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Hey, can you do a Donna beneviento x long lost child, he/she is a bsaa agent (member of the hound wolf squad) that has a mission on the village and got captured then the lords were surprised that he/she has Beneviento last name and then it turns he/she is Donna's child and they met and then Donna try to say sorry for abandoning him/her and eventually the two make up. Also make the story longer if you may plsss

Purple Hyacinth

(Donna Beneviento x child!reader)

*pinterest: hideandsiek

Word count: 1703

I am so sorry this took so long😭i tried my best to make this good so it'd kinda make up for the time but idk, hope u like it😔🫶

ps: i changed a few things but not like the main idea yk, lmk if its okay😔✌

ps: pls lmk any spelling mistakes😬

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It was your first official assignment at the BSAA, there would be no “babysitters” on the field with you, which you were glad. It was supposed to be simple, go in, gather information on the cult’s activities and get out.

Of course there was some danger to it, such as getting caught by the village leader leading to endless torture and experiments. Just light consequences if you make a mistake.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

You arrived at day time, a few hours past the morning sermon. You believed that pretending to be a lost traveler during the day was less suspicious than at night.

You took mental notes of everything you’d see, the architecture, the clothings, language. Soon enough you knew exactly what to say and to whom.

However, your good luck couldn't last forever. And that's how you find yourself trying to argument your way out of Heisenberg's factory.

You knew he wasn't fully in agreement with Mother Miranda, from what the villagers said.

Unfortunately for you, he needed a favor from the priestess, hence you now being dragged to the Lord’s meeting.

Donna didn't recognize you at first, in all honesty the dollmaker was barely paying attention to the meeting, choosing to get lost in thought while staring at the ground.

However, you had a birthmark near your right eye, noticeable enough that the moment Donna looked up she knew it was you. Suddenly the room felt as if it closed on her, her breathing started to get inconsistent, her hands tightened around her dress while Angie quietly tried to calm her down.

You weren't supposed to be here, you were supposed to be safe, she tried so hard to keep you safe.

The minutes passed in a blur, the Lord’s voices were almost unintelligible, until Mother Miranda ordered Lady Dimitrescu to choose your fate. Donna was quick to rise to her feet and quickly whisper a request to the priestess, who distrusted her eagerness to keep you but accepted nonetheless.

1989

You were born four weeks before winter, so quiet and pale that for a moment Donna worried you were sick. You brought a joy that she hadn't felt in a year since her parents died.

Until winter arrived, and then suddenly you were both trapped inside the Manor.

The voices became too much, her fear was too loud. There was so much death in this house, Donna feared you would be just another victim of it, so she let you go.

The Lady spent the entire winter loving you the best she could, memorizing every laugh, every cry.

The Duke was the one who helped in getting you to a good foster home, away from Romania, away from her, away from her curse.

During that year, spring didn't reach the Beneviento Manor

Present day

The walk to the Manor was quiet, especially since you knew of the dollmaker’s ability, annoying her would do nothing but get you killed.

However, you remained observant, noticing how anxious Donna seemed, even though she was in her territory and you presented no threat.

Once approaching her house you chuckled at the sight of a few daffodils blooming. Donna quickly stopped in her tracks and turned to stare at you.

You smiled awkwardly. “Sorry, just saw some daffodils.”

The dollmaker nodded slowly, scanning the garden looking for the flower. “It means rebirth.”

You made a noise of agreement. “I was just thinking of a song.”

Donna made a low “oh” and continued her walks towards the house.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

It took two weeks for you to talk to each other. Donna was overwhelmed with the need to care for you but simultaneously afraid of telling who she really was and end up with you hating her. You, on the other hand, carried on the mission, quietly investigating the house and its inhabitants, Donna’s constant disappearance only made it easier.

It wasn't a long conversation, just small talk during dinner, but for Donna it was everything.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Only one week later and you overheard a phone call of intruders. Your first thought was a rescue team, you hadn't found out much regarding the village’s routine but knew enough of the Lords.

You had been with the BSAA since you were a child, they picked you up in an orphanage claiming you had great potential to protect the world. You believed in them, they were the only family you knew.

Therefore, you took your chance and ran away from the Manor in the middle of the night, trying to find the team.

Donna noticed a few minutes later, rushing off of bed, praying to every god that nothing happened to you.

She found you in a clearing, sitting on the floor surrounded by who Donna believed was the intruders. You barely moved when she approached you, slowly sitting down beside you.

There were tears streaming down your face, your gaze locked in the bloodied knife in your hand. “They came to kill me.” You said, not turning to look at her.

Donna took a deep breath, keeping her hatred for those men hidden while trying to comfort you. “Mother called me to warn that they may stop by at the Manor, they always do this when one of their spies fail.”

You turned to look at her, trying to hold a sob. “But I didn't fail, I swear I didn't! Why do they not want me anymore?!” You could barely breathe, the tears were flowing freely, the knife long forgotten while you held yourself. “Why does no one want me? What did I do?” Your voice no louder than a whisper.

Donna could feel her heart break at every tear that went down your face, she knew it wouldn't be fair to tell you now, so she pulled you close and held you while you cried.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Afterwards you willingly stayed with Donna, being more talkative towards the woman, even sometimes participating in Angie's game.

Even though the dollmaker was definitely happier, her anxiety still took a toll on her. The other Lords and Miranda kept questioning why she’s protecting the girl, even you were confused but decided not to test your luck by asking her.

It was during a sunny day when Donna decided to tell you the truth. You were both under a tree, you were laying with your eyes closed and your head in her lap while she read a book.

You looked so peaceful that she almost gave up but she couldn't keep this hidden forever, despite the others attempt at secrecy, she knew they were already investigating.

Donna gently tapped your shoulder, silently asking you to sit down, to which you did.

The dollmaker took a deep breath, picking her nails as a way to destress and strongly avoiding your gaze. “I-I was just wondering if you’ve ever wanted to meet your mother.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise but quickly turned into confusion. You had never told her your past, in fact it took you weeks to tell her your first name. “I’m sorry, what?”

Donna could feel her heartbeat getting faster, she still refused to look you in the eyes. “Mother was investigating…” The dollmaker thought back into lying, shaking her head. “That was a lie, I’m sorry. I just-I-”

You stopped her mid sentence and held her hand. “Breathe. It’s okay, you’re okay.”

Donna quickly nodded, wiping the tears that started to fall. “I’m your mother.”

You furrowed your brows, trying to control your breathing. “You’re lying.”

The dollmaker shook her head, gripping your hands tighter. “I’m not, I swear. I-I was so scared I didn't want to let you go but it was the only option I had. Please, please, don't hate me.”

You felt confused, you stared at her for a while, hoping that it’s just a stupid joke, but it wasn't. And then you felt betrayed, sad, angry. You wanted to scream at her, to forgive her, to cry. But you did none of it, you only removed your hand from hers, and wiped the few tears that slipped. “No.”

Donna’s eyes widened and before she could say anything you spoke again. “I’ll pack my belongings and leave.”

You rose to your feet slowly, afraid that your legs might give out, and walked towards the Manor.

The dollmaker quickly followed you, gently grabbing your arm and turning you around. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Just-I-please give me a chance.”

You scoffed. “Why? No offense but I don't want to be abandoned for a third time.”

You tried to release your arm but Donna kept her hold. “I know you have no reason to trust me. But let me prove myself to you, I won't make the same mistake, I promise.”

You stared at her hands trapping your arm. “Your promises mean nothing to me.”

Donna nodded, attempting to not break down in front of you. “I know.”

You took a deep breath and looked at the woman in front of you. “I can't take it again, so please don't ask me to stay just so you break me again.”

“I won't.”

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

You waited a year to tell the others since you needed more than a few words to believe the dollmaker and officially meet her family.

Alcina was extremely happy to have another child in the family, even though you constantly reminded her that you were an adult.

At first Karl was awkward, especially with being the one to have kidnapped you. Sometimes Donna regretted the time she introduced you two, most of it was when you’d show up back home covered in coal.

Moreau was glad to have a new friend, but mostly confused as to when Donna had a kid.

And Miranda…well she tried to kidnap you once she found out the pregnancy was during the cadou’s implant. However after a lot of talk and some threats she agreed to only a few blood samples.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

For all the following years, wherever you were she was. Donna took her promise to never leave you quite serious, of course you both learned boundaries after a while.

Even though you were an autumn child, you brought spring back into her life. And in return, she gave you a family.

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milgramprojectfan · 3 months

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Things I expect to see/want to see in the third trial MVs (lmk if we already know any of these)

Haruka- Literally everything. We need After Pain levels of concrete evidence. We don’t know who the victim even is!! Like both of his MVs are all just vibes and breadcrumbs!

Yuno- Ngl I think she’s good overall, like we know most of the stuff we need to. Maybe we could see why she decided to become a sugar baby, or I saw a theory she threw herself down some stairs as a DIY abortion, so smth like that.

Fuuta- I want to see what the girl did that Fuuta felt he needed to bring justice to. Not that it’d change my verdict, I’m just curious. I also saw a theory that someone was impersonating Fuuta and like doxxed the girl and stuff, so maybe we’ll see that.

Muu- I really want to see what Rei’s deal is. Like I feel like her and Muu’s relationship is a lot deeper than it first seems. Also I expect to see why Muu’s friends switched up on her, cuz I feel like that’s one of the main mysteries with her. (

Shidou- I kinda just want confirmation on whether or not he actually stole organs, cuz like people keep saying it’s confirmed but it’s not 100%. Also what happened to his kids? Why do we see them in Triage and not Throw Down? Are they dead? Also were his wife and kids in a car crash, and that’s what the call in Triage was? I feel like Shidou’s MV are like Haruka’s where they say a lot but also nothing at all

Mahiru- I feel like Mahiru’s story is pretty wrapped up nicely, like Yuno’s. I think maybe we’ll see her boyfriend be confirmed as codependent too, since I’m like 99% sure he was.

Kazui- I honestly just want to see him confirmed as gay. Like we all know he is, but I want to hear the words “I’m gay” come out of Kazui’s mouth. Other than that, I expect to see some more backstory with Hinako (the wife).

Amane- I expect to see more around Amane’s murder , because we assume it’s her mom but it could be someone else. Also we don’t know how she did it, like we see her in her marching get up with a bloody staff, but I doubt she was actually dressed like that irl.

Mikoto- Mikoto’s kinda boring imo, so i want to see how Mikoto was the one who killed that man and John is covering for him. I don’t expect this to happen, but it’d be a unique twist. I expect to see the circumstances surrounding the death, but idk what that’d be.

Kotoko- ok her new MV just came out so I’m kinda don’t know what to expect, but maybe like see what happened to that girl (Lucky I think?). Someone on here said smth like “What if Lucky died and that’s Kotoko’s crime for being in Milgram because she focused too much on punishing perpetrators and not protecting victims”. So yeah.

#milgram #the milgram project #kotoko yuzuriha #amane momose #kazui mukuhara #mahiru shiina #mikoto kayano #muu kusunoki #fuuta kajiyama #haruka sakurai #shidou kirisaki #yuno kashiki #predictions

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where-is-francis · 2 years

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𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝘿𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙄𝙣 𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙮𝙖𝙧𝙙?

