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sttoru · 25 days

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please, when are people on this damn app going to learn that a GANGBANG is not the same as an ORGY (or whatever is the opposite of it) .

GANGBANG = RAPE of one person by multiple people

ORGY = consensual sex between multiple people (mostly during a party, just unrestrained sexual activity in a group)

#sttoru chats.#im tired of seeing ‘gangbang fics’ on my dash #like no…… if it isnt noncon then its not a gangbang.#please #i beg #idc if it has an alternative meaning #I REALLY DONT CARE #the original meaning is the RAPE of one person by multiple ppl / men #and thats that #its such an ick #just avoid such names bcs it has negative associations #<- imo ppl shouldnt throw it around so easily on this app but that s just me 🤷🏽.#tw rape #cw rape

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inkskinned · 1 year

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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

#this is true #writeblr #warm up #relatedly for some reason one of our Favorite Jokes #amongst the Siblings #is like - ''this is so good u will love it''#while we are reacting to something we OBVIOUSLY find viscerally disgusting #like we will be actively retching and be like ''nooooo it's so good''#to the point that i sometimes get nervous if someone outside my family is like oh u should try it its good #(obvi we never force each other to eat anything. we are all just curious birds and #like. we're GONNA try the new thing.)#edit to answer why we had so much vanilla:#my mom is a very good cook and we LOVE to bake. so she just had a lot of staples in the house.#it's one of those things that's like. have u ever continuously thought ''ah i should get butter im probably out''#even tho u are not out of butter. so u end up with like 5 years of butter.#my mom would do that in a costco but like with vanilla extract #to be fair we WERE always using WAY TOO MUCH bc we were kids #so like she was right to stock up #ps. yes we were VERY sick after this lol i just didn't want to include it in the post in case ppl had an ick about that #u can tell it's real bc we knew "oh no we fucked up that's too much vanilla to waste'' but our reaction was to just. keep drinking it #> sibling understanding that vanilla extract isn't free > knowledge mother doesnt mind if we use it for milkshakes #> sibling choice to maybe get in a loophole of ''not wasting it'' if we drink it bc that's the same as using it (not throwing it out)#listen bud i was like 13 and my sister was like 9 #when my mom discovered this we. got in. A LOT. of trouble. a lot of it. a LOT of it.#3rd edit bc i guess it isn't clear - i am 1 of my brother's 2 little sisters #i am the middle child #out of all the ways i have had to explain a post before being like ''did u forget a middle child can happen'' is my favorite

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riddlethar · 9 months

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men will push and push and push your boundaries repeatedly even after you ask them to stop. it’s genuinely so sickening. like what is the motivation here? trying to wear me out? think i’ll just sit still and do as you like when it pertains to me?

#its so FRUSTRATING #repeatedly asked him to stop calling me that and he STILL tries #its such an ick #literally feels more dehumanizing than getting outwardly sexualized #like genuinely how dare you push that onto me? after i said from the beginning to stop ?#txt #sick memes bro

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charmac · 6 days

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Mac and Dennis not having sex.

#iasip #macdennis #my masterpost #reference for when ppl call this shit fanon or queerbait lol #long post #i have like.. more that didnt even fit #i wrestled with deciding which ones to put here rah #why are they like this #oc #side note one of these dennis gifs gives me the biggest ick for personal reasons lol #i hate looking at it but its necessary here

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dudethatsmyundeaduncle · 1 month

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Realizing Dick Grayson is just some guy™ is the worst thing that ever happened to Tim drake.

#can u imagine meeting ur hero and he gives u the ick 💀#I JUST THINK LIKE THE INHERENT HILARITY OF THE SHINE COMING OFF THAT APPLE WOULD BE SO FUNNY #TIMS ALL HYPE TO BE NEXT TO HIS HERO DICK GRAYSON UNTIL HE SEES HIM FORGET WHICH PEDAL IN THE CAR DOES WHAT AT 12PM #13 YROLD TIM HAS TO LIE DOWN BECUZ THE WORLD HAS DISSAPPOINTED HIM DICK GRAYSON STILL USES A MOTOROLLA FLIP PHONE CUZ ITS REALIABLE #anyway i just think it would be so fuckin funny #DC #Batman #Batfam #Dick Grayson #Tim Drake #Nightwing #Red Robin #never meet ur heroes kids LITTERALLY their apartments smell SO BAD

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sojutrait · 7 months

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where the ghoul kids rule!

