BTS comedy) in the woods, and prepping at an OLD location - Larkspur Lane! Here’s hoping for a Whisper Box 2. We never got actual confirmation that the hospital was completely destroyed in “The Whisper Box.”
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#2
Kennedy teased us with her first scarf look of S4. It’s a new color combo for Nancy with the blue checked blazer, yellow top, and floral scarf (the whole look is vaguely reminiscent of a flight attendant uniform). I’m digging it and the scallop shell earrings, which are so Horseshoe Bay (she’ll grow where she’s been planted).
More importantly, she teased us by telling one of lead writers in the comments that wearing a scarf was PERFECT for the episode they’re filming. My mind goes to many possibilities, all involving Ace and definitely triggering the curse…
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My #1 post of 2022
Kennedy started a YouTube Channel! Her first video is SO good. She’s so smart and honest, and funny. She also edited it herself and of course it’s perfect.
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Dunno why I’m sharing this but I guess I’m frustrated today. I’ve been in the fandom for a little over 2 years, and a "jikooker". I don’t really like the label tbh, it sounds silly to me. To put it simpl, Jimin and Jungkook caught my eyes first and became my biases, and with time I came to the conclusion they might very well be dating (to which I have no certainty, obviously). Anyway. So I’ve been lurking here and there for about 2 years and I find it concerning how some Jikook-centered blogs are moving lately… like, it’s getting weird… As much as I love Jikook and tend to be over-fixating when I’m into something, some bloggers are so overly obsessed I don’t think it’s healthy. Like writing super long post overanalyzing every tiny little details, over and over again. As a grown ass adult, there’s something about it that makes me a bit uncomfortable, especially knowing those bloggers are adults as well (and no I’m not saying you shouldn’t have hobbies or be a fan of someone when you’re an adult, just the obsession pushed that far is weird imo but I guess that’s a me problem). I came here to see some cute gifs and edit and just crack jokes and I’m still a bit appalled by the shipping community. To each their own I guess. But what really confuses me these days is how weird some bloggers have become when they use to be quite level headed for what I can remember. I think jikook are a thing but these people are seeing signs e v e r y w h e r e Like just yesterday with the new Run Bts episode, so many jikookers who usually scream at other shippers about the importance of context and knowing Korean langage are interpreting Jungkook’s remark when they were by the Han river as a ramyeon joke (which he definitely joked about in the past) when it wasn’t one (he was referring to a certain type of ramyeon he wanted to it) or saying that he plucked his lips as if he wanted to kiss or blow a kiss or whatever when Jimin got close to his face when he was just pouting and about to speak… I dunno, it’s examples after examples just like this and it’s getting ridiculous. I used to enjoy reading some bloggers, now they’re not logical and down to earth anymore. Which is even more weird to me considering how Jikook have been acting lately. The more I see those two together, the more I think they’re "suspicious", or at least there’s plenty of moments that speak for themselves so why the need to interpret everything and see things where there’s nothing to see? I was very wary of shipping accounts when stepping into the fandom, and the more I observe shippers the more I come back to this feeling. Some people are way too much obsessed and involved, it’s just weird.
I only follow one other blogger whose posts aren't quite ship-focused, so I'm mostly in the dark about what's being said within the Jikook blogger community, but this is a common sentiment among my anons as of late.
From what I hear, it's a little insane. And on the rare occasion I go through the tag, I almost always regret it. From what I've collectively observed over the last year, a lot of these bloggers cater to like-minded fans, and there are certainly people who enjoy theorizing to that level of delusion (sorry not sorry). It’s not that I think I'm better than those people who want to engage with Jikook content in that manner when I say that, but I'm just not on their wavelength and I doubt I ever will be. I think a lot of that has to do with my long-standing aversion to RPS.
So I don't blame you; I understand how you feel and agree to an extent.
