#like i don't want to be like lamenting here bc i want to make friends and i'm trying but also? it's fucking hard?
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i genuinely don't think most people understand how lonely immigrating to this fucking country is
#people: wait hahaha wym u don't have like a friend group u go for drinks with on the weekends? :)#i've lived in 3 different states over the past 8yrs and spent extended periods of time in 3 other states + 4 other countries. so. it happen#and it's not like anyone sticks around those cities/states bc the schools i went to are like. yknow. people move to go to them#but then they leave. and then ur allllll fucking alone all over again.#also couple all of this with being poor + having to work + a goddamn pandemic + not having family here#like i don't want to be like lamenting here bc i want to make friends and i'm trying but also? it's fucking hard?#like if ur working 40hrs a week it's just like almost completely unfeasible#i have like three (3) friends in this city and lol one of them is thinking of moving#immigration just fucking sucks honestly#nobody moves because they fucking want to. they move because they have to#can we live in a world where this isn't the case
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Hungman - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader
Summary: Jake's camboy endeavors are not unbeknownst to you, and one day you take him up on a teasing offer to join
Requested: ohhh how about thoughts on camboy Jake (screen name Hungman) whose best friend walks in on him after a show and he jokingly invites her to join him next time. she accepts (shocking Jake bc she’s lil miss sweet, shy, good girl) and when it comes show time he finds out just how nasty his bestie can be (I’m talking her begging him to be mean and nasty and “spank me daddy please!!!” which blows his mind). he makes bank that night and invites her back to his bed anytime. show or not.
Contents/Warnings: best friend/roommate!jake, smut (minors dni), rough sex, oral sex (m receiving), AFAB/fem!reader, ever-so-slight degradation, p in v but from the back, penetration, no mention of protection, teasing/joking daddy kink (she says it once to piss him off so it's not really a kink i don't think), camboy!jake
WC: 2.8K / navigation
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"Jake, I found the rub you were looking for last week, it was only- woah!"
You come to a screeching halt in the doorway, watching as your roommate doesn't seem rushed at all to cover up his bare lower half. He's got a lazy smirk on his face, standing with his sweat-slicked chest on display as his hands hover almost uselessly over his dick.
"Oh, good," He nods, holding eye contact with you as your gaze threatens to slip lower, "Meat for dinner tonight. then. Sorry," He apologizes a moment too late, glancing down at his bare form, "Stream ended late."
"No worries," You give him a small smile, bag clutched tighter in your hands, "Sometimes I forget you do those things, m'never here to see 'em."
"Oh, yeah? You wanna be?" Jake chuckles, reaching for a towel while keeping one hand still over his cock. As big as his hand is, it's no use there.
"Wouldn't mind joining," You shrug, "It would be nice to have some extra pocket cash."
"Joining?" Jake's laugh is even more incredulous now, and he rubs the towel through his sweaty hair rather than wrapping it around his midsection, "Darlin', the day you join me is the day I'll keel over in shock."
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You march towards Jake's room clad in tight lingerie, black lace snug to your skin.
"Get ready to keel over," You command, stepping over a stray sock in his doorway, "Ready to do this thing?"
"Woah!" Jake's eyes widen as he turns, clad in only tight briefs. It gives you a very intimate view of his clothed cock, and all of a sudden the fabric seems a lot tighter.
"What's the plan?" You ask, readjusting the strap of your bra, "Just, drop down on the floor and fuck like rabbits?"
"Y/N," Jake breathes, chest heaving with shock, "What- what are you doing?"
"You said I could be here," You huff, cocking a hip out and crossing your arms, making your tits pop, "What, you changed your mind? I wasn't kidding, I need money."
"You're really joining?" Jake asks, face the picture of a disgruntled Ken doll.
"No, Jake," You sneer, narrowing your eyes, "I was actually planning on going for a walk in the park. Just wanted to see if you'd join me."
"Alright, alright," Jake's shoulder slump from where they're tensed at his ears, "No need to get snippy, missy."
You see his dick twitch. He likes snippy.
After a bout of awkward silence, Jake gestures to a camera set up on his desk.
"Camera's there," He reaches up to scratch the back of his neck, "Not on yet, though. We're gonna go live, so I can't edit out your face. You got a mask, or something?"
"Nah," You shake your head, "Not unless you want me wearing your helmet."
"That's-" Another dick twitch, briefs straining to contain him, "-not a bad idea. But I probably shouldn't use government-issued equipment for porn."
"No fun," You lament, striding over to the bed and crawling onto the mattress on your hands and knees. You're fully presented to him, ass up and head down, wriggling your hips as you wait for the beep of the camera.
"So," You shimmy, "Anytime soon, big guy?"
"You're really ready for this?" Jake asks, hovering by the camera with an uncertain gaze.
"Just-" You huff, straining to meet his eye with a desperate look in your own, "Fuck me, Jake!"
His eyes darken, his jaw clenches, and you swear his briefs nearly rip.
"Okay," He murmurs, low and dangerous, and you hear the click of the camera's recording button.
"You," Jake drawls, sidling up behind you and gripping your hips in his strong hands, "Have been a very naughty girl."
You scoff at his stereotypical porno-style dialogue, playing along anyways, "Oh, yeah? What did I do, daddy?"
You hear his breathing hitch, and his fingers dig harder into your flesh.
"You've been watching my streams," He murmurs, dangerous and accusatory. Your stomach bottoms out, you have. You aren't sure how he's figured you out, but you have, and until now, you'd thought you were getting away with it. He wasn’t hard to find, and you have to give him credit for his creative screen name: Hungman.
"All this time," He hums, slowly smoothing his hand over the fleshy globes of your ass, "You've been buried under the covers in your room, those pretty little hands of yours sinking in your cunt, huh?"
Then, after a moment of silence, he hums, "Yeah?"
You nod, almost shamefully, and you're given a sharp smack to the ass in response.
It makes you cry out, and your voice blends with Jake as he roars, "Answer me!"
"Yes!" You yelp, breathing heavy as you push your ass further towards him, in search of another surge of pleasure, "Yes, I- I've been watching your videos."
"And last week," He drawls, rubbing your sore ass with his massive, rough hand, "Caught me damn near naked. You think I didn't see how flustered you were? Think I didn't notice how tense those shoulders were, huh?" Jake's large hand moves up your back, squeezing at your tight shoulder. You gasp at the feeling, his fingers prodding at sensitive muscles.
"This whole time," He stalks around to the front of the bed, cock out and hard near your face. It makes your mouth water; you nearly choke on your drool.
"This whole time you've been thinkin' about me, haven't you?" Jake asks, running a soft hand through your hair, "Fingers buried in that wet cunt of yours, stuffin' a shirt- my shirt in your mouth to stop from moanin'."
"How do you-" You stammer, but Jake cuts you off, hand tightening in your hair.
"I saw you." He reveals, "'Came in to give you your laundry. You left the door open, baby. Did you want me to see?"
"No," You shake your head, but it doesn't go far with his hand in your hair, "No, I- I didn't know you were home."
"Didn't know," Jake scoffs, dick stiff, "I walk like a damn elephant, Y/N. You knew."
"I didn't mean for you to see me," You insist, but oh, you did, "Honest, Jake, I swear!"
"Don't swear," He sneers, letting go of your hair to lean over and swat at your ass again, "This is what you wanted, baby. This is it," He slips a hand under his hard cock, pushing it towards your face, "Take it, darlin'. Take it, this is what you wanted."
You lean to the side, tongue already out in anticipation of taking Jake's dick into your mouth. But the second before you can get a taste, though, he backs away a step, leaving you open-mouthed and whining.
"Look at that," He chuckles, reaching with his free hand to grip your jaw, thumbs hollowing out your cheeks, "So desperate. You opened right up for me, baby."
"Mhm," You struggle to speak through the grip Jake has on your cheeks, "Yeah. Want your- your cock, Jake."
"Filthy," He scoffs, releasing your face to land yet another smack against your ass. You let out a broken whine through pursed lips, but you feel the head of Jake's cock bump them, and you're opening your mouth eagerly once more.
"Take it," He scoffs, "You want it so damn bad. There," He jerks his hips forward, jamming his dick so far into your mouth that it's nearly down your throat, "That good enough for you, baby? That what'cha wanted?"
"Mhm," You nod vigorously, mouth subsequently sliding up and down the shaft of his cock. "Thank you," You pant around his length, words mumbled and drooly, "Thank you, Jake."
"Good manners," He praises you with a cocky glance towards the camera, "Showing off for the audience?"
You give your hips a wiggle for the camera, and your ass jiggles with the movement. Jake groans, fisting a hand in your hair once more, "Come on baby, don't tease."
He tugs you further onto his cock with the hand he's tangled in your hair, and your throat constricts without warning, an involuntary gag. You choke, spluttering and coughing as he barely lets up, hand not only pulling your head forwards but pushing it down, too, fully taking your mouth with his hard length.
You run your tongue against the underside of his cock and curl it up around the tip. It's difficult to do with how deep he's buried inside your mouth, but you rear back against his hold and take a gulp of fresh air with the motion of your tongue. When your wet muscle flicks through his slit he hisses, hand nearly ripping your hair out.
"God," He gasps, this time using his grip on your hair to pull you off of his cock, grunting and groaning as you chase after him with your mouth, "Ease up, darlin'. Easy, I- I've gotta get inside you."
The only way you'll let him take his cock out of your mouth if is he puts it inside of you. You go limp, knees already tired and arms even worse. But nothing deters you from the excitement of being fucked from behind by Jake.