[ 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨,

𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙠𝙪𝙡𝙡

𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 ]

𝙀𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙈𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝!𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙄: 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠

Before You Interact | Part II

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩: Weird things have started happening in Hawkins. When Eddie is nowhere to be found, he asks for help from the only person who might be able to navigate the situation. (Based on the songs by Secret Shame)

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨: He/Him [female aligned DNI, you have enough stuff]

𝙎𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚: Somewhat angst? Idk, Eddie’s just on edge.

𝘼/𝙉: This is going to be 2 parts at the very least. If I can hammer out some stuff (and find motivation), it might evolve to 5/6 parts. Depends on how this goes. You’re referred to as a Witch but the term is being used very loosely; no mention of a specific religion in here. You have my cats btw! Only one is mentioned in this chapter, but you’ll meet the other in the next.

𝙏𝙒: Descriptions of Vecna’s victims, you have a vision (Witchy related; not a hallucination or anything), lmk if I need to tag for anything else.

Eddie Munson knew you like the back of his hand. Most days, he teased you with this fact; but he thanked whatever God above that you hadn’t changed in the few days since he’d gone into hiding. Like he expected, you were awake, focused on whatever was happening in the comic book you were reading in bed.

Even in all the chaos that was the past three days, your room was unfazed. Everything exactly the same as he remembered. Normal, even.

He closed his eyes, brows furrowed, and began to debate if he was going to be the one to ruin your normalcy. To bring you into the ongoing hellish nightmare cycle that had become his life. Ripped and torn away, thrashing, and tipped upside down.

The long haired male shook his head, beginning to climb down the large tree and go back to the safety that was Rick’s boathouse. No way in hell was he getting you mixed up in this. He shouldn’t have even left — you were better not being involved. As he reached the grass, a familiar voice caught his attention.

“Get your ass in here. And hurry, before the neighbors see.”

His eyes softened as soon as they saw your face, leaning out the window, motioning for him to come in. Eddie scrambled to make his way back up the tree, clumsily sliding through your open window. You held your hands out to brace him as he stood, shaken and unsteady in front of you. The familiar scent and low lighting of your room began to swallow him, as if it was wrapping around tightly and giving him a hug.

But it was you instead. Your arms coiled tightly around his shoulders, squeezing (what was left of) the life out of him. As you pulled away, it became more apparent how bad things had gotten.

Eddie looked worse than you’d seen in years. Dark shades of red and purple showed as rings around his — somehow, still soft — doe eyes. His long hair was matted in places, pine needles sticking out every so often, and signature Hellfire shirt covered in dust and dirt.

“You nearly scared the shit out of her, you know. I think you owe her an apology.” You smiled, nodding in the direction of your cat. “She saw you at the window.”

For the first time in days, Eddie smiled. “And I’ll do just that. But I really need to talk to you.”

You nodded once again and took a spot on the floor, to which the metalhead followed. The black and orange cat that once was content laying in the comfort of your bed made her way down, promptly laying in between your legs as Eddie scratched behind her ear as an apology.

He was finally able to get a good look at you and your features that he missed too much. Nights were spent in that shitty boat on the lake, tucked under a tarp, wishing you were there to make it better with a bright smile — or maybe some sarcastic comment. But in the familiar bedroom, that’s exactly what you did. So he began to tell you about everything that happened.

No words left your parted lips after Eddie was finished. Everything was insane — absolutely, undeniably, wholeheartedly batshit. But the look in his eyes and trembling of his entire body gave way to how real it was. Time had come to a standstill as he talked about it, an eerily familiar feeling that sent your stomach to your knees.

“Why’d you only tell me?”

“You’re the only person that won’t think I’m crazy.”

You stood up and began to pace, thinking it over. The cogs in your mind started turning, trying to figure out what to do to help your best friend. But no matter how fast or hard they turned, it wielded nothing.

“I mean, I’ve had some weird experiences with… all of this stuff.” You gestured vaguely to an altar at the other end of the room. “We know that. I’m not sure exactly how to help.”

Eddie ran his silver-clad fingers down his face, grimacing at the situation. Not only was the sight of Chrissy being killed replaying in his mind at every waking moment, but now he’d dragged you into this. Before he could even open your window to try and escape again, you caught his hand with your own.

For the first time in what felt like forever, his eyes met yours. Those soft brown doe eyes that seemed to be able to convince you to do anything — like join Hellfire — were now glazed over and filled with fear. But, even if just for a moment, you could’ve sworn they softened when he looked at you.

“Eddie, you came to me for help. I’m not letting you feel guilty about that. Give me a few minutes, let me figure something out.” You spoke carefully.

It took a minute before he finally agreed. Once he did, your hand slid off of his wrist, exposing it to the cool air. The dungeon master laid back on the plush bed and began taking in your room again, hoping to ground himself.

Posters and tapestries covered the walls, sending a multitude of colors bouncing from the mirror that sat by your closet. In the daytime, a small sun catcher would aid in the spread of colors, but it was dark out now. Only a single lamp shed light in the small room and made the corners at the opposite end feel a little darker, a little colder. Eddie rolled to the side, motioning for your cat to come see him, which she happily obliged.

You smiled to yourself and picked up some books by the altar. “I remember when you first came over. Man, she hated you.”

The brunette grinned as well, thinking about the first time he found himself in your room. “Yeah, she wouldn’t stop growling at me. And now look, we’re best friends.”

With your cat and guest both distracted, you began shuffling through random sticky notes and scrap pages that rested near the altar. Determination filled your (e/c) eyes as if the answer was already written down. It was like losing a word you knew — having it right on the tip of your tongue, but sent you flailing helplessly as you struggled to find it.

Once the cat was satisfied with the attention and moved off the bed, Eddie sat up and sighed. He glanced in your direction, almost laughing at how you looked like a mad scientist or conspiracy theorist as you skimmed through the papers. Previous dreams, visions, spells, and rituals were all written down on the closest thing you could find at the time, and then placed in a general pile to be organized later.

Like a bullet in the back, it finally hit you.

“I think I know what to do.”

Silence had filled the room; with each passing minute, it became more and more eerie. You knew that delving into the current situation wasn’t a great idea, but it was the best you had at that moment.

Gray smoke swirls danced in the air as they rose from a stick of incense. Eddie always loved how it smelled, making your room come to life, but he couldn’t focus on it this time around. Three became two as you had (very nicely) evicted the cat from your space, telling her she could come back in later.

Your best friend sat with you in bed as you prepared. What it was that you were looking for, you weren’t sure. But if he was there, you knew you’d be fine.

“I’m not sure if I’ll see anything, it’s not exactly something I can force.”

The dungeon master nodded, his gaze lingering on you for a second longer than usual. As your eyes closed, he took the time to look over you again. The way the low light of the room played and shadowed your complexion, highlighting smile lines and dimples around your mouth. How perfect the (h/c) (strands/coils/twists) seemed to sit without even trying. Everything about your appearance was effortless, but still gorgeous.

He was in deep. And this time he knew it.

Music in the background played softly, at first turned on to muffle the hushed conversations, but now just to calm your minds. For a few minutes, the blackness behind your eyelids was all that you could see. Having visions wasn’t uncommon for you; an amateur witch with the gift of clairvoyance.

Splotches of dark blue began to creep into your mind like a spreading fog, slowly consuming your focus. It wasn’t a normal fog — almost like the kind that only comes out when it’s super humid. A sticky and suffocatingly thick fog.

Eddie’s heart picked up as he saw your eyes begin to move while still closed. Instinctively, his hands grabbed your own, moving closer.

“Are you okay? Can you see anything?” He tried to keep his voice calm.

“Yeah,” you began to rub the back of his hand with your thumb. “I’m good, it’s… hard to explain.”

The softness in your voice seemed to ease his nerves slightly. You felt as the tension slowly fell away, his hands relaxing into yours. Though, what you were seeing wasn’t like anything you’d ever encountered before.

The blue tinted fog had begun to evolve into a scene. It was desolate, the plants just remnants of what once was. No signs of life, other than the strange black vines that covered everything — if you could even consider those alive. A lack of light seemed to swallow everything it touched. This time there was no fog or sign of weather to be seen in the hellscape.

“The air is so stagnant. I can feel it. Nothing is alive in this place… wherever it is.” Your brows furrowed. “It’s like nobody’s here.”

Eddie knew your mind was moving quickly, as it always did during a session. He grabbed a notebook and began writing down whatever you said; a precaution to keep it in the front of your mind.

Dark tentacle-like vines rose and fell ever so slightly like they took a breath in the barren land. Glimpses of a riverbank were all you could see before they parted and gave way to a red storm. Soundless lightning struck through the sky, slicing it open like a serrated knife. Pillars of the same material as the vines began to point in the direction of the storm.

An overwhelming numbness and cold feeling overtook Eddie as he glanced up and saw your expression. Your normally soft brows were furrowed, a grimace morphing your expression into one of pain, paling your face. The hands that rested in your lap were tense and fidgety — he had never seen anything like this.

The maroon storm stayed put but shapes in the distance became clearer as you caught images of moving closer to it. It was a strange sensation: to watch as the vision played out in snapshots like a ViewMaster, but still be able to feel the physical effects of it. A house that was pushed behind the thick fog now came into view. The inked pillars surrounded the house as it began to separate, giving way to a sickening set of trophies.

Bodies had become intertwined with the tar-like substance as a tree branch grows through a fence. First Chrissy, then others that you didn’t know. No hope rested behind their hollowed eye sockets and open mouths — they were there to stay.

A tightening sensation filled the other male’s chest as he watched, now concerned for your safety. Every light in your room began to pulse, sending goosebumps over your arms. At the height of the energy surge it had grasped control of your stereo. The chorus of a song rang out, though he didn’t recognize the song. Eddie glanced around, wondering if you were somehow controlling them; in your own words, weirder things had happened to you before.

Despite the tight feeling in your throat, you spoke again. “Whatever it is…”

You don’t belong here.

All at once a symphony of bursting lightbulbs and shattering glass filled your ears as they rang. Your eyes snapped open as the pressure between your ears became too much, a heavy feeling hitting the back of your head. It took a few moments before you could fully register what had happen, instead being shielded by Eddie’s arms that wrapped around your shoulders. Only after being submerged in darkness did the stereo turn off.

In the newfound darkness, you could barely make out his features. Labored breaths of his hit your lips from the close proximity. When the lights went out, he dove for you and knocked you into the headboard in the process. After some grounding, the two of you began to light the miscellaneous candles that littered the room, and began to clean up the shattered glass.

It was quiet for a while. Tense silence grasping at your throats like it wanted you dead. Every unexpected movement or new sensation caused the doe eyed male to flinch; now even more confused than when he arrived.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know that was going to happen.” You whispered as you emptied glass shards into an old photo box.

Pale streaks of moonlight and orange shadows kept the two of you company. If Eddie wasn’t already on edge before, he definitely was now. The usual rose tint that covered his cheeks and nose was now gone, leaving him visibly more pale.

“Jesus, man, I don’t care about that. Are you okay? What the fuck happened?” The brunette planted himself in front of you.

A nod was the only response you could muster, causing Eddie to release the breath he didn’t realize he was still holding. His brown eyes followed to find you sitting down on the dark gray sheets once again. You began to run your fingers across the headboard where Eddie had — somewhat accidentally — knocked you into it.