My feeling is that anyone with a platform should be careful about what narrative they're choosing to dig into because at the end of the day, these analyses are about real people. These aren't fictional characters we're dealing with, and to be frank, I think people’s approach to shipping fictional characters vs. real people can get blurred for some.
Real life isn’t as formulaic as fiction, but some people will analyze real people as though there are these cut and dry rules about how relationships work. I mean, yes, in real life there are some basic “if A + B, then C” type of equations with regards to interpersonal dynamics, but there will always be people who are exceptions to a common perception and shouldn’t be dismissed.
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Runa’s Freedom - Part 5/Final
Runa finally gets the news he’s been waiting for and reunites with his parents! Comfort ending!!!
CWs: Lady carewhumper, lady familial caretaker, nonhuman whump/comfort (Succubus, mermaid, sirens), famous whumpee, carewhumper used whumpee for her own fame, social media and news based whump, mentioned torture live streams, near constant feeling of disbelief and worry of the situation being a dream, whumpee reassuring themself that the good thing is not a dream
general content tag: @emmettnet
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The last two weeks have been.. Interesting.
Maci finished filming and editing the video within the first week and posted it. It’s since gone viral. Periodically Maci would ask Runa questions that the comments had that weren’t answered in the video.
Sometimes his curiosity got the better of him and he would ask if he could see some of the comments, which she would oblige and let him scroll through them.
Many of the comments were expressing shock that he was still alive and what he went through. Some didn’t believe him or Maci, some would combat that.
It didn’t take long until the live streams of his torture would surface due to people digging deep enough.
Runa often chose to not leave the apartment, not wanting to face people who might have seen the video and not wanting to risk facing news people that have managed to track down Maci’s apartment.
Maci helped by making sure to not even allow them in the building, going as far to temporarily hire bodyguards to ensure they wouldn’t be able to get in. At least not far enough where they could find which apartment she lived in.
With the news pestering them, the comments collectively seemed to be in agreement about one specific question and answer in the video.
“Do you plan to go to the police about what happened? Trying to press charges or at least get the kidnappers arrested?”
“No. I’m worried that if I do, they’ll come after me. They have a lot of money and a lot of power. I know B most likely won’t come after me if I don’t cause them any trouble. A and C follow their command and probably wouldn’t either.”
People seemed to agree that Runa’s thought process was wrong or a bad idea. Some people put it gently and tried to provide helpful advice, others not so much.
He personally never responded to any of the comments, he wasn’t ready to. So he let Maci handle that.
Runa had taken up a hobby during his time with Maci; Origami. It was perfect for keeping his hands busy and his mind focused on making something beautiful out of something simple.
He was working on his 3rd attempt at a crane when Maci walked into the living room, talking on her phone.
“Got it! I’ll let him know! Be sure to park in the back to avoid the news, see you soon!”
He looks at her as she hangs up and looks at him with a smile.
“Great news Runa, that was your parents and they’re almost here!” she announces.
Runa looks at her in disbelief for a moment “Really?”
Maci nodded “Mhm! I already got some of the things I bought for you packed up, I figured I’d leave the rest for you so you can pick what you want to keep or leave behind. Here I’ll give you a hand getting back to the bedroom so you can do that.”
“Okay!” He says, a smile growing on his face as he gets up so she could help him easier.
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Packing the bag felt so surreal. Not only due to the fact that Maci was actually letting him keep a lot of the stuff but also due to the idea that he was getting to leave soon! Actually leaving!
Just as he finished packing, Maci’s phone rang.
She picked it up with a “Hello?”
He did a quick double look over the bag to make sure it was properly closed as he listened.
“Awesome! I’ll meet you guys down there with Runa! See you in a moment!”
With that she hung up and looked at him “Ready to go?”
He nods as he stands up, holding the bag in one arm and extending his other arm to Maci for help.
The walk out of the apartment and down the stairs that led to the back entrance/exit has Runa’s heart pounding against his chest.
Was this real? Did he fall asleep at some point while working on his origami? Was he going to wake up right when he saw his parents? Was it actually his parents?