#ts4 #s #ts4 cas #i was gonna do them as humans but then i put the pointy ears on draculaura and it was too cute ffggfkl so its them as Mostly human #did my fave ghouls first ill do the others either tomorrow on in 8 months who knows #also. sorry i couldnt keep clawdeen's canon style bc its my 2 icks (purple and animal print) i just Cant #monster high

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m-kyunie · 2 years

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do not ask me about the plot of JJK

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #getou suguru #i am going to suck this man thru a silly straw i swear to god. jesus #my biggest Ya Boi ever except its YEEEESHHHH #the heart piercing is my most indulgent of indulgences here. i think maybe Geto likes cute things #like simple heart or star-shaped things. lightly feminine #drooling over ur own art is how u know u've improved #sigh. maybe i shld add lacy pan--nevermind im done actually #OH TO BE GOJO SATORU! TO GET TO DEVOUR THIS MAN!#recommending Pressurlicious by Megan. ultimate malewife manipulate mansplain Geto song #one day i will draw his d!ick but today is not that day. there will also be a piercing.#also i wanted to add tattoos but even i was like 'damn Michelle that's overly ambitious'#oh what if he had a tongue tatt that was a dragon head disappear down his throat WOW what a visual #thank u Gege

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menelaiad · 1 year

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The Oresteia reimagined for modern stage by Robert Icke (2015)

#tagamemnon #the oresteia #agamemnon #greek tragedy #robert icke #READ THIS. its on my google drive hmu. READ THIS PLEASE #it's INCREDIBLE.#reception/modern classics done right and well. SO WELL.#my chest aches just looking at this book.#i feel a HOA rambling tingling my fingers #letsfuckinggooooo #ask me hoa q's. talk to me plz. I LOVE THME

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jondrettegirls · 2 years

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[Image Description: 4 quotes from plays and 1 painting. The quotes read as follows, 1: “Someone will see to you! The evil you are is the evil you get.” 2: “Klytemnestra: ‘If you kill me, you kill yourself. Orestes—‘ / Orestes: ‘You did wrong. Now you suffer wrong.’” 3: “He filled this house like a mixing bowl to the brim with evils, now he has drunk it down.” 4: “Menelaos: ‘No, don’t do it!’ / Orestes: ‘Oh, be quiet. Endure what you deserve.’” The painting is of King Agamemnon, murdered in his bath, with a net embroidered over him in red. End description.]

THE EVIL YOU ARE | Herakles - Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson) | Oresteia - Aeschylus (Tr. Robert Icke) | Agammemnon - Aeschylus (Tr. Anne Carson) | Orestes - Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson)

#on my own.#on my art.#idk if i shld credit myself for the art in the lil caption or not. i dont have a title for it yet lmao #quotes #euripides #aeschylus #robert icke #anne carson #so much translated by anne carson.. her translations slap i mean all of tumblr knows it its fine #oresteia #house of atreus #herakles #orestes #menelaos #agamemnon #klytemnestra #orestes&klytemnestra

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turrondeluxe · 1 year

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I love the amount of cat themed stuff Mikey seems to have in his house- like the stuffed animals and the slippers etc

Does it have anything to do with icecream kitty? :3

Kinda! He just loves cats in general!

Here's a doodle of young Ronin Mikey giving food to some street cats before a mission!

#expanding more on the fact that when younger mikey just took care of a lot of street cats hahahs #ick was very important to him though. a lot of the cat themed stuff he gets #either for him or the kids its actually pink because it reminds him of her #also! ick was actually one of the street cats mikey used to take care off before she got mutated!#ask #my art #doodles #tmnt #tmnt the last ronin #tlr lost years #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo #peepaw and babies au

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writingbyshiloh · 1 year

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Cautious yet optimistic and graceful

Part 2 & Part 3

CW: Morally gray reader, Fem!Reader, John Wick type of violence, drinking, Marquis is a bit of an ass, French is not the reader's native language but there are only 2 sentences in French. Both say “City of Lights” but the reader's French is off.(will update as the fic goes)

AN: if the title is still messed up idk what to say I have been working too many hours. I have parts 2 and 3 planned if there is an interest! IDK French sunset times nor the weather so just roll with it. I also watched the entirety of community s4 so if he's ooc blame it on that. No beta

The other managers have it easier you think. If anything goes wrong in New York, that's okay because New York is gritty. Paris has such a large history and many different names that it is hard to include in one hotel. In Casablanca, Sofia has her dogs with her at all times so the hotel is a bit more laid back. Maybe you are just bitter because your hotel in Paris is considered to be the epitome of class. 5-star dining, showing off the best French cheeses, hotel complete with a small vineyard for exclusive house-made wines.

Maybe because you share the city with a very wealthy and powerful agent of the table. Marquis Vincent de Gramont was a thorn in your side. While never made explicit you felt like he had a hand in making you manager.