When you feel his large, rough fingers tug at the strap of your panties, you expect them to ghost over your ass. But they plunge for your cunt instead, prodding at the end of your slit.
"Ah!' You seize up, stiff as you try getting a glimpse of him, "Jake, I-"
"I don't have the patience to work you open," Jake apologizes, thumbing gently over your tight asshole, "Your cunt's already wet, darlin', just- god," His fingers hit a gush of slick and slip easily into your pussy, "I need to be inside you now."
"Okay," You nod, panting as Jake's fingers nudge roughly at your clit, "Oh, god, Jake, just- fuck me!"
"Don't make me spank you again," He grumbles, one hand guiding his dick towards the end of your slick slit, "I am, brat."
"Yeah?" You wriggle your hips, egging him on, "Can't feel you yet. Maybe you don't have as big of a dick as I thought, cowboy."
Jake chooses to show, not tell. In a quick second, his cock is rammed so far into your cunt, you see stars. Your only warning had been the soft stretch of his thick fingers, but this, this is rough, aggressive, demanding.
"Feel it now?" Jake spits, leaning over your back to sneer against your ear, "'S rippin' your pretty little cunt open, darlin'. Still think it ain't that big?"
"Use it," You grunt, gritting your teeth so that you don't moan. You don't want him to have the satisfaction of getting to you, "Move. Fuck. Me."
You're not the only one good at following orders. Maybe it's the navy training in him, but he's obedient, but he rears his hips back, his thick cock dragging deliciously along the walls of your wet, hot cunt.
He sets a merciless pace, jackhammering his hips into your own hard enough to split right through your cunt and jam his dick up through your throat. His balls slap against your thighs, and the speed at which he rams into you shakes the bed, his headboard slamming repeatedly against the wall.
"There," He grits, breath hot against your shoulder "You happy? You're pretty demanding for a bitch on her hands and knees."
"Harder," You beg, finally letting a strangled moan slip through your lips, "Harder, Jake, I need more!"
"Gonna fuck you through the wall if I go harder," Jake scoffs, nipping at your earlobe. He reaches up to pinch your clit between two rough fingers, twisting and teasing the oversensitive bud, "What about that, baby? That better?"
"Ah! Yes," You gush, drilling your hips backwards as Jake's pinch turns to circles over your clit, "More, Jake, I need- I need more!"
"More," He mimics you, bumping his lips into the side of your temple so that you turn and raise your head to try and meet him. It's killer on your neck, but it's the only way you can mouth desperately at his lips.
"So damn greedy. Is that what you were moanin' into that shirt of mine, darlin'? Beggin' for more, for the real thing?"
"Yes," You pant, lips pressing desperately to his own, over and over again from that awkward sideways angle you're barely able to reach, "Yes, Jake, I- I need you!"
"Tell them," Jake urges, parting from the sloppy side kiss he'd attempted and grabbing your face in his free hand. One is still circling your clit, but that means that his weight is on you, and you're barely able to hold yourself up with him on top. He yanks your head to the side, putting your drool-covered chin and fucked-out face on display. He's wearing a cocky smirk. but you can't see it, and only when your face is in position does he plant his hand back on the mattress and take his weight back.
"I need you, Jake," You moan, pathetic and desperate to the camera. You feel Jake's dick twitch inside of you, and his fingers circle faster at your clit. It sends a surge of arousal so powerful rolling under your belly that you nearly cum right then and there, but it fizzles out to wait for another wave.
"Ah! I need you," You repeat, babbling with a half-open mouth now, "I need you, I need you, I need you so bad, Jake!"
"Agh," He grunts, teeth biting and nipping at your bare shoulder as his hips jerk forwards even faster, a near-impossible pace, "Yeah? Yeah, oh fuck, scream for me, baby, come on."
His cock is rock hard, leaking, twitching, and slamming into your most sensitive spot. You let a steady flow of whimpers and moans fall from your lips, but as Jake's dick pistons harder in and out of you, they turn to screams.
Jake's cum floods your cunt. There's no other word for it than flood, it gushes from his tip and gets slammed into your cunt, having nowhere to go but out. You feel it ooze around his shaft, and it's sticky and hot against the walls of your cunt as he chases his high. He does fuck like a rabbit, hard and fast, and the feeling of him milking his dick in your pussy sends you over the edge with another rolling surge of pleasure.
"Ah!" Your mouth hangs open, eyes squeezed shut and thighs trembling with both the force of your orgasm and the effort of holding yourself up. Your climax makes your cunt spasm, and Jake feels the way your cunt squeezes his cock, clenching relentlessly and sporadically as you get fucked through your own high.
"Oh," He pants against your back, lips pressing to your dewy skin, "Oh- Oh my god,"
"Fuck," You hiss, finally slumping forwards where you'd been arching your hips backwards to get more of Jake's length in your cunt, "Oh, fuck! Jake," You breathe, "I- God, that was good."
"Mhm," He hums, dick still nestled snugly inside your cum-filled cunt as he takes a moment to breathe. His hand falls from your clit, and his forehead presses to your back before he breathes, straightening up and alleviating the pressure of his weight against you.
You have no problem collapsing your elbows and letting yourself slump to Jake's mattress. You're drained, and you can barely remember to keep your face turned towards the camera as Jake pulls out of your cunt. Once he's out, you let your knees straighten, your hips falling to the sheets below.
"Jesus," Jake huffs, thumbing at the puffy lips of your cunt and smearing some of his cum against your ass, "I made a real mess of you, darlin'."
"S'okay," You grunt, too spent to care about any clean-up, "Just- turn off the camera and come lay with me."
You do hear the click of the camera, and a few stray keyboard strokes. But your eyes drift shut, and they only reopen when you feel something warm and wet against your cunt.
You almost wish it was Jake's tongue, but it's not. You're too tired for that now, you think, but it's a suggestion for a later date.
It's a washcloth, and you must have been too hazy to hear the sink water running from the bathroom. Jake cleans up your puffy, stiff entrance, placating you with a warm hand on your thigh when you squirm and hiss at the sensitivity.
"I know," He croons, wiping away the last smear of his cum against your ass, "I know, darlin'. It's over now, you can sleep."
"No," You whine, reaching blindly for him, "You too, cowboy."
"Alright," He chuckles, soft and tired, "C'mere."
He tugs you to one side of his bed, and crawls over you to the other. He gathers you in his arms and you let him, limbs going limp as he tucks you against his chest.
"We made a ton of money," He informs you, lips dotting against the tip of your nose. He rubs his large hands over your back, a soothing gesture that helps you slip further towards sleep, "Come back any time, baby. Camera or no camera."
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I think the fact that so many people want to label Leon/Ashley as canonically "sibling- coded" is because they feel threatened in the way they view other of Leon's relationships, they can tell Leon and Ashley have chemistry and they try to convince themselves that they have a familial bond going on (like Ellie/Joel) so that they can justify not shipping them and making people who ship it feel bad/weird.
Because nowadays so many people can't just dislike something, they have to make up a reason why it's morally wrong and unacceptable so that way they can bully people that think differently and feel like their own personal opinions are objective and right while everyone else is wrong smh. This is mostly the case with younger fans (tho a lot of people older than me does this too lmao) so that's why I don't really find it frustrating bc it's most likely they have limited real life experience. Plus they might not be that good at interpreting canon from contextual clues yet.
In my case though I think a lot of these people are actually doing the opposite tbh because to me it just shows that they recognize that Ashley's relationship with Leon is real and they can't even concede that they're friends in the canon because they know it could lead to something else if followed through in the story, they admit there's potential there subconsciously with how hard they try to make it seem otherwise with nonsense claims. It's like when insecure guys feel uncomfortable but try to seem tough by buying big trucks and having guns on them all the time lmao.
So, I've talked about this before -- about how the "sibling coded" or "problematic age gap" discourse is just modern-day fandom's way of slutshaming and engaging in casual misogyny in a societally acceptable way.
I'm pretty confident in saying that anyone in my generation who slaps "siblings" on Leon and Ashley are probably people who have another ship and have had it for a while and don't want Ashley getting in the way of it, tbh LMAO
Like.... my generation has co-opted the current generation's vernacular, but make no mistake about the kind of bitches we are. We're ship war bitches. That's all we've ever been AND WE ARE NOT GOING TO CHANGE OUR WAYS NOW fjdskfh
But if we're talking about the current generation...
Media illiteracy is a big factor in this. It's no secret to anyone that the US education system took a massive shit starting in the late aughts/early 2010s, and things like critical reading skills aren't being taught in schools anymore.
I graduated high school in 2007. Two years later, I went back to visit an old English teacher to get a letter of recommendation, and he was lamenting to me that he'd just given up. It wasn't worth trying to explain the deeper themes of Beowulf to kids who didn't care, because the only thing that mattered was getting them to pass standardized tests.
So, now, without an overt, explicit declaration of love or something visually concrete like a kiss, kids literally do not have the skills to parse through a text and pick out themes and tropes and use of symbolism and imagery. They were never taught how to do it.
But there's a more culture-based thing happening here, I think. It's this fucking mess of a cocktail of internalized misogyny paired with learned helplessness, social anxiety, intense sheltering possibly exacerbated by the pandemic shutdowns, peer pressure, and internet purity culture.