The thoughts ran through his mind but for once, he was hopeful. Hopeful that those thoughts were just anxieties and nothing else. Hopeful that he really was returning to his parents.
“Here we go!” Maci says as she opens the door.
Runa had to squint to protect his eyes from the bright sunlight at first, but it didn’t take long for him to spot the familiar blue SUV and the two people standing outside of it.
At that moment, all thoughts and worries left his mind. He didn’t think as he moved out of Maci’s helpful grasp, he wasn’t worried about falling and getting hurt as he ran towards his parents, he could ignore the slight pain in his eyes from the bright sunlight.
Tears welled in his eyes as he ran to his parents, a smile wide on his face as they embraced him in their arms.
Maci stayed back to let the three have a moment as she watched the three of them almost fall to the ground from the momentum of the hug.
Runa and his mom, Lilith, were crying while his parent, Wysteria, was trying to hold them up with a smile on their face and misty eyes.
Runa didn’t bother trying to hide or muffle his sobs as he tightly clung to the both of them.
He couldn’t believe it, it seemed like a dream come true that he was finally seeing his parents again and that he could go home with them!
“Do you have him?” Wysteria gently asks their wife
Lilith nods as she adjusts herself so she won’t fall over and so she could bury her face in her son��s hair and place gentle kisses on his head, muttering how happy she is that he’s back.
Wysteria carefully removes themself from the hug “It’s okay Runa, I’ll be right back, I promise.” they say when they feel his grip try to tighten on them.
Once out of the hug, they make their way towards Maci while they dig in their purse. “Thank you so much Miss Maci for helping Runa and letting him stay with you while we made our way here.”
Maci puts her hands up, ready to turn down money offered to her “Oh it was no big deal! It was nice having him as a temporary roommate. I’m just glad I could help!”
Wysteria pulls out a stack of cash and holds it out to the succubus “Please, at least accept this as our thanks. I would also offer to get you dinner but,” They look back at Lilith and Runa “I think all of us are overdue to spend some time together at home.”
Her eyes went wide when she saw how much cash was being held out to her, hesitantly she grabbed it. It had to be at least 6 grand. “Ho- How much is this?” she asks, audibly shaken.
“$10,000. That was the baseline reward.” They answer, raising an eyebrow “Would you like more for your effort?”
She’s quick to shake her head “No! I mean- No thank you, it’s just.. A lot more than I was expecting.” She clears her throat “Thank you, Mx. Shoal. I hope you three have a safe trip back home, don’t be afraid to reach out to me if there’s anything I can do to help!”
They smile “Thank you Miss Maci. Have a wonderful rest of your day.” they say before heading back to their family and the car.
Maci smiles as she watches Wysteria open one of the car doors to help get Runa’s bag inside along with Runa. “Bye Runa! Take care!” she calls out.
Runa waves at her with one hand as he was using the other one to try to wipe his tears away enough so he could see where he was stepping.
He got into the middle back seat so that way both of his parents could see him with ease in the front seats.
They thought about Lilith sitting in the back seat with him but they decided it would be best to give him a little bit of space so it would be easier on him to process that this is indeed real.
The ride back was going to be a long one but Runa didn’t mind, he was grateful that it would be. That he’d have a constant reminder that he’s back with his parents and that he’s free.
That thought alone was enough to get him to start crying again.
He was free, he was finally free.
#whump#whump tag#owe writing#whump writing#my writing#Runa's Freedom (?)#runa tag#maci tag#lilith tag#wysteria tag#famous whumpee#known whumpee#ask to tag#hurt comfort#sorry if the pacing seems weird at all. I wrote this while I was still in very high positive vibes and continued as I calmed down /positive#runa writing tag#maci writing tag#lilith writing tag#wysteria writing tag
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Yeah I'm honestly a bit surprised by how passionate and vocal people are about hating twenty one pilots? It's kinda upsetting that when I try to interact with content about them I'm always a bit worried in the back of my mind because I'm a pretty sensitive person and it's hard not to let stuff get to me.
