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youvebeenlivingfictional · 2 months

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What You Do to Me

Pairing: Jake Hangman Seresin x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting will be blocked

Notes: This was an abandoned Kinktober prompt from forever ago, so. Enjoy.

Not beta-read. Will probably spot 80 typos as soon as I post. Also posted it to the wrong blog the first time, whoops.

Length: 4.9K

Warnings: Best friend's dad Jake; age gap; praise kink; scent kink; masturbation; oral sex (female receiving); vaginal fingering; finger sucking; safe sex

Summary: You'd had a crush on your best friend's father for as long as you'd known the guy. It had been years. You'd gone on dates with other people; you'd had a couple of relationships, but you were never able to get the man fully out of your head. Jake made you so nervous, and it didn't take much—a hand on your back as he passed you in the kitchen, a smile across the table, a cheeky wink as he said pointedly said something so deeply uncool that Rebecca groaned in frustration. He was so intimidating, and brilliant, and gorgeous—and despite your intelligence, he just scrambled your brain.

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“I’m sorry about this.”

It had to be the fifth time you said it, but you seemed not to be able to think of anything else to say. You almost never could when Mr. Seresin was nearby. The soft chuckle that he loosed now did absolutely nothing to lessen your embarrassment—which was insane.

You'd been coming to the man's house for years, but you couldn't shut off the part of you that was so nervous in his presence. He glanced back toward you, shifting your duffel bag in his hands as he watched you hang up your coat on what had essentially become your hook in his home.

“It’s alright,” He insisted. “Are you hungry?”

You were starving, but you didn’t want to inconvenience the man more than you already had. Your old college roommate and best friend, Rebecca Seresin, wouldn’t be home for a full day, so you’d be alone with Mr. Seresin the entire time.

It was your own fault—you’d misread one of her messages and thought that she would be home when your train got in. You just wanted to keep yourself busy for the next day and not bother Mr. Seresin any more than you already had.

“No! No,” You fibbed, shaking your head.

But his little smile and knowingly raised brows told you that he didn’t buy your insistence for a second.

“Well, I was planning on ordering pizza anyway. You’re more than welcome to it when it gets here.” He turned away from you, adding, “Make yourself at home. I’ll go put your bag in your room.”

You bit your lip. Your room. It was his guest room, but you'd stayed there so often that he'd come to think of it as yours. It made you giddy. You’d been to the Seresin home so many times over the last few years, a few of your standard toiletries and a couple of spare pairs of clothes had their place in the guest room. When Rebecca had first invited you over for Thanksgiving break years ago, you couldn’t have known that you’d wind up spending so much time at the Seresin house.

You knew where everything was, you did the occasional load of your laundry, you knew where they hid the spare key. You were comfortable. Well—you were usually comfortable. Finding yourself alone with Mr. Seresin like this was pretty out of the ordinary.

You'd had a crush on your best friend's father for as long as you'd known the guy. It had been years. You'd gone on dates with other people; you'd had a couple of relationships, but you were never able to get the man fully out of your head. Jake made you so nervous, and it didn't take much—a hand on your back as he passed you in the kitchen, a smile across the table, a cheeky wink as he said pointedly said something so deeply uncool that Rebecca groaned in frustration. He was so intimidating, and brilliant, and gorgeous—and despite your intelligence, he just scrambled your brain.

You walked deeper into the home, glancing around the familiar surroundings. You’d take your time heading up, you decided. You wanted to shower; you felt so gunky from the hours-long train trip. You walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge and looking through the things in there.

There wasn’t a lot, so maybe he really had been planning on ordering a pizza before you called him to ask him to pick you up from the station. You eyed the six pack of beer before you glanced back, as if expecting Mr. Seresin to pop up and shoo you away from the alcohol like a bad puppy. When he didn’t, you reached out, taking one of the cans and shutting the fridge. You pushed yourself up onto the counter, opening the beer and taking a sip.

Your stomach flipped at the sound of Mr. Seresin’s footsteps nearing again. You tugged your phone out of your pocket, eyeing the screen and swiping through various apps to occupy your attention. His footsteps slowed, then seemed to still. You could feel his gaze lingering on you. It was a feeling that you’d grown more and more familiar with, and longed increasingly over the last few years.

“You gonna ID me?” You finally quipped as he came closer.

“I know you’re old enough. Have been for a while.”

You watched him round to you, leaning heavily on the counter as he drew out his phone. He seemed to swipe through a few things with a deep knit to his brow. You let yourself just watch for a few quiet moments. You’d rarely had the opportunity to look at him like this, to admire his features so openly, without fear of your friend catching you. His tongue poked out, and your stomach fluttered as he swept it along his lower lip.

“Extra cheese alright for you?” He asked. Your stomach flipped again as his eyes darted up to yours, catching you staring.

“Sure,” You agreed. You reached out to take a sip of your beer, but he took it before you could, raising it to his lips and taking a deep pull. You scoffed a stunned laugh, brows raising.

“Excuse you,” You reached out, prying it from his hand, and trying to ignore the skittering of goosebumps that ran up your arm as your fingers brushed his.

“My house, my beer,” He reminded you.

“Well, I licked it, so it’s mine.”

It was juvenile nit-picking, but you didn’t miss the way his gaze dropped to your lips before he hurriedly looked down at his phone, clearing his throat. Hell, you needed to get out of there.

“I’m gonna go freshen up.” You slid off of the counter, leaving the beer on the counter and sliding past him.

“Pizza should be here in twenty.”

“Sounds good!”

The guest room was just as you remembered it—sky blue walls, queen-sized bed, low walnut dresser and all. You crouched beside your duffel bag, fishing through it for a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeve shirt. You hesitated as you drew them out, lips twisting thoughtfully. The combo was comfy, but it wasn’t the cutest thing you’d brought with you. You reached deeper into the bag, drawing out a pair of tight-fitting leggings and a tank top with a low back and a sweetheart neckline—

No! No, why would you do that? Mr. Seresin wasn’t looking at you that way…But, if he wasn’t looking, what was the harm in dressing this way?

You shoved the sweatpants and long sleeve top back into your bag before straightening up, stripping off. You kicked your clothing into a pile beside your duffel bag. If you’d only been there a time or two, you might’ve been more wary of leaving your things that way, but the Seresin house felt like a home away from home. You’d neaten up later.

You headed into the bathroom, kicking the door shut and cranking on the shower. You began to hum that you’d had stuck in your head all day, dropping your clothes on the counter to change into. You got into the shower, tugging the curtain shut. You took your time cleaning up, using the water’s cover to transition from humming to singing softly under your breath.

You managed to lose track of time, only realizing how long you’d taken when you heard a knock on the door. Your eyes widened as you heard the door open just a little.

“Pizza’s here.”

“Okay!” You squeaked, “Thanks!”

You pushed out a breath as you heard the door close again. You shut the shower off, listening closely for the sound of the bedroom door closing as well. You snagged your towel from the bar outside of the shower, drying yourself off before stepping out. You eyed your outfit again. It was going to be fine—if he really didn’t care, then it really wouldn’t bug him, right? And if he did…A thrill of excitement trickled over you as you dressed. You gave yourself a look in the mirror, eyeing the expanse of your back revealed by your top. You gave a little shimmy, grinning at yourself before opening the door. You drift back into your room, bending down and scooping up your clothes to toss into the hamper. You glanced through it, frowning.

Didn’t you…

You turned, glancing between where you stood and where you’d dropped your things.

Where did your underwear go?

“You’re not seeing anyone?”

Maybe there was some wishful thinking on your part, but you were almost certain that Mr. Seresin was flirting with you—and that question wasn’t helping. The conversation hadn’t just been limited to the typical topics that you tended to discuss with Rebecca present. Sure, he’d asked you about how work was going, but it had moved on to what each of you liked to do in your free time, what you wanted your future to look like, his favorite places that he’d traveled, and where he’d like to go in the future—and now, whether or not you were seeing anyone.

You shrugged a little, poking a few remaining crumbs on your plate.

“Guys my age just don't interest me. They’re all immature little assholes.”

“I seem to remember being like that.”

“You’re not anymore?”

“Ouch!” Jake had laughed, slapping his hand over his heart. “That hurt me.”

“What about you? Are you seeing anyone?” You couldn’t resist the opportunity to ask. Jake’s brows rose a touch before he gave a short shrug.

“I haven’t for a while.”

“Why not?”

“Just haven’t felt the need.”

Your brow furrowed, your head tipping to the side as you considered that.

“Becca’s moved out, you’re here all by yourself…Doesn’t that get lonely?”

“Work keeps me busy.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

Your stomach flipped as Jake’s eyes narrowed. He finally looked down at his food, shrugging again.

“I don’t think about it much.”

You weren’t sure you believed that—and it certainly wasn't a no.

“You don’t have to do those.”

You kept your focus on the dishes in front of you, even as he joined you at the counter.

“I really don’t mind.”

