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ask-that-weird-dog · 3 months

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THE ARCHIVE:

??? // INTRO // 1 // TO BE CONTINUED...

THE (DOG) HOUSE RULES!

Read the following before you ask...

and don't make me tap the sign!

* no NSFW! this blog is intended to be 13+ so please don't send anything sexually explicit or excessively gory, thank you!

* please be patient! I draw all the responses, and that can take some time. I also may hold onto some asks for future pieces, too.

* the Kris of this blog goes by they/them only! please do not misgender them in asks or they will be eaten... I mean deleted.

* interactions with other ask blogs are perfectly welcome and encouraged! I'm always happy to meet another kindred spirit.

* this isn't a roleplay blog! I won't be doing threads here, just silly one-off doodles. I will, however, be making an ask-driven comic!

* treat the mod with respect! please don't come here stirring up drama or sending hate/harassment etc. you get the idea.

* the mod is an adult! please remember this when interacting.

EXTRA ASK INFO AND FAQ BELOW:

Please do:

* send asks directed to Kris! they can hear your text as a disembodied voice and will respond to you accordingly.

* offer Kris objects, either by text or as a submitted picture! accepted items will be added to their inventory.

* use asks to suggest ideas to Kris! if you want them to actually do it though, you'll have to be convincing!

* interact with Kris directly, to a degree! any physical contact will be experienced as a 'hand' that only they can see.

* send IC asks from other character blogs! they're just for fun and games though, and may not be considered canon.

* send asks to the mod if you have questions or concerns! I'll happily tag triggers, explain bits of the AU, or clarify rules as needed.

* send joke m!as for special events! I may be selective on them though, and they likely won't be canon to the main story here.

* tag this blog in any posts you'd like me to see! I'll happily check out anything you'd like to send my way, within reason.

Please do not:

* send asks to characters other than Kris! they can't hear you; if you want to send a message, you'll need to convince Kris to do it for you.

* send asks that alter their world, or force Kris or other characters to do something! you just don't have that much power in this world.

* send asks containing explicit 18+ language, slurs, gore, or sexual content. anything like that is getting deleted on sight, sorry folks.

* misgender Kris in asks; those are getting deleted too. also please don't interact IC if you're an RP/ask blog that genders the kids.

* try to rush the mod on replies. drawing takes time, and I might not get to every reply. you can ask off anon if it was deleted, though!

* send stuff unrelated to the AU to this blog. if you'd like to chatter about other stuff, I've got a main blog and I'd love to see you there!

* repost any of my art without permission! please ask before using my work elsewhere. reblogs, however, are always encouraged!

THE FAQ I'D HAVE IF THIS BLOG WASN'T LITERALLY BRAND NEW

Q: So, what AU is this for anyway? A: I've been calling it 'Deltarune Monsterswap,' mainly since there isn't already an AU named that as far as I can find, and it describes the concept fairly well! Basically; everyone who's a human is now a monster, and everyone who's a monster is now human. Think Overtale but for Deltarune, basically! There are some definite personality differences as a result, though Kris will be the most obvious upfront.

Q: What sort of monster is Kris? A: Kris is a monster based on el cadejo, a mythical dog spirit from Central America! Their dual nature of devil dog vs angel dog seemed like an interesting concept to work with, especially since I personally headcanon Kris to have some Central American ancestry and wanted to pick something local to the region. Plus, I dunno, they've always given me scruffy stray dog vibes. This kid absolutely eats food off the floor when nobody's looking and you can't tell me otherwise.

Q: My ask wasn't answered! What happened to it? A: If it didn't break any of the rules I've listed off and hasn't been answered yet, it's probably still in my inbox! I'm liable to hold onto asks that I find fun but haven't found a place for so that I can use them in the future, so don't give up hope. They still might appear in the future! I promise I appreciate every one, even if it can take me a bit to get some of them done.

Q: Can I ask about future events or for hints? A: You can try! If something is TOO spoilery I might keep my lips sealed, but I'm willing to give hints and ideas on occasion. If push comes to shove, the worst case scenario is me posting it with a little :)c to mildly menace you a bit. I mean hey, lots of 'Players' look up guides to find secrets, too. It's on theme.

Q: Will there be any ships involved? What ones? A: I'll be sticking to canon for the most part on these; characters that have crushes will still have them, but we're generally sticking to canon-compliant territory here and they won't be a major focus. The farthest I get out of the box is that the Kris of this blog BRIEFLY had a crush on Noelle when they were younger, but it went unnoticed and has long since faded. The most you'll really see of that is a bit of awkwardness on Kris's part. Noelle will still have a crush on Susie, but at least for now it's unrequited.

Q: So, who's the mod behind this thing anyway? A: I don't really talk about myself; I grew up in the era of 'don't share personal info online' and still kinda live by that in public! The most you'll get is: I go by Timey, use she/her pronouns, I'm 28, and my left thumb is hypermobile. That's about as personal as I get, sorry!

AND THAT'S IT! Thanks for reading, and here's hoping you'll enjoy bothering this ridiculous critter as much as I do.

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existslikepristin · 3 years

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Impromptu Review

Thanks for editing this one goes to momirene and Worldsover, and for helpful beta reading feedback from them and one dork who wants to remain anonymous.

Tags: TheLounge, Red Velvet, SNSD (Girl's Generation), Joy, Sunny, loneliness, potential traumatization of cats, a hoard of hell-themed sex toys, a strap on, a butt plug with Jiu's face in it, and bisexual problems.

The front door of Sunny’s apartment swung open so fast that Joy felt a breeze from the vacuum it left behind.

“Joy! You’re here!”

Joy blinked. “Yeah, I said I would come over.”

“It’s been so long since we’ve met up! Come in, come in!”

“It’s only been like a month though.”

Sunny grabbed Joy’s hands and pulled her through the doorway. “It feels like so much longer than that!”

Joy smiled and took her shoes off in the entryway. “You seem more excited than usual.”

“What? How so?”

“Well for one,” Joy said, pointing at the kitchen, “It looks like you prepared for a whole party in here.”

The kitchen’s island was covered in plates of snacks and several variations of alcoholic beverages. Additionally, Sunny was noticeably sweaty, like she had just run around the house preparing for guests. Joy figured it would be best not to bring that up.

“What? No. That? That’s… yeah, that’s a lot of food, isn’t it?” Sunny’s posture drooped, as if she’d already expended all of her energy on her greeting.

Joy pulled her into a side hug. Her height served to straighten Sunny back up. “What’s going on, girl?”

Sunny sighed and leaned her head on Joy’s chest. “I dunno. I’m just excited. Haven’t had a good social night any time recently.”

“Aw! But what about these cutie kitties?”

Sogeum popped her head out from behind the wall and gave Joy her signature droopy, grim stare without so much as a meow. As soon as Joy shuffled in her direction though, she turned and went back into the living room.

“Well, you know. Can’t really have a real conversation with the cats.”

Joy hummed her agreement and stepped into the kitchen. “I’m always happy to talk to you Sunny. They don’t call SM a family for nothing.”

Sunny groaned, loudly.

“Um. Okay,” Joy said when Sunny didn’t elaborate. “Not a family? Just a bunch of really close friends?”

“Yeah, that’ll work better. Not a fan of the family motif.”

Joy picked up a cracker and chomped down. “Gonna… explain? Family is normally a positive thing, isn’t it?”

Sunny grabbed a bottle of wine and yanked the cork out. “Yeah, totally, for sure. Hey, do you like Chardonnay?”

“I…” Joy didn’t want to skirt around whatever issue Sunny was having, but was well-aware of her stubbornness. “I sure do.”

As fancy glasses of white wine were generously poured, Joy made note of Sunny’s slow, unsteady movements. She worried that perhaps Sunny had already started drinking, or wasn’t getting enough sleep.

* * *

“Can you believe that, Joy?”

“No way. It’s just inhuman.”

“Completely! It’s not like green onions are suddenly more expensive to dry out!”

The conversation had started with gossip and cheese snacking when the sun was high. As the sun set, the discussion shifted to the price of instant meals, and the snack plates were all but empty. Joy had to fight the constant urge to fall asleep, as the topics were never much more interesting than that. But she let Sunny lead the talking as much as possible.

Joy was simply relieved that Sunny called her over before diving into her liquor storage. “You should start a petition to regulate the price. I’d be the first to sign it.”

Sunny’s tipsy grin matched Joy’s. Though the alcohol consumption had been slow-going, they had been doing it for several hours. “Oh that would be great press. ‘Washed up idol upset with ramen manufacturers.’”

With an exaggerated roll of the eyes, Joy pointed at a set of boxes in the corner of the living room, currently being used as a lookout tower by Sogeum. “You’re not washed up yet. Look at all of those sponsor gifts. Those weren’t here last time I came over… Wait, they weren’t, were they?”

Sunny giggled. “No, they’re, uh… new.”

Their corporate sponsors weren’t something that Joy, Sunny, or any of the other SM idols discussed often. There were usually so many vying for their attention that it was pointless trying to keep track. But Joy reasoned, somewhat drunkenly, that talking about it might be therapeutic to someone so down on their social status. “Who are they from, anyway?”

A blush deepened the red of Sunny’s already tipsy-glowing cheeks. “Uh… Nobody. Just a regular sponsor, ya know?”

Joy grinned. “Oh, come on. You can tell me. What am I gonna do? Call a press conference to tell the tabloids who’s contributing to your paycheck?”

Sunny rolled her eyes. She shot off the couch, spilling a drop or two of her wine in the process. From Joy’s naturally higher perspective, Sunny didn’t seem that much taller. “Fine,” she said, wobbling, “but you better not make fun of me.”

“I’ll make fun of you for other reasons, like how much I love you, bitch!” Joy blinked at her own shouting. She didn’t know when the alcohol had hit her, but she was beginning to think that she was a little more intoxicated than she previously thought.

Thankfully, the joviality in her voice seemed to encourage Sunny to play along. She set her wine on the coffee table and picked one of the smaller boxes off of the pile. “Disclosure first! We haven’t agreed to any deals yet. They sent me this stuff to try to convince me to shill it. I didn’t reach out to them.”

Joy waved the disclosure off like a mosquito, but Sunny still tossed the box in her direction. The weight inside of it was awkwardly distributed. Joy attempted to catch it, but it wound up ricocheting off the tips of her fingers and nearly knocking over an open, mostly full bottle of soju.

“The fuck is in this thing?”

“I’ve got some ideas but I just know who it’s from. Open it and find out.”

Joy tore into the box with no regard for the care that went into the packaging, which itself was surprisingly discreet. A smirk cracked her lips when she thought about what sorts of deliveries required such discretion. But the smirk faded right away when she got a view of the inside and realized that the packager apparently had the same idea.

Inside was a pair of plastic sheets wrapped asymmetrically around a roughly water bottle sized blob of blood red silicone. A small bit of pink cardboard advertised it as a five-speed, rotation-simulating, self-cleaning, pattern-switching, USB-charging, automatically-lubricating, remote-controlled vibrator with a speaker at the bottom for replicating a set of desired moans and a specialized charging dock.

Joy cleared her throat and stared at the horrifically fancy dildo, and its label, “Dante’s Dive,” unsure if she should toss it back to Sunny, considering it was clearly a personal item.