I don’t know why it’s always felt like twenty one pilots has gotten a ton of hate for no reason? I’ve been into them since 2013-2014 so pure unadulterated vessel era, I’m a very old fan of them and their music, like one of the oldest picture in my phone is this
(This picture isn’t important I just love it, plus something fun to look at with a not so fun subject material)
(Long history as a fan rant incoming lol)
I’ve been an emo kid for a really long time, back when all of the emo bands were big, when seeing another kid wearing a panic! shirt always meant you talked to them in the mall, I still remember when I would wear the one twenty one pilots shirt I could afford outside, that anyone who knew who they were would come up and start a conversation with me
And it’s like through the years the hate has changed to be... somehow worse
Back in the early days tøp used to get called not a true emo band because they didn’t have anyone playing the guitar so everyone hated them because they weren’t emo Enough
Plus there was the whole ‘emo trinity’ ‘emo quartet’ infighting nonsense but that’s so long past idk if anyone even remembers it lol
Then blurryface rolls around and fans are being made fun of for dressing funky and going through that one fandom phase where everyone was calling the boys smol beans it was great and cute, we were all really close, we called each other frens, told each other to stay street it was great! So what people made fun of us or whatever we were absolutely vibing
Twenty one pilots felt like the coolest secret gang of fans, we were absolutely huge, more so than most people would think, and man it was awesome!! If you saw a tøp fan you knew that you were cool with that person and that person would be cool with you!! It was amazing!! Sometimes I do miss this vibe!!
But then Stressed Out ended up on the radio...
I feel like it really all changed here, all of the sudden the old fandom things were cringy, the boys were sell outs, and every family member you knew was suddenly the biggest fan despite only knowing stressed out
I remember being upset around this time because of strangers invading my space, this was my group, filled with people who understood what the lyrics meant and knew and understood how much they meant to all of us, and suddenly it was filled with people who didn’t belong
I didn’t blame the pilot boys, obviously they can’t control what’s on the radio, I’m fact, there’s plenty of pilot songs that mention never being played on the radio because of one reason or another, so my problem was never with the boys, it was with the influx of new people, and by new people I don’t mean new fans, I mean news outlets and tv show host, and with that influx came the people who didn’t get it, you know? That were rude and outright nasty and refused to understand anything about the genre and effort put into the story and why it mattered to us
(Tw for suicide mention, and uncomfortable themes involving people making fun of themes involving it, tw for mentions of school shootings)
All of the sudden we were the fans of Tyler Joseph the man who ‘Glorifies Suicide’ and actively is supposedly encouraging that behavior
We were the cringy fans everyone knew in high school and hated who were described as being ‘JuSt So QuIrkY 🤪’, instead of the mentally ill kids we all were, by people who hated us
We were the fans of those ‘white boys who look like school shooters’ (this one honestly rocked me to my core, it still hurts to even see??? Like idk why but it almost makes me want to cry)
At the same time a lot of the old fans were turning their back on the pilots, they didn’t want to be involved anymore, they hated ALL of the new fans whether they were respectful or not
It was a REALLY hard time to be a new fan, very few people were open to having them involved in anything, I think this is when a lot of hatred happened in the fandom not only fan-fan fighting/hatred but also fan-band sentiments weren’t great either
The more songs that ended up on the radio the more the hatred grew, in fact this got so bad Tyler did this
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Here’s a transcript in case it’s hard to hear
Like... this was the state of our fan group.... it was suddenly cool to hate all the songs that ended up on the radio so much it affected every part of our music journey
There was a lot of infighting, it was an awful time to be a fan, new or old
Then came silence era, in which every tøp blog I followed except like 2, became kpop blogs and I’m not sure any of them ever came back lol, I actually really disliked kpop because of this for a bit in like a jokey kind of way in my own head lol (ahh how the turn tables have turned... kpop and tøp are the only things I listen to now haha, actually because of all my tøp mutuals becoming kpop blogs I vowed to myself to not change this blog to another group so I have two music blogs now, which makes me laugh but also shows how important music is to me so it makes me happy anyways you know?)