Neither of you knew what to say. Relative silence was soon replaced by birds chirping, making both of your eyes widen. Though it was around 3 when he arrived, the alarm clock now read 5:52 in bright green.

“Shit—! Oh shit, shit, shit!” Eddie peered out the window to find the beginning of sunlight beams hitting the trees. “I have to go. Fuck, I can’t believe I lost track of time.”

You stood from the bed and immediately started pulling the curtains closed. “Are you insane? The sun is coming up, and the entire town is looking for you!”

Your heart stopped as you watched him pace again, anxiously twisting at the silver rings. Lines had started to border where his long fingers had started to get covered with dust and grime from the boathouse. It was like a time bomb had been placed in your room, mere seconds from going off.

“Stay here.”

It came out more like a command than a question, but the other male still didn’t respond. He felt the familiar sensation of your hands running over his forearms. The pads of your fingers began to trace the shapes of the bats on his left arm; you could practically remember the first time he got them — grinning from ear to ear — showing them off like his new prized possession.

“Stay here. At least until it gets dark again. My parents leave for work at 7 — you can eat and get some sleep.” Eddie’s brown eyes locked onto yours. “I’ll keep you safe.”

The (shorter/taller) male’s body had never felt so heavy in his entire life. He was practically being weighed down with the pressure and stress of everything that was going on, melting into your arms, and then onto the bed. You watched as he tugged off the Hellfire shirt and mangled black jeans, his shaking form crawling into the clean sheets. The only noise that from his lips was that of a content sigh.

Safe.

Orange flames from candles slowly became snuffed out, one by one. Eddie needed sleep, but you did too. That entire incident had drained every ounce of energy from you like some sort of vampiric creature. Though it wasn’t able to physically grasp you, the effects were still there.

It wasn’t unusual to be drained after visions, or just dabbling in the practice, but this was new. Likely, you’d taken on the other male’s stress. With the flames extinguished and glass collected, you let the black and orange cat through the door again. This time, she was accompanied by her sister. They hopped in bed to bump into Eddie’s face, but he was too tired to smile at the gesture.

The room seemed a bit softer as it started to fill with the early morning’s sunlight. Once your parents left, you’d go downstairs and look for replacement lightbulbs, not wanting to explain why you needed a handful at the same time. Even though he was stressed and going through a lot, you smiled at the sight of Eddie in the queen sized bed. Valentine meowed as if insisting you needed to lay down. Who were you to deny her?

You got under the covers on the empty side of the bed. Eddie’s back was facing you, while you laid and looked up at the ceiling.

“(Y/N)?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“What’s up?”

“I… can you lay down… with me?”

Before registering what he asked, you nodded. Eddie moved slightly to let you a bit closer, hiding himself under the dark gray comforter. His bare back was still facing you, leaving his arms exposed to your touch. The gesture made him tense at first, then slowly relax.

Even with his entire life going to shit, all he could think about was the way you had now wrapped around him. It was a recurring thought and now reality. Eddie Munson was cuddled up to the most attractive guy in Hawkins. His lips parted just enough in an attempt to try and express his feelings in the wake of the rising sun, but all of the exhaustion had caught up, pulling him into a deep sleep. You and the cats weren’t far behind as you joined him in a state of vivid dreams.

Like my stuff? There’s more on my blog. I make male/GN reader content. Reblogs over likes — it helps other people find my stuff, and motivates me to keep writing.

#x male reader #stranger things x male reader #jaws stranger things #eddie munson x male reader #jaws who died

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suffersinfandom · 7 months

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Okay, so I usually try to stay out of discourse and drama and all of that because I'm here to have a nice time, but I saw a post in the OFMD tag after the whole Blackbonnet/Stucky poll thing that I really need to type about. It's just... so bad. Like, I totally get disliking things (I dislike things too!), and I understand that OFMD isn't everyone's thing, but wow. WOW. Um.

While the first part's annoying (point to the tumblr fandom that has absolutely no one in it with a victim complex, please), what I really take issue with is the last bit -- the assertion that OFMD's cast diversity is there to be "inclusive" and "progressive" when the narrative isn't. That's just not true? One of the reasons for OFMD's popularity IS its inclusiveness! People who have never seen themselves represented in a show finally *see themselves* in some of these characters, and I think that's lovely. And the show has a wonderfully diverse crew behind the scenes and in the writing room as well!

As for "the narrative being the opposite"... all I can do is assume that OP never bothered watching OFMD. It's the most genuinely, earnestly inclusive and progressive piece of media I've ever consumed.

The acting in OFMD isn't stylistically different from any other show I've watched. The situations and lines are often comedic, Stede and Ed are definitely prone to dramatics, and plenty of the characters are pathetic (affectionate), but this is such a weird critique. Or maybe I just haven't picked anything up from a lifetime of watching media and being a massive dorkass theater nerd? Idk. Maybe they just think the show itself is cringe (I certainly don't think it is, but that's something I've seen plenty of folks who dislike it say) and that colors their opinion on the acting?

Also: where's the slavery apologism? As many other people have said, there's definitely room for good faith criticism of OFMD: its tendency to gloss over the existence of slavery, the rom-comification of real, historic slaveowners, etc, but there's no apologia in the text of the show. (Correct me if I'm wrong! I'm very white and will defer to others here.)

I'm gonna need some sources. I've seen the various accusations, but never evidence or anything that couldn't potentially be explained with context. (I don't actually take much issue with this point -- it's not a crime to think someone's annoying -- I just don't understand the constant vilification of Taika.)

"REAL gay piracy," lol. I can't say much about Black Sails since I haven't watched it (tbh it doesn't sound like something I'd be able to enjoy), but I haven't seen that much seriousness in the OFMD fandom. Do I have all of the annoying crewmates blocked? Do y'all feel like you have a lot to prove? I personally only became invested in this poll when I saw the death threats from Stucky folks, and my impression from my timeline is that most everyone else was in the same boat.

If you ARE taking these polls to heart, please don't! They're for fun (sometimes petty) fandom drama! Win or lose, we all love our ships and our communities and we really don't need to prove anything to anyone (I say, typing out a response to a thing that got under my skin, resolutely not touching grass).

THIS is where I had to start typing. WHAT DOES IT MEAN. How is a show with multiple canon queer couples gaybaiting? Isn't "canon gaybait" an oxymoron, or has the meaning changed? (I'm old, genuinely lmk if my millennial ass is missing something.) Again, I can only assume that OP either hasn't watched OFMD or hates fun romcoms, because the gayness of it all isn't the only thing the show has to offer. My brainworms have better taste than that.

It's some of the best gay rep I've ever seen and I would be delighted to see better! I mean it! I've been in queer circles for almost two decades and in fandom even longer; OFMD is some of the best, kindest, most loving, genuine representation I've come across in that time. I truly hope that it's just the beginning of a new era in media.

"Weak fandom output." I am *drowning* in fandom output and I love that for me! "Driest gay kiss." I'm sorry you don't like awkward middle-aged men who think they're unlovable coming together in what might very well be the first loving kiss either of them has ever had, but I think it's very sweet and moving! No fictional characters have ever owned my brain like this before! I love my silly traumatized queer pirates who can't communicate to save themselves. They're very beautiful to me.

Anyway, that's enough of that. I've released the pettiness and I'm going to go back to being annoying about seeing the lads again in just a few more days. <3

#ofmd #fandom bullshit #lol don't look at this i'm embarrassed #anyway don't fight with certain people it's not worth it #they'll hate because they want to hate #love what you love and don't let anyone get you down #fight about fictional stuff if you want but don't attack people directly or straight up lie #most importantly don't fight with me i'm fragile

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covencupid · 1 year

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Unfinished Friday (I was too late for WIP wednesday)

I had a draft for this but it's gone AUGH.

Basically I wanted to write a cute story where you give Danny a sandwich because you noticed he hasn't been eating.

What I wanted to say was that I began writing this as I first began playing DBD. I've now unlocked all the lore pages, and thing is I got to one tome where the way it started it just made me things fuuuuuuuuuck this sounds similar. Like it is and it isn't? If any of y'all have read his lore pages lmk if you see what I mean. Like the story doesn't go in the same direction and it's overall different, but the similarities did give me pause, and not gonna lie it kinda took the wind outta my sails to continue this. So this may be all there will be plus a tiny part I have half written, but idk. It was just a bit disheartening to because I don't even wanna walk the line of "ripoff" territory, but I already had this part written and I was really proud of the drama. Idk y'all tell me.

Anyway, here's the beginning of the sandwich story.

A little Something

Richard Thomas.

Two first names and twice the pain in my ass.

Danny had chosen the non-descript man because there really was not much there to begin with. He was a blank canvas. On the outside, Richard Thomas was the perfect empty vessel for the masses to insert themselves into the story. A mirror to the populace that tells them “It could be you.”

Great idea. Perfect idea. It’s what they want, they want to relate, they want to wear the victims shoes and feel comforted that it wasn’t them. It was just anybody off the street, so feel caution, but feel gratitude that it was someone else this time.

But little Bitchard Thomas, Danny found himself thinking, apparently had something that very much set him apart from the rest. An entire wriggling mass hiding under his squeaky clean skin. If he looked back, Danny thought that the clues were all there. For his exterior the two words Danny would use to describe him would be “plain” and “particular”. He was inoffensive, if not dull. Plain of looks, personality, and opinion. He ruffled no feathers, he had no hills to die on.

But he went about life, even in his most private moments, as if he was being watched. Yes, of course he was, but at this point Danny hasn’t made any contact and Bitchard had no reason to believe he was actually being watched.

By now, Danny had been watching the man for five weeks. By week one Danny figured out his daily routine, his preferred route to work and back, and how he spent time. Week two he was able to account for how he responds to deviation and the type of things that would mess with his routine. Week three went by like the first, and so did the fourth. Week five is when the bullshit began. It started with him going down to his basement late at night on Sunday. Danny didn’t see what he did there but he went in at 2am and didn’t come out until 5:33am. Whatever he did, he looked haggard by the end of it. The next day Danny decided to pay his little basement a visit and find the reason for his late night rendezvous.

After seeing little Bitchard off to work, Danny went about his investigation. He was annoyed because he already knew the house. He could walk through it blindfolded. Danny knew where he kept his sheets, where he put his birth certificate, and which drawer he kept his dirty magazines. He could give tours of this boring little bitch palace if he wanted to. But now, in his home again with a new sense of skepticism, it felt too plain. It’s not well kept, it’s pristine. It was lived-in in the way IKEA showrooms gave the impression of a very neat life lived in their implied walls.

Danny put himself at the entryway of the home. He turned around towards the door and closed his eyes. Danny inhaled deeply, held it for 8 seconds and quickly spun around for the length of his exhale. He opened his eyes and steadied himself as the entryway funhoused its way back to normal. He took a step forward.

Okay. Let’s walk the house for the first time again.

The first thing that Danny noticed as he took measured steps around the squat bungalow is that everything at the front of house was displayed. Every single thing was displayed just so, angled at either side to face the doorway. A subconscious invitation to look inside and see the perfect domestic display. Danny walked forward until he reached the inner hall that splintered the rest of the house. He spun around sharply on his heel and looked at the display from the back, towards the door. It was almost right, almost normal, but aware as he was now Danny saw just how hollow it was. A life did not cause the end tables to be shifted at a slight angle towards the door. Everyday motions did not tousle the stack of books into its perfectly unkempt spot. No, no, it was all wrong. Looking at it all together it looked like the inside of a TV. The shiny screen hiding the mess of wires that allowed it to function.

