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voidlessmaze · 1 year
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someone telling me the character i love is a murderer:
me:
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uchihaharlot · 2 months
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FOR THE LIFE OF ME COULD NOT GET THIS TO LET ME EDIT IT??!!!! wtf tumblr!
Ok what the hell, this is so gosh darn wholesome and sweet. I am such an old soul (like seriously sorry these songs are so damn old). I included potential songs they would dance to below. Though I am more partial to Billie Holiday’s ‘I’ll Be Seeing You’ — ‘I don’t want to set the world on fire’ by The Ink Spots is really on par for an Uchiha. I know you said party, but this is now the festival of romance. Lol.
N/SFW(?? Super suggestive); pining; down bad simpy boy Shisui who can’t keep his eyes or hands off you.
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• Ok so, my king. Shisui, is such a suave guy. Hears this girl laughing out with some friends at the spring Festival of Romance. He’s not entirely new to the scene, but the night has been overwhelming. Lots of grabby girls trying to capture one of Konoha’s most eligible bachelors. He’d really only came for the food and drinks.
• Target acquired, oops. Red spun pearls dial in when he hears this girl laugh before he actually sees her — it didn’t help that she was drop dead gorgeous either. It wasn’t even her looks that caught his attention first, it was the sweet little melodic wisp of her laugh/hum.
• Super down bad from the go. Basically is sharingan fucking her from a distance, respectfully, secretly. The man just likes what he sees, and he wants a before and after image of their first encounter. Sike, he’s just that shameless.
• Has no issue walking right up to her group of friends to address his desires. Shisui would say something extremely corny while still making it sound good, ‘You know what you'd look beautiful in? My arms.’
• Doesn’t even wait for the silly oneliner to register before he swoops her up to the dance floor, lol. Poor girl is just like system crash.exe.
• Doesn’t even need to try, this girl is besotted and honestly, a little caught off guard by his advances. Shisui normally thinks rationally, so he’ll apologize for stealing her so abruptly from her friends but, like, ‘If you let me borrow a kiss, I promise I'll give it right back.’
• 🫣🫠 She doesn’t even know how to respond to that, he is just so bold. Will turn her cheek shyly which just has Shisui smiling the full width of his mouth. She’s in just as deep as he is.
• But when she looks back up at him, oh man. His lips are a hairsbreadth away, and that’s when she is caught in his vision. Inoperable, he won’t coerce her, consent is king but if she closes her eyes.
• Shisui will feather his lips to hers and reel her a little closer. The music sounds muffled over the sound of her capillaries expanding and rushing blood through her ears. Ah fuck, when did his hand end up at that small of her back. He won’t overtly take advantage of the situation, but part of him really is tempted to.
• Shisui lovingly places his hands in all the right spots, appropriate for public, inappropriate for strangers. Wholly hot and scandalous.
• There are a plethora of people surrounding them, so Shisui will bring her closer than close, basically his mouth to her ear as she guides them across the dance floor. She’s incredibly sweet but quiet when they whisper between one another. They’ll end up spending majority of the night out dancing — probably the last people to leave. With her head on his shoulder, Shisui is blissed out by her presence.
• Shisui is a gentleman, he’ll offer to ‘walk’ her home. Surprise Shunshin before he even considers if she has a sensitive stomach. It will catch her off guard and surprisingly makes her curse, ‘fuck me’ out of exasperation under her breath.
• To which Shisui would quip, ‘don’t mind if I do.’
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galaxygirl8880 · 1 year
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Okay, get this.
Along with the Thames being descendants of the hunters, (or something like that I don't remember sue me) in their bloodline there were some people who's emotions would show physically. It didn't hit every generation and it wasn't really predictable.
And by that I mean if someone of Thames blood got too excited or sad or anxious, any emotion, it would show.
In their records, there was one girl who if she got too upset by something, the winds around her would start getting aggressive and cause lots of destruction.
They are closest to nature so naturally that's what their emotions will respond to. Usually it wouldn't effect other emotions, just one or two. So if someone who got too anxious caused plants to form everywhere, nothing would happen if they were happy and excited.
I'm hoping you understand where I'm going with this ;-;
Their curse luckily skipped jour, but it became obvious that it didn't with cale once the frustrated toddler set the couch on fire when told that his father was busy and couldn't see him yet.
And jour was so so lucky when the maid that told them left quickly enough that she didn't see anything. But she wasn't fireproof so trying to comfort him was a struggle. In the end, her dress was a bit burnt and there was soot all over her hands and face-
Her son panicked and started crying, ending all of the fire.
As much as jour hated it, Cale was forced to grow up being extremely cautious when angry. It accidentally led to him shoving his anger down and pretending like he was fine. Because most people won't react positively when if you get too angry over something you accidentally set the curtains on fire.
Deruth made sure to tell Cale that he wouldn't get treated any different, that he wasn't a monster and that he still loved him. (Later, Cale would think back and say that Deruth was a liar.)
The day he found out his mother died was the day the ice developed. This time he didn't tell anyone.
Onto cale's regression-
There's combinations of Og!Cale and Krs, right? Where Krs actually gets reborn as Cale and the story progresses like that or something-
I want that but it's switched. Og!Cale on his first life living in the 20 year long war and trauma, then he gets reborn as Krs and omg a new opportunity at life where he won't have to act like he hates everyone AND loving parents?? Sike, more trauma.
As much as the war and apocalypse dulled his anger issues, they are still there but he's just a really good actor. Okay so he reads TBOAH and is fucking creeped out (slightly offended at his description in the story doesn't matter if it's slightly true-) and he's asleep and back to being Cale.
At first, he's confused. After sending Ron to get him water he proceeds to panic in the bathroom. He's terrified. What's happening? Why is he back here again? This is exactly what he wanted to get away from. All rational thought leaves his brain as he proceeds to freeze over the bathroom.
"Young Master are you alright in there?"
Right, not the time to panic he can do that later.
Time to put on a show.
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Basen actually saw Cale get angry enough for that one noble kid's jacket to set on fire.
He was surprised because there was seemingly no way for that to have happened, then he saw a little flame on Cale's boot and panicked. Hastily stepping on it to put it out because Cale just protected him he didn't want him to be hurt.
Basen saw this fleeting look of fear in his eyes until it was gone and Cale delivered those words he still keeps close to heart even after all these years.
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I could probably expand on this a bit more :>
Oddly enough I think this is one of my favorites
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crazybutgood · 4 months
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20 fic writer questions~
I'm procrastinating and feverish and in pain, so I figured I'd distract myself and finally do this,, thanks for the tag lovelies @the-francakes (x) @lumosatnight (x) and @orange-peony (x)
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
44 including origami, fics, a mixture of those (all mine and also collabs), and podfics
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
Noo this would be a bitch to calculate
3. What fandoms do you write for?
I used to write for the HP fandom
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
You Light Me Up
I Just Want You to Know (collab with @sugareey-makes-stuff)
Language of Love
[FIC & ART] Heart on Your Sleeve
Kuch Meetha Ho Jaaye
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I try!! But I often fail. Reasons: Partially sometimes I get overwhelmed and/or am too shy and dk what to say, but mostly it's because I am so so incredibly burned out
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Damn,, idt I have one. I do HEAs! At least in fics, and so far
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
All are happy I think,, and omg how does one quantify and compare happiness?
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not yet
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Nope! Like reading it, actually incapable of writing it
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
I haven't! Idk if I will! There is one published novel one that I want to read tho omg ;-; ok sorry going off track
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I sure hope not :') But to my knowledge no
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yeah with Krissy! Linked in question 4. We didn't even know it was each other haha cos it was an anonymous epistolary exchange but ye it was fun
14. What’s your all time favourite ship?
Don't ask me that!! There's lots of ships to love, and idh the same ride or die (or any, tbh) feeling for my previously main one anymore. Goes to show that it just changes with time (maybe this current answer will too!)