It was kind of a sad way to have the fandom disappear, everything was strangled, the boys were gone, and no one kept up with the fandom, it felt really lonely
When Trench era clues started back people started coming back, the mood was different, we had something to do and it was fun to work on something with others, we had the Clancy letters, and all the clues, and the tower of silence and the vultures!! It was great! It started to feel like we had rebuilt something from the rubble of what we had been
The fandom started calling Tyler stinky and he called us b*stards it was great, sometimes people were a bit meaner than I think they thought they were being, but it worked you know?
When the album released we had more people come back and things slowly started fitting back ok again, more songs ended up on the radio and a lot of older fans said the same things they’re saying now, but it wasn’t that bad, it was mostly very positive
And then we got to the over the summer drama, which........... is a sensitive subject, but I legitimately do not understand how it was Tyler’s fault that people assumed he was talking about something when he wasn’t talking about it at all... especially when people have been begging him for years to talk more about mental health, he wanted to introduce whatever he was going to do with a joke, I personally never though he was talking about the big issue at the time of the incident, but it blew up like wildfire and the next thing you know he’s canceled because Other People Assumed Something
So now it’s ‘Morally Justifiable’ to hate Tyler because he’s r*cist or something, despite it never being his intention and because people assumed something
It’s literally not even with good reason that people are doing this, but because it blew up when it did and about what it did, no one knows what really happened and people just wanted a morally justified reason to hate them because you can’t just dislike something anymore without it being justifiable I guess? I feel like with all of the years I’ve spent on the internet everything has only become more hateful...
All this to say.... yes, it hurts when people hate the things that you do, I get really sensitive about it as well, especially with how long and how many arguments I’ve seen, and I am extremely sensitive to discourse and hatred, it’s why I don’t engage with much of it online, in fact I was about to delete the post complaining about everyone hating on them before I saw it was really resonating with you guys
I guess my best advice to you anon, would to try to understand where it’s coming from, that’s what’s helped me, I know a lot of people dislike the pilots because of the fact that they became ‘mainstream’ during blurryface era, and people are really upset by that, so understanding that, even when it hurts, I can acknowledge that they feel that way and that it’s ok that I feel differently
It’s easy to take that point and test it against your own morals, ‘do I think twenty one pilots became mainstream, or only makes songs to get on the radio?’ If your answer is no, then you can both say ‘I don’t agree with them but they’re allowed to have their own opinion’ and kind of give yourself a wall and barrier against what they say
I know this isn’t perfect advice, but it’s helped me a lot
I know there are two big arguments against this album, that it’s mainstream and made to have radio singles (the underlying argument here I guess being Tyler and Josh are money hungry and no longer care about the music)
And that it’s no longer lyrically meaningful, but I think this has to do a lot with how involved people are in the Dema lore, if you’re not a fan of lore I would imagine this album being propaganda and supposed to be fake and bright to prove a point would really bug you if you didn’t really get it
To best thing to do is digest an argument (only if you can handle it emotionally of course 🖤) and know it’s ok that think differently than other people, and that the chances of someone being mad at you are very slim
A lot of things I’ve enjoyed have been stolen by the fear of getting hated on for something - while in actuality, the very few times I’ve gotten real hate over something barely affected me
I admit the fear of getting hate bothers me a lot more than actually getting it, but I just want to encourage you to stay strong in the face of it, it will pass, as it all does, but if nothing else in this post resonates with you, PLEASE HOLD ONTO YOUR JOY FOR AS LONG AS YOU CAN! And don’t let ANYONE take it from YOU!!