“You’re an angel.”

Angel—that had no right sounding so goddamn good coming out of his mouth.

“That’s probably a bit much, Mr. Seresin.”

“You can call me Jake, you know.”

“I know,” You chuckled. “Just…Just a habit, I guess.”

“We’ll have to break you of that.”

The assertion made your stomach a flurry of butterflies. You hadn’t been blind to the speculative little looks that he had given you throughout dinner, or the change in his tone as you’d asked about him being lonely.

“Want another one?” You heard. You glanced back toward Jake to find him taking another beer out of the fridge.

“Sure,” You nodded, “Thanks.”

You bit your lip as Jake sidled up beside you again, setting the beer down by the sink and taking a sip from his own.

“I’m gonna head up in a bit,” He warned, “But you’re obviously welcome to stay up, do whatever you want.”

You nodded, trying to ignore the pangs of inadequacy and disappointment that made a home in your chest.

“Sounds good,” You fibbed. “Long day?”

“Yeah, and I’ve got a few emails to wrap and send off before I head to bed.” Jake raised the beer to his lips. “Holler if you need anything, though.”

“Sure! Thanks. And thanks again, for,” You raised a hand, waving around the kitchen, “You know.”

“Anytime,” He smiled. He patted your back, holding your gaze. “Goodnight.”

Damn, his hand felt so wide and so warm against your skin. You fought back a shiver, but couldn’t help pressing back into his touch just a little.

“Night,” You murmured. You saw a slight flicker in his expression, but before you could read into it, Jake was pulling back, his hand falling away. You turned back to the dishes, sighing as his footsteps receded. You could still feel the warmth of his palm against your skin. It was scant contact, but you were pretty sure you’d be thinking about that all night.

You shut off the sink, looking around. The house was so quiet. What the hell were you going to do? You supposed you could watch something? They had, like, every streaming service known to man, but you didn’t really want to watch anything. You sighed heavily, resigning yourself to a night of reading and fantasizing in your bed.

He shouldn’t have taken them. What the hell was he thinking? Jake eyed the pillow that he’d tucked your underwear beneath, swallowing thickly. He’d spotted them as he’d been leaving the guest room, just plopped atop a pile of clothing next to your duffel bag. He’d been thinking about them all throughout dinner—the dirty little secret waiting for him in his bedroom. He found himself listening for your footsteps, but…Nothing. Maybe he could just sneak them back into your room without you noticing? He could—He was sure he could.

Jake lifted the pillow away, taking up the scrap of black lace. He hesitated, heart pounding in his chest before he raised them closer. He took a whiff, then moaned quietly, pressing his face fully into the fabric as his dick twitched in his pants. Fuck, he could get addicted to that scent. He glanced back toward the closed door. You wouldn’t be up anytime soon, right? You’d probably stay downstairs, watch something before you headed up. He’d have time to put them back. He could be quick.

Jake hurriedly stripped off and grabbed some lube before he climbed onto his bed, taking up your panties again. He laid back, grasping himself in his slicked hand and holding the panties to his face with the other. He drew a deep breath in through his nose, humming low in his throat as he jacked his hardening cock.

You’d been damn near irresistible at dinner. The swell of your breasts had been tantalizingly visible as you’d leaned over your plate. The low back top exposing the expanse of your smooth skin had nearly driven him to distraction when he’d seen you at the sink, and the leggings you’d opted for had made him want to peel them off of you and bend you over the goddamn counter.

Were you still downstairs, laid out on the couch? He’d seen you make yourself at home before, one leg on the cushions, the other on the floor. Jake wanted to push your thighs wide and bury his face between them. He wanted to feel you grind against his lips, hear the little gasps and whines he was sure you’d make. He’d felt you press against him in the kitchen—he was willing to bet you’d be fucking gag for it.

Jake took in another heady breath, groaning, “Fuck,” Aloud before he could stop himself.

You froze at the curse. You’d been on your way to your bedroom when you’d heard it. Was Jake…Okay? Maybe he’d stubbed his toe, or dropped his phone behind the bed, or—

Your jaw dropped, heart pounding as you heard him moan. There was no way he was making that sound because of a stubbed toe. You bit your lip, creeping closer and pressing your ear to the door. You couldn’t hear as much as you could if you just….Opened the door a little.

You bit your lip, shaking your head. No way, there was no way you were going to do that. It would be a gross invasion of privacy, he’d surely kick you out of the house if he caught you. But you could listen just a tiny bit more, right? You pressed your ear even closer, letting your eyes slide closed as you heard him panting, cursing.

Was he naked? Had he just tugged his cock out of his sweatpants for a quick one? You slipped your fingers beneath the band of your leggings, toying with your neglected, tingling clit. You breathed softly between your parted lips as you ground against your hand, straining to hear the needy grunts and groans on the other side of the door. Fuck, you had to be quick. If he caught you—

Your heart plummeted into your stomach as you heard him say your name. Your fingers stilled, eyes popping open as you stood outside of his bedroom with your hand in your pants. Could he see your feet beneath the door? Had you made a sound and not realized? What as he going to do—

Jake groaned your name again, the sound chased with a ragged-sounding, “Angel…Mm, fuck, smell so fucking good…”

You slowly slid your hand out of your pants as you stared down at the doorknob. You could just hardly hear him over the blood roaring in your ears. You swallowed thickly before you raised your shaking hand to the knob, slowly turning it. You opened it slowly, wary of the door creaking. You finally opened it just enough to see the bed. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of Jake splayed out on top of the sheets, thrusting up into his hand as he pressed something to his nose. He murmured your name again, thighs tensing as his thumb swept across his cock head. You got a better look at the fabric in his hand as your focus adjusted to the dim light of the room.

You swallowed thickly. You could still leave—he hadn’t seen you. But when would you ever have another chance like this? You’d caught him red-handed. You drew in a deep, steadying breath as you gathered your courage.

“Finish answering those emails?”

You watched as Jake started, scrambling back and yanking his sheets up to cover his body. You took in his wide, almost wild eyes, and the flush rising in his cheeks. He swallowed thickly.

“What are you doing in here?”

“Looking for those,” You nodded toward the panties where they were still balled in his fist. His grip tightened on them as his glance darted to the lace. You climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips.

“What are you doing?” He asked lowly. You shifted in his lap, thrilling at the feeling of his cock beneath his sheets.

“What we’ve both been thinking about.”

“This isn’t right.” “Neither is stealing my panties, but that didn’t stop you.”

He heaved in a deep breath, jaw going tight.

“I shouldn’t have taken them and I’m sorry. You—” He sucked in a breath as you shifted in his lap again. “You need to leave."

“Why? So you can finish the job up here yourself?” You searched his face, letting your focus travel down to his broad shoulders and muscled chest. You’ve often seen him in sweat-soaked shirts, caught the slightest patch of skin as he’s raised his shirt to swipe at his forehead, but the glimpses have always been so brief, and few and far between

“I mean I could, but…” You leaned in, raising your pussy-slicked fingers to his face, sliding them against his lower lip, “Then we’d both have to deal have our fun alone.”

Jake’s tongue swept across his lips, just barely grazing your fingertips as you pulled them back. You watched his eyelashes flutter, his nostrils flare as he took in the scent of you. He tipped his chin up, tongue darting out to sweep across your fingertips. You smoothed your hand over his cheek, stomach swirling with butterflies as he turned his face into your palm. You pressed closer, brushing a kiss along his tight jaw. Jake drew in a deep breath, shaking his head.

“We shouldn’t,” He mumbled—but the insistence wasn’t nearly as stern as it had been just a few moments okay. You rolled your hips down against him, resting your forehead against his.

“Do you want me?”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is?” You reached down, taking hold of his hand. He let you lift it, fingers trailing gently over your side, around to the band of your leggings. You let it linger there for a moment before you guided it beneath the fabric. You sighed softly as his fingertips grazed your aching clit, and smiled as he reached further down, swiping against your slick folds.

“You feel that? What you do to me?” You whispered, tipping your hips into his touch. “That’s all for you, Jake.”

You heard him moan low in his throat, and your heart stuttered as he tipped his chin up, his lips brushing yours.

“Fuck, angel,” He murmured, “What are you doing to me?”

Jake’s lips crashed into yours, sending you swaying back, then into him again. You moaned, parting your lips and sharing heated kisses. You whined as Jake leaned back and slid his hand from your leggings, wary that he was changing his mind. Instead, you watched as he lifted his fingers to his lips, sucking them into his mouth before he shoved them into yours.

You gagged at the sudden intrusion, raising your hand and grasping his wrist as he stroked his fingers along your tongue. You sucked in a greedy breath as he yanked his hand away again, grasping the backs of your thighs and tipping you onto the mattress. You pulled your top up, tossing it off as he grasped your waistband, tugging your leggings down and flinging them away. Your mouth fell open as he dove between your legs, his shoulders pressing your thighs wide. Your eyelids fluttered as his tongue swept across your pussy.