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
SIKE I don't start things I know I won't finish (involves an elaborate planning procedure, ask @getawayfox ) and once I start them I push through it even if I have to drag myself crying (I'm insane I know)
16. What are your writing strengths?
I love writing dialogue, and some people have told me it's nice, so I shall go with that!
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Ohh loads I reckon,, I'm going to stick to sharing run on sentences and can't write long plots. Cos I have to do lots of academic writing and copywriting, and that's going pretty steady, so idw to break that and spiral by thinking too much about this :') esp cos idh much time and energy to write fiction rn
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
Yes if done right! Like you do things to make sure you don't throw off those who don't know that language and like make it part of the flow. And/Or footnotes! I've done dialogue in Hindi in my fics, and I've written an entire one in a script play format in Hindi too for @curlyy-hair-dont-care
19. First fandom you wrote for?
HP
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
Listen :') I have mixed feelings about my writing, so I genuinely can't answer this
Tagging @andithiel @curlyy-hair-dont-care if you wanna do this, and anyone else who hasn't and wants to as well!!
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mrsaguapapi · 1 year
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Ch 1  Ch 2  Ch 3  Ch 4  Ch 5  Ch 6  Ch 7  Ch 8  Ch 9  Ch 10  Ch 11 Ch 12
Chapter 13
Unconditional Commitment
The Vibe:
The Last Artful, Dodgr - Hot (Lyrics)
We end up in the tub covered in hot water and bubbles. Namor is sitting rubbing my ass and back while I lay on his chest listening to his heartbeat.
I could get used to this
"I Could get used to this" Namor says
Surprised I sit up straddling him, "Did you just read my mind?"
He chuckles, "No, but it's great to hear you feel the same." I smile at him blushing, "Turn around, Let me wash your back" he says
I do as he asks and turns around allowing him access to my back. He lathers up some soap in my loofa and gently washes my back eventually stopping to give me a small massage, "mm thank you, I'm loving all this aftercare." I say letting myself relax "You treat me like a princess."
"I'd treat you like a queen if you'd allow it." He quickly says
"Was that a proposal?" I jokingly asked a little shocked
"Yes" he nonchalantly says causing me to turn around in his lap confused
"Are you serious?" I asked baffled
"Always"
"Even after all that drama tonight?" I nervously laugh, "Also you barely know me"
"Marriage is a journey. Marry me now and I have a lifetime to get to know you," he says shrugging
Unable to respond to that, I just look at him bewildered
He continues, "I have lived for a long time and I'm an excellent judge of character. You are kind, caring, strong, intelligent, and sexy; the list goes on. I would be so lucky to be with you."
Without really thinking I just blurt out, "What if I choose-" I begin but stop myself
"Go on"
"What if I choose him" referring to bucky
Without skipping a beat he says, "We live forever, he does not" he smirks to himself, "Choose him now and I'll just wait for you when you're ready."
"You make it sound so simple"
"Matters of the heart are simple. Hear me when I say I love you, I want to be with you, I want you to have my children and I want my people to call you Queen just as they call me King."
I look at him waiting for him to take it back
Say sike right now
We sit in silence for a while.
Bucky will break my heart again. Whether he'll leave me again or die; our relationship will end in painful tears. I know this much is true. With Namor, there's excitement, devotion, commitment, and unconditional love. He loves me. Let that sink in...
I love bucky but it hurts to love him. As much as I tell myself it's too early and too fast; I love Namor too. With him it's clear, it's easy.
My twin flame...
"Okay," I say
"Okay?" he questions
"Okay." I laugh, "I'm not that easy though, You will have to propose better than that at a WAYYY later date."
"You'll have me?" he asks excitedly
"I'll have you." I smile shaking my head, "Can we take it a little slow though? We have to take care of a few things first; I've got to talk to bucky obviously, I still have to figure out my witchy past, and you have to take me to Talokan to meet your people"
Before I could continue overanalyzing everything Namor pulls me into a long slow kiss; wrapping my arms around him I allow myself to relax in his embrace, "I can't wait to take you to my people, they will love you almost as much as I do." He says continuing to kiss me
I feel his growing erection under me rubbing my slit. I grab his dick and slowly jerk him causing his breath to hitch from my touch. I position over him and slowly slide myself down on his thick dick and fully sit smacking my ass to his thighs. He holds on to my waist and kisses me as I begin to bounce on him. This position is hitting my sweet spot causing me to whip my head back and arch my back.
Taking the opportunity of my exposed chest, he slips one of my nipples in his mouth and begins to thrust back causing my ass to clap.
We were sloppy and sweating, all we could think about was making each other feel good. We're both tired and won't last very long but that didn't mean this time wasn't very good. I lift my head to look at him and am surprised I find him looking back at me watching my every move.
He tried to say something, but it got stifled by his moans, "I know baby" I say already feeling myself unravel so close to cumming, "Cum with my love" I plead
He hugs me tight and burry his head to my chest letting himself enjoy me ride him. He grabs my ass helping me slam down on his dick giving me what I need to reach my climax and he follows right behind cursing and grunting as he cums.
Catching his breath he says, "Your ass" He double-hand smacks me "Is amazing"
I laugh, "Oh I know. She's my money maker." I Joke as I yawn "Ko'oten in ajawo', chital tin wéetel 'Come my king, lay down with me "
"Bix ka ts'íiboltik in yaakunaj 'as you wish my love' " He says getting up and leading us to bed.
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mrs-shelbysolomons · 2 years
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Do You Think It's Easy? - Michael Gray x OC
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Plot: Thea Sikes had been previously engaged to the infamous, Michael Gray before he was forced off to America due to the Vendetta of the Italians. However, she was left pregnant and a few months later, without a fiancee. Now, Michael has returned however with a new pregnant wife on his arm.
Inspired by Season 2 of Friends (where Ross with Julie and he discovers Rachel's feelings for him.)
disclaimers; swearing and angst.
“We got the books.”
“Oh, that’s…” Thea trailed off, unaware of what to say to Michael’s comment, as she stood there in front of him, tea towel in hand from cleaning up after their daughter. “…interesting.”
“No. Its not interesting, okay?” Michael responded, shaking his head back at her. “Its very very not interesting, Theadora.”
Oh, did Michael strike a nerve there. She never let anyone speak to her if they were planning on using her full name. She hated it as it reminded her of the mother that long abandoned her hence going her nickname instead.
“I got it, Michael!” Thea interrupted, raising a hand to stop the boy from going on any further.
“You had no right to tell you that you still kept feelings!” He snapped back, pointing a shaking finger in the direction of the young mother.
“What?”
“I’m doing brilliant with Gina! Didn’t you hear that we’re fucking married and she’s got one in- “
“Do want a fucking medal?” Thea yelled back, thanking the Gods that Polly was keeping her daughter for the night. “Can’t you see that she’s bloody using you!?”
Michael refused to listen to the accusations (which were probably true) as they didn’t matter to him, at this point in time. “Whatever, just I was doing well with Gina before I found out about you!”
“Hey, I was doing great before I found about you!” Thea snapped back, the tear ducts threatening to break. “You think it’s easy for me to see you with Gina?”
“Well then, you should’ve said something while you had the chance!” He cried back, bringing his hands to run through his gelled curly hair.
“You refused to answer your fucking phone!” Thea was becoming overwhelmed. Hearing those words come out of Michael was much too unlike him. Much different to the boy she fell in love with, all those years back. “How come you didn’t do that!?”
“There was a never a good time!”
“Oh, that makes perfect sense!” She smiled sarcastically, waving her arms around. “You only had a year, and you were sulking in your penthouse all night!”
“How did you—”
“Your mother told me.”
“It wasn’t every night.” Michael responded in a firm stone, his brown eyes glaring back into her green ones. “And it’s not like I didn’t try, Thea, but things got in the way! Like the Italians and Gypsy boys!”