If twenty one pilots makes you happy, just remember that the only person who can take that true joy away from you is yourself, remove the people who make you feel sad out of your life, I apologize if this is a physical person in your life as this makes it a lot harder, and sometimes impossible depending on the situation, but on the internet unfollow anyone, block anyone, don’t engage and leave them alone, it’s not with your energy or effort, and they’ll never change their minds but they can change yours you know?
Being sensitive in a time when everything is hateful is hard, especially when everyone tells you you’re a bad person if you aren’t engaged, but you really don’t have to be, you get to choose your own destiny you know? Don’t let other people choose it for you
#I’m am so sorry this post is so long and I still don’t know how to put readmores on mobile anymore#ajsjjams#I get told I ramble on about to much and that my stories are never concise and take forever to get to the point which might be true.........#I’m sorry#I kinda just rambled on forever but I feel like I finally aired out all my laundry I’ve kept to myself forever haha#it did have a point though! just trying to say like it’s always been a bit difficult but for the things that we love it can be#I’ve had a much better experience this era with the people I follow which has helped a lot#but to get to new content I’m digging in the tags which is where I’m#seeing all the hate so there’s kind of no avoiding it but I understood that going in you know?#anyways I think I’ve rambled on long enough! I hope this helped you out in same way?!?!#I’m not sure any of this is really helpful lol wjsks but one can hope haha#nic writes#tw suicide#tw suicide mention#tw school shooting#tw school shooting mention#tw racism mention
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how to take care of a baby 101
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↬ pairing: cc!dream x reader
↬ genre: falling for the babysitter
↬ summary: The last thing Dream expected was to find a baby at his front door and his upstairs neighbor to be a hot babysitter who just might make his life a hell of a lot easier.
↬ warnings: cursing, dilf dream, Jorge being stupid for five minutes, Sapnap being a hot uncle and a ladies man, Quackity getting yelled at 24/7 for something dumb, Karl being confused every chapter, and Emma being sick and tired of all the men around her.
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“Taking care of a child is a big responsibility Clay.”
The boy nodded looking over at where his two sisters were sitting next to each other admiring their new baby niece who looked like a carbon copy of their brother.
“I know, mom but I don’t know what else to do. I'd feel terrible putting her up for adoption. The last thing I would want would be for her to feel like she was a burden and her parents gave up on her because they were young.”
His mother gave him a soft smile before placing a small kiss at the top of his head. “Who raised you so well?” The woman engulfed him in a tight warm hug rocking back and forth. When they pulled away from each other Clay’s mom made her way to the kitchen to put down the groceries she had picked up before coming with her daughters.
“Where are the boys?”
Clay pried Emleigh out of his older sister's hands ignoring her protest before following after his mom. “Shopping for baby supplies.”
Drista broke out into a fit of laughter at the words that had just left her brother's mouth.
“That was the second stupidest thing you have ever done.”
He flips her off before opening the diaper bag that was left with the little one and begins to go through the contents of it. Em’ had her head laid against her fathers chest babbling softly to herself. Clay smiled down at her, placing a kiss on her forehead before pulling out a stuffed giraffe which seemed to grab his daughter's attention pretty quickly.
Lifting up her head she attempted to grab for the stuffy which seemed to have gone through quite a lot. The blonde smiled, pulling it a little bit out of her reach.
Em’s eyebrows knitted together agreesively opening and closing her hand. A laugh left his lips looking down at the girl when she stopped reaching for the item and looked at him with a curious face.
After a beat of silence the little girl breaks out into a fit of giggles, forgetting all about the giraffe in her fathers hand.
“Think she likes your laugh.”
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“Uhh..” Y/n enters the elevator attempting to fit in with the four boys and multiple unnecessary baby items.
“Our friend found a baby on his doorstep.” The one with a beanie states after she’s pressed the button above theirs and the doors closed.
“dude..” The ginger's eyebrows knit together looking over at his best friend shaking his head, as if he had just told some very classified information.
The woman turns her head inspecting all the items they had with them. “By the looks of it I'm guessing she’s a girl and you’ve all never had to take care of a baby.”