You shuddered at the slick, heated slide of his tongue against your plumping cunt. His lips brushed, then wrapped around your clit, sucking it tenderly. Your mouth fell open with a moan, your hand sliding down into his closely-cropped hair. You didn’t need to urge him on, or plead. Jake tipped his head from side to side, teasing you messily. You could feel the wet slip of your juices spreading between your thighs with each lash of his tongue. You raised your other hand to your breasts, smoothing your thumb over your pebbling nipple, arching up as your pleasure began to swell.

You felt so close so quickly, and riled up further as he speared a finger into your throbbing pussy. You felt his head lift, his tongue sweeping from side to side as he pumped and curled his finger, then added another. You bit your lip as your cunt clenched around him, unable to help leaning into the sensation.

“Jake,” You warned, “I’m— Oh god.” Your warning was bitten off as Jake’s eyes crinkled with his smile. He didn’t let you get another word in as he leveled sucking kisses to your clit. Your mouth fell open, your grip tightening on his hair as your hips bounded down against his lips. He groaned against you, the vibration sparking every nerve in your body as you let yourself go, your eyes squeezed shut as waves of pleasure pulsed through your body. You sagged back against the mattress, heart pounding as Jake drew his fingers from you. His kisses trailed up over your belly, brushing across your breasts before he caught your lips in a filthy kiss. You shivered at the taste of your arousal as it lingered on his tongue.

You felt his hardened cock brushing against your slick inner thighs as he ground against you. You reached down, curling your fingers around him, and thrilling at the feeling of him in your grasp. You’d seen him earlier, of course, but the light had been dim, and now, with your fingers wrapped around him, he felt so damn big—Not just long, but thick.

“What do you want, angel?” Jake murmured between kisses. “Anything, ask for anything, I’ll fucking give it to you.”

“I want you to fuck me, Jake.”

A wide grin split across his face as he pressed his hand between your legs, palming the slick, tender flesh.

“Your wish is my command.”

“That too much for you?”

You would’ve been more self-conscious about your needy whimper if it wasn’t for the slight note of strain in his voice. You’d know that you were in for a wild ride when you’d rolled the condom on, but this was next level. You swallowed thickly, your eyelids fluttering and blinking against the well of pleasurable tears.

“N-no,” You breathed.

“Good girl. Almost there, angel.”

Almost?

“How much more is there?”

Jake chuckled through your incredulous question.

“You’re taking me so goddamn well.” His praise made you arch up against him, your breasts brushing against his muscles as you pulled in a shuddering breath.

“Fucking made for my cock—mm.” His voice dropped to a breathy murmur as his hips finally pressed flush against yours. Your nails dug into the strong, tanned skin of his shoulders. Your cunt clutched at him greedily, adjusting to the almost harsh way his girth spread you. You let your eyes slide closed as he planted his knees on the mattress, levering your hips against his and gaining better purchase.

Despite your somewhat leisurely preparation and the tender way that he eased into you, the first snap of his hips was almost brutal. Your moan choked out of your throat, a broken yell of his name leaving you as your nails dragged harshly across his skin.

“You have any idea—How long I’ve wanted you?” He grunted between deep thrusts. “How badly I wanted to—fuck—bend you over the goddamn counter earlier?”

You couldn’t stop the satisfied, thrilled grin that spread your lips, finally certain that your flirty gambit had hit the nail on this particular head.

“You mean you didn’t just steal my panties for fun?”

Jake huffed a strained laugh as he dipped his head down for a deep, searching kiss. You curled your arms around his shoulders, keeping him close as your hips drove up against his. He broke your kiss with a gentle nip to your lower lip, and a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Hold on tight, pretty girl.”

He set an almost furious pace, the sounds of your slapping skin nearly drowning out your whimpers. Your arms tightened around him, clinging to him as he took and took and took. You peered up at him almost wondrously, watching the flex and clenching of his muscles; the roll of his hips; the shine of your juices on his condom covered cock as he fucked you. Your toes curled in the sheets as your legs wrapped around his.

“Jake,” You moaned, “You feel so fucking big—Fuck, just like that.”

His growl-edged groan tore through you as his pace seemed to stutter a little.

“Harder?” You begged. He chuckled cruelly, thumbs swiping against your hips.

“Angel,” He shook his head, “Any harder and I’d break you.”

You tipped your head back against the pillows, surrendering to his whims—his thrusts, curses, kisses, nips, bites. You cunt throbbed as he drew his cock back, the tip still nestled in your entrance. He watched you closely, eyes dark with want as you strained against his grips and tried to draw him back in.

“Do you think you could cum just like this?” He murmured. “Hm?”

“I want your cock, Jake.”

“You have it, angel. You feel that?” You whimpered, wriggling against the sheets as he eased himself back in, inch by tortuously slow inch. “You feel what you do to me?”

You nodded blearily, growing closer to your orgasm as he grasped your wrists in one of his hands and pulled them up over your head. He curled close again, chest brushing yours as his hips ground into you deeply.

“Jake,” You sighed, forehead knocking against his, arching up against him. “I’m almost—fuck, ‘m so close, please.”

Jake grinned brightly, sliding his hand between the two of you and toying with your tender clit. Your jaw dropped at the onslaught, your pussy tightening and throbbing as you came. Jake followed close behind, a low, rough growl pushing against your neck as he followed close behind. Your eyes closed as his hips bounded, then stilled. He sighed into your neck, breath hot against your neck as the two of you settled. He tipped his head up, nuzzling your temple as you smoothed your hands over his back.

He drew out of you slowly, your cunt aching and clenching as he pulled away. You swallowed thickly, peering up at the ceiling as you heard Jake get out of bed. It was chased by the click of him turning on his bathroom light, and the hush of running water.

Oh…God, that was good, but you hadn’t thought about this part. Was he going to ask you to go back to your room? Should he even have to ask? You know what, maybe you should just go right now, before he had to say anything—

You propped yourself up on your elbows as Jake climbed back into bed, gently pushing your thighs apart and wiping you down. You bit back a bashful smile as he pressed a kiss to your hip. You watched him lob the washcloth toward the hamper before he cuddled close, propping his hands up beside your elbows.

“Going somewhere?” He asked.

“Bed?”

“You’re in one, angel.” Jake lowered his head, brushing his lips against yours. “But you’re welcome to go back to yours if you like.”

You leaned up, taking his lower lip between your teeth and giving it a tug, grinning as he pressed closer, lowering the both of you back onto the sheets.

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monstersinthecosmos · 3 months

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I know you probably don’t want to dwell on the show and the negative but I absolutely hate what has happened on here and how hateful people are in the VC fandom it’s just very demoralizing and makes me want to retreat from anything besides the books completely. The discourse was spicy before the show but everything is just even more divisive now and it has sucked the fun out of it. Not really an ask more of a vent sorry

Hi there!

You’re correct that I don’t particularly find it fun to dwell on the negative stuff – as you said yourself, SOMETIMES THE DISCOURSE SUCKS THE FUN OUT OF IT. But I do understand how you feel and I want to say a couple things and I hope this helps you find a groove.

First of all, I did my best not to acknowledge it too much because I didn’t want to validate the folks who were being cunts to me lol, but please know that this fandom (at least on Tumblr) has ALWAYS been kinda fucking violent towards me LOL. I started VC tumbling back in 2016 and it’s ALWAYS been a fucking trash fire. It is hard out there for Marius stans lmfao.

Like, when I was first posting on Tumblr and acclimating to the Tumblr culture it was so much of like, me feeling brave enough to share meta only for someone to be RB’ing me to tell me I’m wrong, or me talking about how much I liked something about Marius only for someone to vague me, or it was me hosting the huge fandom Discord back in 2017 only for people to then come on tumblr and complain about how the Discord was way too Marius Friendly as if like, a drama-free space where we can discuss the books makes it a harbor for predators.

Of course I also had the gaggle of fucking morons who were constantly stalking me, catfishing their way into my servers to try to take screenshots and write call outs and cancel me, who would not stop preaching about how “all these big blogs” are “actually such terrible people” because “look at the things they ship” even when I’d never been unkind to them, even occasionally donated to their GFMs. These are folks who think they’re morally in the right for protecting the virtue of Armand’s poor teenage asshole and executed this justice by stalking and harassing an ACTUAL PERSON LOL. Like, listen. I’m sorry to burst ur bubble, but Armand doesn’t exist. He’s letters on a paper. I’m actually a real person and you’re up my fucking ass because I don’t’ even fucking know why, you’re jealous of my fucking Tumblr engagement or something? Which one of us is actually the creep here lol?? Is this a race to the bottom to be the valedictorian of clown school on the website for homeschooled clowns?