Whether it was him wanting fresh blood running and influencing the Continental or your previous weapon (swords, often French by some weird coincidence) when you were still doing hits for the high table pulling on some patriotic thread in him. The not knowing gave you small comfort.

You liked the concierge though, a woman named Camielle. You were given the option to fire her but declined wanting to make sure someone understood the hotel, at least during your few years running it.

The gentle buzzing of your desk phone took you out of the work you were doing. Using the back end of your pen you punched the answer button.

“Marquis de Gramont asked if you're free for dinner tonight. I said yes.” Camielle told her, her French accent coming across even on the phone.

You bite back a whine. The threat of Marquis visiting always buzzed in the back of your head and you were sure that while not a member of the high table, he had enough power (in many senses of the word) to fully shut down your hotel. You also never spent time with him alone. You would occultly see him at some “business” even that was far and few between.

You nod your head, before realizing that she couldn't see you.

“What time? Did he say where?”

“Huit. Eight. He said the rooftop.”

You thank her before she hung up, probably to help a guest.

Of course, he did. The location was formal, secluded and your favourite. Should you bring a guard? He won’t kill you, business is forbidden in Continental grounds you thought stabbing your pen against the notepad in front of you.

While replaying the conversation in your head, the realization that he didn’t specify why he wanted to go to dinner hit.

The rooftop was your favourite place in the hotel. Seeing other parts of Paris made the hotel feel small, like a normal business other than a safe haven for the criminal underworld as well as regular tourists alike.

You went up early, earlier than the expected time. You could brainstorm what he wanted to talk about. New ideas that you decided to implement to various levels of success? You're planning on something to do with a section of the Catacombs, but no solid ideas yet.

You kept one security guard by the door, to the roof, while Chidi was someone skulking around somewhere. You talked to the chef before and arranged a menu for the evening. If the Marquis didn't like it you were sure that he would implore you to make changes.

His arrival was heard of before you saw him. A small nod from one of your guards alerted you that he was on his way up. You feel your nerves clawing in your stomach, back to fixating on why he wants this meeting.

While you hate to give him credit, he looks good. A suit that only seems to accentuate his long legs, a stunning red suit jacket, with a black tie and vest all over a white dress shirt. The chains across his vest and ring glinted in the light. He wouldn't be Vincent if not for dressing up like this. You slightly deflated realizing this was probably what he was wearing and not something special to see you.

Bottle of champagne set in the ice bucket, stamped with the Continental embossing. He didn't change your menu so you assumed that he was content with it. Hoping you only had to so small talk with him until the food arrived or he decided to drop some sort of bomb on you.

“The view is beautiful,” he said, gaze burning into you. Wonderful. You have to make small talk before whatever he is here for is here.

You turned your head to see the Elifle tower situated against the evening sky.

“It is.” you agree as you turn your face back to him, realizing that he never looked at the surroundings, but was looking at you.

“C’est la ville du lumier”. Maybe the conversation would go faster if it was in french.

“'La ville lumière'” he corrects you before switching back to English. “You do not use the 'du'”.

Heat rises to your face after making a small mistake in French.

“Sorry. My French is primarily used for business.” You let the last word hang in the air, both knowing what you meant.

“How you do anything is how you do everything, Mademoiselle,” He says changing the subject.

Like being annoying you think in reference to him choosing to call you mademoiselle, most show you respect by calling you The Manager, keeping with the sister hotels. You take a slow sip of your drink, stalling for anything to say.

He places his hand on yours.

“You approached dinner with me like you approach your hotel. Cautious yet optimistic Gracefully.”

You sit in stunned silence. He gives your hand a small squeeze bringing your attention back to him,

“That is a compliment.” he continues. “It is good to see fresh ideas in the Continental.”

You thank him quietly, thoughts racing as you try to pull everything together. He likes your ideas? All of the compliments, his hand on yours, the romantic location. Is he flirting with you? Does his speech about the way you do anything apply to him in the bedroom? What would that even be? Still annoying?

He takes a sip of his wine, the movement snapping you out of your perverted thoughts, finally, you find an opening for actual conversation.

“I was thinking of something underground. With the catacombs? Or something inspired by them.”

You think he mumbled ‘tourist” under his breath but decided to let it slide. He tilts his head indicating you to keep going.

“And something maybe like a speakeasy?” You saw him about to correct you but you kept speaking “Even though France only banned absinthe.”

You expected him to be annoyed and you were only half right. Part of him was irritated, the other part proud that you are learning history.

A slight clearing of the throat grabbed your attention. The food.

“Marquis de Gramont. Manager.” The server nodded toward you both before setting down the plates and leaving.