He was referring to her brief fancy with Bonnie Gold, Thomas Shelby’s other kestrel. He couldn’t blame her on the inside. She was on her own, especially due to John’s death and Esme taking off with the kids. Polly was there, as was Arthur and Aberama, but they felt more of parents to her rather than someone she could fling around with.
“Hey! There was only one Gypsy boy!” Thea reminded, pointing her finger back at him. “I’d show him some fucking respect considering he convinced his family to let you travel with him to avoid your fucking death. Do you even have a point, Michael!?”
Michael stepped closer, the gap becoming them now mere centimeters as the tension increased. “The point is, I don’t need this right now. It’s too late.”
“So, you’re just going to put away your feeling or whatever the bloody hell that was?” Thea sniffed, the tears spilling out as she trying to hide them back; refusing to let Michael see her ever so vulnerable.
“Hey, I’ve doing it since for five years, I’ve gotten pretty fucking good at it.” He hissed, his face inching slightly closer, his view was fixated on the wet red cheeks of hers.
“Alright, fine, you go ahead and do that, Michael!” Thea ordered, pushing his chest as she held out her arm, moving him closer to her front door.
“Fine! Fine!”
“I don’t need this!”
Michael followed her request, not even shutting the door, just walking straight out as Thea ran up to the door, stepping out to shut it herself.
“And you know what!?” She yelled, so he could hear. “Now, I got closure!”
With that sentence, she slammed the door, refusing to look back at her once lover, walk down the cobbled streets of Watery Lane. Collapsing on the front step of the staircase, she let the tears dance freely down her pale cheeks.
Her memory became clouded of old memories of the two. The oldest one being of when she first made eye-contact with him in Polly’s old kitchen after he was finally reunited with his mother, thanks to Thomas Shelby. She never thought someone to be so handsome as Michael did in that moment. He wasn’t a Peaky Blinder then. He was a country boy with a true heart and a bold love for horses, especially bay-mares.
However now, it was all corrupted. He no longer had that look of astonishment in his eye whenever they caught each other’s gaze but rather a look of despair and victim as hers was full of shame and worry once she saw Gina approach him, the stupid little smirk playing on her lips.
‘This was silly’ she thought. Realizing she needed her rest, she brushed down her dress, as to avoid any reminders of her crying and went to lock the door however was interrupted by a rather violent knock.
It wouldn’t be Polly, after all she had the baby. Arthur would be at the Garrison or flat out in his armchair, which Thea wished she could be there to look after him. Aberama? He never visited through the night, knowing sleep was the love of her life currently.
Her hand grasped the doorknob, carefully pulling the wood open to see who was frantically asking after her.
Michael.
The two refused to move. Just staring back at each other.
He was soaking wet from the heaving rain and yet he remained adamant to stay in his spot, taking in her appearance, fearing it would be the last time they would lay eyes on one another.
Taking his shot, he stepped a polished shoe forwards towards the entrance of the house of Watery Lane and cupped the two cheeks as he connected their lips as quickly as he could.
Thea gasped at his action however kissing him back as if it was her source of life. Reaching her arms around his back to cradle him close; from what she had seen of Gina, this type of passion was hardly welcomed in his new life.
Michael kept his lips locked onto hers, wanting to live in said moment rather than sulk back to his wife however he knew of Thea’s morality. She relied upon it like Polly relied on God itself. As Thea, brought her hands to rummage through the gelled hair, not seeming to give a flying fuck whether it was messy or not, Michael smiled into the kiss lightly, pulling her closer with the grip he had on her.
Despite her determination to carry on, Thea pulled away, giving herself the chance to stare back at the country boy (now turned Gangster). She ran a soft finger over the now puffed lips while all he could do was melt at the sight of her worrying eyes, soaking every inch of his thoughts.
“Its always been you, Thea.”
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nobodywritingao3 · 28 days
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i feel kind of sick making this post so please excuse me if i sound like a rambling mess. i am not the type of person to talk in detail about my life in online places cuz i live in fear of this getting back to my abuser but shubble's story punched all my most sensitive spots and i want to talk about it
(really long sensitive post)
ive gotten kind messages from people that i havent responded to. the idea of responding to people individually kind of makes me feel sick. so im doing this instead. and im also going to vent really hard because i am not doing well and talking about this to my therapist is soul crushingly embarrassing because wilbur soot is a minecraft man and im a freshly turned 20 year old who pays rent and is respected by my therapist and i dont want to admit that i wrote fanfic about a 30 year old white boy i discovered in quarantine when i was 15. can you imagine that conversation? id have to explain what the dream smp is.
when i watched shubble's video for the first time, i was in total disbelief. i couldnt believe that wilbur soot had done these things but i knew that the liklihood of it being anyone else was pretty low. i chose to hope that the story was not about him, and that if it was that he was a reformed abuser who had reorganized his value system and respected his partners now. i had a lot expectations. then he released his statement and i was horrified. i was disappointed and kind of in denial. his statement was worse than anything i had prepared for as 'worst case scenario.' as time has passed my denial has mostly dulled but im ashamed and im embarassed and im badly triggered.
i kind of hysertically hoped that it was a sick prank that shubble and wilbur cooked up and would get horribly cancelled for, but its not a prank, theres no "haha sike" moment, and wilbur abused shelby.
his response undid me because i saw so much of my own abuse in the words he used.
abusers are really good at making people take a centrist "two sides to every story" stance. i dont know how to describe this to people who have never been abused, but i will do my best
most people are taught that when theres an argument between two people, both parties carry some amount of blame and if you want to resolve that issue, it's a good idea to look at your part in the dynamic. we're also taught to keep our disagreements between ourselves and to not involve other people in our drama.
these are sensible sentiments, but abusers are very good at manipulating these sentiments.
when a victim speaks up for themselves and they call someone an abuser, what they are saying is: "this person cruelly bullied me and hurt me and exerted control over me that i did not deserve or ask for or elicit."
that's a heavy accusation and it contradicts sentiments we are taught like "it takes two to tango" and "dont involve others with your relationship drama."
many abusers are charismatic people. id even say most. when you hear this accusation about someone you think is really cool, your natural instinct is to ask for their side of the story.
they will tell you some version of this:
"i am shocked and hurt that she would call me an abuser. we've been having relationship problems recently, and sometimes i lose my temper. im not proud of that. ive done a lot of things im not proud of. it's true that i did [insert played down act of violence] to her, but you wouldnt believe the horrible things she was saying to me. i lost control, and im so ashamed of myself."
this version of events makes the abuser seem reasonable, it makes the victim seem irrational and quick to blame and hysterical
from here, a lot of people will nod thoughtfully and go. "yeah. yeah. that makes sense. everyone has a unique perspective. the fact that shes attributing all the blame to him without recognizing her own flaws and contributions to the relationship while he does shows that hes the reasonable one here. hes such a chill guy. the things shes saying dont make sense at all. i probably wont say it to her face, but i think shes in the wrong."
wilbur's response hit all the beats im familiar with. it was so in line with everything my abuser used against me, and in line with what ive heard other victims say their abusers used against them, and in line with examples ive read and witnessed and had countless psychiatrists walk me through that reading it was like getting hit by a train.
the hope that i carried with me through that week was that wilbur was a reformed abuser. but reading that response gave me the gut wrenching confirmation that he wasnt.
thinking about it too much literally makes me sick and shaky in a way i havent experienced since my own abuser tracked me down the first time and gave me a beautifully wrapped gift. with my abuser, i had several years trapped with him where all the love i felt for him disappeared and was replaced by total hatred for everything he put me through. i wasnt expecting this from wilbur at all, and i feel fucking sick because this was a man i sincerely admired and looked up to a lot. i really liked wilbur soot. he released that response and this image in my head that i had of him was tainted by the memories of my abuser.