I’ve also had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of acephobic discourse, being told I don’t do enough to protect every individual in fandom from their own bullies as if it's my job to do that, being called ableist for how I wrote Daniel in my fics even though I was projecting and discussing my own personal experiences – I’ve also had a project collaborator have a tantrum and try to steal my work until I had to threaten with legal action, I’ve been put on block lists, I’ve had many people consume my fics in secret without actually leaving comments because I’m too toxic for them to communicate with in public.

BLAH BLAH BLAH.

This was all before AMC showed up LMFAO. It was not easy for me! It’s still not always easy!

And so yeah like, by nature of the fandom EXPLODING we are going to see more drama. More people is more drama. The nature of the discourse often hedges into real life issues that people are very opinionated and passionate about and there are conflicting needs inside the same space about how to hold conversations. Even just the other day I RB’d a joke about Anne Rice and OP got upset with me because they didn’t want actual fans interacting with it. Whoops! I didn’t know! I just thought it was funny. ;.;

Even in good faith and with the best of intentions we’re going to step on each other’s toes, and we’re gonna find people we don’t vibe with. And that’s normal and it’s fine.

What ISN’T normal is this inability to disengage that I think we see often in online space, and I don’t want to get into a whole side essay about all the reasons why I think that happens. But sometimes you gotta be the bigger person and take it on the chin.

Like, yeah, it sucks. It sucks the fun out of the room when you share a space with such bitter people who can’t be kind to each other. But like. THAT’S A THEM PROBLEM, YOU KNOW? And I think we gotta remember that sometimes people like that do it for the attention or the spike of dopamine when they can pick a fight and honestly like, you don’t need to waste YOUR OWN time on it, but you’re also doing that person a kindness if you don’t enable the bad behavior.

And it sucks that Tumblr’s mute tools are awful!!!!! It would make navigating so much easier to be able to curate the dash a little better and keep the bad actors out of your space. I sometimes just fuck off and don’t even come online for days if I know I’m not in a good headspace and won’t have the strength to just fucking ignore it, because sometimes drama catches my eye and I get nosy and go down the rabbit hole, too – having ADHD makes it really hard to avoid sometimes LOL – but like I try to be reasonable and love myself enough to avoid it when I can help it. I’m not willing to make my own problems everyone else’s problem, and I hope that some of these shit starters in fandom will get there, themselves.

So yeah it blows when the vibes are fucking atrocious, and it REALLY blows when it’s a fandom this small where you can’t avoid it. Even when it’s a vocal minority it really just kills the fucking mood.

BUT WHAT I WILL SAY.

Whenever I say shit like “write what you want to read” and we’re talking about fanfic, or even meta or even silly headcanon posts or jokes, that also means draw what you want to see, it also means make what you want to hold, apply it to any creation you can think of. Put the thing you want to see into the world. And it counts for fandom, too.

I don’t want to be part of a fandom that’s constantly infighting and attacking people, so I don’t fight and attack people. I don’t want to be called a predator for being a Marius fan and so I don’t engage in posts that say as much, not even to argue, because I don’t want my followers (who might also be Marius fans!) to have to see that on their dash. I want us to protect our peace and create a space we want to be in.

Like I have a policy that any time someone says I’m a freak or any time I see truly godawful word salad discourse, I go out of my way to post something kinky and offputting about Marius LMFAOOOO because I want to be surrounded by reasonable fun people who share my sensibility for fiction. AND SOMETIMES IT’S CRICKETS, AND SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO WORK HARD TO FIND YOUR PEOPLE. But at the end of the day I know I’m being my most sincere self and I’m trying to have a good time and just post fun things that I enjoy. And like, the book fandom is small as fuck and we’re all famished, but I think if more of us did that, we’d build a much more productive and tolerant space.

And for all the shit I’ve mentioned, all the drama and attacks and all the times people have harassed me or tried to make me feel small, you know what? I just got back from @apoptoses & @cup-of-lixx 's wedding and they met in VCblr! We spent all week with our VCblr friends! We all went to New Orleans together last Halloween !

When I used to work on ships it was like a fandom friend world tour! I had so many coffees in port with my vampire friends!

I’ve learned so much about writing from all the time I’ve spent here and the community of writer friends who supported me! There’s folks I met on VCblr that I talk to LITERALLY every day! They are such huge parts of my life and genuine life-long friends!!!!!!

Sometimes it seems like the ROI is garbage but like, so much of finding the joy is also learning to protect yourself from the negativity.

It IS out there. It DOES suck. And it’s lonely when you haven’t found your people yet. But fandom doesn’t have to be the 500 angry assholes arguing with each other about a fucking TV show, it can be your 3 besties in a private group chat having a great time.

Like I just drove @hekateinhell to the airport (met THROUGH TUMBLR!) and on the way back I was listening to an episode of Last Day and they were discussing the concept that “community is a life raft” and it hit me so hard man!!!!!!!!!!!

Find your people! Block the shit starters! Mute discourse buzzwords that you know are going to upset you!

Keep! Posting! What! You! Want! To! See!!

Fandom is self-generating, we can do this!

My inbox is always open and BELIEVE ME I have been motherfucking persona non grata in this place before and I know how rancid the vibe can be so please come talk any time it's grinding you down, I got you!!!!!!!!!!!!

#fandom lolitics #also some more thoughts in the tags lol but #this also means LEAVE COMMENTS #not just on fics but like on art on HC posts on whatever #talk to people!#support each other!!!

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Guys! Guys!

I was going through old flash drives searching for a file when I came across the first few paragraphs I wrote for a story I originally called, "FireStarter." I completely forgot about this!

Originally, I had an idea for a story where Blaine has the ability to start fires with his mind when he gets frustrated or upset. This idea eventually turned into APR.

It's not much but I'm putting it here so it can live on my blog.

The first incident happened when Blaine was 8.

He’d been determinedly rubbing his sticks together for over ten minutes, desperately trying to create a spark of fire. His frustration level grew as the other boys around him whooped as meager sparks formed before their eyes. Blaine threw down his sticks and went to fetch two more. Five minutes later he felt a mixture of happiness due to friendship, yet a deeper feeling of failure as his friend Paul gasped in awe as his own sticks produced small flames. Blaine focused on the sticks in front of him and rubbed away, his small fingers starting to hurt from gripping so tightly. He was painfully aware that everyone around him had managed to create their fires. What was wrong with him?

“Jeez. Blaine’s so stupid he can’t even rub sticks together the right way.” Blaine burned with embarrassment as he heard Colin’s smug voice followed by the laughter of the other boys. Paul threw a stick at Colin. “Shut up!”

“Hey! That’s not how Boy Scout’s conduct themselves. Paul, apologize to Colin.”

“Aw, that’s not fair! He was being mean to Blaine.”

“Paul, apologize. Now.”

Paul stood up and reluctantly shook Colin’s hand. “Sorry.” Colin gave him a smug smile.

Blaine felt Scout Master Thomas’s hand on his shoulder. “Blaine, relax your grip some. As a matter of fact why don’t you take a break? This doesn’t have to happen today.”

Blaine shook his head and continued to focus. Yes, this did have to happen today. There was no way he was going to be the only one to not start a fire.

“Blaine…son, let go of the sticks. Stop.”

Blaine kept rubbing the sticks together.

“Blaine, stop.”

Blaine kept rubbing.

“Blaine! Stop right now!”

Blaine stopped but while there were no sparks in the little pile of wood and newspaper in front of him, sparks seemed to ignite within him. He felt a strong burning sensation in his chest. He started shaking just a bit. He stared at the pile in front of him and….

WOOSH!

A flash of flame exploded, rising about a foot in the air. Everyone jumped back except for Blaine who sat staring at the fire in front of him. The Scout Master swore under his breath as he grabbed Blaine’s shirt and pulled him away from the flame. Assistant Scout Master Jerry appeared out of nowhere with a bucket of water he had prepared just in case. He quickly doused the flames as the boys chatted excitedly and stared at Blaine with impressed expressions.

“Are you okay?” asked Paul, his voice filled with awed concern. Blaine nodded despite the fact that he was definitely not okay. He was terrified.

How did he do that?

“That was amazing!” Paul gushed. “Your fire was the best! All that rubbing made it huge.”

Blaine slowly nodded. Yes. Sure. Of course. That’s what happened. He rubbed the sticks together for so long and so hard that it created a really big fire.

Yes.

That’s exactly what happened.

___________________________

That night Blaine excitedly told his parents about the fire. His father smiled and nodded, his eyes filled with pride.

His mother did not look impressed.

“So, the fire started because you rubbed the sticks together, right?”

Blaine looked thoughtfully at his mother. “Well…yeah. How else would it start?”

Jenna looked at her son and forced a smile.

“No other way, dear. There’s no other way.”

#APR Origin Story #Sort of #YaDiva Finds Things

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True Confessions of a Cosmere Blogger

[There's a Stormlight spoiler in here! For Oathbringer specifically]

Followers, friends, people who ended up here through tumblr's broken search function: it is time. Time for me to lay bare all of my most terrible secrets as a Cosmere blogger. I am ready, and I hope you are too, for these very honest and real confessions.