Danny continued on to the bedroom. This room had more signs of life, of actually living, but it was all so surface level. Rumpled sheets, dirty laundry abandoned halfway on the floor, at his desk a picture with friends and some drawings from his students.

He’s walked the houses of many varied people. Type A people, Type B people, minimalists, maximalists, the eco conscious, and the hungry consumer. They all lived differently, and their home was always a reflection of themselves. Their personalities lived in the idiosyncrasies of their dwellings, their tchotchkes, their mementos. This house had nothing. It was as if the furnishings were the decoration. Sure a handful of milquetoast prints that all seem to be variations on a theme dot the walls. There are small vases with fake flowers. Two plaques with generic homely quotes. Nothing identifiable to its homeowner, but giving the impression that it has a homeowner, like an open house.

It didn’t make sense. This guy definitely lived here, walked through these halls, and shit in these toilets. Yet for all of its evidence of a life lived, the house felt just as empty a vessel as Danny hoped Richard Thomas would be.

Alright that’s enough.

Danny made his way to the basement. In his prior walkthrough, the basement was far less intriguing than it was now. It was cold, damp, and littered with everything you would expect to be forgotten down here. There were some plastic boxes of old clothes, and a handful of outdoor Christmas decorations.There was a set of old wooden furniture bunched up in the back corner of the basement by the stairs. Next to it was a stacked upright workbench either bolted to the wall or built into it. Danny looked at the whole of the room. The placement of the furniture, packed awkwardly close in that far corner, felt at odds with the rest of the room. The basement was definitely spacious enough for the furniture set to be spaced out without taking up much room. In fact so much of the basement was empty. It’s not that the furniture looked out of place, but it didn’t make sense with how precise and evenly spaced out the rest of his belongings sat throughout the house. No, it doesn’t jump out at you. It’s some old shit. But there’s something so oddly human about the way it’s slapped against the wall. Something entirely at odds with the rest of the house.

An odd tugging feeling was inching its way up Danny’s spine, it wasn’t fear but it was equally potent. He approached the wooden furniture the way you might approach a cat you’d like to take. Cautious, observant, eager. Danny’s eyes raked over their lines and angles. There was a notch in the wall in the spot where the workbench met the wardrobe. It was small enough to be imperceptible at any distance that wasn’t intimate. Danny felt his eyes lock on the knick, it extended the line that united the furniture ever so slightly. He carved his gloved fingers into the crack, gripping the wardrobe from the raised trim at its top. A groan strained from his throat as he pulled the wardrobe out toward him an inch. He pulled it the rest of the way out by its side. A tickle of satisfaction made Danny give a short huff.

A discreet panel blended into the wall, negligible if not for the faint glint along its edge. Danny felt along the wall, placing light force along its inner perimeter until he heard a faint click. The small door eased open enough for Danny to be able to grab onto it and pull. The entry was cramped and looked like the open maw of a beast. It was a black hole. With more intrigue than trepidation, Danny made his way into the short passage into a black open space. Feeling along the wall, Danny felt a small panel and flicked a flat switch. The room blinked to life.

This was Richard Thomas. There was a squat couch to the right of the room with a few clothes cast about. Two doors faced him on the far wall. On the left close to one of the doors, a desk sat flush against the wall with a computer, several stacks of CDs and floppy disks. Danny went to examine it up close, the screen had a bar flashing but seemingly making no progress. Above it the screen read “Upload in progress. Do not power off or exit the program.” Danny went for the adjacent door to its right. Unlocked, no lock on the door at all. Doesn’t expect intrusion, cocky even by his measure. Smug little prick. As the room formed from the shadows Danny recognized what this room was instantly.

It was a darkroom.

Richard, Ricky… What have we got here? No photos out here for me? Making me work? I will find everything you’re hiding under that drab little skin. I’ll flay you alive if I have to… Well shit, I want to.

Looking through the drawers and cabinets in the darkroom, Danny only found various supplies for developing film. Danny turned to exit the room.

What kinds of people hide their hobbies? What kind of person hides their hobby this much?

Danny went to the door by the couch. No lock. Probably real pleased with himself. Opening it, he felt for the switch by the doorway and flipped it as if acting on instinct. Like Richard would, walking in. He was met with a four by four room with wall to wall cardboard file boxes. The room was exceptionally cold, biting.

The boxes had dates, some had dates and locations. April 1985, October 1990. The boxes reached up to his nose. His finger reached out to tap the date on the box closest to him. February 1988, Ft. Lauderdale. His hand reached into its open mouth. Pulling it out, it held the weight of, if not a large dog, maybe a small child. He popped the lid off and let it slide onto the floor. It was filled to the brim with envelopes large and small. Larger ones lay flat and the smaller ones sat stacked together in neat rows, some grouped together with large rubber bands.

Danny plucked an envelope from a bottom heavy stack, grouped awkwardly in a corner. He plucked the flap up from the throat. Negatives, two thick stacks. Danny slid one out and held it up to the light. Awkward arms, hard to fully make sense of it at first. Then he moved the negative up to illuminate the next frame. It was undeniable now.

Jesus fuck. This fucking-

#dead by daylight #danny johnson #ghostface dbd #danny johnson x reader #danny jed olsen johnson #ghostface x you #ghostface x reader #danny johnson x y/n #danny johnson smut #dbd ghostface #dead by deadlight #jed olsen #dbd ghostface x reader #ghostface fanfic #danny johnson fanfic

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sevenhundred721 · 9 months

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Drift miniseries is so hard to talk about because on a moral and political level I disagree with it and the way it handles the ethics of Deadlock's actions by demonizing the many reasonable choices he makes in a state of severe duress. To me, strictly in the Drift miniseries, he comes off as very reasonable, with his decision to no longer be a Decepticon being a choice he made for his own wellbeing because he's clearly lost sight of how it feels to be safe, happy, and true to himself after fighting a war for millions of years.

But obviously, the viewer is meant to see it as a moral decision. That Deadlock was just so evil and fucked up and depraved and he had to become Drift again. But he wasn't really. He was scared and angry (perfectly reasonable). He was furious with the hand he'd been dealt and would do anything to make sure he was never in that position again. He becomes self-serving and needs to learn the importance of trust and community again. Because ultimately he doesn't want anybody to suffer the way he did.

The rhetoric used when writing him to try to make the reader dismiss him as legitimately evil isn't really a lot to unpack, it's pretty easy to spot the way it demonizes revolutionaries, and even just people who do things like steal to live, and glorifies the idea of protecting the status quo in the most confusing and dissonant way (noooo don't kill for your cause what about laying down your arms and living in utopia. Surely this is a good allegory because equity would definitely exist if we all just stopped fighting. Surely this was always an option for the character we are portraying as formerly homeless and a victim to the violence of the state.)

Also I think it's actually so funny how the miniseries kinda shits on Drift for putting too much stock in the importance of strength, but instead of trying to disprove him on a rhetorical level they were just like, "Actually, Wing is stronger." I get its purpose in breaking his facade, but it is still so funny to me. Like idk weird choice. It winds up feeling more like a character writing moment than an ideological moment because it just completely engages with him on his level.

This being said, the Drift miniseries is just such a fun read. I love Drift as a character and I think he was really interesting in phase 1 of IDW 2005. I just find him really compelling in general and I think about him a lot.

THIS IS KINDA FREEFORM AND LACKING IN NUANCE, LMK IF YOU WANT ME TO ELABORATE BC I'M AWARE A FEW THINGS I SAID HERE MAY NEED ELABORATION!

#transformers #drift #deadlock #maccadam

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jiminxoxo · 2 years

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hopefully the boys get well soon and the tour resumes :(

well, I DID WANT YOU TO GO ON A RAMBLE ABOUT IT 😌😌

sheeshhh a rlly old k-pop stan 😮

TIME OUT BWHAHA 💀😭

idk about the kim garam situation or just le sserafirm in general, what do you think about that & them?!!! i wanna know from someone(you) who likes them but also is like sorta unbiased abt things?! if i make sense?! 😅

i strongly believe you'd be that type of a person 😌💕

i was just gonna ask WHAT ARE YOU? 50? hahahahaha

we've all been through the emo/obsessed over an artist/band phase lifee!! lessssgoooooo 😭😭💀 ( P. S we haven't rlly gotten over that phase yet 🤡😇)

BOY THE FLEX 🦾😌😌 that's rlly cuteeee 🥺💕 I'm v proud of them too,they all deserve it <3 & I'm glad you find sm comfort in them (jimin XD) 🥺 AND PLS PLS SHOW ME YOUR CATTTT ☹️☹️💕💕💕

I'm sure you'd have a good idea of a lot of groups in kpop :0

i haven't rlly been into kpop for a long time I've followed BP since 2020 but i properly got into kpop from oct 2021 smth !! do you wanna hear the backstory lmao?!

i don't rlly have any semi-ults?! except bts, pentagon, tbz(i haven't had much time to consume sm tbz& pentagon content 😭 and making them two of my ults XD which might happen soon tho 👀) & bp(they've been away for so long :( i feel like I've sorta lost smth w them bruh)

so, my ult beloveds are got7, svt, exo, monsta x, atz, skz, shinee, mamamoo, DKZ (formerly dongkiz & their former leader when he comes back :[ obv ), wonho & a bunch of solo artists!! & in no order lmaoo

EGGFCUKNSACTLY ‼️😣 bruh like I'm not in any pov of glimpse of us yet it makes all 😣💔 when i listen to it each & every.damn.time !!! usss 🫂 single all life gang 😎🤧

omg we are so similar pls 😭✋🏻 i honestly enjoy being single a lil way too muchhh ( also ahem ahem, how feel single when we have blogs like yours 😌💘 )

bruh there was a glitch in the anon ask so i could add songs and i did, but i tapped on the ask anonymous by mistake so now when i go back to being anonymous it's all gone urghhh ://

i don't listen much to joji either but i will suggest you a few of my favs ofc <3

DANCING IN THE DARK

SANCTUARY

DAYLIGHT

TEST DRIVE

lmk how you like these ‼️

AN INTRO POST YAYAY LESSGOO

well not everyone can address you 자기야 so 😌😌✋🏻

(🍯)

this is my girl mochi! she’s the sweetest girl ever :)

that’s awesome!! we love being a multistan in this household 😌🫶 and omg we LOVE an exo stan wtf!!! there aren’t many exols these days and it’s really sad but i’m glad the fandom got a cleanse 💀 it was starting to get really toxic.

i mainly just casually listen to le sserafims music (sour grapes is that bitch), the situation with g*ram seems pretty plain and simple to me. always believe the victim until proven otherwise. in her case, there’s proof of what she’s done and her receiving a level 5 punishment from her school says enough for me. i don’t like to consume myself with this sort of stuff and outwardly send hate (i don’t hate her because i don’t personally know her. think of it as a deep despise lmao) because there’s other things i could be doing, but i feel a lot of sympathy towards the other lovely girls because they’ve been through enough (it’s super hard to make it in the industry as is and that kind of negative spotlight on them at such an early stage is sooo harmful for their career) yunjin is my gal tho i love her to bits 🫶

ohhh i’ll definitely take a look at those songs and give you a little review next time! thanks for the suggestions <3 !!!