I think it's pretty safe to say that fandom is predominantly made up of women and teenage girls. That was true in the 60s in Star Trek fandom, it was true in my generation, and it's still true today. And what I've seen happening today is that young women are absolutely terrified of their own sexual agency -- because the internet keeps telling them that, if you're under 18, it is wrong and bad and unacceptable for you to engage with anything even remotely sexual and how dare you express your sexuality -- and you'd better not do it not just because it's wrong and bad, but also because you are GUARANTEED TO BE PREYED UPON IF YOU DO. SEX IS DANGEROUS ALL OF THE TIME AND YOU'RE LITERALLY TOO YOUNG AND TOO STUPID TO UNDERSTAND ANYTHING SO DON'T TRY TO EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. Because if you're 17 and he's 18, he's a pedophile!!!!!!!!
I just.
So, we've now basically turned an entire generation of young women into the same type of young women who created the BL genre in Japan. These are women who were too afraid to explore their sexuality on their own, and it felt safer to do it with two male characters, because it was always more "okay" for men to be sexual. This is happening here in the West, now.
Slash ships have always been a thing in the West, but not to the degree that they are today. In today's fandom, if you have an M/F ship at all, you are outnumbered by at least 3:1 -- because M/M just "feels" safer for a lot of the current generation.
So, I think young women look at the Remake portrayal of Ashley Graham, and they identify with her. A lot. They're probably around her age, and her personality is very relatable to the kind of girls who play video games. Ashley's clearly introverted, but she's a fast learner who just wants to help, and she's got a good heart and a weird, kind of awkward sense of humor.
And, not only do these girls identify with Ashley, they're probably thirsty as fuck for Leon.
But that's terrifying to them.
Because they have been taught to fear their own sexual agency. The idea that an attractive, traditionally masculine, older man would be romantically or sexually interested in them is immediately categorized in their brains as wrong and bad -- and they don't want to think of Leon in that way.
So... for them, it can't be romantic. It can't be sexual. But there's clearly something there, but Leon would never abuse or prey on anyone so... that bond must be a perfectly innocent familial affection. That's what it is. That's what it has to be, because anything else forces them to face the uncomfortable reality even young women like them go on dates and have sex -- and sometimes, it's with men like Leon.
So, they thirst over Leon at a safe distance through Luis, primarily. Or they self-indulge on reader fic, because that's so much easier to write off as "just a fantasy" and not a statement on who Leon actually is as a character.
And it's just kind of sad, man. It sucks to see this happen to an entire generation of young women.
That's why I don't really get mad when I see the "siblings" shit out in the wild. I just feel sad for those people -- because they can't just say "I don't like the ship." They're so insecure and neurotic that they have to think of a reason why the ship is literally impossible to ever happen so that they don't have to be worried about it.
One day, they'll finally suck a dick for themselves and learn that it's not that serious. It's really fuckin not. Dicks are stupid, and the boys that are attached to them are even dumber.
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*slides into your inbox* I was trawling the Greedfall tag since tumblr didn't see fit to tell me there was new content and saw you (+anon) lamenting the lack of Greedfall content and specifically Kurt and I am here both to commiserate that lack and say hi bc I am a Greedfall Enjoyer and Kurt Lover, too. :D I first played in '22, I think, fell in love with the game so hard I started my second playthrough the same day I finished my first, and have played it borderline completionist six or seven times. Three of those romancing Kurt bc I don't think I've ever fallen so hard or fast for video game romance in my LIFE. One of the first post in my Greedfall gaming tag is yelling at myself to meet all the LIs before I glom on to one but I failed that hard bc well. KURT. 😅 He needs more love. The game needs more love. Bc yes, I agree with you, the visuals are so good and it's some of my favorite world building and I love it so much. I genuinely think this game is one of those rewired my brain things. The writing and the lore and the characters and the MUSIC and it's so pretty and I've dragged at least three friends into hell playing it. I even really like the combat now, even though it almost scared me off at first, lol.
Hello!! Starting the second playthrough immediately after the first is SO valid. That 80s movie esc ending where they told the player all the outcomes of the characters had me DYING so I obviously, immediately jumped right back into the game to cope. And honestly, how could you possibly resist Kurt??? Every time I go for another playthrough I tell myself I’m going to explore a new romance and then I DONT. How can you go through his whole personal quest and NOT want to kiss him?!?!!?
It rlly is one of those games that just rewires your brain. Just the insane amount of detail and care that went into constructing the game lore, music, characters, and cultures, is so beautiful! Makes me giddy just thinking abt it! Combat also freaked me out at first, but in the end, I learned that I can just button smash, dodge, and shoot and mostly be fine (yes i played on easy mode, dont judge me. I'm here for vibes only)
ALSO this goes out to all my other greedfall (and kurt enjoyers) LOVE YOU GUYS! thx for talking abt Greedfall with me and helping the brain rot ROT
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Okay so, feel free to not answer this one, it's,, kinda heavy, i think? and a bit long. also, sorry about just dropping this here, it's just been weighting on me for at least a couple of years?
So, i'm 21, and like, a big lurker in fandom spaces, and with the ships I ship I sometimes see the "these kind of ships are only okay if you're a csa survivor" stuff, which,, bullshit, but always makes me go "is that,, me? does what happened to me count?" and like, i'm aware that just needing to ask that probably means the answer to that is yes, but I've always shied from thinking about myself that way? The term survivor feels heavy, i guess, like it needs to cross a threshold before the thing counts? Which, logically I know is not how that works, but still
It was just like, this one time I was staying at my great aunt's with my parents for like the 1000th time, I loved going over there, she and her husband had dogs and we'd have breakfast together and hang out doing stuff in the garden. But then this one time when I was like,, 13?? I was pretending to be asleep to read fanfic under the covers after bedtime (I was sleeping in a pullout couch in the living room) and my aunt's husband,, kinda groped me? I don't think he realized I was awake, but I froze and just did my best to pull away quietly and then he stopped and left, and I just,, never mentioned it to anyone in my family because I didn't want anyone to fight?? I've been very nervous about raised voices since I was little
After the fact we just left and anytime my parents mentioned visiting I'd try my best to get out of it, by coming up with like reports or homework I had to do over the weekend, and if I couldn't get out of going I'd just stay put in the room I usually slept in or go out with my parents just to have minimum contact with my uncle, which meant like, hugging him hello and goodbye when we got there and when we left, and sometimes accompanying him to gather wood for the fireplace
Anyways, for unrelated motives my parents and I moved to another entire continent right after I turned 16, and then a while later he got sick and died, and hearing everyone lamenting his death and saying that he was such a good man stung like a bitch, even though I*know* i specifically didn't mention it to anyone in my family to avoid any tension. Sometimes I wish I did say something? But like, we moved away *and* he's dead and nobody's even mentioned him in a long time so I don't really see the point? It's a weird thing, and I don't want my parents to ask why I didn't say anything earlier bc they'd get sad, i think
I do have a couple of people to talk to. My friends have gotten really angry on my behalf a few times now, and I love them. Still, it's a weird thing where I don't really want to think about it but also I know it's a thing that really affected me? Still, the term 'csa survivor' feels like it should go for,, heavier things, worse things
Sorry again for just,, dropping this here, just.. talking about it helps a bit, i think?
Oh darling this is a heavy one indeed.
Look, I'm going to be real with you.
What you feel about this uncle is valid. It doesn't matter that it was only once, it doesn't matter that it was "just a grope", it doesn't matter that it didn't progress, it doesn't matter that you were able to avoid him afterward.
He assaulted you. Point blank. He was an adult family member you should have been able to trust and he touched you in a way he should have never even thought to touch you.
I am so grateful that it never progressed, that you were able to stay away from him as much as possible and that he never touched you like that again but the fact remains that you should have never had to deal with that. The burden, the fear, of that kind of thing should have never been placed on you. He broke a trust with you and in you that could never be replaced and that is and will always be on him.
The title of survivor does feel heavy and I can understand why you wouldn't feel comfortable carrying it. In the end that's your choice and your choice is and should always be what matters most.
I also understand being reluctant to tell your parents, especially since he's dead now. I do have to ask if there were any other children or teenagers he might have also attempted to prey on besides you?
Either way I'm glad you have a support system, I'm glad you have friends you can talk to about it.
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I love your South Park si so much I would love to know more about him (this is also a reason to talk about South Park bc I know sweet fuck all besides what I played of fractured but whole which was not a whole lot)
OH I WOULD LOVE TO INFODUMP ABOUT HIM lemme put this under a readmore incase it gets long
ok ok so. he's based loosely off the new kid in the fractured but whole. charlie and his parents lived in denver before his mother died. his father fell into a deep depression and decided moving away from the memories of her would be the best route. also he became an alcoholic and stopped taking care of himself and all that. worth noting as well that charlie is a carbon copy of his mother, which led to a lot of...... complicated.... feelings from his father toward him
charlie was diagnosed with autism around 5 years old when he never started talking, so he was homeschooled up until moving to south park. his dad figured he could socialize with kids his age and get him out of the house for 8 hours a day so, win win LMAO
ofc around this time charlie doesn't know he's trans (or really what transgender is, he is very sheltered), and he tries hanging around the other girls but they don't really. Get him. everyone keeps trying to make him talk and try to put makeup on his face and he hates how it feels so he stops.
the Guys, though? they seem cool. they're playing outside in the dirt with silly costumes on, and charlie wants to be a part of it! he starts hanging around the back during their games, sort of trailing behind them because he wants to Belong somewhere.