1. I don't fucking know how to spell Gavinar Galivar Gavilar's name

Real talk: I had to look up the spelling to make this joke because I couldn't remember which was the right spelling and which were the wrong spellings. It's the grandson, I think. It's not fair to have Gavilar (I had to look at the wiki again) and Gavinor (I had to look this up too) have such similar names, not to mention Dalinar (I'm good there) making me forget whether it's the L or the V first in that dude's name. Seriously, this guy's name is the hardest part of writing any Roshar list.

2. My wife came up with my most popular list

I think my very first post is still my most popular: "How Other Cosmere Characters Would Convince The Stick to Become Fire." And who came up with this awesome idea? My wife! I was hemming and hawing about whether to actually start this blog, and she was like, "Hey, what about a list where everyone tries to convince the stick to become fire?" and let me tell you, that list wrote itself--I couldn't type fast enough. The jokes may be mine, but the idea, which is the funniest part, was all her.

My wife had another really good list idea that I still haven't written, since I haven't found a way to do it justice, but when I finally write it, I bet it'll do great.

3. I don't watch Brandon Sanderson's videos

I don't know. I just have trouble watching Videos On The Internet. I had to FORCE myself to watch the Secret Projects announcement since nobody would say what it was, and that was super hard.

4. I don't read fanfic

I think my blog would classify as fanfic, so it would be fair to say that I write it but I don't read it. I've only read like two fics in my life, and they were both because the girl I had a crush on at the time ordered me to (and yes...it was Wincest). No real idea why I don't read it; just something about my brain, I guess. It does mean that I am trying to understand shipping dynamics and fan preferences through tumblr osmosis, which is why my shipping-based lists may occasionally just leave out some huge pairing I was entirely unaware of (like Navani & Ialai, apparently! Whoops)

5. This is my third list blog

I like to pretend that "list blog" is a genre. It actually worked for a while! I had atlalists first--I joined tumblr because I was writing lists for my own amusement and my roommate at the time told me they thought it would do well on tumblr-- and then bleachlists. Bleachlists was the height of my success; I got so many asks & list requests that I had to create a whole separate blog, askbleachlists, just to handle them. I wrote three lists...A DAY. And some other people made their own "list blogs" inspired by bleachlists, which was wonderful. People made art--I still have some of the bleach art people made hanging in my office. It was fun! Then I left tumblr for a while, and now I'm back with cosmerelists.

6. I thought about making this blog a LONG time before I did it

It just felt really scary! The Cosmere has so much lore and so many characters and so many magic systems and I do NOT have a handle on it all. I read Stormlight Archive 2 1/2 times in preparation, hoping to at least have a handle on that part. But what helped, actually, was going to the Cosmere DragonCon panel last year, listening to the questions, and realizing that nobody really understood the majority of what was going on. So that made me feel better. And in the end, it was just something I wanted to do, and it's my way of enjoying a fandom, so I thought I'd give it a try.

7. Sometime I forget major plot points (Oathbringer spoiler)

I put Demid in a poll as a Bondsmith candidate and people were like, "isn't he dead?" I still don't remember him dying. I'm so sorry, Demid.

At least I can spell your name...right?

#cosmere #cosmerelists #oathbringer spoilers

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Hello Autumn! I love your stories! You’ve inspired me to make my OC WoL to write about. The thing is I don’t know where to start? Any tips or advice you could give that could help me get started? Thank you so much!

whoop, meant to post this one earlier and got distracted! But hey; maintenance day.

I found prompt lists are a good place to start; there's all sorts of character ones out there, some for WoL and some generic ones. Even if your answers changes as you write the character, they're handy for noodling out some ideas to get started thinking about who they are and why.

Otherwise, take a look at MSQ itself. Maybe play through it, first time or in New Game+ and take some notes; how does the character feel about this, and why? Not you the player; what about your rough idea of the character's background and personality would make them react to X event or Y person? How? Why? Some will be influenced by your own knowledge of the meta and plot, but there's a lot we can glean by seeing the story as the character experiences those events.

And then we can write about it later.

We all put a bit of ourselves into our characters, we can't really help that; they are reflections of our thoughts and experiences, even when quite different from us. A "successful" OC, In My Opinion, is one that you start to realize would do or say things you never initially intended, but it's the right course of action for them.

I've spoken on this before, that trusting our own character creation, how we determine some things about the character at the outset, even subconsciously, can and will have an impact. And sometimes we just have to trust ourselves and see where that unexpected thread leads.

*stares down thousands of words, hundreds of screenshots, and a handful of art commissions, over 5 years for a ship she never meant to write to begin with*

And it's not set in stone! You might change something, find some things work better later after all, retcon a few things, follow a random thread only to find it doesn't work out...and that's OK. Don't be afraid to experiment. This is all for fun!

Also don't try to determine every detail at the beginning; it's a way to box yourself in, or an excuse to not get started in the first place. I knew on chargen that Aeryn's bio dad was a Coerthan farmer who died in a lead-up attack to Ferndale; I didn't know anything else, not even his name, for years, until a random idea from a random prompts got me. I sat on it for a while, and then eventually followed the thread into the Avengret storyline. We also didn't have Thavnair until EW, so I left a lot of things about Aeryn's family vague and purposefully off to the side of the "mainland Thavnair culture" to give myself some breathing room, and it's worked out decently.

The game's always updating, changing, and evolving; give yourself the same space the game writers do themselves, and determine if new info makes you want to retcon something or work your own lore in alongside updates; flexibility is key, and characters can be wrong, misinformed, lying, or altered by events and people they meet.

Anyway; these are a few things I work with. I think some of the earliest things in my blog you'll find for any of my characters are some short prompt responses before I started writing and posting stories involving them (and some of those answers have changed over time as I grew more certain of who they were--or they changed!). I have notes from ShB and EW MSQ--some just sentence fragments, some short scene or dialogue ideas--to get how Aeryn reacted to MSQ events and interacting with people. Most of them never end up in stories, but they're important as they let me noodle out how to write about those events.

Hope this helps! And here's to seeing your WoL join the fray. 😘

#final fantasy xiv #lyn prompts #lyn meta #writing #character development #blogging #about me

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Omg what was wrong with that anon and their hateful asks? Literally just undeserved and disrespectful hatred. It’s really disappointing to be in this fandom sometimes

Anyways, I hope you’re ok and I wish you the best, fuck them haters <3

Exactly. And don't worry I'm doing fine, my self esteem isn't suffering for what some person with unhealed issues has to say about my blog. I've done the inner work necessary to live my life perfectly happy without letting comments like that get to me.

For context about that anon I usually don't respond to hate mail. Unless they're offering to pay me for my troubles. But that's the first one I've gotten in a while ( and I low key know who it is from because it's a person I recently kindly suggested should go see a therapist instead of piling abuse on shippers of things they don't like, I know I know, I shouldn't have done that, I'm getting better at ignoring posts like those)

But anyway for the hate Anons out there, I don't work in retail anymore, so I don't get paid to sit here and take abuse.

So here's a public announcement: if anyone wants me to reply to hateful anons I'll do it only after they Venmo/cashapp/PayPal me some money for my troubles (make it USD please, this OP needs some Bridgerton Cosplay dresses) because here's a hard lesson everyone has got to learn, nobody online is obligated to take hate or endure negativity from anons for free.

Now if I'm getting paid for it? Well that's another conversation: My rates range from lowly 100 USD for entertaining basic insults to a whooping 1000 USD depending on eloquency and intensity of hate. No money for my troubles, then no free answers for hate mail. That's my new system. And I hope the trend catches on and people start putting up their rates for answering hate Anons.

trust me the only reason I've ever put up with angry and rude people in my life was because I had a job where I was literally getting paid to deal with them. Was it good money? Yes, did I enjoy spending that money? Also yes. So it's not like I'm not familiar with the concept of letting people vent their frustrations on me. But not for FREE. Are you kidding? In this economy?

Nope, not this blog right here and definitely not me.

And that's the tea

#personal opinion #hate free blog

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im a bad mutual i forgor ur faves BUT!!!!!!! um. Uh. tee hee. GIVE ME. ROXY LALONDE. AND. LE EPIC JOHN. . 🏳️‍🌈🧸👽😭

oh shit that reminds me. i said i was gonna up and make a faves list to link on my blog foreverrrr ago and i totally forgot. (now ill do it for sure. eventually)

anyways!!! this shit is long so im putting it under a

roxy:

🏳️‍🌈 she is so bisexual to me idk. i also like mtf roxy hcs those have always been soo so real 2 me

🧸 i think she had a lot of imaginary friends. people and animals. shed walk around this big ol house and imagine she was hanging with all these guys. and i think she was suuuuper chatty with the neighbors. in a cute lil kid way. the carpacians? i think? its been forever since i read the comic (whoops)

👽 i think she hates silence like in conversations. it makes her super uncomfortable like something went wrong so shell try to fill it up by saying shit. any thing . or maybw not idk lol thats projection

😭 hmm well i think teenage alcoholism is up there. idt she felt so good abt it at any point. like this guilt maybw. maybe she wondered if she was actually disappointing her mother or wasting her memory? maybee

JOHN:

🏳️‍🌈 john said hes not a homosexual which means hes OBVIOUSLY bisexual. obv. i remember seeing this lil ftm john comic where hes talking to dave for the first time and daves like. so whats ypur name. and johns like shoot. and he looks around his room and sees one of his dumb movie posters and it has the name john on it and hes like. thats it thats the one. and he tells dave his name is john. i love that shit. if i could find it id link it here.