im reminded of one event several years ago where i was choked. i tried to ask for help but everyone who knew immediately reached out to him and asked for "his side of the story." i dont want to talk about what he did to me after that. all that matters is that in the end, no one believed me. everyone took his side over mine and insisted that i was lying or exaggerating or trying to get attention or trying to make him look bad. people who i loved and thought would always be there for me sent me paragraph long text messages calling me a bitch and a cunt. the person i loved the most in the world told me that i was out of line and said point blank that they were sorry, but couldnt believe me over the person who choked me. i had never felt so alone.
ive been having a rough time. i confided in a friend who is trying to escape his abusive husband, and he gently told me that this might mean i have "a type," meaning im naturally drawn to people who are abusive. after i escaped, i took a lot of solace in the fact that i was inspired so much by wilbur soot. i thought he was progressive and stood up for womens rights and was anti bigotry and all those lovely good things. this man i admired so much was the image of healthy, nonviolent, kind masculinity. finding out he isnt has made me question myself and my own judgment and it's making me wonder if the people i let in my life and the people im drawn to are people who i subconsciously know will hurt me.
as of now, its been a year and a half since i escaped my abusive family at 18 years old. i turned 20 like half a second ago. the past 18 months of my life have been devoted to looking into legal protection, getting therapy to undo nearly 2 decades worth of ptsd, trying to keep all my baggage to myself because i dont want to burden my friends anymore than i have, and holding down a steady job so that i can afford rent without having to rely on the parents of my friends to house and feed me and keep my location secret from an insane group of people who reeeeally want me to come back even tho im pretty sure one of them might """""accidentally"""" kill me one day
i feel ashamed and embarrassed by being this affected by wilbur soot. parasocial relationships are looked down upon and i feel like the perfect stereotype of a hysterical, delusional teenager / young lady finding out that her hero is "a flawed human being, just like you and me - seriously, what did you expect?!"
i already see people jumping to his defense, although i try to look away because that is also extremely triggering for me.
it is hard not to acknowledge wilbur's humanity, and i want to clarify that i do feel compassion for the amount of death threats, doxing, and isolation he is undoubtedly experiencing right now. no matter what you do, i dont believe that retributive justice or revenge is a proactive, sane response. i am sincerely worried that he will either try to kill himself as a last ditch attempt for sympathy OR that he will actually just kill himself from the public shaming. i do not want him to experience a mental health crisis and i do not want him to die, even tho he has horribly disappointed me and reminded me of so many bad things
this was kind of an insane post. im ready for it to get 1 note and then experience a horrifying amount of embarrassment as i realize that people read this and know disgusting amounts about me as a person, but i want to share my experience as someone who has been abused. i want to offer solace to people who are in the same boat and possibly reach someone who might have otherwise believed wilbur was telling the truth.
i want to end this post on a positive note, so im going to share some naive hope ive been repeating to myself for the past few days
i hope that people believe shubble. i hope she finds comfort and compassion and healing. i hope she can internalize that what happened to her was not her fault. i hope she lives a happy life surrounded by people who see her and care about her
i hope that the people close to wilbur make him confront this side of himself. i hope he fixes his abuse problem and reorganizes his values. i hope his network of people is strong enough not to abandon him entirely but to intervene and make him work on himself. i hope he stays alive and i hope that he becomes an advocate for abused women
this was cheesy and unrealistic but ive been sending my hope into the universe and trying not to shut down because i dont know what else to do and my two hours of government issued weekly ptsd therapy is already devoted to the horrible things i experienced firsthand
anyway
as far as my fanfiction goes???? i dont fucking know.
im not going to delete it. im definitely taking a break and at least stepping into a pause so i can properly reflect on what to do in the meantime. as a musician and writer and creative in general, i was inspired by many aspects of wilbur soot for years and i need a second to chill out and get a hold of myself
maybe ill complete my work. if i do ill upload the finished products in one go and probably orphan them. and maybe delete my ao3 account. god knows at this point
i am still cringing so hard at myself for making this post. it's very emotional and i try to sell myself as serious, intellectual person. maybe this post will be received great or badly or just be ignored. in any case ill be embarrassed so it doesnt really matter how anyone feels about me after this. if you took the time to read, thank you for hearing me out. and if you didnt, im glad that i got a little catharsis
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dvilkings · 2 years
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DREAMNOTFOUND
Silver and Gold {series}
The Treasures of Your Seas }{ 6/6 chapters }{ 48.8k words }{ Explicit }{ Season One
"I need to find a man before they do.”
“Who are they?”
“Pirates.”
Dream is a pirate with a vengeance, and George is a prince with a secret.
No Rest for the Wicked }{ 4/? chapters }{ 22.1k words }{ Mature }{ Season Two
“My future is but a dream, madam. I’m afraid it must stay that way.”
“Dreams were meant to be captured, lest they become nightmares. You’d best remember that, before it’s too late.”
All good stories begin with Once Upon a Time.
The World is Still the Same }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 1.9k words }{ General Audiences
It's just another beautiful day aboard Ender's Eye, and Dream's friends are fighting again.
Start of Time }{ 3/6 chapters }{ 20.2k words }{ 
Since being given the crown, George wants to be the best king the server deserves. He wants everyone to be happy and healthy and safe.
Dream wants the same, and finds that he will do anything in his power to make it happen.
~ A DSMP retelling from Dream and George's perspectives
[ unfinished, dsmp lore related, angst ]
Pull On My Hair, Call Me Pretty }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 2.6k words }{ Mature
“What did I say about moving?”
“Ngh–” George moaned out, eyes fluttering. Dream drummed fingers on the side of his neck, against his pulse. He sighed out as much as he could with his breathing being cut short.
“Huh?” Dream questioned again.
Dream gives George a haircut and pulls on his hair and George likes it. Based on George's haircut stream
[ based on george’s haircut stream, based on irl situations ]
Like You Do }{ 2/2 chapters }{ 17.9k words }{ Mature
George let out a breath, plan already devolving in his head as he looked at his best friend.
Best friend, that’s it. This is fine. Just ask him, you idiot! George siked himself up before he blurted: “Wannapracticewithme?”
Dream was already sputtering, “W-w-what? The fuck did you just say?”
George is in love with someone else, but he's never kissed anyone before. So he asks Dream to help him.
[ a dnf practice kissing au; some angst, some smut, some fluff ]
kiss me under the mistletoe }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 2.8k words }{ General Audiences
“Why do you care?” George asked, gesturing with the mistletoe.
Dream shrugged, eyes flicking between the plant and George’s face. “It was never used, so it has no memories tied to it. No meaning. So why keep it.”
George shrugged in turn. “Never know, I might pull it out when someone least expects it, so they have to kiss me. Or something.”
Dream put up mistletoe for apparently no other reason than as a Christmas decoration. George is expecting something more.
[ pure fluff, winter holiday fic ]
just for new year’s eve }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 3.8k words }{ General Audiences
“George?” Dream’s voice was gentle, caressing George back to waking. He hummed his presence. “I would.”
“You would what?”
“Kiss you. If you were here.”
Dream said he would kiss George on New Year's Eve. If only he was in Florida to do so.
[ hint of angst, pure fluff, new year’s eve fic ]
the sounds you make }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 4.5k words }{ Explicit
“Dream,” George sighed, head tilting back as warm lips pressed against his neck. “What are we doing here?”
One of Dream’s hands rose and skimmed over a nipple. George puffed out air in surprise, twitching beneath wandering hands. “I wanted to hear the kinds of sounds you can make.”
Dream is a singer and George catches his fancy.
The Poppy King }{ 1/? chapters }{ 3.3k words }{ Mature
Sunrise bloomed golden flowers into the night sky. A painting in the making of beginnings and hopes and sweet dreams awakening. And there, a dying star, blinking into a world of darkness, sat a king on a bed of poppies. Blood reds and forest greens twisting sun kissed skin. A man, lonely and abandoned, fighting for his life.