i don't really consider him Part of the main group of guys? honestly, i think he's closest with butters and kenny. kenny likely told him what transgender is and got everyone to start referring to him as charlie, even if most the time they just call him soup. not like he can really object to it, plus they like him enough to give him a nickname so it's Fine
...honestly i'm kind of stream of consciousness-ing here so i'm gonna write if i think the boys would respect soup's identity
stan: was confused, didn't know what transgender was. asked his dad what it meant and got "the liberals are transing the kids" lectured by randy, so he decided he was fine with it to spite him
kyle: is transgender. yes
kenny: he's fine with it if soup shows him his boobs
eric: ....i'm conflicted. i think Yes but only because he thinks it'd be unfair to be a huge dick to a girl, so he can be mean to soup because he's a boy
OKAY RIGHT ANYWAY. i don't have a specific character i ship soup with... i think he's kinda passed around the group because he goes along with anything. it's Stan's Turn to watch the resident autistic kid. he hangs out at stan's house a lot actually. randy is drinking buddies with soup's dad so he sleeps over sometimes
soup's dad is also friends with mrs. cartman, the two are so amazed that their children get along so well. papa campbell remarks that charlotte's always had such trouble making friends, and liane laments her poor eric has the same issue. meanwhile upstairs cartman is convincing soup to sit still so he can give him a lobotomy
soup is just so happy to make friends. he doesn't really care that they're all a bunch of douchebags that nearly get him killed on a weekly basis, he likes being around them. i think he likes kenny the most... randy likes HIM but the feeling is. probably not mutual
thank you so much for the chance to dump soup lore oh my god this shit has been festering in my brain for years ily if you read all this muah <3
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Friday Fic Rec (Special Edition)
Fic rec ask game
(Taken from @illegalcerebral)
I saw a thing earlier lamenting the fact that people don't make lists of fic recs any more so for Motivation Monday I've decided to start a game so we can spread some love! So make a new post and compile a list of the following fics:
An ongoing multi chapter fic you are excited to get updates for right now
turn the world to gold by sunshineandguns
(Criminal Minds, JJ/Emily)
I am so in love with this one! Cannot wait to see how it ends. IT's just such good and agnsty Jemily
(If Loving You is Wrong) I Don't Want to be Right by ambiguousem
(Criminal Minds, JJ/Emily)
If I could unhinge my jaw and eat a fic like it was a meal to be consumed, this fic would UNDOUBTEDLY taste like all of my fave comfort foods individually and simultaneously. I literally don't know how to explain my love for this angstt fest.
A completed multichapter fic that you can binge read
Fooled Around (and Fell in Love) by w00t4ewan (me)
(Criminal Minds, JJ/Emily, JJ/Tara, Tara/Emily)
Yeah, I'm hyping my own work bc this is what I'm currently reading to my partner (I read out loud to them every night) and it's been such a joy for me to read it for the first time (since writing it). We constantly lament that there's not a TV series of this AU bc GOD THERE SHOULD BE ITS SUCH A ROM-COM
A oneshot you think everyone should read
Steps by Phoenix_Falls
(Criminal Minds, JJ/Emily)
DID YOU KNOW: This is the highest read Non-Smut Jemily fic!? IT IS!!! AND YOU SHOULD READ IT BC THE FLUFF IS UPSETTING
A fic you have re-read more than once
Dreams, Schemes and In-Between by Phoenix_Falls
(Criminal Minds, JJ/Emily, Derek/Penelope)
One of my FAVVVEEEESSSSS. I have read it so many times over the years bc it's so light-hearted and the entire fic is four idiots trying to get each other to fall in love. It's an entire fic about best friends being Meddlers
A fic you first read over a year ago that you want to spotlight
I Want to Believe by Trancer
(Criminal Minds/X-Files, Emily/JJ)
It's an X-Files Jemily AU. AND YOU WILL LOVE IT
A fic that introduced you to a new ship/character/fandom
With a Little Help From My Friends by phoenix_falls
(Criminal Minds, Emily & Luke )
THIS FRIENDSHIP!! Luke needs to be protecc at all costs and this really turned me on to the idea of Luke and Emily being bffs and gay idiots together. I love it!!!
A fic you'd recommend to someone new to your fandom
Depends on why they're here! I exclusively write/consume Criminal Minds femslash so here's my recs based on the assumption you just watched CM for the first time and said "THESE WOMEN ARE VERY QUEER!!!"
"Oh my GOD JJ and Emily are SO GAY TOGETHER?!?"
Start Here: [Take My Hand and Show Me the Way] by mjduncan
"UHHHHHH Tara Lewis just met Emily and THEY REALLY EYE FUCKED EACH OTHER RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY SALAD!!!"
Start Here: [Caution to the the Wind] by thelarkascending
"Do you ever think about the way JJ and Tara look at each other? Like that one overly specific moment when [JJ looks at Tara] (when Tara has her hand on JJ's shoulder) and JJ's eyes basically say OH FuCk I HAvE It SOOO BaDDD FOR TARA LEWIS!!!"
Start Here: [Here is Home] or [Between You & Me] by w00t4ewan
A fic you would recommend to the person who tagged you in this game.
I wasn't tagged and I don't even know if you (@illegalcerebral ) really read a lot of femslash BUT based on your likes in my notes and your icon, here's a lil something as a treat
Pray by w00t4ewan
Criminal Minds, JJ/Emily (Past JJ/Elle)
This is basically a JJ origin story coming off the back of Elle leaving the BAU and JJ trying to get over being in love and feeling betrayed that Elle left so abruptly
Optional: Wildcard choice of a fic
Unwinding by PepperSpicedLatte
This is just a REALLY well-written Je T'Emily threesome that always gets me FLUSTERED bc holy shit it's so so so good
Tag You're It (If you want to play!):
@gaelic-symphony || @cargopantsprentiss || @carasynthiart || @pagetvaleriebrewster || @doctor-whothefuckknows || @puddlejumper9
#tara lewis#emily prentiss#jennifer jareau#jemily#criminal minds#temily#Jara#cm fanfiction#cm fic recs#friday fic rec
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you have a rlly interesting take on light from what I’ve seen, if you don’t mind sharing I’d love to hear about it :3
ohh she makes me crazy i don't have like a concrete Light Storyline i just rotate her in my head all the time but here are some assorted bits i like 2 think about:
- she has a slight accent that she drops more & more the higher she ranks. (in my head this is south african but i quite literally might have invented that from nothing. i DON'T remember where it came from)
- her tendency is to assume that other people are 'more fallible' than she is. when they fuck up they fuck up, and when she fucks up she's just trying to do the right thing even if the consequences are bad. (she is of course wrong, but hey. whatever helps you sleep at night)
- i dont think she could stop working if she wanted to. not strictly because she loves her work but bc she has this total compulsive need to fly as high as she possibly can. of course this means when she falls it's gonna be from a height that kills her but she's too obsessive to care
- pragmatic to a fault & this is why she and lament just can not fucking work out. she wants the greatest good at all times, regardless of who's involved, she would kill a friend to save ten strangers and convince herself there was no other option. and her idea of the "greatest good" starts out as very noble and true but the longer she spends with the foundation the more that warps and twists until it isn't necessarily even "good" anymore but she believes in it with the same fierceness anyway
#this is stupidly long im sooo sorry she makes me batshit fucking insane#the source on all of these is basically 'i made it the fuck up' i cannot even lie to you#scp
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standard time-fueled sappiness under the cut womp womp
i hate transitory periods because they make me so SAD!!!! this one especially that i'm in rn is causing me to have to fight back tears if i think about it for too long!! i spent much of my undergraduate years in the throes of mental illness and constantly ebbing back and forth between passive and active suicidality whilst trying and failing to deal with my psychosis symptoms so i don't feel like i really got to appreciate college until i got medicated, which was like. this past summer.
but now that i'm at a place where i can manage my symptoms i'm seeing just how much of the quote-unquote "college experience" i missed out on and how fun it really is. i've made more friends in college over the past year than i did in the whole three years prior, and being able to navigate friendships without feeling like i have to wrench myself out of them before they realize i'm wacko is simultaneously really freeing and infuriating because i missed out on soooooo much of that!! and all because i was like one bad hour away from shuffling off this mortal coil for like 8 years straight !! i spent every waking moment from the age of fourteen until june of 2023 loathing myself with every fiber of my being and now that i don't want to die anymore i'm just kind of lamenting the friendships and the happiness i didn't feel like i deserved in that time and it SUCKS
and that said i love the friends i've made since the start of my recovery more than they could ever know, and on the off chance that rae is reading this i need you to know you saved my life more times than than either of us can count. and just these past few months with jessie + company has shown me that college doesn't have to be jaime's misery jamboree all the time and i am so so so so grateful. i mean it.
but now that it's all coming to an end i'm just!! sad!! i never thought i'd miss college bc i spent like 80% of it wallowing and languishing and torturing myself, but im going to miss this city and the connections i've made with it so so so so much. i love chicago with all my heart i really do. it can be a weird and frustrating place to live in, but it will always be a part of me and i think i'll always call it home to some degree. i feel like i grew up here - i went from a sheltered kid with no ability to navigate by herself to a (mostly) functional adult here, and i have the city to thank. it feels like moving away from a parent in a way; i love my own parents but i feel like the city has shown me so much more than they ever could, as stupid and knockoff-sondheim-musical as that sounds.
i know if i don't go through with my plans to move abroad i'll regret it, but it doesn't make saying goodbye to this part of my life any less painful. being here and growing up over the past few months has taught me that i am a part of something really special, and for the first time in a really, really long time i know i don't want to die and remove myself from it all. i genuinely didn't think i'd have hope for the future ever again, but i never realized how much of just this depth of feeling i was missing out on. anyway. i love my friends and i love my city and i don't want to say goodbye to either of them!!!
#speak friend and enter#suicide mention#just in case#IM NOT KILLING MYSELF I PROMMY I'M JUST TALKING ABOUT MY MENTAL ILLINOIS
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Umm... that girl who reblogged a post from her male friend who you made all your buddies send rude anons to? Don't play dumb
edit: removed usernames bc i would hate to be told i’m bullying by setting my followers on these people or something like that
Are you joking?