#🍯 anon!

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piplupod · 2 years

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HEY CAN WE PLEASE TAG POLICE BRUTALITY LMFAO

IT'S RLY NOT GREAT TO SEE A POST IN GRAPHIC DETAIL EVERY SINGLE DAY ABT PPL BEING BRUTALLY MURDERED

especially when I'm actively suicidal, it's massively shitty to see that!! i do not want to be alive and i have blocked every instance i can of the phrase "police brutality" but there's STILL posts coming up about it

#if anyone says 'maybe u should try caring more abt the victims u selfish piece of shit' then im going to fucking LOSE my mind #THE ISSUE IS THAT I CARE TOO MUCH. I HAVE LITERALLY NOTHING I CAN DO FOR ANYONE RN THOUGH #so its NOT GREAT to see that shit!! esp when its in graphic detail!!!!#i am hanging on by a thread and NO i cant get help LMAO thats a big issue WHY im feeling so suicidal is bc theres nothing to help me rn!!!#ANYWAYS. JUST. TAG THAT STUFF PLS GOD. i feel like i sound like a privileged garbage human #but im rly TRYING to get to a good place so i CAN help ppl out at some point #'just get off tumblr' i am trying LMFAO but this is what keeps me busy automatically #and im attempting to get into more movie watching or podcast listening while i do hobby things #but it's taking time to shift brain to doing that instead of this #also i would love to have some haha funny jokes :''')) im trying to curate my online experience as best i can yall #idk man. what if im in the wrong here. like lmk if i am but i truly think its not a bad thing to ask???#for ppl to tag murders and shootings and police brutality and whatnot?? is that a terrible thing to ask??#bc then at least i can decide if im in a mentally well enough place to engage w that online #i can choose to view the post on my own terms rather than having it forced on me #I'll see if i can block any other tags and content words though #suicide mention #suicide tw

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lxngbottom · 3 years

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i NEED more dominant neville!! maybe something to do with thigh riding idk 🤷🏼‍♀️

Be A Good Girl. | N.L.

in which neville makes the reader ride this thigh.

warnings: nsfw, smut, thigh riding, some degradation, dom!nev (lmk if there are more!)

you guys....... i fucking LOVE dom!neville

(edit: omg im getting to all of your requests so late pls forgive me i’ve had a lot going on in my life lately but i’m on that grind rn)

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it was completely innocent, you see. the timing was bad, you assumed.

you and neville rarely ever fought, as he was never the one for conflict. but, the day before, you had felt like a last priority to the boy. and, maybe he didn’t mean to make you feel like that, but, he did.

so, when you two had screamed at each other for 45 minutes straight in his dorm, and you stormed out, you had decided to give him the silent treatment. and to get your mind off of things, luna had invited you to go to hogsmeade with her and harry.

harry sat in the common room patiently, waiting for your arrival. neville was there as well, because of course he had found out that you had been invited, and he was really hoping that he could try to convince you to not go, and just have a day for you two to make up for his absence the day before.

you finally came walking down the staircase, struggling to fit something into your purse as you did so. because of this, you didn’t notice the gawking stares you were getting from the most of the boys in the common room. neville stared at you, took in your outfit. a tank top due to the warm weather, and a high waisted skirt that showed off the top of your thighs deliciously. you pulled it up a bit, making neville lick his lips in hunger from how fucking sexy you looked.

but, that’s when he realized that he wasn’t the only one staring. and, the realization hit him that you were... punishing him? you? punishing him? you knew damn well that wasn’t how things worked, and on any other day, it would earn a smack on your ass cheek.

“hey, harry! ready to go?” you greeted the boy, zipping up your purse with a toothy smile. he looked you up and down, amazed at the fact that neville longbottom of all people was dating someone that looked like you.

“y-yeah! totally! let’s head out.”

neville stormed over to you, wrapping his hand around your wrist before you could go anywhere.

“we need to talk.” he demanded sternly, his jaw clenched as he witnessed harry practically eye-fucking you.

you rolled your eyes, and snatched away from him. he went to grab you again, but you stopped him with a slap to the wrist. you let out a “hmph!” and walked away with harry, and neville watched as the skirt fit perfectly around your ass.

a punishment definitely had your name written all over it for later.

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“night, harry!” you waved, smiling at the boy. he waved back, and went up the stairs to go back to his dorm.

you did the same, relieved to finally just be able to relax. maybe, read a book before you fell asleep, or catch up on some journaling. yeah, that sounded nice.

you had a wonderful day. filled with laughs and small conversations between yourself, luna, and harry. you seemed to have completely forgotten about your boyfriend, and the argument you guys had just 24 hours before.

you entered your dorm, your head down to make sure that you locked it back when you stepped in. after your heard the sound of your door locking, you took the small cardigan off that you had brought with you, as the nighttime had made the air much chiller. you hung your purse up near the door, as that was a small system that one of your dorm mates had came up with. you kicked your shoes off, body still not facing your bed.

you went to take your tank top off, until something interrupted you.

“hm.”

the small mutter made you jump, and you turned around quickly to see who the culprit was. of course, it was neville. he sat on your bed, book in hand, and a dark look in his eyes as he stared at you,

you huffed, “what the hell are you doing here? i was changing, you know!”

he chuckled, the small laugh spiteful and low, “don’t stop on my account. it’s not like i haven’t seen you naked before, darling.”

you rolled your eyes, and stomped over towards your bed, “leave!”

he looked up at you, fake curiosity in his eyes. he slammed the book shut, and tossed it on your bedside table.

“why should i?”

you scoffed at him, “because, this is my dorm! and, i honestly don’t want to speak to you! so piss off!”

he found you adorable. your little tough act that you were trying to keep up. he knew it was only a matter of time before you would be wrapped around his finger once again, begging for him to be inside of you.

“you’re not still angry at me are you?”

he knew the answer to that. he just liked to tease you,

“yes! i’m very angry at you, neville! i was having a great day and of course... you come along to make me feel bad when you were in the wrong!”

neville grabbed your thigh as you tried to walk away, his fingers tightening on the sensitive skin, “me in the wrong? i wasn’t the one prancing around in this little skirt all day like a fucking whore.”

the statement made your stomach flutter, and you couldn’t help the blush that raised to your cheeks.

“i know what you’re playing at, petal. and, i don’t appreciate it. do you know how many guys were staring at your ass? staring at what belongs to me?”

the question made your cross your arms, “playing at? i’m not playing at anything, neville. i just wanted to feel pretty today. sorry that you’re angry that other guys find me attractive...”

that fucking attitude. oh god, you were in for it.

neville pulled you down by your wrist, settling you right on top of his lap. you felt his hard cock sticking out from his pants, just waiting to be touched. you couldn’t help but to sigh from the way it felt on your clothed clit.

“watch your fucking mouth, petal. you know i don’t like when you talk back.”

the tone in his voice made your panties dampen, and you tried to look away, avoid his intense gaze, but he quickly turned your face back by grabbing your chin,

“i saw the way harry was looking at you. you wanted him to see your pretty little ass... didn’t you?” he reached his hand up slowly, and caressed your cheek menacingly. you gulped, his dark eyes having a greater affect on you than you’d like to admit.

without warning, the hand that was settled onto the small of your back moved down swiftly, going underneath your skirt, and it came down with a harsh slap to your ass cheek. you whimpered, the burning sensation automatically kicking in.

“how many more slaps do you think you deserve, huh? cause... i think you deserve at least ten more, doll.”

you quickly shook your head, your clothed clit falling victim to his crotch. you bucked your hips up slightly, pleading for more friction.

he looked down, noticing the arousal leaking from your panties, staining his pants. he tsked and shook his head as he studied your desperate attempt to pleasure yourself,

“pretty sluts like you that like to show off don’t deserve my cock... isn’t that right, petal?” he cooed teasing, placing a single kiss on your neck.

“i—i’m sorry... please—“

“no begging. you know what’s coming.”

you sighed, knowing that no amount of pleading would lead you to get your way. you had made him mad, and you knew that there was no getting away with that.

“here’s what’s going to happen, petal. you’re going to get yourself off on my thigh. got it? and maybe... if you’re good i’ll fuck you until you can’t take it anymore. does that sound good?”

you quickly nodded your head, the thought of riding neville’s thigh always being so fun, in the most sinful way possible.

“alright, now be a good girl and do as i say...”

neville began to position himself up against the headboard, as he was not too keen on letting you fall back onto the floor. you waited patiently as he adjusted, beginning to take your tank top off.

he watched as the straps fell, and he licked his lips when he saw your bra covered breasts. he felt his cock twitch from the mere sight of your nipples as you took your bra off, letting it fall to the floor with a small noise.

you reached for the hem of your skirt, but neville interrupted,

“no. the skirt and your panties stay on. it looks too fucking good on you.”

you wanted to protest, as if you were going to do this you wanted to be able to feel all of him. but, you really had no choice. so, you simply nodded and crawled over towards your lovely boyfriend.

he patted his thigh as a sign for you to get on, and you did so shakily, not knowing what to expect.

“move your hips, petal...” he ordered, grabbing them and starting for you, “just like that.”

instantly, that fire in your stomach a-blazed. neville watched as you bucked your hips, trying to desperately not to miss his flexed thigh on your heat. he placed small, teasing kissing along your neck, going down to your breasts, and nibbling on your nipples gently.

you gasped, all the sensations beginning to hit you at once,

“look at my pretty girl, making me so fucking hard. merlin... you’re such a slut...” he breathed out, the movements from your knee cap stimulating him. in times like this, neville almost let the dominant mask slip off, but, he knew he had to keep it on.

“nev—fuck—c-cum...” you stuttered out, that familiar knot in your got trying ever so desperately to come apart.

he chuckled lowly at your state, and the way your eyes were rolling to the back of your head. “please... n—need y-your cock...”

he automatically shook his head,

“i told you, petal... dirty little sluts like you don’t get my cock... you know that already.”

you whimpered, only wanting the sensation of him inside of you, fucking you into oblivion.

as time went by, the urge to release was taking over your whole being. your thighs and hips were aching at this point, and neville as well could feel himself about to cum.

neville placed a sloppy kiss on your lips, “can’t get off, petal?” he teased, a smarmy grin on his face, “i’ll take over for you... even though you don’t deserve it.”

that’s when he held your hips once more, and flexed his thigh to his best ability. he moved you, your whimpers and moans only increasing with every feeling of friction.

“k-kiss...” you muttered, speech shaky and uneven. but, neville knew what you wanted. so, he pulled you in for a heated kiss, his tongue entering your mouth before you could even welcome it.

his cock was aching at this point, and he could feel himself about to release all in his pants.

“cum, flower. i need to feel you cum all over me like a good girl, alright?”

the tone in his voice was all you needed to let out a loud scream, and fall apart right in his arms. your thighs trembled, and neville felt your cum gather all in a pool on his pants. he as well came, a loud groan escaping his lips as your face fell into his neck.

“mhm... you make me feel so good, petal...”