🧸 john was a bastard child i think. prankster from a young age. he was literally born to be someones brother yk. oh shit. jades i guess. lmao he was born to be her twin brother. i think he was a happy lil kid though dad egbert strikes me as a delightfully silly man.

👽 hmm honestly i think hes the normalest out of all the kids maybe??? except jane but even jane had all the weird batterwitch shit goin on. maybe john likes socks. thats weird as shit who the hell likes socks. he seems like the type to. maybe hed like silly hideous patterned socks.

😭 i hate HATED the epilogues but something abt depressed john appeals to me. i HATE the way they did it but i think john having mental illness is great. hes got like these inklings of depression and dysphoria and then SBURB happens. worst birthday ever. his dad dies. he meets his best friends forever? conflicting stuff his brain doesnt know what to do. maybe a lil residual trauma from that day. he doesnt like birthdays anymore. this is nothing but im having fun writing so. lol.

#TYYYY FOR THE ASK BELOVED MUTUAL #asks

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vampirecorset · 4 months

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🕸️⋆˖⁺‧₊☽𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖞 𝖓𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖛𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ 🕸️

So I guess I should probably do an intro- (read this then scroll for my t-word info)

HIIII!!

Im Not new here… like at all

Been on tumblr for a couple of years now

Butttt I dooo need to explain what I’m about on this blog, and why not with an intro post!!

So hi my name is Chloe, not bedda that’s just the word for pretty in Sicilian

I’m mostly Sicilian and native but I’m also Irish and German so ye

Tickling for this blog is completely… erhh drum roll please-

SFW

And please understand by that I just don’t allow nudity or sexual content, like I’m perfectly fine with t-word torture and intensity but if it’s pörn then nah no thanks.

Also another big bullet point, uh guys-

I AM A MINOR

*surprised picachu face*

I’m a 16 year old, and I have my birthday in said bio.

Btw,

ANYONE CAN INTERACT EXCEPT PÖRN BOTS AND BLOGS WITH NUDITY BUT DO NOT REBLOG MY POST AND PUT KINKY TAGS OR TAGS YOU WOULDNT WANT AN MINOR TO INTERACT WITH

And do NOT MESSAGE ME IF YOU ARE ABOVE 18 THATS WEIRDDD

Fun facts about me, let’s goooo!

IM TAKEN BY @fillibusterbuddy THEYRE LITERALLY SO AWESOME GSIXNSKJSGZKS :3

I’m a Roman Catholic! Please don’t worry, I really do keep in mind to respect others no matter who they are or believe in so don’t be worried hun I won’t harass you lmao

Mm I’d say my style is more vampire romantic goth, kinda 90s goth if you will

I speak a Little German and I’m learning Sicilian and Cherokee as of rn!! So if I say any of those languages on there and I say some thing wrong please inform me :)

My favorite animal is a Siberian tiger 🐅

I WILL BE SUPPORTING PALESTINE ON HERE AND SHARING INFORMATION ON THAT AND MISSING INDIGENOUS WOMEN

Those are the genocides I worry about the most, however I will reblog what information I find about others

MY TWORD INFORMATIONNN WHOOP WHOOP

I’m 10000000% lee, I’m not gonna be your ler so sorry pfft

I’m don’t mind teases dm to me or in asks, in fact please please PLEASE send me asks and fic recommendations!!

I’ve never been tickled in real life sooo I have no idea where I’m the most ticklish at 🧍🏼‍♀️

I think my fav tool with have to be a good old fashioned feather

And honestly if I had to guess I feel like I’m the type of person to have a ticklish belly button so…

I DO ROLE PLAY!!

But I’m always gonna be the lee cause your girl is a horrible ler

Btw when it comes to messages, I’m very inconsistent with responding cause I’m a busy Highschooler in all honors classes

So please don’t take offense if I don’t answer, sometimes I’m not ready to reply and sometimes I get nervous so please be patient

Id consider myself a shy person too so don’t be surprised when you gotta tease first or make the first move cause Yeahh 😭

I WILL ALSO POST AGE REGRESSION CONTENT SO IF YOU DONT SUPPORT THEN LEAVEEEE

My fandoms‼️‼️

•Heathers (the movie and musical)

•Fire Emblem Warriors

•Pokémon

•Seraph of the End

•Vampire Knight

•The Case study of Vanitas

•Nintendo

•Slashers

•Monster High

•Avril Lavigne

•Welcome Home

•Demon Slayer

•Obey Me!

•Ouran High School Host Club

•SpongeBob Musical

•Hamilton

•Legally Blonde

•Aladdin

•Hercules

IF YOU LOVE THESE FOLLOW ME AND REQUEST FICS PLEASE!! TALK TO ME ABOUT THEM I BEG OF YOU I LOVE MY FANDOMS AS IF THEY WERE MY OWN CHILDREN 😭

THATS ALL I HAVE THANK YOU ALL SM FOR READING!!

DONADAGOHVI ‼️🫶🏼

January, 26th, 2024

#That’s goodbye in Cherokee 💋#tickle community #tickle blog #sfw tickle community #Vamp Intro #Spotify

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@ems-roleplay-blog

"I get over-thinky about everything." He pointed out. "But thank you for trying not to let me get that way." He smiled at her and briefly put his hand over the top of hers before letting it fall to his side again. He was very thankful to have her here, because otherwise he was fairly certain he would be sitting here, ripping his hair out of his head. Or maybe he would still be fully in denial after her very tactful conversation about how the way he talked about some guys was not exactly in the very straight, super platonic way. "I guess I can try." Granted, the "old charm muscles" hadn't been put to much use recently (saving the world from monsters took away from having a dating life). "What could go wrong, right? Other than me like, making a total fool out of myself. Which is very possible. But I do that anyways, so no big whoop."

Nancy snorted at that. "He looks like a lost little dog." She agreed, because it was funny. That was the face she had made when she kissed Steve the first time, the face he made when a pretty girl (or occasionally a very cute guy) complimented him. And she was allowed to laugh at him. "And if nothing else comes out of this whole mess, he really does care about you, and I can tell he likes being around you. You're the kind of friend I think he needed." She smiled. "Unreasonable and annoying, almost to a fault." She teased, giving his leg a poke. "Plus, it's like free entertainment."

"True, you could make a fool of yourself. You're really good at that sometimes," Robin said with a laugh. "But I think if you're gonna make a fool of yourself in front of anyone I think Eddie is a really good candidate." Besides herself, but this felt too obvious to point out. "Speaking of; I wanna talk to the weirdo myself. I wasn't just worried about you, you know." She walked over to the other side of the counter, punching in numbers she knew by heart. "It's weird calling your number standing next to you."

Eddie laughed loudly. "Exactly. If nothing else I'm extremely entertaining, and that's enough to keep me around for most people." He played with a strand of his hair for a moment, his brows coming together a little bit. "He's the kind of friend I needed too. All of you guys are. Wish it happened a different way but you guys were a good group to go through this bullshit with." At the sound of a phone down the hall Eddie perked up, glancing a little nervously at Nancy. "They found me," he said, half sarcastically.

#🖤 / heaven is a place on earth with you: musing #🖤 / ems roleplay blog

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Welcome to the Seasoning City Esper Collective!

Recent data from the local hospital record has shown that phenomena known as “psychic powers” may be more common than we realize. Abilities such as spirit communication and telekinesis are no longer myths or legends, and are increasingly visible in the public eye. However, little is truly understood about psychic powers, and those possessing them are often viewed as either lying for attention or dangerous to society.

And yet espers are no child’s imaginary game, nor are we monsters that hide in the shadows. We are simply people, people who often feel isolated from our peers due to our unique lived experiences.

That’s why the Mitsuura Foundation has graciously granted the esper community of Seasoning City a place to connect with each other and find our equilibrium. At the first Seasoning City Esper Collective, espers of all shapes and sizes can come down to meet people just like themselves, and even new ones they may find kindred spirits in.

Spoonbenders and exorcists alike can enjoy our center’s diverse recreational offerings, such as the tennis court and yoga lessons. Grab a croissant to eat at the center’s state of the art cafeteria, or take it up to the cozy library with a nice cup of tea.