The dinner a few weeks ago was the first time you spent time with him one on one (as long as you didn't include his guards). However, a quick mutual liking based on annoying each other took place. Almost like childish flirting, if you thought that he would date. Does he have an arranged marriage? You forbid yourself from googling Marquis traditions and rules.

And maybe on the side of your friendship, you had a small crush. You tried to avoid it and push your feelings down to nothing, but a flash of his long legs in his exquisite style, or his voice pulls your feelings back to yourself.

He could just be lonely. You didn't know his exact age but you guessed early 30s. Given the years of practice and training, those successful in your business were older. You were somewhat close to him in age, closer to him than some of the big names.

Giving in you picked up your phone and punched in one of his numbers. While the phone rang you picture one of his staff bringing him the phone, probably on some kind of silver platter. On the few times you called him before one of his staff answered, asking you why you were calling.

“Bonjour Mademoiselle. What do you need?”

Oh shit. That's not his butler. That’s him.

“Do you know much about wine? And are you free tomorrow night?” You try not to sound nervous and unsure on the phone, but his answering threw off your game.

“Oui, and oui.”

Taglist: @heartrot666 (it will not let me tag you :-( )

#Marquis de gramont x reader #john wick movie x reader #Vincent de Gramont x reader #ITS DONE!!!!!!!!! wooohooooo #pls be nice the J/ohn W/ick fandom seems to be bigger than my normal 3 people for r/ed

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eggyrocks · 15 days

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me finding a fic that looks like smth i might like :

me after the pet name ‘princess’ or ‘kitten’ is used :

#ITS AN ICK FOR ME SORRY #I CANNOT PHYSICALLY READ IT IN ANY CONTEXT #I JUST CANT #ramblings

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spatialwave · 7 months

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jordan taking care of a sick marie. (can supes get a cold?? idk… anyways 🩵) word count: 819

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autumn had hit godolkin with a vengeance, the trees were pretty and the air left a chill on exposed skin. it was beautiful. what wasn’t beautiful was a cold going around that was hitting some of the students.

they weren’t sure why it was hitting some and not others, but jordan didn’t really care about that. they managed to dodge and weave the bug going around — they were much too busy to get sick.

that wasn’t the case for marie though.

jordan had sent a text to marie earlier that morning, asking where she was. it was unlike her to not meet in the common area of the crimefighting building, it was jordan’s turn to buy them a morning coffee that saturday before they had to do some work as a t.a.

frustrated after a third missed text, jordan held onto the two coffees with a tight grip and began walking out into the open space of the campus with an intense demeanour. you would think that someone pissed them off.

that’s when they saw emma, their brown eyes widening as they called out, “emma! where the hell is marie?” they asked, lowering their voice in the last sentence as they hustled in her direction.

the blonde looked over at them, having been fully absorbed in the comment section of her most recent upload. she blinked a few times as she watched jordan walking towards her with ferocity, needing to look up just the slightest due to jordan’s height in their male form.

“hey, hey,” she raised her hands, “just because i’m her roommate doesn’t mean i have to be her messenger,” she teased, but jordan’s face reminded her that they weren’t one to mess with, “jesus, dude. she’s got that cold going around. be careful in there, it’s hazardous!” she had to call the last part out because jordan had already started walking away.

with a racing heart and clammy hands, jordan pushed their way past students until they reached the dormitories. the path to marie’s dorm room was one they memorized, taking less then a couple minutes before they were using their foot to kick a few thumps against the door.

“marie?” they called out, putting their ear to the door and giving awkward, tight lipped smiles to students walking by and looking with interest.

“it’s open.” spoke a weak voice from the other side of the door, muffled and cracking. oh god.

jordan had to handle the two coffees in one hand as they opened the door, eyes widening when they saw marie in her bed. she was laying on her side, brown eyes glazed over and a bit red. she coughed, cringing at the pain.

“fuck, marie, why didn’t you text me?” jordan asked her, using their foot to shut the door behind them. as they walked closer to her, their form switched into their female body, expression softening.

“too tired to look at my phone.” she croaked, trying to sit up, but jordan quickly shook their head.

“don’t move. just rest,” they assured her, placing the coffees on the table between the two beds. they turned their attention to her, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching out with a gentle hand so they could press the back of it to her cheeks, then her forehead, “you’re burning up.” they murmured, frowning.

"is that bad?" she asked, having grown up in a facility, she wasn't used to being sick. maybe once or twice as a teenager. she'd forgotten how awful it felt, how it made your bones ache and your throat feel like it was coated in needles.