Sunny reached into what was left of the box, procuring a pretty little decorated card. “Dear Ms. Lee, we at Second Ring Inc were very pleased to hear your impromptu review of our products on a recent episode of ‘Welp, I Guess We’re Talking About This Now’ and wished to send you some additional items to show our appreciation. These are in no way a request for further public review,” Sunny was briefly interrupted by Joy’s disapproving snort, “but should you be interested in a partnership, we have included a phone number at which I, the chief executive officer, Lee Youngjoon, may be reached. Optionally, my username--”

Joy missed a few words as she was shocked by the extreme sound emitted by the vibrator when she pushed a button on the remote control.

“--is ‘worldsover’. As you know, Second Ring specializes in sexual wellness products, of which we’ve sent you a wide variety. They can be enjoyed by couples, or can serve as a fantastic outlet for power singles like yourself…”

Sunny trailed off. Joy was afraid she knew what was coming. “Damn, Sunny. You say so much as three words on national television and they scramble to get right up on your ass, eh?”

It was too late. Sunny was already tipping up the bottom of the soju bottle. A few drops spluttered back out of her mouth as Joy pushed it back down. “Sunny! You’ve said it yourself! You don’t want to get married!”

“Doesn’t mean I’m not still lonely!”

Joy wrapped her arms around Sunny. “You’ve got me. And a million other friends!”

“Fans don’t count.” Sunny’s voice was partially muffled by Joy’s shoulder.

“Ouch. Time for me to delete my Sone club membership. But fine. A hundred other friends. It’s not just me. It’s my members. Your members. And plenty of others. All of NCT would be--Okay, nevermind. Aespa though! They love you too.”

“But I don't want to inconvenience you." Sunny ended so matter-of-factly that Joy had to pause to process the short conversation.

"You know how… You know how you take a road trip, and there's a road block, or really bad construction, and you have to take a detour?"

"Yeah. I'm a detour."

"Come on, Sunny. What you are is the scenic route!”

There was a long silence.

“Was that the end of the metaphor?” Sunny eventually asked.

“I am very drunk.”

“You’re not that drunk.”

“Drunk enough to be shit at metaphors.”

“It’s…” Sunny extricated herself from Joy’s hug. “It’s okay. I think I know what you’re getting at, and I appreciate it. It’s just that a few words don’t really fix a brain, you know?”

Joy nodded slowly, watching as Sogeum casually stalked across the room. “Yup. But believe me. I’m here for you, at least. So if you need a friend, or some company, I’m at the top of your list.”

The cat plopped herself on the floor, right up against Sunny’s leg. Joy giggled. “Fuck off, kitty. I just said I was the top.”

It seemed the topic of conversation was ready to change. Sunny smiled, and it was enough to indicate her understanding.

“So!” Joy moved things along. “A pile of free, top of the line sex toys in your living room. What’s a young woman to do about that?”

Sunny snorted. “Well I’m not going to masturbate while I have company over, that’s for sure.” She grabbed another box from the pile and handed it over, doing her best not to disturb Sogeum’s new resting place.

The new box took mere seconds to open, this time revealing a black silicone butt plug with a red gem in the base. The casing suggested that a picture could be inserted beneath the gem, and it appeared there was one already there as an example. Joy had to flip it around to a variety of angles before she could make out that it contained a headshot of Dreamcatcher’s Jiu making finger hearts on her cheeks. She cocked her head, wondering if the image had actually been authorized.

Another box swapped between the womens’ hands. It took Joy a little longer to open than the last, but it turned out to be that way for a good reason, given that it was gently holding some fragile cargo: A red-tinted glass bottle of lube, labeled as “Juice from the Fruit of The Tree.” The lengthy product title had a snake winding through the letters.

“Well now they’re just really doubling down on this theme, aren’t they?” Sunny asked as she worked out how to open the next package, using her bottle opener as a makeshift knife.

Joy laughed and picked up yet another, now eager to see what kind of wild object it would contain. “Yeah, they really are! No lie, they’re starting to give me some ideas. Talk about sinful.”

“‘Oh I know,’” Sunny mocked the company, as SM artists often did, fingers still struggling to find their way under the first cardboard flap. “‘Let’s send Sunny a whole pile of sex junk. Bet she’s sinful enough to use it all.’ Like, come on Love-eye, or whatever your name is. What’s a single woman gonna do with all this? Hold up a pillow fort?”

“Hey, maybe he doesn’t know you’re single. Maybe there’s some stuff in here that takes two to tangle with… Fuck. Choerry’s got me using alliterations.”

Sunny barely managed to get her fingers inside the box, but her knuckles were turning white from the tightness of it. It seemed that she had left a portion of the packing tape uncut. “I said I was single on the show, though. I don’t think there will be any couples’ toys in here.”

“Oooh, I’m gonna make it a bet now.” Joy smirked. Her next sentence bypassed her verbal filter through the holes left in it by the alcohol. “If you get that thing open and there’s a strap on inside, you have to fuck me with it!”

A jerk of her arms snapped the remainder of the packing tape. Sunny chuckled. “You’re on. There’s no way it is.”

Joy had to admit that Sunny had a point, considering how small the package was. Surely it couldn’t fit a series of leather straps, or a dildo any larger than a couple of inches in any direction. The little voice in the back of her mind that told her making such an offer was stupid quieted down somewhat.

There was a moment of quiet. Sogeum rolled away from Sunny and made her way to the kitchen. Joy picked up another box, confident that she hadn’t just placed herself in an awkward situation. Sunny shook her head, amused. And then…

“J-Joy?”

Joy looked back, but wasn’t quite sure what she was looking at. It was a sort of mass of black string with some silver discs hanging off of it. Another piece of pink paper fluttered to the floor, where Joy picked it up and read aloud.

“‘The Obol.’ As Charon ferried Dante across the Styx and into the hole that is Hell, so too shall this state-of-the-art magnetic harness ferry our exclusive Dante’s Dive dildo into your… partner’s hole…”

There was more to be read, but both women seemed to get the point. The only sound in the room came from Sogeum chomping through some hard cat food in the kitchen. Slowly, their eyes raised and met. They both spoke at the same moment.

“That was a bet’s a joke bet right?”

Their drunken minds needed a moment to detangle their words into distinct sentences. Sunny’s “That was a joke, right?” and Joy’s “A bet’s a bet.”

Sunny started again first. “You know, we don’t have to.”

“I will if you want to.”

Every sentence being exchanged was followed by a palpable stillness. Joy’s heart beat loudly in her own ears, and she swore she could hear Sunny’s too.

“Do you… want to fuck me with that, Sunny?”

Sunny answered instantly. “Yup.”

There was a flurry of action, though it was slowed here and there by a tipsy stumble or two. Sunny gathered up an armful of the items on her coffee table, both sex toys and the bottle of soju, and sprinted for the bedroom. Joy rushed after her, messily attempting and failing to remove some of her clothes on the way.

Sogeum was spooked by the sudden kerfuffle and fled out of sight.

The bedroom was no less hectic. Sunny dropped everything on the bed except the soju, which she took one more swig of directly from the bottle before setting it dangerously close to the edge of her desk. She wiggled out of her shirt and bra, which attracted Joy’s attention instantly.

Joy struck at Sunny’s cleavage, wrapping her fingers as far as they could go around the legendary orbs, and her lips around one of the budding tips. Their differences in height made it awkward, but they very soon found their way to a horizontal state that eased that tension. Unfortunately, it was not on the bed, but on the floor, but they weren’t about to let something like that stop them.

What clothes they were still wearing exploded off their bodies. Joy’s shorts and shirt, Sunny’s pants and socks. All of it ended up in different sections of the room, thrown under and over furniture.

Joy was no stranger to encounters like this, and neither was Sunny. They had shared countless stories with each other… and some spit. But neither had considered their prior make out sessions to be precursors to explicitly sexual action. For her part, however, Joy considered this one differently, and Sunny’s hands searching half-blindly for Joy’s ass confirmed to her that Sunny thought the same.

Backs arched. Legs ground against one another. Open mouths met, trading the alcoholic scents that the women no longer cared to distinguish. Their minds had devoted themselves entirely to the search for physical pleasure.

A lot of exploratory prodding led Sunny’s fingers to the entrance to Joy’s pussy, failing to notice the number of pokes that ended up at Joy's exit. She took some time familiarizing herself with the drenched outer folds.

Joy, however, noticed the poking at her ass. Her mind swam with serotonin, thoughts of other people, and alcoholic fumes that seemed to rearrange the letters of her thoughts into nonsense. Or possibly into inspiration.

Inspiration relevant to the happenings at the prior year's award shows, that is.

Joy tried to pull back the moment Sunny’s fingers dipped inside her. She had opened her mouth to speak but instead groaned and arched herself further into Sunny’s grip on her sanity. "S-Sunny. B-bed."

At least that message was received loud and clear. Sunny dragged her fingers against Joy’s G-spot as she, disappointingly, pulled them out, nearly causing Joy to scream. The same fingers plunged into Joy’s mouth and quieted her as she diligently sucked her own juices from them.

The action transferred to the bed. Fingers immediately found their places again, and Joy bounced on her back in time with Sunny’s brutal shoves. Packaging bounced all around them. It was like a desperate, distracted game of Vegetable Shinobi for Joy, swiping at the jumping dildo. Sunny’s fingers were divine, eye-wateringly so, but Joy wanted something unholy.

Sunny muttered Joy’s name, catching her attention again. She lifted her head to meet for yet another imprecise kiss. Their legs twisted around each other. Joy could hear the desperation in Sunny’s moans, vibrating all the way down her throat, burning like the alcohol. She snaked a hand between them and found Sunny’s clit.

The moans freed themselves as Sunny bucked backward, almost out of Joy’s longer reach. Joy noted the exceptional reaction, and flipped Sunny onto her back, following immediately and putting herself in the position of power Sunny had initiated.

“You’re gonna fuck me with the strap on… right, Sunny?”

Sunny’s eyes widened, and she grabbed the toys.

“No, not yet,” Joy stalled in her most seductive voice. She slid down, nearly falling off the bed, and wrenched Sunny’s legs wide open with her elbows.

Sunny clenched her fingers around the hell-themed dildo for dear life. Joy’s name poured through her lips over and over again as Joy’s lips poured over her pussy.

Joy had to fight Sunny’s strength to keep her spread thighs from clamping around her head. She wanted to keep hearing her senior beg, loud and clear. To that end, she dug in her tongue, unable to penetrate far, but far enough to open Sunny up and feel the wetness flow into her mouth.

“Please… Joy… I’m close… Joy, please! Joy, don’t stop!”

The thought flitted through Joy’s head, that perhaps denying Sunny her orgasm would be fun, but something about the way she said it made Joy wonder if Sunny’s neediness was rooted in her loneliness, more than in her desire to get off. She shifted herself to wrap her arms under Sunny’s legs and pulled. It wasn’t possible for them to be any physically closer than they were, but she wanted to make it feel like they could be.

Sunny’s voice cracked, choked, and broke into a scream. Joy winced as her tongue was squeezed uncomfortably, but she wasn’t about to stop. The back arches, hair grasping, and pained gasps that followed were worth it.

Joy kept it up until Sunny’s body fell back down and her muscles relaxed. Only then, she removed herself to ask, “Need a break before my turn?”