Nobody made anybody do anything. I don't know who sent her anons, but she is literally a 20 year old adult who was called out on something shitty. Do you think I give enough of a shit about her to send friends to send anons? Or do you think nobody has an any agency? Like did she send YOU to send anons? Or are you just here being a knight for no reason.
After simple research, she has been crying non-stop about anons she got that were evidently not remotely rude (if they were the ones published on her blog) and she consistently has been fucking lamenting over how shitty things are for her.
You all don't seem to get it so I will spell it out nicely for you:
[REDACTED] posted a long post about how he was HATE CRIMED. Literally, "I was a victim of a hate crime". Then detailed how the specific hate crime was that a black woman (an "African American woman" rather) crossed the street to avoid his house while he was standing watering his front yard.
Now, there are SEVERAL reasons why any person would cross the street to avoid a person watering their lawn (one being that they don't want to get wet??).
But of course, this individual decided to give us more information. He said he was a 40 year 6'4 caucasian male. Fairly fit or whatever his description was. She was a black woman.
Not only did he profile her immediately, he ASSUMED she was judging his singular pride flag hanging outside his house. Not anything else. Now if you don't know why a black woman or any woman really would want to avoid a 6'4 man (a white man!) in today's climate/society/environment, then you need to TURN ON THE NEWS.
(side bar - if you think this is a hate crime, then you are simply a white karen and you will stop at nothing to make yourself a victim in situations where you want to exert power over the agency of minority populations. full stop.)
Now your dear friend [REDACTED] reblogged it and said "this is so sad uwu signal boost bc more people need to be aware" and "mental health" or some other obnoxious shit like that. There is nothing to signal boost here. Do you know why? Because you have yet another white man profiling a black woman and stripping her of her agency, her entire being, and what she was doing (which was minding her own business) just so he could make a post about being sad about hurt feelings. That's all it was. People get hurt feelings all the time from social interactions they don't understand, but you can see not ONCE in his essay-length post did he consider what she was thinking. Somehow, to him, the only thing that could have been going through a black woman's mind as she encountered a 6'4 white man watering his lawn was that she wanted to hate crime him by minding her own business and walking across the street.
never mind that he was obviously tracking her for several minutes by watching her exact positioning at any given time.
so no, i do not believe it was right for her to reblog it. she can reblog what she wants on her blog, but she now wants to cry wolf and point to things that are simply untrue. i am not making anybody send her things, nor have i posted about it publicly at the level she has. she has simply made herself out to be a victim when she is not one. in fact, she was told by, ostensibly, several black individuals (black women if i recall correctly) what she was doing was uncomfortable and wrong and all she did, instead of removing the post was to remove the "signal boost" tag and leave "mental health".
There is no mental health at all associated with that post. There is nothing to be gained from that post, at least nothing of value to other people. it was not a coping method, it was not important. somebody's feelings were hurt and that was it. this person, rather than knowing how to cope with hurt feelings in a totally proportionate way to the situation, decided to blow it out of proportion. and your dear friend, instead of talking to her friend privately like most people would, decided to make it everybody's problem by reblogging it. then told maybe one or two black individuals (or the same one) to get off her blog when they identified themselves as such.
she, for some reason still has the reblogged post up so you can see several people's comments on his original post. nobody sent him anons (to my knowledge) and nobody that i know sent her anons (to my knowledge).
PEOPLE WERE UNCOMFORTABLE BECAUSE OF THE POST. This not just that he's a fucking dude in the PP fandom, this is about him making it uncomfortable for several people, especially black people. So they can make it out to be an "oh my god theresa and her friends want people to be excluded from this fandom" um??/ nobody fucking said that? and i certainly do not endorse that? it was uncomfortable bc it was like a thousand microaggressions in each sentence!
for the record, i am not black and i would never pretend to be black. What i did was (1) send her a DM after she unfollowed me bc i got a couple anons and (2) posted in a gc tagging her, to which she unfollowed. i also posted screenshots on twitter.
so you can take these as it is, but if she wants to call me a "demon" or a "minion" or whatever, that's fine with me. i said my piece several days ago and she is the one who is CONSTANTLY bringing it up.
this is not bullying. she and her friends simply do not understand what is going on and have re-characterized this as something that it simply isn't. and they are consistently talking about it, crying about it, and bringing it up in ways that are DRAGGING THIS OUT for no reason.
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1, 3, 5 , 12, 17 please.
1: what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?
- when I was eight years old I roleplayed on Animal Jam Dot Com. Through many domino effects this led to writing, my at least nine year mc//yt obsession, a person who absolutely made who I was throughout highschool, tumblr, All Of It
- I'm not sure other than that. my life has been pretty standard. School stuff. Probably shouldn't have included everything in One domino effect technicality.
3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?
I don't actually watch movies much anymore. When I was younger however the answer was Disney's Robin Hood, Tangled, and the Aristocats. And I put this to the test. Much to the dismay of people around me sometimes.
5. what made you start your blog?
My main blog, joining tumblr, I saw screenshots on Instagram that had probably been taken from Pinterest of Tumblr and it just seemed like The Place To Be. You couldn't get any attention on instagram, not in the way that I used it being a fool and Also Nine, but on tumblr you could make so many friends and get so much attention and be Part of Something. Bit cheesy. I was very young. In fact, I spent Years lamenting over tumblr because I wanted to be a good egg and only get it when I turned thirteen.
12. what’s some good advice you want to share?
I guess just like, don't be afraid to center yourself, Especially on the internet. If you look back at my blog earlier then one would see I used to be an Absolute Pushover. Which is just... not good long term. Or short term. Or really at all. If you can't say what you want (obligatory provided it's not hurting anyone etc) on the internet, where anonymity is the thing and stakes are generally incredibly low bickering over minecraft guys then like. What is the point. How else are you going to express yourself if you let yourself be ruled by something so not important. (And you will get absolutely destroyed by the unimportant stuff, I guess it's like practice.)
I used to be like, floundering over my opinions on rnboo and stuff and the Unpopular Takes or whatever but you know! Just. just say em. If you're not putting anyone else down about it. Everyone deserves to be able to scream into the void. And boy do I take advantage of that. Regularly. And General You, The Reader, should also start doing this I think. And I definitely still need to work on actually being Fully confident about it too, so. You know. It sure is advice.
17. name 3 things that make you happy
- uhh my pals, you, webbers, some other of my friends on here :) and my irl pal
- peer. press. duo :D but, the dsmp/dsmp adjacent/minecraft stuff as a whole. When The Interest is Special ...
- makin stuff. it does not matter what stuff but Boy is it necessary for the me
- a fourth bc I feel a bit guilty because minecraft is not my ONLY spin but other video games.. pokemon... sonic... I am sorry I will not forget you again.
#vwoop.answers#☆mairen☆#hello mairen. same disclaimer as last time. sorry for long. my brain has been taken gently and Rattled
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Realized this was too long. Tftalk under cut
Sometimes i might sound like a huge tfp hater, this is bc tfp was so bad at keeping my attention sometimes that i was lorwolf farming every 5 mins. I don't even like lorwolf that much.
I legitimately can't imagine starting w prime bc while it achieves one thing, cool robot fights, after i watched it (after having watched animated) i legit hesitated on becoming a tf guy bc i was like. "Well animated was cool but... if the more modern shows are like prime then idk, the movies are probably too popular to resist that..." bc i liked cool robot fights but it didn't make me more interested in the transformers bc it had them go on wild goose chases until shit got real for a bit and then made them go on wild goose chases again. And then threw away really interesting characters bc they didn't have toys. Literally whyyy was this show in the middle of nowhere. Most boring location. I'm more willing to consider the humans but literally jack is cardboard, miko might be "annoying" (if you say this you're wrong, not sorry) but i KNOW what she's about she is a character with more traits than generically good. We could've had wheeljack be more interesting... we could have science guy who the team hates being around bc he explodes shit 5x a second and that's why he's never around. Wheeljack helps raf w a fakw volcano and it fucking explodes. I have to take this shit seriously when the big bad war leader looks like anime character abt to go fucking insane and they throw away anything interesting abt him in the finale and make him look like a big toddler who was throwing a tantrum and started a billion year war over not getting the matrix. This is the most popular show tf has . And i can't fathom it I'm sorry. I can't fathom it alongside the fact that prime fans are apparently hating on es when it's doing sooo much more to breath life into this franchise. There's more i could say but i wasn't here to shit talk it i just got carried away. Animated cooked my brain like an egg i was so enraptured and we didn't just have optimus, optimus 2, medic, r2d2, tough guy, tough guy 2, the one interesting character, dead guy who does nothing, another dead guy, and young guy who would be yellow with black stripes in another tf show. Literally sucks bc I'm 90% sure the wreckers are literally interesting but prime doesn't make me interested in them bc wheeljack's complaint is like "my boss is too strict about me lobbing explosives everywhere i hate him" when his actions are so fucking reckless. Dude. Are you taking war seriously or not. Apparently being in the wreckers means you're partying it up in the war zone.