The kingdom is ruled by a quiet and lonely king with a mask of arrogance and fury. Some say his reign is torture, some say it must come to an end. George is given the weapon to make this choice to save a kingdom, or save a king.
[ unfinished, Dream and George DSMP role reversal, with a twist ]
Of Monsters and Men }{ 3/? chapters }{ 9.7k words }{ Mature
The gods of the SMP ruled in a time where everything was new and everything was innocent. XD was given breath to create more life, and HD was given the teeth to take it away. They were opposite ends of the poems, and tethered by their veins. It was tedious, but they had peace. Then new fueds arose, and war began to brew. They'll know what loss tastes like, what weakness feels when the darkness' End comes for them all.
The tragic backstory to the gods of the SMP.
[ unfinished, angst , dsmp lore ]
the fortnite date }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 3.2k words }{ General Audiences
A part of him wanted to turn the radio off, let them fall into coincidental silence rather than sit and listen to the song attached to the imaginative couple of them.
But...
“Stay! Stay here,” Dream laughed. “Wait until it’s over.”
The day Heatwaves played in Dream and George's Fortnite game.
[ pure fluff, based on irl situation ]
as time moves }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 7k words }{ Teen +
“I thought he was hiding you away. He was keeping you from mom, wasn’t he?”
George snorted. “He thinks she’s going to take me from him.”
“Yeah, well, Clay is protective of you. It could be anyone, and he would keep you locked away in the car.”
George guffawed, shifting and folding a leg beneath him to look up at the blonde easier. “He’s just an idiot.”
Dream and George have been living together for seven years, and time moves without notice sometimes. So do memories, and feelings.
[ hints of angst, mainly fluff, aged up ]
the time it takes }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 4.3k words }{ Explicit
“Please take me home, Dream.”
It was ten seconds before that signature smirk glistened into place on Dream’s lips and he angled his head so George had no choice but to look into his boyfriend’s eyes, or close them completely.
“Why.”
“I…y-you know why,” George finally grunted out at the lazy turned smile on Dream’s face.
Dream and George spend their first Valentine's Day together completely enamored with each other.
[ pure fluff, smut, valentine’s day fic ]
your comfort, your pain }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 3.9k words }{ Explicit
“What do you think you’re doing?” Dream asked.
“I- um-”
“Have you been stealing my clothes?”
Maybe tonight would be the night to try those tricks he kept locked tight in his closet.
This time, Dream let the smirk show.
George has been stealing Dream's clothes, so he decides to punish his boyfriend.
DWT Writer's Whore Week Day 6: BDSM
[ pure smut, slight bdsm ]
don’t you hesitate }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 4k words }{ Teen +
“It’s not just horny couples, okay? It can be two friends just joking around.”
“And kissing each other,” Dream deadpanned.
“It’s called the ‘try not to kiss challenge’ for a reason, idiot.”
Dream and George try a famed TikTok trend.
talk it up like }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 5.2k words }{ Teen +
“Go away. While I’m still being nice.”
“Ah, this you being nice? I’d hate to get on your mean side.” It was pushing all the delicate boundaries between them. “Come on, sweetheart. Curse me out. I know you want to.”
“I told you to go away, Dream.” His voice gritted out between his teeth, lips curling up like a menacing kitten. Dream cocked his head, and caught sight of the impossibly darkened brown eyes.
“Or what?"
Dream is the bad boy, and George is the tennis player.
our life is a hallmark movie }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 2k words }{ General Audiences
George is cut off by his surprise. Because there is a man standing at his door.
"D-Dream?"
George is left alone in London, again, but sometimes Hallmark movie moments happen.
trial date }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 4.2k words }{ General Audiences
“What do you mean trial date?” George pressed.
“I mean trial date. Like, let’s go on a date. Pretend like we’re dating. Hm? We talked about…us, at one point. Then went on that Minecraft date. It’s– like, we can’t knock it ‘til we try it, right?”
George has never been on a date. Dream decides to change that.
Bubble Bomb Lovin’ }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 4.1k words }{ Explicit
“I’ll do whatever you want before bed, if you get out of this water.”
A dramatic huff. And then a sudden shivering glint in frigid turned eyes.
Dream comes home to find George taking a bath, and gets more than he bargained for.
to fly }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 932 words }{ General Audiences
What do I think it’s like to fly?
A DNF short story
KARLNAP
The Muse }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 1.7k words }{ General Audiences
“I’m Sapnap–”
“Karl.”
“I know.”
Karl is a photographer, and Sapnap is his unwitting muse.
DREAM TEAM
Run to You }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 572 words }{ General Audiences
The camera was pulled away, light shining bright before focusing on a body, then two. A third pair of feet joined the frame.
"You're filming this?" George laughed.
"I had too! I told you I would," Dream's smile could be heard behind the camera.
"Gogy!"
The Dream Team finally meet up and film it
by your side }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 1.3k words }{ General Audiences
Dream couldn’t help the quiver of his lips, begging to stretch in a smile.
“Can I turn a light on?”
Sometimes it's dark, and sometimes your light comes to you.
DREAM SMP
The Untolds from the SMP {series}
the sleeping prince }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 1.4k words }{ General Audiences
george, the sleeping prince of kinoko kingdom, blessed and cursed by the gods.
the phoenix left behind }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 2.1k words }{ General Audiences
sapnap, the fireborn phoenix left behind and forgotten, cursing gods and blaming the universe.
the forgotten soldier }{ 1/1 chapters }{ 1.8k words }{ Teen +
punz, the forgotten and lonely soldier, always wanting and never finding peace.
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shivvroys · 5 months
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20 author questions
tagged by @harrietdyker <3333
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
11 (and a secret 12th one on fanfiction.net)
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
almost 73k!
3. What fandoms do you write for?
since i’ve taken up writing again i’ve only written for succession, but i also have one fic each for oitnb, agent carter, orphan black and warehouse 13
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
flirting over dead bodies (when else am i going to do it?) - post-finale carterwood, i still dream of rewatching agent carter so i can finish her sometimes 😔
beneath the underdog - post-finale shivlina, probably my magnum opus lmao, she’s very special to me <33
wouldn’t you love to love her - nichorello angst, takes place after nicki got sent to max, i’m scared of rereading it bc i wrote that eight years ago 😭😭
the cost of our desired wrongs - shivlina oneshot that takes place during ‘too much birthday’, karolina having a panic attack is something very personal to me <33
likeness has made them animal and shy - this is a weird Shiv study I tried to do through Roman’s POV, i abandoned it bc i didn’t like it that much and bc i posted it without having a strong concept for it to begin with. But the poem it was inspired by (The Twins by Karl Shapiro) is amazing!!
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
i try to but i suck at commenting or replying :((( if i ever liked someone’s fic or if someone commented on one of mine and i didn’t comment or reply back just know i was very much losing my mind over it!!
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
that one warehouse 13 fic i did when i was 14 😭😭
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
i haven’t posted it on ao3 but maybe this prompt fill? idk most of them have endings that are not necessarily happy, but more so hopeful
8. Do you get hate on fics?
i never took it as hate, but that one WH13 fic got a couple of comments warning me to tag character deaths in my fics 😭😭 they were very nice about it, though (and i did very much kill off the MAIN character in it)
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
not really, i’ll do some suggestive bits here and there, but i mostly gloss over sex scenes bc i don’t have a good grasp of that vocabulary
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
it’s not really a crossover, but i recently wrote a shivlina severance au
11. Have you ever had a fiction stolen?
hopefully not 😭
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
nope, not that i know of
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
no, i’m very much still new to writing, so i honestly don’t even know how co-writing works 😭
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
oh god…i’ll just say shivlina bc i love writing for them, but there are A Lot of ships i’ve lost my mind over
15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
btu SIKE!! probably flirting over dead bodies :’((
16. What are your writing strengths?
idk?? maybe dialogue?? weird ass metaphors??