The four of them all nod in sync.
With a sigh she turns around digging in her purse for a notepad and pen. She writes down her name, apartment number, and personal cell along with her house phone and hands it to the man, who’s hair is very fluffy.
“You seem like someone who would put this to good use if anything were to happen.”
George nods, folding the paper and placing it in his pocket, not even glancing at her name.
“I’m George, this is Karl and those two are Alex and Sapnap.”
The woman nods. exiting the elevator first when they arrive at their floor to allow them the chance to step off.
“Thank you,” Karl thanked the woman before halling the items in hand to the door to the left of the elevator.
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Unlocking the door Y/n steps inside, immediately engulfed with cold air. She mumbles about how her roommates are gonna get a cold at some point with how low they keep it, before closing the open door with her foot and setting her purse down on the couch, making her way into the kitchen.
“I say you drop out and live the rest of your days as a stripper.”
Looking back from her spot digging through their cabinets, Y/n is met with her two roommates, one shrugging at the statement that had just left their lips and the other scrunching her nose in disgust.
“I’m never gonna do that.”
The y/h/c woman laughs, placing a bag of scoop chips on the table before going into the fridge to get the salsa and guacamole she had made before going to work.
Art rolls her eyes before plopping down on the bar stool sat in front of the island. “So anyways, Y/n how was your day?”
After grabbing the contents needed the woman closes the fridge door placing down the guac and salsa before taking off her jacket and placing it on the counter.
Out of the corner of her eye she can see her roommate visibly grimace at the action and has an internal battle with herself not to move it to the coat rack.
Y/n’s eyes meet Arts and they have an entire conversation trying to decide whether she’s gonna tell her friend to move it or do it herself.
Basil clears her throat, dragging her eyes away from the dirty coat that was placed on the island she had just cleaned.
“I’m gonna go finish my homework.”
With that she leaves, excusing herself to her room and closing the door.
“So, tell me all about him.”
“Who?” She takes a swig of a cold water bottle she had gotten from the fridge along with her guac and salsa.
“You have that look on your face,”
Art reaches over the island, grabs a chip from the bag. before dipping it in salsa and sitting back in his seat with an eyebrow raised.
“Well I met him in the elevator…”
“Oh okay Y/n living the wattpad lifestyle I.R.L.”
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“Fuck she won’t stop crying.” Clay groaned looking down at Em who was upset but none of the five boys could figure out why. Karl shook up the bottle with the formal they had bought before handing it to Em who slapped it out of his hand.
“Oh she’s feisty.” Sapnap comments, also attempting to hand her, her giraffe which also gets slapped.
“I’ve got a meeting to keep her occupied for like fifteen minutes and I’ll call my mom after.” The blonde got up, handing his daughter to George before jogging to his room.
All of the boys looked at each other then at the screaming baby before deciding what the best option would be.
Five minutes later Y/n was downstairs now in gray sweatpants and a Nirvana t-shirt. She greets the boys before looking over at Emma; Her face morphs into a pout before taking her from George’s arm and cooing down at the little baby.
Y/n curls her index finger before carefully slotting it into her mouth giving her something the chew on. The boys looked at her as if she had just cured cancer.
“She’s teething, usually around this age their teeth start to come in so that’s probably what’s been bothering her.”
“You’re a lifesaver.” Alex admits and all the boys nod in agreement.
“I basically raised all of my younger siblings, so,” She smiles, rubbing the baby's cheek with her thumb. A few beats of silence goes by before the girl's alarm goes off telling her she has somewhere to be.
“Uh i have a job interview in a few minutes, order her a few teething rings and put them in the freezer and she’ll be good to go.” She hands the baby off to Karl before rubbing her slightly bald head soothingly.
“Let me know if you need anything else!” And with that she’s gone.
“Woah- how’d you guys get her to stop crying-?” Clay asks, confused looking at all the boys who looked like they had seen a ghost of some kind.
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