Sorry for hatering it up but god . Bulkhead just being a tough guy...... shame. Animated bulk is literally so interesting i don't get it. Literally i could say shit alll day but i need to stop i need to fucking stop having the most petty opinions to not like a show that is perfectly fine. It's mid to me but it's perfectly fine show for what it is. I want to see the vision other ppl see but i can't i just can't. Optimus n ratchet's history sounds vaguely interesting n then they don't elaborate, "primes don't party" and then they don't elaborate. Implying a side villain might defect and then they just kill him. They kill knockout's bff and then never show his reaction to that and they go "oh yeah he's chill about having to experiment on his friend's corpse after lamenting once that he can't get help making himself shiny". There is a reason i think about animated and actually rewatch it rather than not feeling the same about prime, animated cared a whole lot more about its characters, and about the world. Arcee is the most interesting autobot in prime, which is a shame bc i feel like the rest of them could be just as interesting.
#harley screams#sorry forever haterism demon awakened inside me#i have to take it seriously whn opt telling the kid 'no' was legit so funny
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okay but what if changer is my favourite starlightkun fic ever. what then 😳
also me the moment sungchan says he does astrophysics:
WE GOT IT! WE GOT IT EVERYONE, THE STARLIGHT IN THE STARLIGHTKUN, THE MEL SPECIAL, ONE STARGAZING DATE™ COMING RIGHT UP!!!
also y/n being absolutely so done with hyuck and jaemin is hilarious like when they're at jenos party and shes like is this chenles doing? no the terrible duo woke up again this morning and decided to make it my problem i see i see. or when shes trying not to ✨romance✨ sungchan and is like yeah i can say this to my pals. i could say this to shotaro and jaemin because they're both my pals. maybe not hyuck tho idk the vibes are off
no but genuinely this is one of my favourite fics you've ever written, it feels so natural and the way you wrote sungchan makes me feel so warm and fuzzy (i love finding people as insane about him as i am) i want to be there. also the denim baseball caps with lavender embroidery???? so fucking cute holy shit.
honestly with this pair i could see them pulling a tdhea and start dating but decide not to tell jaemin, hyuck or shotaro. like shotaro sees her walk out of sungchans bedroom in the morning and hes all 🤨 and y/ns like "studying werewolf anatomy is so HARD 🤪🤪🤪 thankfully sungchan is such a great teacher and goes slow at first so i can get the hang of it" like really fucking with them as payback for their meddling. or sungchan going up to hyuck and jaemin lamenting about his unrequited love and asking them for advice on what flowers to give someone who doesnt like you back and the dryads are like 🥺🥺 but they do like you back and sungchans like 😓 i am a man with faults, i have made mistakes 🤧 and i am not worth the pain or suffering 🫡🥲💀 like really playing into his loserboy potential
anyways thats all lives were changed, changer changed lives
-✨anon
omg 😳 ur fave 🥺🥺
and literally me writing any sort of learn'ed man who knows things about the stars like....at this point its inevitable its a canon event that i cannot interfere with in every single universe i will write a stargazing date like ajsfgjdfgkjg;; anywayyyy i hope they've all been different enough to not be too redundant??? or i hope that yall at least like stargazing dates too lmao
the rest of my response got sooo long and contains minor/vague changer spoilers so it's under the cut :)
dryad!hyuck: *exists*
half of the characters in the strawbsunday universe: idk the vibes are off
and im fr soooo glad there's one other person out here that's unwell in the head abt jung sungchan. im on my sungchanist shit 24/7 lately like between changer pt 1 being 22k, phantasmagorical pt 1 being 21k, and the both of them having pt 2s in the works........ im down bad and im never getting back up im telling u 🫠🫠
nahh bc if hyuck had to deal with ANOTHER oblivious (or "oblivious") pair after woos x strawbsunday reader and sungie x tdhea reader (bc in my canon timeline that i keep in my notes, changer does take place after both of those) he would literally kill somebody. like somebody would Die. he wouldn't bother beating around the bush either. he'd just sit the both of them down and very calmly say "you two have big fat stupid crushes on each other and if you don't fucking admit it im going to walk outside and commit vehicular homicide right now" with one of his eyes twitching. my bestie would be Fed Up. like sungchan x changer reader were only safe bc hyuck wasn't as good of friends with sungchan but if they pulled THAT shit they wouldn't be spared twice
NAWT the werewolf anatomy 😭😭😭 poor taro their rooms share a wall....... but, you know, reader IS an MCS student, and "there's so little literature on half-werewolves, it's a fascinating opportunity to get hands-on experience and research— hey taro why are you running away i haven't even told you about my thesis question yet"
also i agree w u that i could totally see changer reader and sung trying to pull a tdhea (with it being either one of their ideas tbh, they'd both think it would be hilarious), but werewolf sungchan is way too much of a simp (affectionate) and ruins it almost immediately. it's day 2 and they arrive separately to a movie night at jeno and jaemin's and reader is trying to ~coyly~ sit just close enough to sungchan on the couch but he's just so excited to see them he's like "oh hi baby!!" and pulls them onto his lap and and kisses them in front of EVERYONE. and their friends r all just like. "uh, fascinating way to tell us that ur dating, guys. cool." bc they all think that it was an intentional grand reveal and not sungchan royally fucking up them keeping it a secret [not canon but hilarious to imagine]
ALSO also your imitation of sung "😓 i am a man with faults, i have made mistakes 🤧 and i am not worth the pain or suffering 🫡🥲💀" had me cackling at my desk at work today like so true he IS loserboy (beloved) but we have not yet witnessed his peak simp behavior nor his peak loserboyness
#ALSO if you liked this sungchan.......i daresay that i might like phantasmagorical sungchan better...#IDK ITS SO CLOSE#IM IN LOVE W THEM BOTH AHHHH#THE SUNGCHAN BRAINROT IS SO REAL#answered#✨ anon#talk#text#mine#fb#f: changer#au: strawberry sunday#strawberry sunday: meta
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next month on this day, i will have been posting on @creatediana for 6 years.
#kinda wanna be like... thank you? but to whom?#thank you for the people who've shown any interest at all in what ive done for even a fleeting moment these 6 years. whove said even#insincere words of flattery and feigned praise. acknowledgement.... is not what keeps me going. but it is nice#tales from diana#thank you for the friends i have in real life and on here who put up w me constantly talking/lamenting abt poetry like the wretched fop i am#thank you for the occasional friend i have actually made *through* poetry... you guys are the coolest shits in the universe#thank you for the friends i have in no way made through poetry. you guys are the other coolest shits in the universe (weighed equally)#i uhhh i actually could thank certain people in specific if i wanted to be real sentimental but a lot of them wouldn't even see this#and i'm just rambling in the tags this isn't a real official statement about anything it's just on my mind#but it can't hurt to randomly acknowledge one's own place in the world. as an artist as a person. as a widely revered and respected blogger#(ha) (pretend with me)#i really honestly don't know what i'd do if i didn't have my poetry blog. i was HARDLY a poet when i made it. i had written spare doggerel#and i do think the desire to keep a blog updated really got me into writing so much. it didn't stir the initial creative passion in me.#i always had a spark and i'd be a poet if i weren't a tumblr user. but i would have no place to put anything. no place to share unsolicited#poems. im not the type to ever show my stuff to people unprompted or say 'hey i wrote this and thought of you'. rarely do i ever show#my poems to people myself. my friends find my poetry blog and they read for themselves. im too avoidant w my work.#i for sure don't think id ever publish if not for creatediana. given only in my school's literary arts magazine but thats an honorable start#i wouldnt even be able to ask people what of my work they think i should publish if not for that blog. bc no one could see it. id have no#second opinions. id have no friends who would care to give me second opinions. they wouldnt know anything about my writing.#i make it sound like a pretty big deal and it isnt. writing+blogging are not these magnificent sides of myself i care to share w the world#it is particularly that they are NOT that i am so grateful to have my quiet little blog of--i think ive almost posted 600 original poems#i have 586 posts. over 95% of those original poems. and i have countless-but-def-in-the-100s unposted poems.#i estimate ive written somewhere around a thousand poems easily#and tumblr has for 6 years given me somewhere to put it. a nice little constant corner in my life for my nonsense. thank you.
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If you still haven't reached ur 25 requests limit, can I ask for the brothers hanging out with MC at a party when an old flame (of the brothers) approaches them and they get overly comfortable with them but because their old flame is drunk and they don't want to seem rude in front of everyone they tolerate them for most the night until it's time to go home and their old flame insists on the brothers escorting them home, and they feel like they can't say bc they are drunk, so the brothers walk them home and as they walk back to the house of Lamentation they call MC to apologize for the night and let them know nothing happened between them and their old flame when they took them home but MC seems unbothered by it and replies "you don't have to explain yourself to me, after all we're just friends and you're free to do whatever you want." Genuinely unbothered, but the brothers are because they thought they were dating considering they've been on a lot of dates as of recently and expected MC to sound jealous, so they basically tell MC that they are dating and MC is like "you never formally established our relationship, and if you want to be my s/o you're going to have to ask me to my face." How would they handle the situation? I hope it made sense... I know my request is pretty long just to get that out but I hope it okay! Good luck!
I don’t even know what to title this so uhhhh…
Brothers When MC Doesn’t Think They’re Dating but the brothers think they are dating and… we’ll just jump right in alright here we go
These got really long so... under the cut!