A smile crept up Sunny’s mouth. Her fingers tightened around the dildo she still had in her hand. “Get… back down here.”

If there was any benefit Joy appreciated most about idol training, it was recovery speed, and Sunny still had it. Joy picked up the strap, quickly figuring out how it was supposed to fit and sliding it up Sunny’s legs. The motion doubled as her approach for another make out.

Of course, Joy was still immensely horny. Her interest in making out with Sunny was overshadowed by her desire to get fucked savagely, but she had the wherewithal to hold out, to let it happen naturally. She was always good at letting others take the lead. Whether they led from the top or from the bottom didn’t especially matter to her.

The alcohol made her more impatient than usual though. She forced herself to wait for the five-speed pounding she’d get, but she ground herself against Sunny’s leg in the meantime. Thankfully she didn’t have to wait long. Sunny threw her to the side and attached the vibrator to the unusual strap with very little trouble. Joy fingered herself as she watched.

“Fuck, yes, Sunny. This is going to be so goo--”

Sunny practically tackled Joy. Their lips collided again, strap hovering somewhere between Joy’s legs, but not close enough for her to feel it.

The moment she did, though, Joy grabbed Sunny’s ass and pulled. The lack of accuracy was made up for by the inhuman amount of lubrication present; both Joy’s and the curious synthetic compound that the dildo exuded seemingly of its own volition.

It was almost too much for Joy. The dildo was certainly longer than any she had used before, and bottoming out at full speed meant it hit her rather painfully in the cervix. She hissed, but otherwise just readjusted her legs in Sunny’s way to prevent the same thing from happening so easily again.

The strap held the dildo in place on Sunny’s body well. Despite its genuinely small frame, it seemed to prevent all wiggling. Every one of Sunny’s movements, including the less delicate, more intoxicated ones, translated to sensations that felt to Joy like a biologically attached dick, albeit with a plethora of extra features.

"You're so pretty, Joy," Sunny said. Even though she was doing all the work now, she wasn't nearly as winded as before. Knowing she’d affected Sunny made Joy grin into another kiss.

“No you,” Joy said with a smirk. She knew this would be good, but she truly underestimated how great it would be to see Sunny’s famous tits jiggling with the effort of fucking her. The sheen of sweat covering them would ensure the night wouldn’t be forgotten, even if Joy had another drink or two.

Joy’s first orgasm struck quickly and unexpectedly. Her breath stopped and a shudder spiked through her body from her core to the tips of her toes and fingers and head. The ability to think normally left her for a brief moment. She only kept the fleeting question of whether or not Sunny was able to feel Joy’s climax. Stars popped in and out of existence, obscuring Joy’s view of Sunny’s fantastic body.

It all faded relatively soon after, but it wasn’t enough for Joy. As soon as her lungs refilled, she screamed, “More! Sunny! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh god!” She was practically numb everywhere, except for every square inch of her that the dildo rubbed, slid, and vibrated against. Her arms and legs wrapped around Sunny on their own.

Joy, eyes half closed, barely registered when Sunny slowed down to grab and open the extra package. She did, however, notice the sudden prodding feeling at her asshole.

“Sun--”

She couldn’t even finish Sunny’s name before something slipped its way into her butt. Her vision cleared up enough to see that even while she continued thrusting, Sunny had one hand tucked between them, and it was the source of the extra intrusion.

A couple more thrusts though, and Joy was lost to the pleasure again. She started to pant instead of scream or moan, or perhaps she was whimpering, or speaking fluent Polish. Joy couldn’t have said one way or the other. Another orgasm hit. And another. And another. She knew some time was passing between each one, but whether it was seconds or days between no longer mattered. Her mind was fading out of existence.

Until, that is, it wasn’t.

With seemingly no provocation, Joy suddenly remembered Cheungae. She had been meaning to talk to Sunny about him before they had gotten drunk. Her mind wandered, far, far more than it normally would during such intense sex.

Cheungae had taken her out several times since their first, less-than-professional meeting at the MAMAs with Wheein. Even though Joy knew he was struggling financially, he always insisted on paying for coffee, but would give up if he saw the bill when Joy took him to some of the much higher end restaurants.

He was always so polite, genuine, and humble. He didn’t even question when Joy told him they couldn’t be in a relationship, but instead insisted that they could be friends. Joy wondered if it was fair to him that she was treating him as a boyfriend in every way but name while she was still having a grand old time fucking everyone else in the industry. Cheungae knew about it, but wasn’t part of it.

And yet, sex with Cheungae made Joy feel good. Great, even. She could recreate the sensations in her mind for days afterward. His slim, toned figure hovering over her, his face contorted beautifully in adorable agony, his admittedly mediocre cock managing to hit her just right with every move. She couldn’t stop picturing him.

Another orgasm smashed through Joy’s illusion. The mental image of perfectly human Cheungae was instantly replaced with the very physical image of god-like Sunny. As tended to happen, Joy held her breath as the climax coursed through her. Her muscles contracted until she was holding Sunny in a deathly grip.

“F-fuck. Sunn-ny. Slow… slow down.”

It seemed that the request was desperately needed by both lovers, because rather than simply slow down, Sunny fell over. Joy’s pussy immediately craved to be filled again, but she knew she needed to clear her head. And besides that, she still had an odd full sensation. When her muscles relaxed enough for her to move of her own volition, she reached beneath herself and recoiled again at the feeling of a drenched butt plug. Her fingertips carried a puddle of mixed cum and lube back up.

“I’m sorry… Joy… I think that’s all I have left in me,” Sunny said between gasps.

Joy made note of her own throat and how dry it was. Whatever sound she was making while she borderline hallucinated, she’d be regretting it for a while. “All good. I was losing my sanity. That was unbelievable.”

Sunny giggled. It sounded painful. “The vibrator… or the surprise plug?”

Joy giggled back. “The plug was definitely a surprise. Was that the one with Jiu's face in it?”

“Mhm.”

“Cool,” Joy sat up, her head swimming in the aftermath. “But I just think it was you using the stuff that made it so good.”

Sunny seemed invigorated by the compliments. She smiled and reached under the bed, making some noise and bringing up a bottle of water. The two of them swapped it back and forth until it was empty and then collapsed into one another, idly feeling each others' bodies up the whole time.

“Does that mean you’re up for another… night like this? Or day?” Sunny asked as she fondled Joy’s tits. It sounded like she had sobered up, at least most of the way. Joy was too afraid of what she would see to look at a clock.

“You fucking know it,” Joy responded while she brushed her fingers up and down Sunny’s inner thighs. It was a reflex for her to agree, but she cringed inwardly as soon as she did, realizing how much more sober she had become herself, and how she wished she wasn’t. She was thinking about Cheungae again.

There was a barrage of light kisses all over her face, neck, and chest. Sunny looked far too happy for Joy to feel okay about retracting her statement.

“Maybe not right now though,” Joy said, just in case Sunny was already getting ideas. “We should really get to bed.”

She didn’t hear any arguments. They simply got up, and only long enough to flip up the duvet, flinging all of the remaining sex toys off, and jumped underneath.

It took a minute for Joy to realize she needed to remove the surprise butt plug. It was easy enough, and she ended up tossing it to the floor without looking at it.

Joy wrapped herself around Sunny. She was usually the big spoon, not that it bothered her. Sunny’s bare back felt comfortably hot against her chest and stomach. Cheungae liked being the big spoon too. He’d swap with her all the time…

“Hey, Sunny?”

“Mmm?” Sunny was on the verge of sleep, it seemed.

Joy lowered her voice, barely above a whisper. “Have you ever thought about… Settling down, I guess? Just being with one person?”

She didn’t expect Sunny to have an immense store of wisdom, but she hoped for more than what she got: a snore.

“Good night to you too, Sunny.”

#red velvet smut #snsd smut #girls generation smut #joy #sunny

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dorktasticsoul · 2 years

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Since I’ve been gone so long….

QUICK MOBILE LINKS: Downloads // Stories // WCIF

I’d like to let my followers know a little bit about the type of Simblr I am.

First and foremost, hello! My name is Savannah and I’ve been a member of this community for almost 10 years. I’m a wife and mother. I’m addicted to The Sims CC, music, books and history. I’m goofy and random and I swear A LOT. I hope you enjoy my content. Remember to please be respectful as I won’t hesitate to block anyone trying to start drama. I’m too old for that shit.

This post will be long and I’m sorry in advance.

I came to Simblr almost 10yrs ago looking for CC and fell in love with this community. I planted my own roots here and I’ve connected with some absolutely awesome and nicest individuals all over the planet. I ended up burning myself out of The Sims for awhile (and my son spilled soda in my gaming PC and it just died). I didn’t mean to stay gone as long as I did but life just got in the way of free time. In my absence, many of my favorite simmers have deleted or has gone MIA and I really miss them all. I’ve got so many great memories here. Simblr today is definitely not the same as it once was.

I have ALWAYS encouraged others to be their most creative self whether that be editing in photoshop, digital painting to creating Sims CC. It’s not very mature to call other people’s work “ugly” or discourage their creativity as they probably worked hard on it.

I’ve ALWAYS responded to every message and ask (except for rude/drama ones) and have done my best to keep up with post replies and tracked CC down for WCIF’s. If you have a question, don’t hesitate to ask!

Any CC I’ve created and shared has always been FREE and always been credited. I always tried to release some sort of CC as a way of saying “thank you for following me.” I will never guilt or beg anyone to download or use my CC.

I will NEVER ask you to send me money, donate or charge for any CC I may put out.

I’ve never once been rude to someone who wasn’t rude to me from the start. If you can’t show me respect, you don’t deserve mine.

I have NEVER and WILL NEVER participate in the drama plaguing this community (you can go through my posts to verify). I might post about where I stand in a certain situation but I’ll never actively engage in the back and forth bullshit. All I want to do is play The Sims, download and share awesome CC, meet nice simmers and see how different others play compared to how I play. If wanting to keep my Simblr simple and an enjoyable space for everyone without all of the drama offends you, then it’s totally okay to unfollow me or not follow me at all as you absolutely have that choice. Humans still have the right to have their own opinions without being publicly humiliated. Anyway, sorry for the long post but as I said, I was gone for a long time and just wanted to let the newbies know a little about me and my Simblr. I hope to interact with you guys and I hope you enjoy my past and upcoming content. I love you guys.

Oh, one more thing! My blog is a political bullshit free zone. It’s dedicated to Sims related things. This game is an escape from our harsh world and I don’t want or need any Karen telling me everything is [insert government leader here] fault mmmkay? kthxbye🙃❤️

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perhaps-in-anotherdream · 3 years

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[CN] S2 Victor- Right Now Is The Time (Eng Translation)

⌚ Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a company project that is yet to be released in the global server! ⌚

NOTE: This post features S2 Victor and MC, and takes place some time in between post-Chapter 4 and pre-Chapter 10. And it’s the 4th company project. However, it doesn’t contain any spoilers regarding the S2 storyline. I’ve listed the notable storyline mentions at the end of the post, so no worries about storyline spoilers! (◍•ᴗ•◍)

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[ SECTION 1 ]

The day before the show is officially about to be filmed, I’m setting up the apparatuses in the lobby of LFG.

The company’s new variety event “Right Now is The Time” is a workplace observation related reality show, filming the internship of five talented students working at LFG.