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BILLY — Kim Taehyung (2)

pairing: taehyung x f reader

genre: horror au, yandere au, saw/john kramer au

synopsis: News of a Sadistic Serial Killer nicknamed “Jigsaw” is spreading around town like wildfire… the nickname stemming from the puzzle piece he cuts from every victim’s body. No one knows who he’ll trap next but in a town full of delinquents and criminals, it could never be you. Right?

warnings: mentions of suicidal thoughs, abusive relationships, stalking etc. dont read if triggered. there are some ?? fucked up things in this but idk what to word them. but also mentions of self harm/self hating thoughts.

wordcount: 2.2k

a/n: unedited so pls forgive me for any mistakes and lmk if u want to be added to a taglist^^

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part one part three

You’d spent a couple of hours in the café with Taehyung. Jimin popped over every now and then to talk with his best friend and to make sure you had everything you needed while there.

When you left, Jimin wrapped his arms around you as he bid his farewell, “It was lovely to meet you Y/N! Please, don’t be a stranger!” You simply nodded your head as you pulled away from the hug. You grinned back at him as he moved to Taehyung. You opened the door, carefully stepping outside to leave the boys with some privacy.

Once the door shut Jimin’s smile beamed, “so she’s the girl you’re always talking about, Flower? Right?”

“Yeah she is, thanks for that though man but, I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you later?”

Taehyung smiled as he made his way towards you, you looked up and he swore, he saw a hint of nervousness in your eyes, probably because it’s dark, he thought to himself. “Come on then, let’s get you home.” He held out his hand, you were quick to grab a hold of it. Taehyung intertwined your fingers as he tugged you back across the road, “it’ll take about twenty minutes, you gonna be alright to walk?” he glanced down to you.

Your heart warmed at the way his eyes smiled with him, “I’ll be fine, thank you.” He seemed happy enough with your answer as you fell into a steady rhythm. You felt a little conflicted, you may not know Taehyung well but he had an energy about him that made you wanna spill every secret you knew, you’d shared pointless stories while you were at the café, having learnt Taehyung was a family oriented person, he loved art and he was passionate about little subjects other people would deem small. Yet he had a warmth that you’d not seen in anyone else.

Fuck it, you thought, he’s shown nothing but kindness, you may aswell open upto him… atleast.

“I was in an abusive relationship.” Taehyung felt himself smirk but quickly wiped it from his face, he arched an eyebrow as he looked down to you, “it was my first too. It left me, fucked up, in a way. Not that I wasn’t already fucked up.” Progress. He squeezed your hand in reassurance, go on… “I’ve always been insecure and uh, uncomfortable with the way I look. After that disaster of a relationship, it left me worse for wear.” you kept your eyes on the road, you didn’t want to see the judgement on his face yet it didn’t stop you from carrying on, “I never told my friends or family about it. None of them knew I was struggling before it anyway so I’ve been letting it tear me apart.”

“Why tell me then doll?”

You risked a glance at his face. There were no traces of judgement or pity. Swallowing down your nerves, you added softly, “I had to tell someone. Even if that someone is a random person— who showed me kindness when I needed it.”

Taehyung felt his heart clench, she’s already trusting me… this was easier than I thought. “Don’t feel like you need to tell me anything baby,” I already know it all.

You felt your cheeks burn from the pet name, how could something so simple, affect you this much? God, talk about a schoolgirl crush. “That’s the thing, I don’t feel like I need to. I just, I want to.”

Taehyung presented you with his boxy grin, “Then you can tell me anything you want, whether it's big or small.”

“Thank you Taehyung.” It was like the sun had shone down on you, the simplest gesture meant the world. Here you had a person willing to talk to you about your darkest secrets. A person willing to listen. Someone who had no ties to your family, which made it easier for the words to flow from you, “It’s like, I was this happy, care-free kid. I smiled without forcing it and when I laughed… I felt free. I didn’t feel like I was losing my breath. Not like I do now, everytime I do so much as breathe, it's like these roots have twisted around my lungs and everytime a breath escapes, they crush them tighter. It’s like a reminder. You’re never fully alive. You’re never fully happy. Pain overrides any other emotion. I’ve learned that, after all those years. I used to think, I’d never accept it.” A solemn silence fell over you. The roots squeezed your lungs even tighter as you whispered, “I’m scared of living.”

“Flower, some people are anchored to this world by their feet, others by their fears. You don’t have to voice it, I know you’re scared. You have your fears. Your demons. The thing you were doing at the cafe; is destructive. Anything that harms you, is destructive. Fuck, it may only be something as simple as picking your skin but that can lead into bigger things.”

It already has.

“Taehyung, I know that. I knew when it started but it helps, it lessens my anxiety. You’re the only one to have picked up on it. My friends… they don’t notice. If they do, they don’t mention it.”

Taehyung scoffed, “You really think anyone on this planet is your friend?”

Your mouth was sewn shut. You didn’t want to admit it but, there was some truth to his words.

You walked home in silence.

That night haunted you. It forced its way into your dreams. It clouded your thoughts when Yoongi and Hoseok were with you. When you’d spent time together, you were vacant. A soulless body. It was like a poison had found its way into your brain, second guessing relationships and people’s motives.

‘You really think anyone on this planet is your friend?’

Why were you letting it get in your head so much? You knew your friends. They were the only ones you felt safe with. They were your friends for a reason, they supported you (albeit sometimes they had a sense of… tough love) but they always had your back.

You didn’t mention Taehyung to Yoongi or Hoseok. You felt as though that was something that should be kept between you and him. Plus, the duo would’ve felt betrayed and upset by the fact you had wandered into foreign territory alone and found company in a complete stranger-- especially after they’d warned you about the whole Jigsaw shit.

To save the arguments, you went about your life as usual. You helped out your Mum with the flower shop, the array of flowers made you realise how the simplest things were beautiful. That of course, didn’t include yourself. Rancid thoughts clouded what was once, a tranquil space. Those god forsaken roots hadn’t lessened. Breathing was still difficult— as was pretending that you were absolutely fine.

You avoided mirrors, a quick glance could wreck your entire mood. You hated people taking photos of you, it made you scrutinise every single thing.

My nose is too big.

My chin is too round.

My face just shouts ugly.

My legs are disgusting.

My stomach is embarrassing.

My boobs are weird.

Not to say, you didn’t have these thoughts on the regular. However, the more you eluded your appearance, the voices lessened. You could ignore the way you looked, forget it completely. Often convinced yourself you were a plain person. The stereotypical norm: someone that no one would look twice at. It helped you get on with everyday tasks, it helped you ease the anxiety.

After all, every flower must grow through dirt.

But how would you react? If you knew, he had all the pictures of you?

Tuesdays you worked at your Dad’s garage. You didn’t know much about cars but you enjoyed his company. As well as spending time with Hobi and Yoongi. You often found yourself pranking the former with Yoongi, little jokes that luckily, didn’t piss Hobi off too much.

Today though, you were late. You’d had to spend more time trying to find the more appropriate clothing… you didn’t want people to see the slashed lines of red that littered your body.

After you messily threw an outfit together, you made your way down to the garage. You found your eyes trained on the silver Nissan Skyline, mouth agape as you collided into something.

You felt hands grab your shoulders, “Watch where you’re going,” Yoongi brought his hands to ruffle your hair, “gotta be careful while we’ve got that here kidda. That fuckers expensive.” He released a chuckle as you rolled your eyes, softly elbowing him out the way.

Your dad was under the bonnet, a box of tools were scattered around his feet. Organised mess, your Dad was infamous for it.

“Sorry I’m late Pops, what do you want me to do?”

Not even a second later, your Dad turned to face you, “Ah darling, not a lot while we’re working on this. Can you go make us some drinks?”

“Yeah course, I won’t be too long!”

You passed Hoseok on your way to the little kitchen situated at the back, he sent you a wink as he shouted across, “Coffee for me kidda!”

Three cups were spread in front of you. Americano for Yoongi, Coffee for Hobi and Cappuchino for Pops. Just as you were about to shout the guys, a presence had situated itself comfortably behind you. Before you had time to turn around, a deep baritone voice addressed you, “You not gonna ask me if I want a cup baby?”

You felt yourself still. You knew that voice. The voice that was haunting your dreams, even your wake.

You really think anyone on this planet is your friend?

Taehyung watched the way your body tensed, your shoulders stiffened, your breathing altered. Hm, she’s nervous. How cute.

“What are you doing here?” the words passed your lips, delivered as though they were encased in thorns.

A deep chuckle filled the room, “What do you think I’m doing here?” Taehyung inched closer, the atmosphere was almost palpable. You felt the way his chest brushed against your back, a sudden chill shot through you as he brought his hand up— which grazed against your skin whilst he moved your hair from your neck. His eyes turned hungry at the sight of your goosebumps. Your heart raced when he brought his head lower, lips next to your ear, “You think I’m here for you baby?” I am… but you don’t need to know that just yet.

You spun around, squashed between the table and Taehyung. Heat radiated off of him, how can he be so hot? It felt like you were in a furnace (while face to face with the Devil.)

Fear stricken, you tried to fight through it. Don’t show him. Don’t let him see. With a sarcastic smile plastered on your face you retorted, “Of course you are Taehyung. You tracked me down using the information I gave you and figured out which Garage is ours.”

The sarcasm was practically dripping from your tone like venom. Taehyung felt himself stifle a laugh.

You just didn’t know. In all fairness, you didn’t know anything. How would you know that Taehyung had done exactly that, except he’d done it months prior.

He lowered his head to yours, your hands raised to push him away but Taehyung wrapped his fingers around each wrist and tugged them to lay between you before you even had the chance to nudge him. You felt like you were stuck in a Venus fly trap.

“I’m not some type of sicko, doll.”

You were just a naive, misunderstood, little girl.

“I’m getting my car fixed. Your dad’s working on it right now.”

Your body visibly relaxed, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Oh, the Skyline? Wait, you have a car and made us walk back to mine the other week?”

“I didn’t make you walk for the fun of it baby, my car is literally in the shop so obviously it was broken.”

Only, the car was perfectly fine when you met him those weeks ago. He had made the pair of you walk so he’d have more of a chance to speak to you and to touch you. The only way he could follow you around without being suspicious, especially at your dads work, was to have a somewhat reasonable excuse (which resulted in him messing with the engine). He knew although you’d shied away from him that night, he could easily win you back around.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry Taehyung. I’m also uh, sorry about how that night ended.”

“Don’t sweat it, I know what I said came off a little... weird but I didn’t mean any harm.”

With an angelic smile on your face in return, Taehyung knew that soon, that smile would morph into a grateful one. After all, he was going to help you.

Until a person is faced with death, it’s impossible to tell whether they have what it takes to survive.

Live or Die.

Your choice.

He had first seen you out and about last year. However, he had first heard of you when the guys working for him had slammed a file onto his desk, Subject #13 was scrawled on the top. Filled to the brim with pictures of you and everything about your life down to the littlest detail.

L/N Y/N— D.O.B 03.11.02— 19 years old.

Phone number: XXXXX.XXXXX

Female. Lives with parents at: 171 Norm Street, Falfield F91 7DW. Was outcasted at school but befriended a Jeon Jeongguk [19 years, male. 92 Carriers Road, Cressage CY5 3EA. XXXXX.XXXXX].