Young espers can make use of the Youth’s Club, while parents of those 10 and under are welcome to drop off their supernatural sweeties at our fully staffed Daycare. For adults and children alike with unique medical needs, our staff can connect you with trusted professionals across a wide range of disciplines, whether you’re dealing with extrasensory overload, spirit possession recovery, or accidentally superhealing your twisted ankle the wrong way.

Whether you’re looking to connect with those like you, seeking advice because your toddler keeps destroying the silverware, or needing a place to get away from the visions you’re plagued with, we welcome you with open arms. Just because you’re superhuman, doesn’t mean you’re not human.

Seasoning City Esper Collective

7-8, Furikake District

Seasoning City,

Saitama Prefecture 555-0175

Phone: (XXX)-XXX-XXXX

Operating Hours: 7:00 - 20:00 M-F, 7:00 - 22:00 weekends

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Hiya! I’m Bird and I made this blog to generate more interaction with OC artists in the Mob Psycho 100 tumblr fandom. When you submit your OCs to this blog, you can specify what types of interactions you’re comfortable with people drawing between your OCs and theirs, and see who in the community has posted their OCs for you to draw too! If you do draw OCs interacting, feel free to submit the art here or tag this blog in it so that I can put it here for everyone to see. You also don’t have to draw OCs interacting - submitting your own regular OC art is great too. Check out the FAQ for more info!

I meant to make this blog after I made a good example reference post for my own ocs...but forgot that I didn’t do that yet when I clicked “add new sideblog,” whoops. Oh well. This blog is still a work in progress, so the appearance might change in the coming...months (I am busy).

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mp100 ocs #mob psycho 100 ocs #mp100 oc

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One Year of ‘Panda-Writes-Kpop’, And I Think It’s Time We Had An Honest Conversation

Yep, you read the title right - it’s been one WHOLE year since I started writing on this blog. Well, technically, this Friday (the 22nd) is the one year anniversary, but I didn’t want to mess up my writing schedule, and it’s more convenient for me to publish this now.

Now, before I continue, I just want to state that I mean to cause no alarm with the title. I promise I’m not going anywhere, but it’s time that I be honest with all of you about what goes on behind the computer screen sometimes.

Let’s Talk About The Elephant In The Room - The Avengers AU!

Okay, so maybe you guys wouldn’t consider this the ‘elephant in the room’, but it is to me since I, you know, published the last teaser in January and haven’t done more than allude to it since then... whoops. Moving on, I am happy to announce that all of the chapters are fully written, and I just need to edit them and send the first chapter or two off to a beta reader (or two or four; you know who you are ;P) to make sure that I am producing the highest quality of content for you all!

This being said, I am finally ready to announce a date and schedule for the Avengers AU - granted that nothing else goes sideways. So... September 5th will the release date of the first chapter, and a new chapter will come out every three to four days. Now, if you’re scratching your head and wondering, “Katie, how will you work this into your writing schedule?”

Oh my goodness, do I have a great solution for you, my pearls! I actually will not be posting any of my regular content during this time. I know that this may be disappointing for my readers who aren’t interested in this series, but think of it as a great time to explore other fantastic writers (I have plenty of recommendations, feel free to hit me up for some!), or if you feel so inclined, maybe you want to explore some of my content that you haven’t read yet!

Also, something else to add, if any of you are fans of the Take Me Away series, then you’ll know that I explicitly stated that I was not going to take requests for that series. Well... that won’t be the case for this series. There are a lot of loose ends and potential dates/endings/relationships to be expanded upon, and I think you all would have way more creative ideas for what should be done from the ending point of the series than I would.

Writing’s Hard. I Know You All Probably Knew That, But It Doesn’t Make Anything Better

Yeah... I’ve been lacking a lot in creativity and motivation as of late. I don’t really know why, but it sucks when I have a lot of ideas and I’m not sure where I want to take them, or if I even want to write them at all.

I feel pressured by my own very high personal standards to put out only the best of the best for people to read. I’m scared that people won’t like what I write, and, by correlation, me whenever I publish a new fic. Despite what you may or may not think about me, others’ perception of me is part of the validation I need in order to get through my day. I want people to tell me that I’m a good writer, not for the ego boost or anything, but because it helps me feel less like garbage when I get too much into my own head.

I don’t know, everyone, I just want to write because it’s my form of escapism. Sometimes, just writing helps me process my feelings better than talking to someone else. I love writing, just as I love different types of music. K-Pop is a music genre that I adore, along with the groups and idols in it, so it made sense to me to combine these two loves of mine. I didn’t think I’d get this far, and don’t get me wrong, I am so thankful for all of the love that I receive. Every person that I’ve had the pleasure of interacting with has been nothing but lovely and kind, and I hope I’ve had the same impact on them.

That got quite sad fast... let’s move ahead and talk about something different.

What Does That All Mean, Katie?

I said I was going to be honest, so I will be. This fall, I’m going to be attending a local university to major in Chemical Engineering. I’ve spent the last few days applying to different workplaces in the hopes of getting a part-time job before I start going to college. I’m getting my first debit card in the mail sometime this week or next week.

Basically, I’m becoming an adult, and honestly, it’s terrifying. The realization that there’s a limit on the free time that I’ll have is scary to think about. I’m going to a new school that is exponentially larger than the high school that I went to. I’m scared that I’ll hate what I’m majoring in, and that everyone will be disappointed in me if I don’t please them.

I promise I’m not trying to be sad or anything, but I want to be realistic and honest. While taking a look through my blog, I had to be honest with myself. Do I love writing with all of my heart? Absolutely. Do I eventually want to take the experience I’ve had from writing here and use it to publish my own original novel? Yep! Is this blog something I can manage while toggling being a full-time university student and holding a part-time job?

Well, I guess we’ll find out together, huh? I promised you all in the beginning that I won’t be going anywhere, and for the most part, that statement is true. I won’t be abandoning this blog - but I will be making a few changes.

First off, the upload schedule’s got to change. After the Avengers AU is fully out and done, I will be going to one post a week. I’m thinking about doing Saturday or Sunday (aka the days I don’t have school LOL). I’ll probably be working on Saturdays in order to have some sort of income while I’m in college, so it’ll probably be either late Saturday night or sometime Sunday.

Second, anon asks - I’m going to try and dedicate one day a week (separate from the posting day, of course) to answering non-request anon asks all at once. I’m thinking about Wednesdays since that’s usually when I reply to anon asks, plus it’ll be a nice way to relax and unwind from college since I enjoy talking to you all.

Third, requests and the groups/idols I take requests for - I will keep requests open, but I ask for your patience since I will have a much smaller amount of time that I can spend on writing than I had before. A high school student has way more freedom than a college student has, or at least, that’s what I’m expecting. Something I’ve been thinking about changing, however, is the groups that I take requests for. I recently got a request for a 4th gen rookie girl group that I don’t write for, and I honestly want to write the request since I really enjoy that group’s debut. The problem is that I don’t know the group or idol well enough to write for that group yet. So, I’m going to allow requests for girl groups I don’t have on my Masterlist, but when you request for a group that I don’t write for, you understand that the request may take longer to be added to my WIP since I don’t know them that well. I would prefer if you all requested idols/groups that were on my stan list, but I’m not opposed to exploring new groups that I haven’t listened to yet.

The Future Looks Brighter Than Before... I Wonder Why That Is?

I know we’ve discussed some heavy information in the past sections, so I want to end on a positive note. Thank you all so, so much for supporting me through every hill and valley that I’ve had to climb over and under in order to bring you the highest quality content that I can. It doesn’t matter if you’ve been here from the beginning, if you’ve just met me, or if you come from somewhere in between. I love and appreciate all of you for everything you’ve done. You helped me survive and endure the last year of hell high school, and I can only hope that you will continue to support me for many anniversaries and future projects to come.

Speaking of future projects, since you’ve come this far, I do suppose you could use a bit of a ‘thank you’, huh? Feel free to let me know which fic or idea you’re looking forward to the most.

The 7 Dreamers Separate AU Project - Basically, since I already wrote three longer AU fics for my ult girl group (Gunslinger! Dami, Ghost! Gahyeon, and Demon! SuA). I figured that the other four deserve to have a chance to shine as well. Look forward to fics about Princess! Handong, Monster Hunter! Siyeon, Egyptologist! JiU, and Zombie! Yoohyeon - the last will be a Halloween Special, FYI)

Gunslinger! Dami will make a return with more fun characters to be revealed, and more love and shenanigans to be experienced. Will Gahyeon get into another bar fight? We’ll just have to see...

Ghost! Gahyeon will also be making a return. I like to publish two Halloween fics - one that’s more angsty and horror (Ms. Zombie! Kim Yoohyeon for this year) and one that’s fluffier and sweeter. We’ll finally get some resolutions to the unanswered questions that left people on the edge of their seat.