According to the script settings, they have to pass a number of tests with the aim of obtaining a formal offer.

In this process, we hope to be able to display young peoples’ ardent love towards life and strive towards improving themselves simultaneously.

The format of this show has been introduced via overseas. I have spent a long time in obtaining the copyright, and also spent quite a long time in convincing Victor to set the filming location at LFG.

Now that the progress is continuing without a flinch, and the filming is officially about to be started, I also can’t refrain from heaving a sigh of relief.

MC: Master, remember to take away all the wires from here when you leave later. Otherwise, the property owner will definitely say something when he sees them on his way to the office at 6 AM.

As I walk around in the construction site, I lower my head to reply to the messages in the group from time to time. Suddenly, as I turn my head, I almost bump into the person standing behind me head-on.

MC: Victor.... what are you doing here?

Victor pulls away from me slightly, sweeping his gaze at the several cameras hanging high up on the wall.

Victor: This is LFG. What do you mean what I’m doing here?

MC: ....No, that’s not what I meant. I mean, why are you still at the office now. It’s already one o’clock.

Victor: Just got finished. What have you got up here?

MC: It’s nothing. The master will be done in a moment. It certainly won’t affect your company’s regular work tomorrow.

Victor seems to be about to say something when an abrupt call pops up on my phone. I embarrassedly duck my head at him, and tap on the call button.

Anna: MC, are you still at LFG? We have just gone through the script, and kept feeling that we won’t be able to shoot so much in one day. We have to pick out some contents to delete.

Anna: How about you do a round trip to the office, and we go over it one last time?

MC: Okay. I’m also done here anyway. I’ll go back right now. Are you guys hungry? I could buy some late-night snacks and bring them up.

Anna: No need for late-night snacks. We will try to get it done within the shortest possible time.

MC: Alright. I’ll be at the office within half an hour.

I hang up the phone, and turn my head to look at Victor. Even before I can say anything, he opens his mouth immediately.

Victor: I’ll drive you to the office.

MC: It’s okay. I can go back on my own. It’s too late already. You’d better go back and rest.

Victor: You also know it yourself that it’s too late.

He stares at me for a couple of moments, and seems to sigh. Then he takes out the car key from his pocket, motioning me to walk towards the elevator.

Victor: I happen to be going to the airport. I’ll drop you off on the way.

Victor: I’ll be away on a business trip these two days. If you need anything, look for Goldman directly. He will help you in arranging it.

MC: OK. But....

Did he set off for going to the airport in the middle of the night, and is going to attend a meeting on the next day straight away? Although I’ve always known that his work intensity is like this....

Victor: But what?

I fish out a picture from my phone and send it to him, smiling at him jestingly.

MC: I’ve sent you a phone wallpaper.

There are only six words written on the black background with white characters: “Working-class people, working-class souls.”

[ Note: It’s actually sort of a running joke in Chinese “打工人, 打工魂” (dǎ gōng rén, dǎ gōng hún) about the distress of the working class people :(. It has a rhymed version of it in English, but I’m not going to mention it here cause I’m not sure if I should be typing the word haha~ ]

MC: Although I know you are a capitalist, but you are able to understand the spirit.

MC: CEO Victor~ mutual encouragement!

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[ SECTION 2 ]

Before Victor returns from the business trip, I specifically give him a call, wanting to arrange for one of the outstanding performing interns in the show to pick him up at the airport.

I really can’t bear to miss on a good filming material like this.

Victor is speechless on the phone for about 10 seconds before he finally sighs.

Victor: The audiences with little common sense would know that, it’s not within the turns of an intern to pick-up at the airport.

MC: Yes, yes, yes, it’s certainly not within the turns of an intern to pick-up the CEO at the airport. But CEO....

MC: You have great compassion towards considering the ratings of my shows. And you also know how important your appearance for this show is....

MC: You promised me, that you could make an appearance in the trailer for at least 3-5 seconds.

Victor: But according to my understanding of you, when you have a great amount of source materials, it’s impossible to have only 3-5 seconds.

MC: This is no surprise.

MC: You already knew this, and you still promised me. It’s clear that this 3-5 seconds is not the important point. The important point is making the appearance in the appropriate way.

MC: I think going with this pick-up method is very appropriate!

MC: Just be yourself. Whether you want to speak or not, what to say or how to say it, it’s all up to your pleasure, CEO Victor. Is this OK?

An almost inaudible sigh can be heard from Victor over the phone.

Victor: OK. I’ll arrive at 4 PM on the day after tomorrow. If you want to film the pick-up, make the arrangements in advance.

MC: The arrangements will certainly be made adequately for you! I’ll ask Goldman for the flight number.

Victor: Your tone sounds like you’re going to make arrangements with great fanfare.

MC: It’s just.... such as, since it’s a cameo, what kind of clothing and make-up....

Victor: No need.

MC: ....

MC: Yep, yep, yep. No need. CEO Victor will win the show as soon as he steps in front of the lens of the camera. We focus on the authenticity.

Victor: I still have matters to attend to. Let’s leave it here.

MC: You go ahead. I’ll get in touch with you the moment there is some progress!

Since I’ve received the special authority to shoot, I naturally arrange everything up frantically.

On the day of picking up at the airport, I sit in front of the monitor from beginning to the end, and stare at it from the first second Victor gets into the car to the final second. The result is beyond expectation—

Unexpectedly, he and the intern in charge of picking up hasn’t spoken a word.

The big brother in charge of filming laughs out loud as he looks at it: Playing this segment of 3-5 seconds would do it. Perhaps the audiences are going to feel like they are stuck in the frame.

MC: [ Talking to herself ] ....Victor wouldn’t be so stingy to really just give me a few seconds of materials, would he?

I wait until the filming clearance carrying great doubts, and is just intending to look for the intern in charge of picking up and ask a few questions, but that person disappears in the blink of an eye.

After a while, he comes over and finds me, additionally carrying a paper medicine bag in his hand.

Intern: Sister MC, CEO Victor spoke a few words with me after getting off the car. I felt his voice sounded a little hoarse. Would you like to send this to him?

MC: A little hoarse?

Intern: Mm, it felt like a cold. Luckily, we have also been on a project with CEO Victor in the past 2 days. Director Zhang said he even received an email from CEO Victor at 3 o’clock last night. The temperature difference in these two days was so huge and CEO Victor hasn’t rested well. So he might have caught a cold.

A wave of worry floats to my heart as I carry the medicine bag in my hand.

This person.... still doesn’t understand when he starts to feel unwell, nor does he know to make a sound about it.

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[ SECTION 3 ]

I knock on the door to Victor’s office, and there is no response for a long time.

This kind of situation is very rare. I feel a little worried, and twist the doorknob to push open a little crack.

Victor leans back in his chair, dozing off. I haven’t pushed the door too loudly, but it still wakes him up.

He straightens up his back, and reaches out his hand to pinch the space between his eyebrows as he looks at me.

I feel somewhat very bad, and simply walk straight over.

MC: ....Did I wake you up? The intern said your voice sounded a little hoarse. So he bought some medicines for you, and asked me to bring them to you.

MC: Are you OK?

I can’t help stepping forward, and reaching out my hand to place it on his forehead. He has just woken up, his reaction clearly hasn’t come over, and he doesn’t even frown almost subconsciously like ordinary times.

MC: Fortunately, it’s not a fever.

Victor adjusts his suit, picks up the cup, and takes only one sip before putting it down again.

Victor: It’s no big deal.

....His voice indeed is very hoarse, and one can tell it’s a cold just by hearing it.

I rummage through the bag of medicines, and inside are throat-smoothening lozenges, indigowoad roots, fever patches– everything needed is available. It can be clearly seen that the person who bought the medicines was considerate and very attentive.

— Someone might be able to take over the job from Goldman in the future.

I eye up his cup once again. Thinking that the water inside surely have gotten cold a long time ago, I smoothly tear open a bag of indigowoad roots right away, and give it to Victor to brew up.

He actually doesn’t refuse, lifts up the cup with his both hands, letting the warm steam rising from the cup to blow on his face.

It’s rare for me to see him with the appearance of being unable to lift up his spirits like this, and I truly can’t help but frown.

MC: Why is it that the first thing you do after getting off the plane is coming back to the office, and not give yourself even a day of sick leave?

Before Victor can say anything, his phone sitting on the table starts vibrating.

I look at the lock screen illuminated by the light. Surprisingly, it really is that picture of “Working-class people, working-class soul” I have given him earlier.

Victor ignores the phone, and lowers his head to drink two sips of the indigowoad roots.

Victor: There are two more meetings in the evening, and the time was fixed already a long time ago.

The implication is that, it’s not happening.

My very soul is shaken: When the capitalists work with all their might like this, what qualifications do I have to not make great efforts.

MC: ....If this segment of yours is included in the show, LFG’s stock price will have to rise by at least three limit ranges.

Victor casts his everyday speechless expression at me. Judging from this reaction, it must have gotten a little bit slower due to the dizzy state he has been in just a moment ago.

I set my heart down, and shove my both hands inside the pockets of my coat.

MC: If you’re all right, I’ll go on and continue to keep an eye on the progress. There are throat-smoothening lozenges in that medicine bag. Remember to take them if your throat feels uncomfortable.

Victor nods, and as soon as I turn my head, he picks up the phone.

MC: Remember—

I suddenly recall when I have walked to the door, and smile at him as I lean against the crack of the door.

MC: To drink plenty of hot water!

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[ SECTION 4 ]

Today’s filming goes on till 10 o’clock, and wraps up without a hitch.

I heard Goldman say that Victor’s meeting has also adjourned about at this same time. I buy some food for him and bring them over. As expected, he really hasn’t eaten again.

He is probably tired, and doesn’t hold it against my meddling in other people’s business, nor does he mock my poor order.

Just as I have set the four dishes on the coffee table, he then picks up the chopsticks on his own.

MC: Chicken, fish, less salt, less oil, and high protein.

MC: How’s this? This sick meal is still not bad, right? [1]

Without making any assessment, Victor picks up the rice, and tastes two bites in order to show his affirmation.

Victor: How’s the filming of the show coming along?

MC: Surprisingly good.

When the topic of the interns who participated in the filming of the show is raised, I don’t know how am I supposed to praise them.

MC: Kids nowadays can be extremely quick-witted. They learn things both fast and well, and are also very savvy about interpersonal relationships....

MC: Each one of them are standard template for the business elite.

MC: There is this one intern who came to LFG on the first day, and the department manager called him to write a summary on the conference....

MC: He said straightforwardly that he didn’t know how to do it, and requested for someone to teach him.

MC: And at that time, we were even talking about it encircling behind the monitor.

MC: If it were up to the conventional thinking, the audience surely would have thought that he’d be stifling, be scarlet red in the face and enter the conference room trembling in fear.

MC: In the end, not only did he not have any of those, but was even very frank with his approach. This kind of self-confidence is too rare.

Victor suddenly laughs while eating.

Victor: Do you think they are all just like you?

MC: ....What’s wrong with me!

Victor: Always preferring to buff your way out.

MC: Am not!

Even if I really have, it was also a long time ago. Things are very different now.

MC: Anyway, not....

Victor is still smiling. His smile makes me feel that these few clearly light and bland dishes must be very tasty indeed.