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
i give every character asthma bc they’re always sighing or taking deep breaths 😭😭
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
technically everything i am writing is in another language bc english isn’t my first language. but yeah, if it isn’t a language i know well enough i try to avoid it. I’ll insert words or phrases here and there, but I couldn’t trust doing full dialogue just by using a translating tool
19. First fandom you wrote for?
…warehouse 13
20. Favorite fic you've ever written?
hot take but it might be a quiet apology - it was my first time trying to write in karolina’s POV, and tabitha’s in it!!! 😍😍
tagging @novotneys @badcatholichusband @mlovesmoons and anyone who wants to do thisss :X
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hekateinhell · 1 year
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human aus of tvc are so much fun idk why people don't write them more often! i've had this plot bunny of l/a living in a ramshackle paris apartm. armand lives above lestat and he has this ruggish bf (santino?) and the guy isn't scared of armand's friend/neighbor bc he's never seen him & only heard he's gay, blonde and a ballet dancer so absolutely no threat right? Well SIKE bc one time he yells armand a lil too loud & suddenly his door is kicked open and a blonde beefcake has him in a chokehold
I actually think about the why part of this question a lot, because (obviously) I love a good AU! In my opinion, it's because of our fandom's very complicated history with fic that has continued to influence VC creator culture today. I think a lot of people do want to be creative and experiment, but (and maybe it's just me, I don't know) I get the feeling like collectively there's this sense of waiting for someone else to do it first that will indicate it's acceptable to play outside of the box.
Whether it's beyond writing the juggernaut ships (Loustat and Devil's Minion) or exploring kinks (this is a very kinky series, people!) or the endless possibilities of AUs, there's a certain audience for everything and I find people do respond pretty well to something different! It's always with a sense of surprise too, which I find funny and interesting and little sad, because it's nothing that you'd be batting an eye at in most other fandoms from what I can tell.
But because we're a fandom that only recently has started writing fic in the open (recently in comparison to our almost 40 years of existing), I feel like we're only just now starting to be that much more adventurous in a sense. You can talk openly, exchange content openly, it's a very different landscape than it was before. So I'm excited to see what the VC fic offerings will look like in a year or five years from now—it feels promising!
I got carried away lmao I HAVE THOUGHTS, but let's talk about this plot bunny. I just have to say... the image of Lestat kicking down Santino's door like the Big Bird gif laid me the fuck out. Anon, PLEASE. 😭 (Also not a bad analogy for how he came barging into Armand's cemetery self-imposed cell, from Armand's POV).
It's very sweet to think about Armand and Lestat starting off as friends! I always imagine that Amadeo and mortal!Lestat would've gotten along beautifully (they would have both fallen into the canal lbr). And Lestat's so protective of him in canon, it translates well. 🥹
Of course, Armand isn't going to tell his abusive boyfriend much about his friends and what he does when he's on his own. For a bit of a darker theme... maybe Santino's also his pimp? Armand doesn't tell Lestat any of this, he's too ashamed and hates appearing weak, and he just wants to forget his problems in the few moments where they can hang out on the front steps and share a snack and a cigarette. And Lestat might have his head in the clouds sometimes, but he's not stupid. He hears things, sees how Armand shrinks into himself and ignores him completely if Santino's around, won't speak unless told to, etc.
Lestat's young though, and not thinking how he might be worsening the situation by acting so rashly. Even though Armand's going to be grateful later, he's horrified in the moment knowing that Lestat's just made himself a target of Santino's gang in the future. And that Santino is going to think Armand's been running his mouth to Lestat and he or one of his buddies be taking it out on Armand the first chance they get.
Insert lots of drama, hurt/comfort, sex... Lestat and Armand eventually run away together and start over in New York City. Similar crappy apartment, only they're safe and together, and they live HEA.
~ fin
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wishitweresummer · 1 year
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Here's a concept I kinda forgot about
https://twitter.com/updatingdtqk/status/1614097744750333952?t=LMYjGDa-HhIzoG97o1540Q&s=19
I know you probably this but both him and George tried to scare him like that this stream and it got me thinking. I see Sapnap as a man of revenge so despite neither scares working he still wants some revenge, so later he makes sure Dream is in his room before finding George and tossing him over his shoulder. If George squirms too much for his liking he gives a warning squeeze to the back of his thigh. Soon, he enters Dream’s room, locking the door behind him, Dream immediately knows what's happening when George is pressed onto his floor by a hand on his chest. Dream debates making a run for it but he quickly realises that he won't get the door unlocked in time so he opts to backing up as far as he can on his bed, hoping Sapnap will just focus on George. Much to Dream’s "dismay" Sapnap catches his ankle, yanking him to the floor right next to George with the same firm hand to his chest. "You both know what's coming now, I know you do. But the question is do you know why?" George nods, Dream shakes his head no. "We'll start with you then, since you know what you'll be apologizing for" He tells Dream to not move from his position and turns his full attention to George, forcing Dream to watch as he wrecks George’s stubborn ass until he apologizes, Sapnap asks for what so Dream knows, he says for trying to scare him, Sapnap stays to sooth him for a bit before turning to Dream, "Your turn Smiley~"
Ahhhh I remember this! So freaking cute! I was so siked when that happened on stream. It was like, what we’ve all been waiting for for so long. Getting to see their goofiness with each other living in the same house 😭❤️ Thank you so much for the ask Sleepy!!!
First of all, I frickin love the idea of Sapnap just grabbing George and throwing him over his shoulder. I hc George enjoying being so petite and finds it kinda exciting to be manhandled. A bit flustering~~
By the time Sapnap gets into the room and locks it George is a flushed and giggling mess for sureeeee. The scene is terrifying for poor Dream.
Dream, who can’t take anticipation. Dream, who giggles at his friends being tickled because he can almost feel it himself. Dream, who is usually already made blushy and giggly by George’s crazy laughter.
I love a quick take down. Good for Sapnap. Ankle grabber. Very like him ahaha.
George’s tickling is part punishment part psych-out-Dream. So, Sapnap is all in with the teasing and aiming to make George as loud as possible. He shakes him by his sides until his head is dropped back in this crazy loud hopeless laughter that shakes Dream to his core.
George tries to tough it out for a bit, but Sapnap is being harder on him than he was expecting. He starts heading for George’s armpits and…
“DrehehEHEAM we can TAHA-TAKE HIM!!! We gotta…team up!!!”
Dream wouldn’t dare, though. Sapnap knows him too well and got him so worked up with all the anticipation. So George is forced to cave in and plead for forgiveness for trying to scare him. Then, he’s just a melty puddle of giggles as Sapnap ruffles his hair. Was that so hard Gogy??
“Smiley.” Now that is CUTE. Poor flustered Dream has apologies pouring out of his mouth in an instant. But, Sapnap obviously is doing all of this for fun so he’s going to need to get some tickles in. (Sorry Dream!)
“Sorry for what?” And he pulls up Dream’s shirt and blows a huge raspberry directly into his bellybutton so he can’t respond.
“Evil…”, George mutters, he can hardly look at the scene. Butterflies threatening to take over his tummy again as he watches Dream kick his legs and scream with laughter.
Now, Dream is trying his hardest to get the words out. The “for trying to scare you!”. But, Sapnap knows exactly where to get his fingers to mess up Dream’s apology.
“For-“ Sapnap shakes two clawed hands into his bare tummy.
“Fuck..Sap, for-“ Sapnap clings onto one thigh and squeezes quickly, and plays with the other kneecap.
Each time derailing his sentences with shrieks and adorable laughter. Finally finally finally he lets up a little and red-faced Dream sputters out a proper apology.
Sapnap makes a big show of standing up and brushing his hands together, job well done. (Such a little shiiit). Then, a real quick exit because he’s sure George has recovered by now.