"you'll be okay." jordan's voice was full of care as they smiled, wiping some budding sweat off of marie's forehead, "might feel like shit for a couple days, but you'll be okay. i promise." marie gave a weak smile up to jordan, already feeling better in their presence. "i don't want to get you sick."

"who cares?" they quipped back,” let me take care of you." marie didn't answer back, she only nodded.

jordan did exactly what they said they would. they took the day off from their t.a. work and ran around grabbing everything they could find after googling 'cold remedies': chicken noodle soup, orange juice, cold and flu medicine, lozenges, hot tea and a fuck ton of water bottles.

it wasn't until sunday night that marie began feeling better, able to sit up in her bed with jordan as they watched some stupid vought romcom. their hands were intertwined, jordan's hand a bit larger than her own as they held her against their side close to keep her warm.

"thank you." marie whispered, tilting her head back to look up at jordan with a tiny smile. jordan's lips cracked into a smile as they met her gaze, answering with a kiss to her forehead and a gentle squeeze of her hand.

#limoreau #jordan li x marie moreau #jordan li #marie moreau #gen v #idk why i get the ick sometimes when i clarify which form they’re in???#i find it nice leaving it up to y’all to imagine them in your own way #but idk... i think its cute that jordan would start to be more comfortable around marie in their female form.... im crying #this may be my last post today i am actually very sick skfkdkdk #wordsbyspatial

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lakshana-ke-lakshan · 1 month

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Wtf is happening with ishman fandom? When we're not being fed anything, Ishan literally on a hiatus, then istg the fanfics were SO GOOD and now? When we're being spoon fed the content? The quality of the fanfics goes down? no offence.

like y'all, as a writer, who was forced to write because of less, but good content, i can't help but be annoyed with the fandom rn. Cuz I literally wrote my ff because there was no omegaverse ishman fluff!!!?!

So the point is that the stories are very repetitive, grammar is wrong (not like I'm Shakespeare's butt hole but still, there are some limits to galat English?), there is just- Nothing new? To be excited about?

I remember the time when I used to keep refreshing the app in case any new updates came and now, I haven't literally opened the app since forever. There is just one author, who i wait for, and they stopped posting the same time around which I stopped posting. So ya, I'm not alone

And don't call me Hardik- you ain't loyal to one fandom- look, ik I ain't but I just got over it?! And vaise bhi fanfics ka cringe alag hi chall Raha hai

It's always the same now- mafia Shubman, hobo ishan or some royalty au, or some businessman CEO Shubman and poor ishan, omega ishan hiding his gender, and ishan running away with his child blah blah blah

Yes there are many new ideas, but i couldn't possibly know cuz I haven't opened any fabric since ages

So ya, ishman is having its downfall era on Wattpad

WRITERS DO SOMETHING

I BEG OF YOU

and if anyone could recommend the best, mouthwatering, booty hole clenching fanfic where there is a new plot, and shub is not bottom(he's never a bottom), please do recommend them to me. Pretty please

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strawberryxfieldz · 10 months

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oh fanon Wally is so funny but whenever I see people take these interpretations seriously I get confused. I'm sorry, did we not all want a short but sweet puppet boyfriend who's utterly clueless about romance (and is slightly ominous) to hug while he goes limp? did I miss a memo here???

#I think its funny to see stuff of him being a diva or flirty and stuff but-#when people seem to prefer it to the og it gives me an ick #I love canon wally sm #welcome home #wally darling x reader #mine

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robintherobiner · 4 months

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male character gets turned into a female and it shows him the experiences his female friends go through and it teaches him to be better? incredible fic, i'd so read it.

male character gets turned into a female and everyone around him starts treating him gentler and fussing over him and he suddenly becomes super emotional? ew. what are you doing. thats a de-aging fic. not a gender-swap. being a women doesn't make you weaker or more emotional or more in need of protecting.

#thats why i hate genderbend fics because why do you make a dude a girl and suddenly hes incapable of doing anything himself #“batmom would be a better parent” SHUT UP WHY DO YOU THINK THAT? WHY DOES A VAGINA MAKE BRUCE BETTER AT PARENTING WEIRDO #obviously not every fic does this i've actually read a few really good ones but jesus they're rare #i think the only exception to this is if its an all one gendered family? like a family of dudes and one gets turned into a girl #then it makes sense for them to freak out because they dont have any?#but in the batfamily that makes no sense because CASS STEPH BABS ARE RIGHT THERE. FEMALES ARE NOT A NEW PHENOMINOM TO THEM.#dc comics #dc universe #batman comics #batfamily #batfam #genderbend #genderswap #fanfiction #fanfiction icks #how is that not a tag #reading icks #ohhh there we go

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