Victor: Considering your opinion, they all possibly will get the offer smoothly?

MC: Of course.

MC: Trust me. They are all excellent. You were able to attract such a group of youngsters towards LFG, and have made the profit!

MC: And also after the show is broadcast, it will be a good thing for LFG’s publicity aspect too.

MC: Didn’t you say earlier that LFG’s Strategic Development Department wants to set up an image of high professionalism in the public’s eyes?

Victor: Since you are this set on heart about LFG’s future, you should be brought along to future meetings of the Strategic Development Department.

Victor: And give you the title of external consultant.

MC: I’ll come if I’m given the wages.

Hearing him speak in a voice a little more hoarse than in the afternoon, I think and know as well that he has spoken a lot during the meetings again. I get up to pour him a cup of hot water.

Victor doesn’t say anything, and carefully eats the food. Not a moment later, my phone rings out abruptly.

Kiki: Boss— I’ve something to ask you. How many minutes in total is the pilot episode going to run?

MC: Half an hour or so, I think. Take a look at the source material in use.

MC: ....Are you still at the office? It’s already half past ten. Didn’t I say you can take an early break today to rest.

Kiki: Alright, I’ll go back immediately. Boss, you should call it an early night too.

Victor puts down the bowl and chopsticks, and leisurely wipes his lips while shooting me an alarming glance.

Victor: It’s so late already. You’re not off work either.

Victor: And you still call someone else a workaholic?

[ Note: The phrase used here is “人家” (rén jia) which can be translated to other people/someone else. But it’s also used to referring “oneself” as “people/someone.” So basically here, Victor is saying how MC calls him a workaholic LOL. Similar to how the “a certain someone” phrase is often used in their conversation. ]

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[ SECTION 5 ]

I stare at Victor, and sigh in a manner as though I want to say something but am hesitating.

MC: But I came here to bring you dinner in the spirit of dedication based on “It is everyone’s duty to take care of the Boss.”

MC: Did you just classify this as autonomous overtime activity?

I hold out my hand towards him.

MC: How about you pay for the overtime?

Victor shoots me a glance, and simply purses his lips with a faint smile.

Victor: I don’t know if I can afford to pay the charges of the gold medal producer.

I laugh along with him, and raise my eyebrows imitating the way he usually does.

MC: If you can’t afford to pay, I can give you a discount.

As we are talking, Kiki sends me a rough cut of the video that’s going to be used in the pilot. I place my phone on the coffee table, and turn it in an angle that both Victor and I can see.

MC: Just in time. Let’s have a little look at the clip of the show with dinner.

This segment happens to be the scene when the interns were being interviewed.

At first glance, they all appear to be business elites clad in suits and with boundless prospects. But the tension in between waiting during the intervals is entirely visible to the unaided eye.

....Also there was a young girl, as a result of being too keyed-up, she even decided to memorize a piece of English text to loosen up for a while.

I watch with keen interest, and Victor looks at my gaze with keen interest.

Their expression and state of affairs– immediately makes me evoke all of that scene in one go, that time back then, when I stood in front of Victor.

Victor: What’s on your mind that you’re so engrossed in watching?

MC: Don’t you have a sense of resonance? Weren’t you like this when you were young?

Just as expected, Victor gives an expression of “Of course not.”

....Is the world so enormously uneven?

Victor bores through two more segments anyway, and the video happens to be onto the time when the interns were receiving their written notice of the internship prepared by the program team.

MC: Yesterday Anna discussed with me that this pilot segment is intended for setting up the keynotes for the show, and in what pattern the character are written here is very important.

MC: What we are thinking about at the moment is— Beginning from here on out, may we all have a luminous and sparkling future ahead of us with boundless prospects.

MC: What do you think?

Victor has been titling his head to the side throughout as he listens to my words, showing no expression of evaluation.

Victor: About what exactly to do on your shows, don’t you usually ask for less of my specific opinions?

I tap pause on the video, and the frame rests on the glass window outside the LFG building, reflecting off the blue sky and white clouds.

MC: This time it’s different. This group of youngsters are from LFG.

MC: You’ve worked so hard in creating LFG to have a platform so bright and beautiful....

MC: Isn’t it just in the hope that even more people will find broader future here.

Victor’s gaze remains calm and collected, and a smile has been gracing the corners of his lips all along.

It’s already very late at night. Seeing that Victor has also had his fill, I tidy up the coffee table at once, get up and gesture at him.

MC: Let’s go CEO. Time to get off work.

MC: I’ll drive you home.

Victor is clearly taken aback for a moment.

Victor: You’ll drive me?

I nod boldly and self-righteously.

MC: Goldman got off work already at an earlier time, and also greeted me just before leaving. You’ve taken the cold medicine tonight. I’m driving, okay.

Victor: ....

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[ SECTION 6 ]

My car is parked directly opposite the elevator. As soon as Victor steps out of the elevator, he walks straight over to the backseat, pulls open the car door, and hops in without saying a word.

I fasten my seatbelt in the driver’s seat, and can’t help from glancing over at the back seat.

MC: CEO Victor, generally speaking.... at times like this, you should be taking the passenger seat.

Victor looks down at his phone without even lifting his head for a bit.

Victor: I’m not used to with sitting in the passenger seat. [2]

MC: ....Fine.

After all, he is the CEO. It makes sense that he has never sat in the passenger seat before.

I suddenly recall the app-based taxi guidance, and repeat them without missing a word.

MC: Our trip is about to begin. Please fasten your seatbelt. Is the temperature inside the car fairly appropriate?

This time, Victor lifts up his head to look at me, his eyes laced with very obvious confusion.

Evidently, the CEO has almost never taken a taxi either.

Overjoyed, I drive the car out of the parking lot, then immediately lower half the car window, letting the unrestrained sweet night breeze of spring to blow in.

Victor hasn’t said anything all the way, typing down messages on his phone from time to time.

Halfway through the journey, Victor puts the phone back in his pocket, leans back in the seat and looks outside window, laughing in a lazy manner as though soliloquizing.

Victor: You are the person I know, who very rarely let me set down my work to rest.

I think back carefully— in fact, that was not the case. It’s just not in his memory. *[ clutches chest ]*

But now, it really isn’t my habit to speak up too much to persuade him into something. He has his own principles and reasons for everything he does....

MC: You won’t listen even if I said so anyway.

MC: Also.... work is a very important thing to you. I can understand that.

Half the side of Victor’s face is reflected on the dark tinted car window, and his eyes are casted towards me in alarm, within which are reflected the gorgeous neon lights of the city.

Victor: Does work have to be a very important thing?

The lights of the street lamps fall on the asphalt road. This road, carpeted with light, seems so far away that it doesn’t have an end.

MC: Mm.... work is a very important thing.

MC: Work is akin to flights of steps. By stepping up and standing in an even higher place, you can then do the things you want to do more.

MC: Perhaps back then, the CEO of LFG has also been just like these group of youngsters. Clad in a suit, standing at the starting point, and then he walked on his way to this day.

In the rearview mirror, Victor locks eyes with me meaningfully. This is an expression I’m familiar with, an expression that represents his tacit understanding.

Victor: Earlier, did you want to have me attend the show’s press conference?

I pick up on the keynote, and hurriedly get my spirits up.

MC: You agreed!

Hearing my absolutely certain tone, Victor smiles faintly.

Victor: I haven’t said anything yet.

MC: I still have some of that sharp workplace acumen, and don’t need to be told everything by the CEO to get it right. I can understand the spirit on my own.

Victor doesn’t say anything anymore, and he lowers the car window too. Seeing the night breeze messing up the fringes in front of his forehead, I’ve originally wanted to speak up, and remind him that he’s unwell and should refrain from blowing the wind....

On a second thought I feel, the breeze is very comfortable and is worth blowing.

Especially after constantly running around for several days, and after finally ending a busy and tiring day.

It’s worth blowing a little breeze, and having a look at this resplendent city.

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[ SECTION 7]

The press conference has been arranged at a hotel under the banner of LFG. Victor has been invited to attend, and he sits in the VIP area off the stage.

I’ve arranged the sequence of process in advance. The only thing he needs to consider is that going up on the stage– next, saying a few words to make an official speech, and that will suffice.

But today’s situation is comparatively lively, and the reporters are clearly very interested in LFG itself as well.

As soon as Victor comes up on the stage, there is constant applause, and the “click-click-click” sound of taking photos nearly overpowers the clamors of the tide of people.

The host has tried several times to ask Victor, who has already finished his speech and is getting off the stage, but couldn’t find the appropriate opportunity to do so. Thereupon, I cast an inquiring glance.

I’ve just got up, wanting to stop the reporters, but Victor lifts up his hand— which means is that, it’s fine.

Victor invites the reporters to ask questions one by one— in a manner that, he is in a very good mood today, and nobody will be refused.

Reporter: CEO Victor, is there any serious consideration behind LFG choosing to collaborate with this kind workplace related variety show?

Victor: There aren’t any serious considerations. We simply feel that, every one of the employees working at LFG are excellent, and they are worthy of being seen by everyone.

Reporter: Excuse me, CEO Victor, do you have anything to say to these young people who have become a member of LFG?

After glancing at me faintly, Victor once again looks towards the press box, and opens his mouth unhurriedly, uttering the words that I have said in front of him before.

Victor: I hope that they will set sail on their journey from LFG, and have a luminous and sparkling future with boundless prospects.

When the applause rings out, I suddenly realize that– I, too, have apparently set sail on my journey clumsily under Victor’s wings, and then slowly walked on my way to this day.

Regardless of the time, the LFG he has created, the doors of this tremendous business empire is wide open to all dreams, waiting for young people, waiting for everyone.

The letters “LFG” have long since not only been the bearer of Victor’s expectations and prospects alone.

After walking through the entire sequence of events, the press conference is officially concluded.

As soon as the hotel brings up the wine and food for the buffet, I immediately offer my eager attention to Victor, busying myself with choosing the champagne to bring over to him.

MC: Is CEO Victor fairly satisfied with this press conference?

Victor takes the wine glass in my hand, and gently raises his hand to gesture at me.

Victor: This is your show, as long as the producer is satisfied with it– that will do.

From my peripheral vision, I catch a glimpse of the interns in the show being huddled together, taking selfies against the signature board at the doorway, and am instantly struck by an idea.

MC: Victor, why don’t you wish me a future with boundless prospects too, and give me a blessing for good luck.

With one hand in his pocket, Victor turns his head to look at me.

Victor: You’re already very luminous and sparkling. Do you still need to ask for this kind of blessing for good luck?

MC: The more the better.

A smear of smile hangs across the side of Victor’s lips, and he even mulls it over for a while.

Victor: In that case, I wish that you.... can always sparkle luminously, at all times.

I’m able to intuitively grasp a little bit of the implied meaning within his words. Accordingly, I draw closer to Victor.

MC: Just like you?

Victor slightly lowers his eyes to regard me, his gaze- carrying within them a smile lands on my face.

Victor: If you want to, you can.

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[ EXTRA TIDBITS: ]

[1] - MC is referring to the time Victor was in hospital in CH 4.

[2] - Victor mentions this event during the car tampering incident of CH 10, when MC told him that he’d get penalty for running the red light, and he replies with- that it’s fine cause he has a driver LOL.