Lucifer
He didn’t expect to see them there, it had been so long he barely even remembered them until they came up to him. It had been decades… centuries even since he had seen the person, but when they came up to him he could tell they were visibly drunk. Now, Lucifer was an asshole, sure, but he couldn’t be rude to them, especially when everyone was watching him. He grinned and beared it, even when they were clinging to his arm, he didn’t brush them off. You weren’t around when it was time to leave and he thought that maybe you had just gone to the bathroom or something until his brothers told him that you had left a while ago. All he wanted to do was go back to the house and explain to you what had happened, but of course his ex would practically beg him to walk them home. He made it quick, making sure they got back to where they needed to be before zapping himself back to the House of Lamentation, making his way up to your room and knocking on the door and slowly opening it, seeing that you were already in bed. “That person… they weren’t-” You cut him off, laughing softly as you rolled your eyes at him. “You can do whatever you want, Lucifer. It’s not like we’re a thing.” He was confused, shocked even. The two of you weren’t a thing? “Of course we are.” You pushed yourself off the bed, walking over to him, staring him in the eye as you folded your arms across your chest. “If you really want to be with me, then you’re going to have to say it, not just assume it.” He smirked, grabbing your hands and holding them tightly in his own, his eyes serious as he stared deep into yours.
“Darling, would you, officially, be mine?”
Mammon
Getting you to go to the party was something that he was immensely proud of. He had promised to stay by you the entire time, and he had stayed true to his word. Honestly, he didn’t want you to leave his side at all, he was always worried that your attention would sway from him, so he tried to keep you focused on himself. What he wasn’t expecting was for someone to grab his attention, not just his attention, but they physically grabbed him, pulling him away from you. He wasn’t like Lucifer, and he had his fair share of exes and flings, so it took him a while to remember who exactly they were. Their lingering lips against his neck sent the memory coursing through his brain, and he quickly pulled back with a flushed face. He didn’t want to be rude, but he also didn’t want to upset you. It was like being stuck between a rock and a hard place, he didn’t have it in him to actually be rude, so he put up with them, allowing them to drunkenly follow him around the party as he looked for you. “Oi, where ya goin’?” You were already heading out the door, not only that, but you were still smiling. Were you not upset at all that his ex was hanging all over him? That didn’t make any sense. When they asked for him to walk him home, he reluctantly obliged, he still had an image to keep up with the public, but the entire time his mind was on you. As soon as he dropped them off, he started racing back to the house, pulling out his phone to call you. “Y/N. Why’d ya leave early? I swear, they mean nothin’ tah me. Yer the only one for me, ya know that, right?” Of course, that wasn’t the only reason he called, he also wanted to make sure that you made it back to the house in general. He would have hated himself if anything happened to you. But he also needed you to know that there was nothing going on. “Oh… okay? I just went back to study, it was getting late. I didn’t care.” He froze up, his heart sinking a little. “Whadda ya mean ya don’t care? We’re datin’, right?” Please say yes. All he wanted to hear was a simple yes, to validate his own thoughts and his feelings. “Uhm… no? You never said that we were.” You were right, he hadn’t. He didn’t waste any time, quickly sprinting back to the house and barging through your bedroom door and pulling you from your chair into his arms.
“Yer the only one I wanna be with, I want to be with ya all the time… whadda ya say?”
Leviathan
Parties weren’t his thing. Leaving his room wasn’t his thing, and if he had it his way he would just stay in his room all day with you. As life would have it though, Asmo had invited everyone in the house to a giant party the Levi didn’t even know what it was for. He was practically dragged out of the house, and the only reason he even allowed himself to be dragged out was because you were going. You looked amazing and he didn’t want anyone else looking at you, so he kept you close, his arm wrapped around you tightly as he moved you through the crowds, making sure that no one else even touched you. He heard his name, drunkenly called out from across the room and he tried to ignore it, smiling softly down at you, hoping that you weren’t mad at him. Then he felt something, someone, wrap their arms around him, causing you to pull away. “W-Wait, Y/N!” He tried to call out to you, but the music was so loud and you had already walked away. He finally looked down, realizing who the person was immediately and wanting nothing more than to grab you up and run back to the house, but he couldn’t. Lucifer would scold him for being rude, and he really didn’t want to deal with that, so he put up with it, putting on a fake smile all while internally screaming because you weren’t right there next to him. He was already irritated that he had to come out in the first place, you had gone off somewhere and he didn’t even know where you were at this point, and now his ex was asking him to walk them home. Of course, the one person that he’s been with within the last eon would be at the party too. He couldn’t say no though, it would cause an unwanted and unneeded altercation. He made it quick, pulling out his phone before even saying bye to them so he could call you. “Y/N… a-are you mad at me? Did you already go home? Are you alright?” He could barely even get the words out, he was worried and upset with himself for even letting this happen. He should have just stayed home, he should have just kept you there with him. “Why would I be mad, Levi? I’m fine. I’m about to go to bed.” Fine? You were fine? How could you be fine? Were you not even slightly jealous? Sure, you had no reason to be, but he would have been jealous if what had happened to him happened to you. “Well I… I just thought that… since we… you know… we’re… you’re my... “ He heard you laugh on the other line and almost died. “Oh… am I? Are we? You never told me that.” He didn’t know he actually had to tell you, he thought that he showed it enough. The rest of the way home he thought of how he would tell you, his heart racing so fast that it felt like it was going to burst through his chest at any moment. He felt like an idiot, an absolute fool for assuming that the two of you were already dating. He had to set things straight though, he needed you to be his. He walked into your room, his face already burning bright red as he sat on the edge of your bed, too nervous to even look at you as he spoke the words.
“I-I really like you… Y/N… and… I want us to be… t-together….”
Asmodeus
Of course he was going to the party. He didn’t really mind if you went or not, but he wanted you to go so he could show you off. He had been telling all of his friends about you and they all wanted to see you, so when you agreed to go to the party he was beyond excited. “This is going to be SO fun, Y/N! You’re going to love it!” The party itself was honestly just a bunch of people at a club, and you weren’t sure if there was even an occasion for celebrating, but everyone seemed to be having a good time. His hands were on you the entire time, moving his body against yours to the rhythm of the music, and you were pretty sure that this was as close to sex as two people could get in public with their clothes on. The loud squeal rang in your ear from behind him and then you felt the force of someone running at him, pushing the both of you forward as their arms wrapped around him. He didn’t seem fazed by it, he kept his hands on you as he turned around, giving this person his famous Asmo smile as they pushed themselves closer to him, their lips trying so desperately to land on any visible skin which he quickly dodged each and every time. You quickly moved out of his hold and nodded to him. “I’ll be heading home now. Clubs aren’t really my thing. I’ll see you back at the house.” He turned to you, still dodging kisses and politely swatting away their lingering hands. He was trying to find any type of hidden emotion, maybe jealousy, anger, something that would show him that you were possibly upset by the way this other demon was hanging on him. There was nothing, and he assumed that maybe you were just trying to be polite. His eyes followed your form as you moved through the crowds of people, watching as you walked out of the club, walked away from him. At that point he didn’t even want to be there anymore which felt kind of strange to even him. It just wasn’t fun without you there, he felt no need to even be out. What was even more strange was when he actually decided that he wanted to go home, he wanted to be with you. He nodded to his ex, who wasn’t even really an ex, more like a one night stand, trying his best to be polite as he shrugged them off, only to feel them basically tackle him again. They wanted him to walk them home, of course they did, and he was forcing a smile now, quickly leading them out of the club and back to their place. He pulled out his phone, expecting a text from you, but for once, his phone had no notifications at all. He sighed heavily, making his way back to the house to talk to you. This wasn’t a conversation to have on the phone, he needed you to know what had happened, or more like, what hadn’t happened. “Y/N, are you asleep already?” He hoped not, and he let out a breath of relief when he heard your voice from behind the door, quickly opening it and walking in to sit next to you on the bed, smiling proudly when he saw that you were in the process of doing your night time skin treatment. “I know what you’re thinking, but, I promise, pinky promise even, that I did nothing with them.” You looked up at him, laughing quietly before shaking your head. “That’s not what I was thinking at all. I wouldn’t have cared, you do you Asmo.” You went back to rubbing the lotion over your legs, still laughing to yourself, but he didn’t think this was funny at all. He didn’t even know what could have been funny. “Wait. Am I missing something? Did we break up? I don’t remember…” You looked at him, your eyebrows raised and your eyes wide, trying to hold back from laughing even harder. “We were… never together?” His mouth fell open, did you really not know that the two of you were dating? He tried to remember asking you out, but he realized that he never actually did it. He takes a deep breath, finally letting out a small giggle as he places his hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly.
“We’re together now, Y/N. There we go! That’s better, isn’t it? You have nothing to be worried about. I’m all yours!”
Satan
Why he agreed to go to a party was beyond him. Someone must have asked while he was reading and he only agreed to shut them up, that had to be it, because he wasn’t having a good time, at all. The only thing, the only person really, that was keeping him from leaving already, was you. You seemed to be having a good time, and he liked seeing you happy, it made him happy as well. He was about to make his way across the floor to you, getting slightly antsy when he saw two demons come up to you and start talking, and, even though you didn’t seem scared or even bothered by it, he was. The voice, he knew it, and it made him physically cringe when he heard it, hoping that maybe they’d leave him alone, but he could hear that they were drunk and he knew they were coming right at him. Due to him being the Avatar of Wrath, many would think that he would have just blown them off, not really worrying about public image, but it was quite the contrary. Sure, he was annoyed, irritated, and the paper thin shred of patience that he had in the first place had finally completely disappeared, but he was very good at keeping his composure in situations like this. Plus, they were drunk so it would be useless and a waste of his energy to push them away, they’d just come right back to him. His eyes were trained on you the entire time though, and he wanted you to know that nothing was going on. The last thing he needed was an argument over this, so he pointed to the person before twirling his finger next to his temple, basically signing to you from across the room that they were drunk and crazy. Big brain Satan at work. What he wasn’t expecting was for you to give him a thumbs up, visibly laughing before pointing to your wrist and mouthing to him that you were going home. Why were you leaving? Were you upset? He tried to move away from his ex, but they moved with him and he was getting slightly jittery, wanting to follow you and make sure that you weren’t mad at him. “I have to go now.” He said sternly, but then they asked to be walked home and he couldn’t just say no. Well, he could have, but then he’d seem like a bad person and he didn’t want you to think that he was like that. He made it quick, not wasting a second before pulling out his phone and dialing your number, not even waiting for you to speak before he began talking. “You left early. Are you upset with me? I assure you, there was nothing between them and I. I just had to walk them home.” There was silence from your side for a couple seconds before you responded. “I was tired. I don’t know why you’re explaining yourself to me. It’s not like we’re dating or anything. I gotta go to bed now, see you in the morning.” You hung up the phone and he didn’t even know what to think, he wouldn’t have known what to say if you stayed on the line. He got back to the house, going straight to your room and turning on your lights, not really caring that you were already sleeping or that you seemed pissed at the intrusion. “What did you mean when you said we’re not dating? I thought we were. I took you on those dates to the library and the cafe…” He was honestly so confused. Were you using him? He wouldn’t allow that. You rolled your eyes, letting your head fall back on the pillow, groaning quietly. “You never asked, Satan. Assuming doesn’t count.” You were right… he hadn’t asked, but he wasn’t going to waste another second.