I’ve done an elaborate AU for my Dreamcatcher girls, but don’t you think that some of my other girls deserve the same amount of love? Well, it won’t be as long as Dreamcatcher’s, but they will get lots of love from me. In case you were curious, here’s what I’ve been thinking:

Greek Mythology/Goddesses! - Itzy

Witch! - Blackpink

Dating Otome-Style AU! - Twice

Don’t have any ideas for the soloists, Red Velvet, or Mamamoo, but I’m more than open to suggestions!

To end the spoilers, I’m looking to add more soloists to my masterlist, and I have a couple in mind, but I’m curious about who you would like to see added to the list next! As for groups, I’m looking to balance out the Masterlist with some fourth gen girl groups, but there are so many potential candidates that I’m facing a bit of indecision at the moment lol.

#Katie talks #one year of panda-writes-kpop #aka one year of being a very public very avid Dami lover #no regrets LOL

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I posted 18,037 times in 2022

That's 1,739 more posts than 2021!

401 posts created (2%)

17,636 posts reblogged (98%)

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I tagged 3,204 of my posts in 2022

#anime life - 339 posts

#hermitcraft - 176 posts

#iswm - 127 posts

#homestuck - 106 posts

#fnaf - 96 posts

#ofmd - 88 posts

#deltarune - 80 posts

#markcu - 75 posts

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#splatoon - 54 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#yucky but its fine for other people i guess. good in other things but gross as a primary condiment. yummy!!!! i love mushrooms. yucky and gi

My Top Posts in 2022:

i had a dream last night where i was in a high stakes game of magic the gathering, and even though im very bad at magic the gathering, i was extremely winning because WotC just came out with a new set of cards for like. Pride i guess? and they didnt want to seem homophobic so they were very OP.

anyway heres my best recreation of two of the gay mtg cards

(the lyrics on the lesbian card are from Dodie's song "She" - I don't remember exactly if those were the lyrics on the card but i DO remember looking at it and going "oh i guess they got Dodie involved in this? ok")

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i think it's really funny when people criticize something they don't like by calling it "soulless". saw someone say that about squishmallows, and said that instead of buying that soullless crap, you could spend the same amount of money buying a real stuffed animal

now, i don't care if they do or don't like squishmallows, but i am fascinated by the premise. squishmallows dont have souls, but other stuffed animals do? is toy story real? are beanie babies going to christian heaven?

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None Of You Know What Haiku Are

I'm going to preface this by saying that i am not an expert in ANY form of poetry, just an enthusiast. Also, this post is... really long. Too long? Definitely too long. Whoops! I love poetry.

If you ask most English-speaking people (or haiku-bot) what a haiku is, they would probably say that it's a form of poetry that has 3 lines, with 5, and then 7, and then 5 syllables in them. That's certainly what I was taught in school when we did our scant poetry unit, but since... idk elementary school when I learned that, I've learned that that's actually a pretty inaccurate definition of haiku. And I think that inaccurate definition is a big part of why most people (myself included until relatively recently!) think that haiku are kind of... dumb? unimpressive? simple and boring? I mean, if you can just put any words with the right number of syllables into 3 lines, what makes it special?

Well, let me get into why the 5-7-5 understanding of haiku is wrong, and also what makes haiku so special (with examples)!

First of all, Japanese doesn't have syllables! There's a few different names for what phonetic units actually make up the language- In Japanese, they're called "On" (音), which translates to "sound", although English-language linguists often call it a "mora" (μ), which (quoting from Wikipedia here) "is a basic timing unit in the phonology of some spoken languages, equal to or shorter than a syllable." (x) "Oh" is one syllable, and also one mora, whereas "Oi" has one syllable, but two moras. "Ba" has one mora, "Baa" has two moras, etc. In English, we would say that a haiku is made up of three lines, with 5-7-5 syllables in them, 17 syllables total. In Japanese, that would be 17 sounds.

For an example of the difference, the word "haiku", in English, has 2 syllables (hai-ku), but in Japanese, はいく has 3 sounds (ha-i-ku). "Christmas" has 2 syllables, but in Japanese, "クリスマス" (ku-ri-su-ma-su) is 5 sounds! that's a while line on its own! Sometimes the syllables are the same as the sounds ("sushi" is two syllables, and すし is two sounds), but sometimes they're very different.

In addition, words in Japanese are frequently longer than their English equivalents. For example, the word "cuckoo" in Japanese is "ほととぎす" (hototogisu).

Now, I'm sure you're all very impressed at how I can use an English to Japanese dictionary (thank you, my mother is proud), but what does any of this matter? So two languages are different. How does that impact our understanding of haiku?

Well, if you think about the fact that Japanese words are frequently longer than English words, AND that Japanese counts sounds and not syllables, you can see how, "based purely on a 17-syllable counting method, a poet writing in English could easily slip in enough words for two haiku in Japanese” (quote from Grit, Grace, and Gold: Haiku Celebrating the Sports of Summer by Kit Pancoast Nagamura). If you're writing a poem using 17 English syllables, you are writing significantly more content than is in an authentic Japanese haiku.

(Also not all Japanese haiku are 17 sounds at all. It's really more of a guideline.)

Focusing on the 5-7-5 form leads to ignoring other strategies/common conventions of haiku, which personally, I think are more interesting! Two of the big ones are kigo, a season word, and kireji, a cutting word.

Kigo are words/phrases/images associated with a particular season, like snow for winter, or cherry blossoms for spring. In Japan, they actually publish reference books of kigo called saijiki, which is basically like a dictionary or almanac of kigo, describing the meaning, providing a list of related words, and some haiku that use that kigo. Using a a particular kigo both grounds the haiku in a particular time, but also alludes to other haiku that have used the same one.

Kireji is a thing that doesn't easily translate to English, but it's almost like a spoken piece of punctuation, separating the haiku into two parts/images that resonate with and add depth to each other. Some examples of kireji would be "ya", "keri", and "kana." Here's kireji in action in one of the most famous haiku:

古池や　蛙飛び込む　水の音 (Furu ike ya　kawazu tobikomu　mizu no oto) (The old pond — A frog jumps in The sound of the water.)

You can see the kireji at the end of the first line- 古池や literally translates to "old pond ya". The "ya" doesn't have linguistic meaning, but it denotes the separation between the two focuses of the haiku. First, we are picturing a pond. It's old, mature. The water is still. And then there's a frog! It's spring and he's fresh and new to the world! He jumps into the pond and goes "splash"! Wowie! When I say "cutting word", instead of say, a knife cutting, I like to imagine a film cut. The camera shows the pond, and then it cuts to the frog who jumps in.

English doesn't really have a version of this, at least not one that's spoken, but in English language haiku, people will frequently use a dash or an ellipses to fill the same role.

Format aside, there are also some conventions of the actual content, too. They frequently focus on nature, and are generally use direct language without metaphor. They use concrete images without judgement or analysis, inviting the reader to step into their shoes and imagine how they'd feel in the situation. It's not about describing how you feel, so much as it's about describing what made you feel.

Now, let's put it all together, looking at a haiku written Yosa Buson around 1760 (translated by Harold G. Henderson)

The piercing chill I feel: my dead wife's comb, in our bedroom, under my heel

We've got our kigo with "the piercing chill." We read that, and we imagine it's probably winter. It's cold, and the kind of cold wind that cuts through you. There's our kireji- this translation uses a colon to differentiate our two images: the piercing chill, and the poet stepping on his dead wife's comb. There's no descriptions of what the poet is feeling, but you can imagine stepping into his shoes. You can imagine the pain he's experiencing in that moment on your own.

"But tumblr user corvidcall!" I hear you say, "All the examples you've used so far are Japanese haiku that have been translated! Are you implying that it's impossible for a good haiku to be written in English?" NO!!!!! I love English haiku! Here's a good example, which won first place in the 2000 Henderson haiku contest, sponsored by the Haiku Society of America:

meteor shower . . . a gentle wave wets our sandals

When you read this one, can you imagine being in the poet's place? Do you feel the surprise as the tide comes in? Do you feel the summer-ness of the moment? Haiku are about describing things with the senses, and how you take in the world around you. In a way, it's like the poet is only setting a scene, which you inhabit and fill with meaning based on your own experiences. You and I are imagining different beaches, different waves, different people that make up the "our" it mentioned.

"Do I HAVE to include all these things when I write haiku? If I include all these things, does that mean my haiku will be good?" I mean, I don't know. What colors make up a good painting? What scenes make up a good play? It's a creative medium, and nobody can really tell you you can't experiment with form. Certainly not me! But I think it's important to know what the conventions of the form are, so you can appreciate good examples of it, and so you can know what you're actually experimenting with. And I mean... I'm not the poetry cops. But if you're not interested in engaging with the actual conventions and limitations of the form, then why are you even using that form?

I'll leave you with one more English language haiku, which is probably my favorite haiku ever. It was written by Tom Bierovic, and won first place at the 2021 Haiku Society of America Haiku Awards

a year at most . . . we pretend to watch the hummingbirds

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