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#Fluffy goodness for the heart (*´ω｀*)#pardon my thousand screenshots >.<#mlqc cn #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc spoilers #mr love victor #mldd victor #mlqc #mr love queen's choice #li zeyan #李泽言 #恋与制作人 #love and producer #mlqc s2 #mlqc season 2 #mlqc translations #The anon who asked for it- I hope you see this~ ♡

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lovee-infected · 4 years

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Hi there! How would the twst boys react to their s/o being slapped by Eliza 😂. Thanks for feeding us the wonderful headcanons! 💜

I love writing for such brilliant ideas , enjoy !

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle goes blank for a second , unsure what to say or how to react : Half of him wanted to act in and condemn ghosts for their arrogance to lay a hand on you but on the other hand , he knew that he didn't have the right to ; It was their brides choice and she did have the right to do it - which wasn't really pleasant -

You give him a sad look , expecting a show of mercy of sympathy , but he didn't move an eyebrow

You run to a silent corner to cry , and he comes after you . Riddle gives you a hug and apologizes that he couldn't help anything back then

He criticizes your movements as well , how you didn't present yourself properly and why Eliza could've changed her mind

But in the end ; he gives you a small reminder : " Perfect or not , know that you're enough for me ,"

Trey Clover

He got slapped himself so he understands how the world flashed before your eyes for a second

You look a bit down about failing so easily while you were trying to help ; but so did Trey . You get each other on that point

He barely notices it but he literally doesn't know how to flirt , but he tries his best to cheer you up "Ah don't give me that face ! At least you were waaay better than me,"

Well , maybe you weren't such an overly perfect being but neither was Trey , he was just an ordinary guy you'll get to see everyday ; not a stunning prince . It seems like the two of you come from a rather similar level

Perhaps that's why the two of you get along pretty well

Cater Diamond

You didn't expect him to even put his phone down for you but he eventually did ; you find it pretty odd to see him this eager about anything without wanting to share it via Internet , but it also means that he does care for you

He doesn't bother touching your cheek and asking if it hurts

He plants a small kiss on your blushing face and then goes salty again : " So glad that she didn't get you , means you're still all mine ! "

He brings up his phone and before you could've recognized , takes a selfie of him kissing an all shocked you . You beg him to delete it but he isn't listening , but he insures you that this one's a private issue so he won't post it ; perhaps the first selfie he isn't going to share anywhere

Ace Trappola

Trey and Riddle grab his body and mouth before he could do something stupid , how dare she , how dare she slaps you !?

Ace ws already tired of this drama with the hopelessly romantic bride , and you were the final shock .

" SHE IS A HUNDRED TIMES BETTER THAN Y-" Ace tries to shout at Eliza but Riddle grabs him by collar and puts a hand on his mouth : "YOU IDIOT WHAT ARE YOU..."

You come to calm him down , insisting that it's really nothing important , you didn't care . He still seems to be really pissed off at Eliza : " Huh , does she really think that she's any big deal ? My- girls are really crappy sometimes ,-"

Ace refuses to believe that you don't feel any offended so he pulls you to his embrace and keeps on sending you positive vibes non-stop : " You're gorgeous (y/n)! I mean it ! You're smart , talented , dignified ..."

Deuce Spade

He is low-key happy that you two join him at the losers bench . At least you won't now see him as the awkward loser he was in front of Eliza ; not too much to say

"So you too got slapped ?" he tells you he has no idea how to start the conversation

He knows that he is supposed to do something better but he is just blank about it

One half of him wants to hug you and tell that it's fine , then ask if you think he's awkward or something . But the other half just doesn't know what to say

He says that you two must learn some social skills together , that's the most he can do to flirt now : He soft boy

Leona Kingscholar

He actually doesn't mind insulting you a little for getting slapped . He's pissed off himself so he appreciates teasing you

From putting on a cocky smile and smirking to playing with you using sarcastic words

His very last sarcasm seems to be the worst : " I can say that you are way lower than royal standards ,"

But he puts a different end to his words : "...But since I as well got rejected , I guess we're now rejected mates ,"

Is it his sarcastic way of saying a small "I love you" ? Yes it is

Ruggie Bucchi

He didn't bother to come and try proposing , but wasn't expecting for you to try either . He lets out one of his Hyena-like giggles and comes to you

" Was that bride this savage ? Then I'm thankful that I didn't show up ! " he sneakers

He disappears for a second and comes back with an ice-pack : " Geez , it's my third time doing it today . Come over ," he tells you

He already did it for Leona and Jack because he was told to , but he is all ready to give you all those services and more to you

He does enjoy teasing you , but nursing you in situations like this is another hubby of him , after all you're an exception

Jack Howl

He kinda feels guilty about you getting slapped ; he shouldn't have let you tried it anyway . The possibility of you making it was low and you weren't a NRC student anyway

He knows that everyone else were the same but when it was you who got slapped right in front of everyone , he fears it being an issue

He quickly checks on you to see if you're fine and or need a doctor

He is a bit worried about your face swelling so he takes you school's nurse

On your way back , you thank him because of caring for you and he starts to blush and denies it all : " What do you mean ? It was nothing important . No need to thank ,"

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul grabs your hand , wishes Idia a happy marriage and the two of you leave the rest in the middle of chaos

He nags under the lips , telling how he wished others to let him turn her into a little clam

He telles you what an unfortunate soul Eliza is , not only did she die on her marriage day but she also lost perfect lover such as you

He doesn't care about the rest now , so he decides to leave them on their own and instead , have some free time with you

While you wear having some tea at mostrolounge , he shakes head and insults Eliza : " You are surely too much for her , my dear (y/n) . Ghosts always envy humans ; specially when it comes to someone as great as you ~"

Jade Leech

Eliza is now pretty odd to him , first she dislikes the flowers , and now , she rejects you ? Ghosts seem to be even weirder than surface creatures , he thinks

He understands the high standards required while choosing a partner , but you don't seem to lack anything ? How strange

He even cares to ask Eliza about what she might have disliked about you since you don't seem to have any problems , but he avoids it anyway because he isn't ready to get secondly slapped

He offers you a short walk with a bright smile , and you accept

" Miss Eliza surely has weird standards , (y/n) sweetie . You were perfect enough to win ,"

Too bad Crowley insists on them respecting their ghost visitors as long as the stay , Jade is really encouraged to give them a lesson . But uh , he has to have a hold of himself as Octavinelle's vice dorm leader

" Too bad she is dead , flowers would have had an interesting effect if she weren't ," he sighs

Floyd Leech

This bride is getting on his nerves , loud , dumb , in love with a blue , awkward chicken and finds silly excuses to reject everyone proposing to her. If she weren't dead , Floyd would wish her to be . Some brats are better dead

He doesn't see any need to spoil you , but he decides to spill somevtea since it was you " Don't worry shrimpy . You may not be perfect , but she's worse than you , " he flirts .He gives you a tight hug and squeezes you , rambling that it's because Eliza didn't let him do that

He actually finds the red mark on your face cute , saying that it makes your skin color just similar to a shrimp .

He can't help loving your -shrimp-like face - and so , he lowers his head and gives it a small kiss

Vil Schoenheit

If Eliza were alive , Vil would love it now to burn her alive in a huge dig of poison . Or maybe feed him to the dogs , both seem nice

He gently holds your face within his hands and carefully looks at the mark Eliza left behind

He curses under the lips and then pulls you into a soft hug : " Don't mind her love , lowly creatures are unworthy of true beauty , don't let their though bring you down," he mumbles

He absolutely hates being disrespected like this , so he leaves it to Rook and Epel ; though he doubts them being any helpful

He takes you to Pomefiore for firstly , making sure that your slapped face won't swell and then , giving you a full day spa . From extreme showers to putting on your makeup

When you're done , he stares at you through the mirror and smiles : " What an idiot she was to lose this stunning beauty of yours ,"

Rook Hunt

This bride keeps fascinating him , first Vil and now you ? Good god , she is pathetic

Rook really looks up to both of you as a symbol of beauty , grace and in general , perfection . Seeing the two of you being insulted like this is a real pitty

He is being relied on as one of the only four guys who didn't get slapped so he sadly doesn't have much time to comfort you now ; so he comes up with a new idea :

He asks you to give him the pleasure and be his : Bride model ; he has got plenty of tricks up his sleeve , but he still needs to practice them on someone

His long and beautiful poem which was hiding an I love you within its words , and his brilliance ways of winning one's heart leave you speechless ; not ever imagining that he might be this much of a romance man

He practices literally anything he was planning to do with you , and then comes up with the final words : " Dearest (y/n) , would you give me the honor of being your servant of love for eternity ? "

Epel Felmier

You got...what ? Epel was a normal guy at least in his own opinion , Vil senpai was surely beautiful but...not perfect either . But why you ? You didn't seem to have any specific problems . He doesn't like this thing with proposing anyways , so he was hoping someone , specially you , to succeed before he has to...

He is supposed to be practicing dos and don'ts of being a perfect groom , but he just can't do it without checking on you

He comes to you and gives you a tight hug , asking if you're alright

He confesses that he as well is now really scared since he has never even kissed a girl before , but he's going to try his best and put an end into this

He isn't the best of his own , but if a prince on a white horse is what this Ghost needed , he is going to make it , and prove it to you that he can

Kalim al asim

He doesn't know what is going on when you face him with your half red face , he gasps and worriedly starts asking questions : was there a fight ? Did you get hurt ? Was someone trying to bully you ? Who on earth had dared to do this to you !?

You explain the whole issue with he ghost bride and how almost everyone got slapped , making him calm down a bit

He now wants to have a word with this bride , it's rude to slap people just because you don't like them and that really bugs Kalim

Jamil stops him by reminding that it's none of Scarabia's business and as the dorm leader , he has to stay here taking care of more important stuff

Kalim has to agree but he isn't quite satisfied , but he comes up with another way to cheer you up :

" Imagine you're the bride and I'm proposing to you , let's see if I get slapped or not ! "

Jamil Viper

Just as Kalim , he can't imagine why you got slapped for at first but when you explain , he chills a bit

Most of the brides Jamil know gave in to marriage after being given tons of gold and jewelry , but since it is with a ghost , he wondered what might actually attract her. Princesses have to marry people from the same level as themselves , probably a prince or someone pretty rich ; so he isn't really fascinated that you and others all got slapped

He can't help it much , but perhaps insulting all other guys losing their chance is something he would appreciate talking about . It isn't clear if he wants you to feel better by neglecting every other guy or is just trying to chill a bit ; anyways it's joyful for you to talk and having him spending some time with you alone

Idia Shroud

Idia is locked inside the room ,, but he hears sound of you trying to propose to Eliza . His feeling are a bit complicated , both hopeful that Eliza would give up on him because of you and jealous of Eliza , whom you proposed to. No one's here to see him can freely admire your beautiful words coming one after one , and then an unexpected sound : You got slapped

Idia now has lost both his very last hope to get freed and his temper : His hair is slightly turning read . This crazy bride made him lose the global championship league of his favorite video game (since he was tied up by her ) and now slaps you !?