“Y/N, I want you to be with me. My life without you would be like an empty book, all paper and no writing. Do you want to be with me?”
Beelzebub
The game had been won, it called for celebration. He was the star player, of course, so that made him the most sought out person in the room. Everyone was hanging on him, circling around him like bees around their hive, and he wasn’t bothered by it, apparently it was normal. He spotted you in the crowd, trying to shimmy through everyone and make your way to him. He excitedly waved to you, trying to meet you somewhere in the middle so you didn’t get trampled on, you looked so small in the sea of people, but he was so happy to see you, and you were the only person he was looking for. He was almost there, just a few more steps and he’d be able to grab you and hug you, and that only made him more excited as well as impatient. He wasn’t expecting for one of the cheerleaders to jump in front of him, not just that, but jump into his arms as well. He instinctively caught them, but once he realized what was going on he looked back to you. His mouth hung open as his mind went through what you might be thinking, but you only smiled, shaking your head and turning back around. Were you crying? He felt awful, terrible. This isn’t what he wanted at all. He wanted to celebrate his big win with you. “I’m sorry, I need to get back home. I’m pretty tired.” He spoke softly to them, setting them down on the ground, catching them before they could stumble over. Of course they were drunk. He didn’t have the heart to leave them alone, not when they weren’t in the right state of mind, but he also didn’t want you to go back home and assume that he was doing anything behind your back. The cheerleader had been an ex of his, and it only made the entire situation seem even worse in his mind, his thoughts were eating away at him. He needed to get home, but he couldn’t leave his ex there, not when they were drunk, someone might take advantage of them, and no one deserves that. “I’m taking you home, alright?” They didn’t even have to ask, he was going home and so were they, and then he would set things straight with you. He dropped them off, making sure they got into their house before sprinting, literally sprinting, back to the house. He knew he would make it there in a matter of minutes, but he didn’t want you to wait that long, so he grabbed his phone from his pocket and called you. “Hey Beel. How’s the party going?” You seemed so calm, which both made him happy and confused at the same time. He’s glad that you’re not upset but… shouldn’t you be just a little bothered that there was another person in his arms? “I’m actually on my way home right now. I didn’t want to be there if you weren’t there too. I wanted to celebrate with my (boy/girl)friend…” He heard the fridge close on your end and then the sound of a chair scraping across the floor before you started talking. “Oh? Who’s that? Was that the person you were holding?” What? Now he was more confused. Were you joking? He didn’t really think it was funny, it actually made him sad. “No…? You are. Aren’t you?” Silence, the silence was the worst part for him. Why were you hesitating? It was a simple question. Yes or no. “I didn’t know it if I was. You never said anything about it. If that’s what you want, I’d like it if you asked straight to my face though.” He ran through the front door, going straight to where you sat in the kitchen, a big smile on his face as soon as he saw you.
“I’m sorry for not asking, Y/N. Would you like to go out with me?”
Belphegor
The fact that he actually got out of bed to go to a party is wild, but once he got there he dragged you to the comfiest surface and laid his head on your lap and somehow managed to fall asleep, even with all the commotion going on around him. “Belphie, I have to use the bathroom.” Not just that, but your legs were falling asleep and you needed to stretch them for a second. He hesitantly lifted his head from your legs, whining quietly because now he was awake and you were leaving. He watched you make your way to the bathroom, making sure you got there without anyone stopping you or talking to you or even looking at you in general. The seat shifted next to him and he side eyed the person, letting out a disgusted groan when he realized who it was. He scooted over a little, trying to get away from them, but they only scooted closer. When you came back from the bathroom he was about to tell you that he didn’t know that person at all, even though they were touching all over him and saying his name, he didn’t know them. He thought you’d be upset, he sure as hell would have been if he came back and saw that, but you only nodded, smiling to the person and then to him. “Cool, you have company. I’m gonna go dance for a bit.” Hold up… that was… that’s not what he wanted. That was the complete opposite of what he wanted. “No no no no!” You were already too far to hear him, he didn’t like that at all, so he moved across the floor until he reached you, becoming more and more annoyed when the person followed behind him. They were like a leach, and he wanted nothing more than to tell them to get away but he didn’t want to cause a scene, not right now at least. “They won’t leave me alone…” He tried to whisper to you, but you only laughed, shaking your head. “You’re going home? I… I can’t hear you!” He heard you clearly though, and he quickly nodded, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the exit. He looked behind him, hoping that the person had been left behind and he’d be able to just go home and fall asleep with you. He almost jumped when he saw the person, not only that, but they were really close. Their speech was slurred and their breath smelt of Demonus as they asked him to walk them home. “Fine. Y/N, are you coming?” Please say yes, please say yes. You looked at him as if he was crazy, snorting quietly and shaking your head. “No thank you. I’m not into that.” You went the other direction, walking back towards the House of Lamentation as his ex dragged him down the street. It took him a bit to figure out what you meant, but about a block away from their house it finally hit him. He pulled his hand away from them, groaning even louder now as he pulled out his phone, calling you quickly as he walked faster, wanting nothing more than to get back to you. He heard you pick up, the sound of your breathing in his ear let him know that you were about to speak, but he wouldn’t let you, not before he said what he needed to say. “I just need you to know that I’m not cheating. I would never do that.” He saw their house coming up, practically pushing them towards it as he turned around, waiting for your response. “Oh… Well that’s… it’s not cheating, Belphie. We’re just friends.” He pulled his phone away from his ear for a second, giving himself a second to let what you said sink in. “Uhm, no we’re not. You’re mine, obviously.” “Yeah, no… you can’t just say that over the phone. You’re gonna have to come back and tell me that.” He hung up, making his way back to the house and storming into your room, pulling you out of your bed and dragging you up to the attic.
“You’re mine, Y/N. Only mine… okay?”
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My second submission for this cursed ask sunday is a brand new fic inspired by the brand new Loki show so if any of you haven't seen it yet be aware that there will be mild spoiler! Is a little midler than the last one because I don't want to scar you completly because I like you :)
Also, there are many many Loki in there because multiverse yay, so I'm going to call them TVA!Loki (our standard Loki), President!Loki (the one "evil" in this story, or maybe perverse is a better description) and Sylvie (Female Loki). Also big warning for self-cest, gang-bang and not-so-implied non-con! Here's the link:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32503954
So, the scene open with TVA!Loki in the floor in what is basically a gang-bang sexual delirium. He is pinned on the floor by a Loki keeping his wrist and whispering obscenity in his hear and two other Lokis keeping his legs spread and someone else is fucking him. TVA!Loki is intersex and have been fucked multiple times by multiples Lokis in all of his holes, even with more than one in one holes at the time (multiple penetration is not my kink but I don't judge). It's said that he is being fucked by fingers, cocks, mouths, tongues, various prosthetics and dildos. Right now there is a prostate massager in his ass. He is naked, his body glistening with sweat, comes and various body fluids. And he is completly out of it, incoherent.
Little intermission where we are told that President!Loki is the one who put him in the situation and also the first one to "fuck" him, albeit the term fuck maybe is not right because President!Loki only jammed his finger in TVA!Loki cunt until he came. Is also pretty clear that TVA!Loki definitly didn't consent to any of this and actually fight against it at the start but not is too tired and delirious to actually understand what is going on. He is positivity drunk on pleasure considering how many times he is being forced to climax, and right on clue someone make him climax again in that moment.
Everyone retreat and a door open. Loki turn to see his friends (Sylvie + a certain Mobious) coming inside. As a reader we are suppose to feel like they have come to save him, but no. Instead a new Loki approach TVA!Loki and start fucking his mouth while President!Loki deliver a little speech about how today every Loki have decide to present themself. Mobious is mortified and try to argue, Sylvie just watch.
TVA!Loki, still out of it, lament that he haven't climax yet and so he isn't ready to go away.
Then the other Lokis ignore TVA!Loki and approach Sylvie and start to undress her and she approach TVA!Loki ready to fuck him. The other Lokis welcome her. The text let us know that Sylvie is jealous anyone else have fucked TVA!Loki before her because his hers.
The fic close with a last thought from TVA!Loki, still incoherent and out of it, about how he can do this for all time, maybe forever.
Like I promised this is a little bit less heavy than the last one, or at least I hope.
-Loki anon
6.5/10 uhhhhhh wow there’s a lot to unpack here. Loki never catches a break and points were added bc this reminded me of the onceler
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