~This was so cute and fun gahhh!! Let me know any thoughts 😋✨ Thank you thank youuuu Sleepy!!!!
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coffeeandritalin · 2 years
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TGCF First Read Reactions - Ch. 3
Moments I'm here for:
Xie Lian: The hills are alive with all the f***s that I don't give.
Feng Xin going from 60 (ready to take out Mu Qing) to 0 (afk'ing on Xie Lian) in 3 seconds flat.
All the examples to describe Xie Lian's level of bad luck… Jiminy Crickey… You alright, scrap angel? I mean I know you're not but you alright??
Aw at Jun Wu trying to help XL out.
Mu Qing stalking the communication array for XL news giving me commenting-'first'-on-YT-videos vibes. XL hurt you bro?
Oi. Rich people.
Ling Wen being ready to throw hands at MQ when he spoils her plans to trick people into helping XL.
Also, LW fully ready to 'sike!' people into helping XL.
My-hand-is-healing-so-I'm-recuperating MQ. A+. I see you. (Also the fact that his hand is 'injured' due to his conscious choice to fight a clock.)
The fact that XL is still naturally such an easy to love person despite all his hardships… *Cries* I'm not ready to actually read about all his hardships in detail *cries*.
Lmao. His sleeve got caught on a cloud. This poor little scrap god. Also, even that little cloud immediately fell in love with him and wanted to carry him away X-D.
Silver butterfly - oh hi, honey!
Lol at how Nan Feng and Fu Yao just pop up out of nowhere.
Also, 'the colour of the faces of both people didn’t look that great.' These two both clearly were not expecting the other person to appear here too X-D. Like, 'bish! WTF do you think you're doing here? This is my spot!'
Lol at Lower Heaven being renamed Middle Heaven for aesthetics. Accurate.
XL being a sweetie and being worried about getting these two small martial gods in trouble.
NF vs FY's responses to "Do you know who I am?" One directly answers the question he's asked. The other is so snarky. I love them already. Is this going to be ok if I like them? Praying they don't become problematic T.T.
'Nan Feng responded, "He did, let him scram." X-D
"I willingly volunteered." vs. their depressed faces saying, 'I want to commit suicide.' Lolz guys… You ok? Did your generals force you to come and make you keep it a secret?
Lolz at NF and FY having zero idea what mission they're on. Guys, seriously. Y'all gonna be ok?
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infatuatedpup · 7 days
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SIKE IM BACK BAYBEEEEEE !!
Back to my shinanigains!!!
S and I are talking again!!! We started talking like a few weeks after our fall out because my dumbass doesn’t know how to go no contact and messaged him a few days after my birthday. He didn’t apologize. I did and he said that we wanted to continue talking ..
Exciting part first! We ended up meeting up !! And he slept over (´・ω・`)!!! We went to a show and he spent the night. I originally was going to have him sleep on the floor but then I said fuck it , want to share my twin sized bed lmao . He said yes and we cuddled
>\\\> like idkkkkk it was really cold that night and he was super warm and it was nice. like he just wrapped his arm around my waist and cuddled me. we didnt do anything else or kiss or anything because im assuming he was tired. we didnt get home from the concert till like 2am and by the time we got in bed it was like 3am . i didnt make any moves on him. he didnt try to kiss me .. honestly i should have asked for a goodnight kiss AT LEAST. idk i was so shy to even think of that .. the next day I woke up before him and just was like 🧍🏽‍♀️ because I didn’t want to wake him up >.> when he did wake up we just chilled in my room .. We chatted a bit here and there but idk we didn’t really have any deep conversations. He was mostly on his phone , we did cuddle some more and I eventually made myself some coffee and asked him if he wanted any he said no. He later asked if I could make him a coffee and I said only if he said please .. and gave me a kiss. Which he did and we made out for a bit after that>.> then I made him his coffee. He eventually had to get going . He left and idk I just got so anxious. Thinking back maybe it’s because I felt like maybe I’d never see him again or I just wanted him to say more or idk . I spiraled and apologized profusely about if I make him uncomfortable and how I’m awkward. He didn’t reply until like 8pm saying that I’m ok and that I’m just overthinking things. And that I’m fine. Idk .. before he left I asked how he felt about me and he kinda avoided the question and idk he said that he wants to continue talking .. and then I asked him “ well do you like me?” And he replied “obviously “ but idk if he understood what I meant when I said liked?? Idk .. fast forward in February I asked him to be my valentine and he said yes. He started clinical about 2 weeks before so I know we wouldn’t be able to do anything together but I just asked .. bc yknow I want him to be mine. Idk on Valentine’s Day I called him to tell him happy Valentine’s Day real quick since he had been working.. and then last week he said he missed me 😵‍💫😵‍💫 idk I just said I missed him too bc idk how to respond to that.. like we haven’t really talked much since he started his clinicals for class.. I mean yea I’m sad we don’t talk much but I understand and give him space because I respect him. I do text him good morning and good night even if he doesn’t always respond to them.. idk
We talked on the phone today for a little and he was saying how he got braces and ofc I’m like “pics or it didn’t happen” and he’s like “ I’ll show you in person . I’ll pull up” and I’m like nah you won’t” and he said he would during his week break in 4 weeks and idk I don’t believe him but I really hope he does come over.. idk I’m touch starved ..
While we were talking today I realized I get really nervous and I blank out and realize idk what to say most of the time🧍🏽‍♀️ like I’m nervous I’ll say something wrong and scare him away or come off too intense .. idk I know how was tired today so I knew we were not going to be on the phone for long but I wish we could talk a bit longer.. maybe I’m asking for too much..
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diariesof-kg · 17 days
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No More Time.
2024_11_03
Let me tell you how quickly the universe will show you what you need to be showed. We started going to the gym, which I think is grand for both of us. I do enjoy spending a lot of time with my partner regardless. I don't think I really get bored with being with them, but also, I lived with my ex for years, maybe that's where the comfortability comes from.
Some dude decides to approach me about some damn paper towels, while I had headphones on, still don't know what was really said except some $20 for paper towels. We talked around and then we meet him again and this time he says something and I am like huh, while my headphones are still on. Now, most would say just take them off, but I am not interested in men nor care what they have to say. I point at my partner and say my name and he got confused, but it was my way of introducing myself and her, because that's what you do. Next, I say bye, play into it, but continue to mind mine. We are outside and per usual this dude pulls and says he's not stalking, I go up to his car and he's like if you don't mind putting my number in and then I look back at my parter, he goes, you need your friends permission. Ninjas be the dumbest I swear, I said no that's my girlfriend at which he apologized.
Here is the part where the universe loves to bring the same situation in a different scenario.
We are looking for houses. One sign had her friend's name on it, so we decide to go see it, no issue there. We pull, give him a call and he magically appears. Now this the part that really makes you question so much. I think his name is JP something and so he's obvious siked he hasn't seen my partner in awhile, I get that, but guess what he did not acknowledge me at all. He walks in turns on the lights and proceeds to show the house. At this point I stood in the living area for a minute and when I realized I was not going to be introduced, I started walking around the house rather quickly, while he continued to play catch up with her. He's asking questions but I am responding to some, still no introduction. I walked outside while they stay inside still talking. Then she goes, "this is my girlfriend.." and he ask me for my name and we shake hands. As we leave I tell my partner exactly how I felt at which she turned and tells me that, how would you feel if someone you haven't seen in awhile, he was just so siked. Really?
I joked about it but really had to let it settle to have a moment to think about it. This is the umpteen time my own partner will defend everyone else and not me. The fact that, I said it was rude and disrespectful and it was shadowed with, he was just excited to see someone he hasn't seen in awhile is crazy. Okay, he's excited, we went through the whole house and he didn't know who I was. He asked were you still with your ex and you said no, but never mentioned you are in a relationship, kind of skipped over that. Maybe I am tripping or being extra, but I observe and peep things like this. These things matter, because they will create the future. It's making me think she's not comfortable telling people she's in a relationship and she's in a relationship with a woman. If the scenario was different, to me, as soon as he asked was she still with such and such, she would of said, no i'm not but this is my boyfriend craig. See lesbians really need to stick with straight lesbians, no offense. I mean most I've dated been either previously bi or been with women for years.