His thoughts are really wild now , especially because of how he can't do anything at all . He wishes he could see you and tell how beautiful and great he thinks your proposal was , hopeful that it'll make you smile

You still went out of his way and tried to free him , and that was more than enough for Idia . All he wishes is to see one more time and get to tell how he feels for you♥

Ortho Shroud

This ghost : Kidnapped his brother and now , slaps you

Who says robots can't feel anything ? Because now , Ortho is mad

He really does want to hack all of NRC's servers and share pictures of ghosts who dare kidnapping and insulting students without the principal doing anything . That'd be an end to Mr Crowley's career but since he isn't doing anything serious , he deserves it

You apologize him because of failing to save his brother , but he just gives you a hug telling how scared he is

You and Idia are the most important people in his life , he just can't stand having you hurt . Not even imagining what he might do if he loses any of you

Malleus Draconia

He wasn't there to recognize this any sooner , but Lilia and Sebek did tell him everything .He shouldn't show up in front of any other students (because they might spoil his real name ) and shouldn't show up in front of any ghosts (because they may catch him and force him to propose ). He was thinking of meeting you in front of ramshackle drom ; your regular corner but since there as well is haunted by the ghosts , he can't help but to wait for this drama to cool down

When you finally return to Ramshackle dorm in the middle of the night , your unexpected guest , tsuno-tarou , is waiting for you

You are suspicious that you didn't see him at all today , so he explains that due to some reasons he couldn't make it . He says hat he doesn't really know what had happened since he stayed in dorm all day , so you go on telling everything from the very beginning . He already knows everything but wants to hear it all from you one more time . He likes to see what they all might've looked like into your eyes . When you're done telling him the story , he giggles and asks one more question ; just curious to see how you'll answer : " So didn't you try proposing , or did you as well get slapped...?"

Lilia Vanrouge

This day was getting more and more complicated... First getting rejected for being too cute and having his 500+ year reputation ruined like this and now , you being the second to get slapped ; this isn't fair

He can help but to let his tears fall , if he's too cute then it's fine for him to cry . Sebek and you freak out in fear of him being through some sort of serious pain or injury , then he just laughs and tells you that he's alright . He just needed to comfort himself but freeing those tears

He doesn't see any need of today getting worse , so he doesn't mind flirting a bit . He jokes on whatever you rejected for not being more frustrating than being too cute and laughs

He thinks that you may like to talk more , so he brings up a more interesting issue : His hundred years experience with women

You are fascinated at how many times he has joined ladies for dances or drinking , yet has never been on a serious relationship

He's actually trying to spill more tea of his low experiements with relationships , hopeful that you get his point

Silver

You return along with Lilia and Sebek. , all of having half of your face red . Silver wasn't there to know what was going on or why Sebek is shouting at him for being a coward not trying to propose like a real man . Poor boy is just blank

Lilia takes Sebek along with him and leaves the two of you alone , so you start telling everything over . He tries his best to hide his laugh at the point where Sebek got slapped but he failed , then Lilia and finally , you

You tell him that you really feel frustrated about failing others and not being good enough , but it makes Silver gently laugh : " Well , from Leona Senpai to Mr . Vil , they all got slapped one by one , doesn't it sound a bit weird ? "

You surely don't get hos point so he continues : " When someone keeps rejecting everyone one by one , it means that they don't really know what they want. They're seeking perfection ; but no one's ever perfect enough for them . Through lovers would still love each other aside lacking too much on their own , and that's what makes their love last : They complete each other "

His words really move you and make you ask how he can tell all these words so beautifully

He gives you small smile and adds : " Well , it's because I've experienced it all with you "

Sebek Zigvolt

Having both master Malleus and you insulted on the same day : This is too much !

You shouldn't have been the one forced propose while others like Silver were laying comfortably on a sofa dreaming of rainforests and colorful birds , it wasn't your right !

He doesn't even ask , he immediately takes you to the nurse office to put a stick on your slapped face . You insist that it's be too much but he isn't listening

He then , apologizes for about an hour for not talking you out of something that wasn't even your duty and promises that there won't be a next time on it

You really get concerned at how stressed out this boy suddenly gets over nothing , so you cut him off by pulling yourself to his embrace and giving him a hug . He freezes at first , but then relaxes and hugs back

" Promise that I'll never let you down (y/n) , never"

♦♥♠♣

Tagging : @lilyholo @yourlittlerunt @minteasketches @epher-posts @takumipineapplexd @yandere-of-your-dreams

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not-poignant · 3 years

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I really want to write my own story but I am so afraid of antis. Todays people are horrible and they compare fiction with reality.... I am really scared they would find my story and start to send me death threats since my story is really REALLY dark. What should an author do if this happens? I know ignorance is a bliss but I don't think that I would be able to ignore it for so long. Sorry for my ask and thank you, Pia.

Hi anon,

There's a few things going on here.

Firstly, have you noticed that you speak in some absolutes that just aren't true? Saying 'Today's people are horrible' is just...not true. While it's definitely true that antis exist, the vast majority - the absolute vast majority - of readers and folks who interact with stories out there, aren't antis, and don't think fiction is the same as reality.

If you're telling yourself things like 'today's people are horrible' you're not giving yourself a chance to tell yourself things like 'there will be people who want to read this' and 'most people just won't read this if they don't feel like it' and 'most people do understand the difference between fiction and reality.' It's really hard to encourage yourself to share what you're writing if you imagine the world to be more falsely mean-spirited than it is.

Secondly, I don't know why your fic is so dark (i.e. I don't know if it's like a 'regular' amount of dark that's found in dark fics on AO3), there are ways to mitigate the anti response. Write under an account name that's not associated with any of your social media accounts. Make a separate email address and a separate account, and then make sure you set your fic to comment moderation.

You may still get flak from antis, but no one else will see it, and you aren't in any other way contactable on your main platforms, and you can just focus on approving the comments that support the fic. Most antis starve without internet oxygen, i.e. they go elsewhere after a while of trying to spew invective if no one else can see it. (Antis try to start shit with me via anon way more often than anyone truly knows, but once their asks get immediately deleted (and they get blocked), they almost always vanish after the first ask).

You can write it and not publish it, or choose to wait until AO3 introduces the ability to block users (this is eventually coming) so that you can block anyone who harasses you.

If you do get death threats, and you're really worried about it, then I can't tell you to 'write the fic anyway.' Antis have definitely stopped some people from writing fic, and caused others to sadly delete their fics (please always orphan, folks!), and I can't like, tell you to not be affected by things like that since obviously people are, because targeted bullying is harmful and it sucks. I don't know what kind of person you are, or whether you'd need professional or friend support to get through that, etc.

I'm pretty much teflon when it comes to antis, because I know the science re: fiction and media and reality (esp. when it comes to violence and sexualised violence). But not everyone is the same. And if you're someone who really believes that all of today's people are horrible, or doesn't believe that people will find your fic who like it (and honestly with some of the most extreme fics I've stumbled across, there are still people who kudos and comment on the fic if they find it well-written / it speaks to them), you might not be in a good space to encounter a minority of people who are horrible, it might feed into the untrue / irrational absolutism that all of today's people are horrible, and like, that...would not be great.

But yeah either way I'd definitely suggest starting a new account not connected to your pre-existing social media or other AO3 account. It takes 5 seconds to make a new gmail account, and about 2 minutes to link it to your pre-existing gmail account so you can get emails from it there. This is what I did with my 'thespectaclesofthor' account - though for different reasons - I made an account that had, for maybe a year, zero connections to my not_poignant account.

You can even post a 'test fic' with some of the content you write and see what happens. If the response is too intense or you don't like it, you can actually turn comments off that fic and then antis have literally no way of contacting you in that context ever again.

Things are more complicated if you write a really dark / extreme fic attached to all of your main accounts and your public identity (let's face it, the folks writing '3 year old Mob gets raped and/or tortured by Reigen' are not normally doing it under any username that's connected to their real identity or their main Twitter/Tumblr accounts etc). The fact is, most antis do actually stop being little assholes after a while and find someone new to target, but some don't. I've been lucky so far that I'm not regularly harassed, but other people are.

And you have to ask yourself if you're writing the kind of fic that will make even people who aren't antis not like the fic. Like, if you're just torturing and murdering a cast of beloved characters, pretty much not many fans in the fandom are going to enjoy that (though some still probably will), especially if you're doing it from a spiteful place - and then you have to ask yourself what you want to get out of publishing it. I.e. Do you want to upset people? Do you want people to feel uncomfortable, awful, or miserable? Are you prepared for the kinds of comments those people leave? Because those folks aren't antis at all, but people speaking through an emotional response can leave very strongly worded, even cruel comments - some people will just try and immaturely inflict the hurt on you, that you gave to them - are you prepared for that too if that's the kind of extreme content you're writing? (The best response to something like that is 'you saw the tags and warnings! Maybe avoid fics like this in the future' - neutral, and a reminder that they're responsible for themselves.)

Anyway as you can see, different types of 'extreme' can create different responses. I have no idea what you're writing! Not all 'extreme content' is built the same. But tl;dr - a separate AO3 account and using it to 'test' the platform with the kind of content you want to write can be a good way of seeing how you respond to the experience. Always, always make sure you tag and warn appropriately - over-warn even - for extreme content, and it can help to place a disclaimer in the author's notes to additionally warn people that if they don't like what they read, it's on them.

I hope you find a way through that works for you, anon!

#asks and answers #pia on fanfiction #purity wank #mostly i can't answer this one for you #but i can tell you ways to test writing this fic that won't lead back to your main accounts #so that you can find the answers yourself #as to how you should respond to antis #that's personal #i don't respond to most of them #it's not 'ignorance is bliss'#it's not blissful at all and anyone who told you that has misinformed you #it's 'not giving these assholes oxygen is the best thing i can do for my *readers*' - it is a conscious compassionate act #to make sure their harm stops with *me* and doesn't go any further #it's a choice #my general stance re: responding to antis is 'can i use this as an opportunity to inform and help others'#or 'can i make this post useful rather than hurtful'#if you can't - delete it - not just for you but for the sake of the majority of readers out there #who aren't at all horrible people

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coffeebeannate · 3 years

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A while back, @nilefreemans sent me a mistaken identify prompt for Kaysanova. PREDICTABLY, I’ve deleted the ask, and not saved it. Just trust me on that she sent it. I PROMISE.

I’m not taking a very “unique” direction here at all, BUT I still think I can make it cute.

He says.

ANYWAY

Tap. Scribble. Erase. Tap Tap. Scribble Scribble. Line. Curve. Erase. Tap Tap.

Joe was grateful, yet again, for his foresight and thought to always keep one of his small travel-sized sketchbooks on hand. Because, a glance to his phone happily told him it was just after three pm. Meaning he’d been waiting for just over an hour. And his phone had been silent since his last text.

I’m here. Light blue v-neck, black leather jacket. I picked the middle table. Easier to find.

Admittedly, the single ‘K’. He got as a response had not been encouraging.

(He had sent two more short texts, and gotten left on read. Also not encouraging)

Joe sighed to himself, figuring he could finish this sketch at the very least and not consider this a wasted afternoon. Deciding it would be far more fun to entertain himself by telling Booker what a spectacularly bad idea it had been to even arrange this ‘blind date’ in the first place.

“I swear he’s chill.” Booker had tried, once again to enamor Joe to the idea of having a date with his ‘slightly nerdy, meekish’ (Booker’s description) co-worker. “Man even just a hook up” (He’d ignored the face Joe made), “I dunno, something fun!”