Ex partner is Kang Jaehyo. [23 years. Male. Abusive and manipulative, laid his hands on Y/N multiple times leaving bruises and scars. Sexual abuse was also discovered. Have been broken up for 4 months. 13 Walkers Drive, Falfield, F73 1DL XXXXX.XXXXX]

Y/N has suicidal ideations (as well as 7 attempts). Self harms by “cutting” “punching” and “scratching”. Diagnosed with Depression and Anxiety Disorder on May 13th 2016. Works at Toret Garage and Letty’s Floral. Both places owned by parents.

The web of lies and deceit had barely scraped the surface.

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I just read bet and I loved it but I’m left with so many questions! Why did they feel no remorse for something that they should be sensitive to, especially when the same thing happened to them? Why did jay hate her when he knew she was just as much of a victim as him? Why is everyone ok with Reiko playing them and that her and jay were still together? Why do they care so much about friends who would do shit like that to someone? What reason do they have not to do it to you? But the main one is, why they could justify doing those things to someone unprompted? I’m super curious to know the back stories because I want a reason to hate why they are such shitty people, when they have shown that they are capable of not being shitty. I just can’t understand their motives or why they enjoy this. Pls tag me if you do continue this story cause now I’m very invested in each person’s thoughts. It just seems like an awful lot to go through (planning the method, time it takes to win someone over, fake flirting, arguments in a friend group that they supposedly care about so much) to hurt someone you didn’t even hate, much less know. I could go on for hours so sorry about the long reply😓

Qfajatajaga hi bestie ♡ okok lemme answer one by one

1. The reason they have no remorse is because they honestly didn't care in the first place.

- Jay got annoyed and really hated how clingy and obsessed yn got.

- Sunghoon just didn't care.

- Heeseung is a whole different level of messed up. (We'll dig more into that soon)

- jake did feel remorse at the end

2. Jay hated her at the end because her presence and obsession took a toll and was interfering with his personal life. Honestly stupid bc he got himself into it,,, but I mean... he's also the selfish betch who dated Reiko even after she hurt hoon

3. They're not okay with it. There was a big fight about it in high school but the other friends thought Jay and Reiko broke up after hs. In the present, they just don't care for the situation anymore bc that shit irrelevant to them. (Jake and hee mostly)

4. They care for each other (?hmmm idk) jake and hoon sure do but the others uhhhh.. it's more like a relationship where they gotta stuck together bc they know too much about each other. And the whole group does fcked up shit so why not do it tgt

5. They did it to yn for fun. It's just as surface level as that. No deep meaning. They were just bored. About sunghoon's motive to hurt yn was to get back at Jay. And hee, ,,,,, uhhhhh,,, yeah moving. For Jay it was mainly Reiko who made him do it. For jake, he initially was bored but then he caught feelings

I hope that answered your questions! I'm actually in process of writing bet! Heeseung backstory, so if you wanna be tagged in that lmk! Lots of questions will be answered there!

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hi hello i couldn't sleep last night so i was scrolling thru all ur asks and stuff and ur opinions and analyses are so interesting!!! and then afterwards i was thinking about what u were saying about mlm smut and i'd also been thinking about such things a little bit recently bc like.....at a certain point it becomes quite clear that the vast majority of smut-writing is just imitation. like there's the sex noise verb list and all and the whole general mechanics of the sex and those things just .... replicate over and over. and the whole thing w people writing mlm vs wlw smut regardless of their own sexual orientation..... like i feel like a big part of that is just a self-perpetuating thing. like if u have not had sex and u r getting all ur (pleasure-related) sex ed from fandom (even if u do watch porn, that doesn't rlly tell u how to describe stuff? idk) regardless of What fandom , the majority is going to be mlm smut. which is itself majority imitation of other mlm smut, imitating and imitating back to whoever knows what the first smut fanfic was etc. there's just way More to mimic than there is on the women side of things. which then becomes a self-perpetuating thing, bc the mimicry continues and generates more and more. and---if there are fundamental misunderstandings of anatomy involved---those self-perpetuate as well. and maybe even exaggerate. and yeah. does this all make sense? idk i was just thinking about it. like all the stereotypes and stuff continue bc writers are getting their inspo from other writers rather than their own brains. or something. idk!!!!! it's just all... divorced from reality? bc words. or something!! i hope u get what i'm trying to say. just thoughts i've been thinking. anyway i think ur thoughts are cool. and ur writing. ok bye have a good day!!

Okay yeah this is kinda messy but hope u see this, uhh yeah I think you're right about the echo chamber effect fr about stuff. I think it's a mix of projecting too sometimes. talk more under the cut and also link to a video essay since I love video essays.

Here’s a video that sort of touches on this topic:

“Gay fanfiction” by Sarah Z. (has CC)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8E_C00dKwI

This video begins to talk about fetishization at the end, but also… not really. The words “gay fanfiction” is used as a catchall, when really gay fanfiction is largely mlm written by non-mlm.

Fandom is a largely women's space dominated by the female gaze in a media industry world that is dominated by men and the male gaze. I'm really glad women have this space to explore creativity and queerness, and I don't expect the female gaze to go away, but I am still ultimately bummed out I can’t read most fanfic or interact with most fandom spaces without having fetishization in my face.

So about 80% of fandom is women, and most of those women aren't straight, but 90% of those women prefer mlm ships. Why don’t they prefer wlw ships? Well definitely part of it is the fact that queerbaiting is centered around white straight men, and then there is also the fact that women tend not to be written as well charcter wise. But the fact still remains that you get jerjean getting priority over Layla and Alvarez who are in canon just as much and are a canon wlw couple who actually interact as well as Alvarez could likely be a woc because of her Hispanic last name. Korasami doesn’t get nearly as much hype as zuko and saka, despite the fact that they are 2 fully dimensional characters who canonly kiss and hold hands, something the creators fought for and ended up having to sacrifice another reboot for.

I do believe the fandom echo-chamber is largely responsible for… a lot of things, like you're saying. But what's interesting is that the complaints I've heard about visual porn from non mlm in the fandom space is that they can’t get off to it because its for the male gaze and misogynistic usually. But they also don't seem to notice how the mlm smut circles has the female gaze and is also… almost always mlm. If it was a pure anatomical not knowing thing, I get that, but I also think that leads to the question of “then why the male body for porn, and not your own? The one you know and are familiar with?”

I know some people want to get outside of their own body for porn and don’t want to think of their own anatomy at all, but overall I'm still uncomfortable. If an anglo said “well I watch porn of only Mexicans so I don't self insert” I'm gonna be like … hhhh in a similar way. I understand people “like what they like” but I wish they also noticed said patterns in the first place. I understand the t4t tumblr porn circle, and how it's different from cis people who only watch trans porn.

I actually wished that instead of fandom focusing on mlm ships where some asshole guy hits on bottom troupe charcter for top troupe character to save, was instead… a wlw character experiencing said shitty getting hit on and other wlw swooping in. what's interesting is fandom writes a lot about misogynistic experiences without often realizing it. Ive read fanfic where guys get called sluts for sleeping with people or called bitch for speaking their mind, these arent things men usually experience, but rather women. Fandom has a lot of internalized misogyny and also queerphobia imo. Women characters often get pushed to the sidelines and men become the canvas for female fans to project onto.

There is this natural inclination to mlm. When people are talking about “gay shipping” or “gay books” or “gay feels” or even just “gay” mlm is what’s largely in mind. I honestly am kinda saddened by this because if gay fanfiction was really solely about writing more to feel represented, then you would see a lot of bi and ace and lesbian rep, but this isn't the case. Queer women are seriously underrepresented, and I want to hear their stories and read them in fanfiction as well as published. 50% of lgbt literature is mlm, and of that its largely written by women. Becky Albertalli, Rainbow Rowell, Maggie Stiefvater, are the YA big names and are all women writing mlm. Red white and royal blue is written by Casey McQuiston and Captive prince (which is not YA) is written by C. S. Pacat, who is non-binary, but is also TME and not mlm. These are all the big names in mlm lit, behind them is some gay men, but honestly their stories aren't preferred, they're not the right “flavor” for the consumers usually, who are largely women. In general YA consumers and authors are women, but I wish that they… just wrote about women too. I think there is a certain… snowball effect to the overrepresentation of mlm representing the whole LGBT community that leads to fetishization, as well as misogyny playing a factor in: less women characters being written well to write fanfic on, when they are written well they're taken less seriously or the audience struggles to relate to them, they're less marketable then men.

Idk I never feel “seen” or “represented” by any of the books above, which don't address boyhood and manhood and queerness intersecting really, and AFTG doesn’t either. I relate to AFTG as a trauma victim who has experienced a lot of what many of the characters go through and have gone through in the EC as well as them just overall being very well written characters, but I don't relate to it as a mlm really. I've never seen like.. gay voice or being straight passing or femphobia or how boyhood can be affected from a young age by those around you sensing you're ‘other’ or if you didn't experience this you feel outside the mlm community. Let alone sub cultures like bear and leather and pup, at most you see the word “he's such a twink” in fandom which... i fr hate non mlm using that word because it's usually used to replace the f-slur essentially, used derogatorily or to call him “such a bottom” and stuff like that. It’s like a joke or an insult.

Long story short, idk mang this was a ramble and I think I'm coning down with something. I wanna see more queer women rep and women authors writing about being a queer woman too. I think it's a complex web of fetishization and a bit of forbidden love yaoi culture (or it used to be in the BOYXBOY days) as well as misogyny on an industry level, creator level, as well as reader/consumer and fandom level. I don’t think it’s inherently wrong to explore other peoples stories and what we read has to be segregated, “only mlm are allowed to read and write mlm, only wlw are allowed to read and write wlw,” but I also think author’s intent and audience and background is telling, as well as overall statistics. Like about an hour ago I was looking for cookbooks in spanish or in english, and I was looking for some mexican food cook books, but I had to look for them using words in spanish because otherwise what came up was a bunch of “fiesta party, easy as uno dos tres authentic cooking!” and I was like… hm. Since I could tell they were marketing to anglos. (also the author’s last names were like michelle smith, james cooper, and this could be for a variety of reasons, but I trust Hispanic names more tbh and deadass would look at the authors pictures and if they had other books in Spanish or what their specialties were.)

anyways. not sure how to end this. uhm if anyone has any book recs (my to read list is like 500 books tho no joke) preferably not YA white mlm written by a white lady, hopefully queer women written by queer woman, LMK, I need more wlw and queer women stories on my list. I have a decent amount but always looking for more. I kinda wanna link my goodreads or my storygraph but I also don't want to get doxxed and it has my legal name on it so.

Also, I'm dyslexic and using spell check but if there's like some wild typos my b.

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xoxo-ren-xoxo · 3 years

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Just a small thing that you can definitely ignore if you want and I know this might be bad to say or even selfish but I just.. miss the old Schlatt? not the one who's now doing this content and making hurtful jokes just for money. because every day I'm losing more and more hope that off camera, he's a genuine person?

Or I just want him to improve and become better? I don't know, I know I might be selfish for being like that and I do recognise that parasocial relationships do exist and he is merely a stranger to me but I just want him to become better and to be better. curse me and my heart where I just want the best for everyone, even if I don't know them. c': I think I miss the old Schlatt - because I feel like even this persona he has is not doing him any good?