I have never experienced being with someone who wants to keep themselves a secret about their status, whether it's the world's business or not. I have never experienced being out and someone not introduce me. It's the most weird thing. Then on top of that when I say something feels disrespectful instead of just saying, I'm sorry you feel that way or something else, she always excuses their behaviors or makes up reasons for them. It's like but had I not said I was in a relationship to the dude at the gym, you'd feel some way. If I EVER meet her ex formally and I say, he seemed rude, I bet she'll defend and say, oh pay him no mind, he's having one of those days. Like why do we do shit like that. I don't defend nobody behaviors period. If my partner expresses they felt disrespected, I'ma be sure to take their side and hear them out. I am not about to make excuses for no one not even my friends. Like when she said my best friend girlfriend hugged her funny, I didn't make a excuse at all. I address people with respect. Had I said, oh Luckiii, is just like that, she'd say I am for her or some shit like that.
Only time will tell though, a Capricorn starts to evolve after they have been hurt and that's the most dangerous thing, that most don't understand. We get real cold and begin to not care until things end or we end it. At this point I am going to let things play out, I am not asking for anything to be fair. Life isn't fair, my mother is completely gone. But this not telling people you in a relationship is suspicious if you ask me. Some folks have told me, that it seems like I am into her more than she's into you. That kind of hurt my feelings, but what if it's true? Because the whole relationship I really held her down, telling people I am in a relationship no hesitation at all. Why do I even have to complain about something like that though. I honestly don't care to be acknowledged, because of how much confidence I posses. It was just embarrassing to be in a space like that. Literally walking through the whole entire house wanting it to be over, because it was very awkward.
Also, everything is always my fault. Because I didn't want to hear about Candy Cane, she texted her behind my back. Because I said, tell certain people you in a relationship, that's my fault. Why not just do what YOU feel, I could careless. Literally I live this lesbian life, I don't pick and choose majority of the time. The old security at my job, I didn't anything but if he ask again, I'ma tell him I bump coochie with women, I am not afraid nor care. I just don't care for anyone to know who I am at a job, because every time it comes out, the women start trying me and I hate that shit. If you telling people you in a relationship or have a girlfriend when I am not present, that's major kudos for yourself. I don't live in secret. I wish she would just own her shit like I had to, instead of finding loop holes to not take accountability.
But what do I expect she did tell me at the beginning, that she's not really putting her all into such relationship and she hasn't lied about that. Usually people that aren't looking for a relationship and they tell you what they will and will not do, will always show you with words and actions. The universe knows what's next. But I -- honestly can't be in a relationship (a year at that) and my partner refuses to tell folks she's in a relationship. If it's due to being uncomfortable, than in my mind we should just be friends. People would think, you'd leave over that and it's like yes. As a Capricorn, everything adds up and the smallest issue will boil over and end it all. I just can't be with someone who plays hides and seek. I allowed it for this long and I am not willing to continue. The year mark for me is like let me see what they give in this relationship, that I have given.
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letstalkluna · 1 year
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03/01
Current mood | Great Water goal | 100% met Daily food | Strawberry smoothie, Chicken & Broccoli, berries with granola Listening to |
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BEST. DAY. EVER.
So today was probably the best day I've had in a hot minute. I got lots of new stuff, went new places, and learned new things along with a few surprises along the way. ALRIGHT SO BOOM.
I woke up feeling refreshed since I had plenty of sleep last night. I made my smoothie, logged into SL and decided that I was going to log into work early since I knew that I was going to be by myself tonight. So I figured I'd get a jumpstart to hopefully get out of here on time. Sike. I ended up working almost 3 hours overtime. A hot dumpster fire. SO I log in to do my double cleaning today because, yanno. Cake. Dominant said that if I was to do 2 sets of chores, it would unlock the cake he set out for me. And if you know me, food is always my motivator. So I'm cleaning, and I hear Dominant mic up with an influencer in the background asking lots of questions. Why I was cleaning and nothing was getting clean, why there was poop in the potty, why everything was dirty, why there was a baby bed and no baby, and then when I said that I was the baby, THEY SAID I WASN'T BECAUSE I WAS DOING CHORES. You're preaching to the choir! So I finished my double set of chores and I still haven't touched my cake. All in due time though. Dominant then decided that he was going to bring me to class with him. The topic of discussion was communication. Which, self admittedly for me, is a big struggle. I tend to kind of close off and shut down when things get rough or I think that I'm in trouble. A major key point was listening -vs- hearing. You can listen to someone all day and not really retain or understand what they are saying. But actually hearing what someone is saying, being able to understand and look at something from their point of view is completely different. It's hard to hear someone when they are dismissive, or yelling, or even belittling you. You just have to find a style of communication that works for the both of you. There was one submissive that explained that she had finished something for her Master and he responded with "Mhm" and in that moment she had felt disrespected and dismissed. She is from Canada so there, a "Mhm" is meant to be dismissive. So she asked him, hey, did you mean it like that, and it turns out he didn't. That's just one of the things that contribute to ineffective communication when just a simple clarification question can be asked. Me? I don't ask. I just shut down. That's something that I'm really trying to work on because I know that it's not good for me, or my Dominant & I's relationship. Another submissive explained how she has a hard time with her journaling as a way to communicate to her Dominant. She said that she could go on a 3 day streak and after that? NOTHING. Same sis, same. I'm really trying to get the hang of having to do a daily journal and it's starting to become easier, but I feel like if I spend my day with Dominant then I don't have anything to write about because he knows about everything I did and didn't do, but it's more than that. There's a lot of things that go on in this head that I don't talk about that he could want to know. Next stop? Target! Dominant ended up surprising me with a full room makeover. I don't think that there is hardly anything left from my old room, aside from the walls and the lights (and of course the newspaper on the windows, who needs trees!) I got a new big girl bed, new kitchenette, new bathroom, laundry stuff, and even some mystory stuff to help me with XP aside from just having my hud on. Dominant even bought me new pajamas. NEW. No hand me downs. Tags still attached. They look and feel amazing. After modeling them for him, I took them off and took a hot bath, brushed my teeth and put them back on. He even helped me braid the little bit of hair that has grown back since my shave. It's nice to have some coverage up there. After getting everything set up another surprise, my daughter got dropped off! She came in holding her favorite Bunbun and already in her jammies. Her Grandpa has been teaching her new words all week, so Dominant was surprised to hear her say "What's up?" She's growing up so fast. Nearly a year old. Time flies.
My favorite part of the day though has to be hearing Dominant's voice again. I missed it so much. I could have done without/waited on everything else that came with the day if I had only gotten that.
This is getting long, so I'll stop here and be back tomorrow! -baby
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inizioizini · 2 years
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10:10 pm April 17, 2018
When your ex texts you the day before you’re supposed to go on a date
you stare at your phone like how you do when your calc teacher sends you homework
You Lock it, put it down, look up at your ceiling
question if it’s really worth it
(do you really want him back)
and realize maybe you’re thinking ahead of yourself so you should actually give it a try
Pick up the phone
You read something like
“did you forget what we look like together? I got something for you in case you did”
You respond with something like
“Of course I want more memories of us, share it in google drive “
He says “perfect”
I say nothing, try to pretend it’s just a regular morning
29 minutes later you hear another ding
You read
“They reminded me of what I ended, I regret it but lol enjoy”
Lol enjoy not being able to get me out of your head again
Lol you thought you could move on
Lol sike
Lol when this guy kisses you tomorrow your first thought will be me
So you’ll be back at square one and he won’t apologize for any of it
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