This might be a thought but you know when you look at someone and you can just see or feel that their mindset is affecting them - especially when it's affecting them negatively? I noticed that with him. Again, I know I'm a mere stranger and I don't know anything about him but even with strangers you can notice this? When he was on a break from that sort of content while he was moving, on the update "I'm Back" video he had a better energy? But when he started to embrace that persona again, his energy is just becoming worse and worse. the only times his energy was better again was when he had the moments with Jambo?

I don't know. I'm just going on a ramble at this point but I just wish he became better?

This is the exact reason I still watch the guy! I completely get where you're coming from, and it can be hard to have these sorts of conversations without speculating about what goes on 'behind the scenes' (something we know Schlatt is uncomfortable with and is possibly one of the reasons he puts on such a contrary persona).

I agree that his content has taken a downturn lately. But I don't think it's the fault of the persona, I think it's the fault of him misusing the persona. Of course he can do whatever he wants, I don't really care cause if he decides he wants to keep being a bastard then that's his problem and I'll stop watching cause that content isn't for me. However, I have some ideas about why the more recent videos have been 'worse':

His heart isn't in it. Jackbox games are fun and all but they aren't the kind of content Schlatt likes to make. In my opinion. His old channel had videoessays, but he's said before that they don't make enough money for him to keep doing that. I think he likes the little slice of life videos more because they're easy and because they're fun. I think the Wii videos were great, well-structured and good examples of well-done satire, but I feel he got a bit bored of it so he tried jackbox, which just isn't the same.

The satire doesn't work with jackbox videos. In the Wii videos it's just him and the game and some props. He plays his character and clearly makes fun of the kind of person he's portraying, or he just makes fun of himself, which is cool too lol. For example in the Wii fishing video, he plays the character of a misogynistic guy who loves fishing and hates his wife. Then proceeds to be terrible at the game and get angry to the point of making himself look like a fool. That's why we laugh! We laugh at the dumbass he's portraying. And obviously this is the same for most of the bits he does. The classic one being the gay Catholic patriot. The unexpected clash of traits makes it funny. With the jackbox vids you don't really get that. It's him and some friends. And yeah, they make fun of themselves and each other, but it has the unwanted side effect of being easy to turn into something that starts to make fun of other people, such as minorities or victims of tragedy, which isn't okay.

Mans is just trying to get a rise out of people. We all know this. The last video was purposefully offensive to try to scare the dream stans away. Which was dumb, and he shouldn't have done it, but I get why he did it. With everything that's happened recently, I'm sure Schlatt doesn't want to be associated with that sort of fanbase. Unfortunately, he went the wrong way about scaring them off.

Moving, the entire thing with lunch club and cmc, getting a cat, and Connor moving in, all while making near-weekly videos, two podcasts, and being on streams. That's a lot to think about, which is probably another reason for the lazier content and falling back on 'easy' jokes that often turn out offensive.

What I'm saying is that I feel he's in a rut. He hit a dead end, tried to fix things, then fell off and made a shitty video as an attempt for controversy. If I'm right, then I feel that he's gonna take a bit of a break (he's already taken a pretty long break if you look at how long it's been since the last video on his main channel) and come back when he's actually ready to do some better content.

The video was bad, and I get why people don't feel comfortable watching him anymore. I've made my peace with it and I'm hoping for some better content soon. But not too soon!

Lots of his friends have spoken about the whole thing, and the general consensus is that yeah, it was bad. I think Connor talked about him and Schlatt seeing a kid watching The Video and Schlatt having this 'oh shit' moment? I might be wrong, if anyone has a link to the clip or stream where Connor talks about this lmk. But regardless, I think mans is taking a break and sorting himself out. There are also rumours he might stream soon but idk idk.

I feel that off-camera he's a completely different person. Minx said she sees it that way, Ty also said he's very respectful and chill off-camera. So I don't think he's a bad person (I don't think he's racist or anti-Semetic, he fucked up but I highly doubt he believes that shit irl and I think claiming that he does is just performative and kinda weird. I understand microagressions are also very bad and can be used by racists/be racist but on their own they do not make you a racist especially if it's poor taste jokes that went too far etc).

You're right though, he definitely wanted to make money. That didn't really work out for him though (if you look at the stats on The Video, it performed terribly) so I doubt it's a mistake he would make again.

For now, if you want to see better content that (I think) reflects Schlatt in a better light (aka he's still doing a bit but he's much more chill and less of a bastard about it) I recommend the chuckle sandwich podcast and sleep deprived podcast. He's on OTK streams a lot too but that sorta thing isn't really for me.

Also stan connoreatspants bringing us Jambo content all the time. 🙌

Idk if that was helpful, but it's more a gesture of solidarity since I agree with and feel everything you're saying. Of course, this is all speculation, please don't spread this as fact because I don't know Schlatt any better than you do. He's just a comfort CC and guy I think is kinda neat when he's not doing dumb shit.

Sorry for the long post. Also, you can disregard the shit I said about racism if you want cause I'm not qualified to talk about it really. There are good points for calling someone a racist for jokes like the ones in the video, but I feel like the rest of the factors should be looked at too since this is a complicated situation. Again, just my opinion, please no hate. If you have a complaint DM me or send an ask. I'm open to hearing other povs.

Have a nice day !

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Honestly, I love Mammon but I'm sick of his sweetness. I see him EVERYWHERE, and it's like the others don't exist. I like it when characters lose their calm you know? Esp that time when we reject Satan's pact, I really liked how he got worked up over such a thing lmao. And of course, most of the ones who tried killing mc had stupid reasons, except for Lucifer imo, but since when did demons make sense?

Alright, sure, they can still be sweet, but imagine if they ACTUALLY were dark characters. Corrupting human souls, selfish desires, blah blah. I'm not saying they can't love mc, ofc they can be sweet and lovable, but that doesn't mean they'd lose their normal habits and quirks. You cannot differentiate between them and normal humans now. The traits that would portray them as demons isn't there.

And perhaps yes, routes would've been fun. Right/wrong answers? Seems legit lmao. But like you said, the characters could've been done so much better.

I liked them at the start, now that I think of it asmo was never really what he seemed to be at the start, but in the recent events to me, at least, he's all but that. Diavolo, Barbatos, they have potential to be dark characters lmao. Asmo too, esp abt Helene, he sure was manipulative. Seeing Satan just be about cats/books upsets me bcuz he's one of my favs, and like you said, I feel he could've been a MUCH better character, plus idk he seems like he could be dark too. Other than beel & mammon, and I really don't know about belphie since he's become pretty sweet now, I feel everyone else could be written as characters with darker, more fitting demon personalities.

Though I love how we can go on about one topic for ages lmao. Lmk if my rambles become too annoying lol – 🍹

Don't worry about it, I really enjoy talking about it and I'm the queen of rambling lol. It's actually kinda hard for me to be concise when it comes to things like this.

And yes! Satan's reaction to rejection was exactly what I was thinking about when I mentioned that. I don't doubt most of the others would've reacted the same either tbh, but the difference between his reason for wanting to kill MC and his brothers' felt very different imo.

I'm kinda repeating myself, but I think people really overlook how cold Asmo was regarding getting MC killed. In that sense I can see how they get along with each other so well. I think I huge part of that is people coming in knowing that they're all gonna love MC and MC can't die so they don't even think about threats or subtle manipulation, but he's one of the most malicious imo since it was so cool-headed and planned.

Kind of like the theories about Barbatos and/or Diavolo purposefully sending you to a traumatic death because executing Belphie would cause the brothers to revolt. (Which I believe to extent btw.) Those four stand out as a lot more demonic imo because they can't be called crimes of passion. I miss the days where they both just casually admitted to taking part in a torture dungeon.

Personally I love the idea of unavoidable demonic corruption. Like the "tragic lovers suffering from fate" trope but where the demon isn't just an innocent victim that can't control it at all and MC doesn't just take it happily without consequences.

I'm not against MC suffering the consequences of a demon boyfriend, far from it, but even if you don't go the direct route there's so many ways to do it.

Even just slowly losing your morals because all the demons (and old-ass human with some most likely odd moral quirks, if only from being alive so long in horrible times) around you treat horrible things as something as mundane as breathing. Even if they snap back at least acknowledging it is a huge step up.

I'd be terrified and paranoid 24/7 knowing everyone around me wants to literally eat me and has eaten humans before. Even if they hated the taste or something knowing they're capable of it is scary af.

Like a Beelzebub who truly doesn't mean to hurt MC but doesn't think twice about breaking their beloved pet's bones right in front of them. A Beelzebub that finds it just as hard to avoid eating humans as he did in the intro even when he knows he shouldn't harm MC's family.

Or even just a Beelzebub so wracked by guilt and light on morals that can't bring himself to not always enthusiastically take Belphie's side even when he knows it's hurting MC. A kind of parasitic relationship where Beel guilts MC into staying and helps Belphie trap & manipulate them in ways Belphie could never do by himself.

A Leviathan that finds it increasingly hard to keep his jealously inwards now that he has someone to fight for and can't feel secure unless he can feel their envy. A Belphegor that slowly manipulates MC into abandoning all of their responsibilities and friends until their life is ruined and they have to depend on him.

I get that some of them are a bit harder to do without reminding people of irl abuse they may have faced, namely Satan, Levi, Lucifer, and ofc Asmo, but there are ways to make it more supernatural and less mundane. Besides there are way, way worse otomes out there that don't even market themselves as dark like Obey Me did.

I find it interesting that so much of the fanbase absolutely hates those kind of themes when they're so hard to avoid in otome and it was kind marketed towards people who like it. Like I genuinely wonder how they heard about it and got through demons insulting & trying to kill them in the early days of Obey Me before you knew they got better.

In the end though none of that can really happen without routes imo. Those kind of storylines can't be done well in the 10 seconds of individual interaction we get, even a whole lesson is too little time. And again even people who like darker things might freak out when Asmo's the one doing it or get turned off by Levi so they won't risk their money. It's so frustrating seeing the lost potential and knowing it's probably never gonna happen.

Speaking of I always thought Mammon was pretty robbed too. Not only did he never have the same freedom to harm MC as the others, but he was also directly responsible for their safety. Like sure they'd all be punished, but you have a different mindset when an authority figure constantly makes you aware and you have more chances to bond.

I think even cannon Mammon would've been more dangerous and a lot more rude if he wasn't their babysitter. The others, except Satan & Belphie ofc, probably would've been "nicer" and more controlled knowing Lucifer was breathing down their neck too imo.

Like he does seem less violent and hot-headed than the others, but they're not the same circumstances. Even a while after the pact he'd probably sell MC in an instant if he knew he wasn't going to be severely punished.

A lot of his possessiveness feels like a dog guarding a bone rather than true jealously imo, even when they're doing it as endearing thing. People automatically assuming he was lying when he said he'd rather MC die than be saved by someone else, but was he really at that point? Just because someone is tsundere at times doesn't mean they're incapable of being honest or not that into someone.

That's also kinda what I meant by infatuation too. Like sure they could like a human, but that doesn't mean they'll be that upset when they die or will never get bored. It's kind of like those people that immediately get a new pet after theirs dies, or even before so they don't have to be without a dog for a single second. Or the kind of demon that wants to "ruin" you with their sin until you can't go on as the ultimate act of love, even though they know it'll kill you.

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