Joe was thus considering what other ‘something fun’ ideas he could send Booker’s way, when he happens to glance across the cafe to a not-quite-but just starting to settle on the edge of frazzled looking man hovering at the edge of the counter-but not appearing to order anything.

If Booker’s description had been anything to go by, he was supposed to be looking for ‘one of those librarian types’. But Joe also told himself that Booker was absolutely, 100% flawed when it came to describing things, no matter how well-read the man actually was.

And this guy..this guy looked as though he’d just as soon as bite you as be approached, so Joe was heavily weighing his options here. (Maybe that was a bit dramatic, but considering the way he was staring at his phone and darting his eyes so fast Joe can’t even see the colour of them, it hardly seems a stretch).

Still-Joe’s been waiting for over an hour. And if nothing else, he’d like to at least get confirmation that it’s safe to go home. So he stands, pushing the chair back and leaving it partially tucked into the table, debating about how best to approach Sir Might Hiss At Me.

“Excuse me.” Joe tries, because it’s better than just ‘Hi’. He hopes. “You’re clearly very busy, I’m just wondering, are you uh, Harlow?”

Mr Perhaps Considering Using Claws glances up, and seems just as perplexed as Joe by the question. Now that he’s closer than five feet, Joe can tell from his eyes that he’s not quite as angry looking as he had at first surmised, and just seems startled and-if the slightly deep, dark circles are anything to go by exhausted. “No, sorry.” He says, before Joe actually registers he’s said it. His eyes are a fascinating blue-green-grey combination that looks like staring straight into a post-storm ocean.

Fascinating.

“Hello?” Joe blinks, and to his credit-not Harlow seems just as slightly dazed. Joe can just barely see lettering on the long-faded hoodie not-Harlow is wearing and blinks again, “Sorry, then, to bother you.”

“Don’t worry about it.” And Not-Harlow smiles, it looks tired, but friendly. “Waiting for someone? Could be somewhere else.”

“No, it’s.” Nobody puts ‘tell total stranger you’ve been horribly stood up’ in conversation etiquette books. “My friend” At least Joe’s conversation skills come in handy at times. “Set me up on a date, but well..”

“Was it a date you wanted, or a date your friend wanted?” Not-Harlow asked, and Joe laughs immediately, both startled and charmed by the bluntness. “He wanted it, he’s a pest. But in a good way, I guess. Harmless.”

“They say that about lots of pests.” Not-Harlow says, and Joe definitely needs a name now, because this is ridiculous.

“What sort of pests come to mind?” He asks, because-they’re talking now and neither of them seem that interested in breaking apart the conversation just yet.

Not-Harlow pockets his phone, propping his hip against the counter in a way that is far more attractive to Joe than it should be, brushing back errant strands of hair that may or may not have product in it for the slightly static appearance. (Though Joe would guess not).

“I can think of many, but I think I’d rather have your name. Because whoever stood you up may be missing out. But I’m hardly interested in being a repeat, should we keep talking.”

Damn.

Joe’s not sure if he’s impressed or slightly intimidated. “Joe.” Deciding to go with a healthy mix of both.

Since he gets a charming, if edged smile that does things to Joe’s brain that he’d rather save for those late night TV channels, he figures it was the right call. “Nicky” Not-Harlow, no, Nicky offers, extending his hand.

His grip is tight, slightly calloused, and perhaps a bit too mesmerizing.

“Nicky.” Joe repeats, smiling back, a little amused when Nicky, for all his confidence, ducks his head, “Care for a drink?”

“I do.”

(Joe gets a text hours later that is one line of peak nonsense from Harlow that he promptly deletes, along with the number. Even if Nicky tells him he should have kept it ‘just in case’.)

(”What for?” Joe asks, when Nicky mentions it. “To thank him for not coming.”)

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mischiefandi · 3 years

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✨Event Announcement !!✨

Hi everyone <33

SO i told yall i was planning something new for my blog and i actually got this idea not too long ago. I’ve got a new bi-weekly event in the works: let me explain !

✨Musical Monday✨

The concept behind this is fairly simple, i’ll explain below the cut !

Every other Wednesday, I’ll post a little something to remind you that Musical Monday is in the works for the following week. You can then send in either

-an album you enjoy by any artist

-or a spotify playlist (that you created or that someone else created (with credits pls!))

and

-a book/show/movie who’s characters you want me to pair the songs with

my job is to then assign the characters from these shows/movies/books to the songs in said playlist/album.

!! (you can specify who you definitely want to see in the list if you’d like but it’s not necessary) !!

Every other Monday (meaning every fortnight), I’ll be posting the characters with the songs as well as a piece of writing underneath explaining why I thought they matched the song.

The whole point of this is to discover new music, hopefully give you my own recommendations as well, and also just to have fun and spread some love for these characters. I also genuinely adore analysing characters and digging deeper into their story arcs so this’ll be the perfect opportunity for me to share my thoughts with you and hear your own!

✨What shows/movies/books can I request?✨

you can request just about anything however I obviously haven’t watched every show or movie on the planet and I have definitely not read that many books so here are a few ideas to get you all started if you’re at all interested:

anything MCU, Teen Wolf, Sex Education, Gossip Girl, Friends, How I Met Your Mother, Glee, Sherlock, any Choices book, the Haunting of Bly Manor, the Haunting of Hill House, the Office, Bridgerton, Harry Potter, the Hunger Games, the Maze Runner, Shameless, the Goonies, Outer Banks, the Society, Derry Girls, American Horror Story (1-7), Grey’s Anatomy, the 100, Star Wars, Fleabag, Little Women, Disney movies, Barbie movies, Narnia, and many many more

if there’s anything else in mind that’s not on this list, that’s 100% ok, you can definitely still send it in. if i haven’t seen/read it and don’t plan on doing so, i’ll just say so (respectfully ofc), or i’ll add it to the list of stuff i have to watch!

✨What type of music can I request?✨

I’m a big fan of indie rock, alt-rock, hard rock, pop, soul, 70s music, honestly you can send in just about anything, I’m always down to listen to new stuff and I’ll mostly be focusing on the lyrics anyway!

✨Can I request a show/movie/book if it’s been requested before already?✨

honestly there’s hundreds of combinations you could send in. Someone could send in a request for Derry Girls x a specific Harry Styles album, and two months later someone else could request Derry Girls x a David Bowie album, or request How I Met Your Mother x another Harry Styles album. There’s little to no chance you’ll request exactly the same thing as someone else so please don’t hesitate to send in your asks!

✨Themes?✨

it wouldn’t truly be a mischiefandi event if themes weren’t involved of course! when it comes to seasons, holidays and international days like Valentine’s, Christmas, Halloween, New Year’s Eve, Summer, Spring, Winter, Autumn, or other random prompts, I’ll tell you on the Wednesdays before Musical Monday, notifying you that it’s a special edition (along with additional guidelines if there are any).

✨Dos and Don’ts✨

do make sure to send in A) a playlist or album + B) a show, or movie, or book (remember: A+B!). I expect I’ll get quite a few requests over the next few months and I won’t have time to go and ask you for more info privately, so please send in both or I’ll have to delete your request.

do be patient with me! if you sent in a request a few months ago, chances are I’m still working on it or you’re on the list and I’m getting to you :)

do send in multiple requests if you want to! i genuinely will be super happy to add them to the list!

don’t harass me with the exact same requests over and over again please haha. Like I said, chances are you’re already on the list and it’s really easy to see when a specific anon keeps sending the same asks so pls don’t.

don’t be rude to other people if they don’t necessarily agree with your point of view about a specific character description. this is all meant to be fun and light-hearted. debating and discussing these characters is 100% encouraged as long as it’s constructive, polite, and civilised. any unnecessary rudeness or hate will be deleted immediately.

don’t make fun of people for the characters or books/movies/shows they like. if on one specific Musical Monday you see the post is about a show you’re not a big fan of, just scroll. let people enjoy things!

don’t hesitate to ask me any questions that you might have about Musical Monday. anon is always on for my shy peeps out there and i’m more than happy to give you more clarification if needed!

✨How do I get notified when Musical Monday happens?✨

i’ve updated my taglist google form so please click here and fill in the Musical Monday taglist box if you would like to be tagged every other Wednesday as a reminder for the next Musical Monday, and every Musical Monday of course.

You don’t have to be on my writing taglists to participate in this and you definitely don’t have to be on the Musical Monday taglist in order to send in a request. Anyone can join at any time, the taglist is only for the people that want to make sure they don’t miss a Musical Monday.

Again, if you have any questions about this game, my inbox is open <3

I am super excited about this project and I’ve been mulling it over for a little while now. Hopefully this is something that you guys will enjoy and want to participate it. I know a lot of you enjoyed the musical blurbs i did in November (still have a ton to do btw), so I thought that this could be fun also! My hope for this game is that it’ll create dialogue about these characters that we love so much and I’m so excited to hear your guys’ thoughts and recommendations!!

Love you all and hope you’re all having a lovely February

✨When will the first Musical Monday go down?✨

this Monday! exceptionally it’s on short notice, but for future reference, you’ll have a whole week to send in your requests no so worries! Please send in any requests you have for this Monday though!!

the theme for this Monday (15/02/21) is Valentine’s Day of course so my descriptions will be love-related but if you have any requests for stuff that has nothing to do with love, that’s more than fine, I’ll be adding them to the list for the upcoming Musical Mondays!

✨Tagging everyone in my taglists just this once + some mutuals to spread the word✨

@stiles-o-dylan24 @duskholland @mersuperwholocked-lowlife @r0s3mm @redstringlovers @captainbuckyyy12 @soincredible @behind-my-hazeleyes27 @cheesecakes-randomshitz @traveleraroundsworld @alwaysforever73 @thelittlestkitsune@glaimtruelovealways @texaskitten30 @abitofeverythinggg @alwaysforever73 @hcomet28 @thegirlwhoimagined @cherriesanwine @decaffeinated--fangirl @shutupstyless @x-give-em-hell-kid-x @teen--marvel @soincredible @behind-my-hazeleyes27 @bibliophilewednesday @jazminebrightxx @cheesecakes-randomshitz @traveleraroundsworld @perrytheplatypus11 @stixnstripesworld @masterofbluff @drakewalker04 @superapplepie @apatheticanvas67482 @theamazingtomholland @earthlyholland @siriusly-harry @solstilla @mrscutiefandobhaz @mrs-mitch-rapp93 @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @isaiahjesus -> it’d mean the world to me if you could signal boost this to spread the word, but if you’d rather not interact, that’s totally okay! don’t worry! you won’t be tagged anymore unless you’ve added yourself to the Musical Monday taglist here.

thank you and see you on Monday 15/02/21 at 8 pm CET (= UTC+1) / 7 pm GMT (= UTC) / 2 pm EST (= UTC-5) / 11 am PST (= UTC-8)

#v rambles #ask game #musical monday #harry potter #the marauders #teen wolf #dylan o'brien #tom holland #peter parker #mcu #marvel #the maze runner #long post

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jeranasblog · 4 years

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Please stay by my side

Summary: Peter is afraid that his Daddy is sick of him.

Rating: E

Notes: This story is my 6th @starkercestevent contribution. Kink for the 6th story: Line Prompt * “Is this what you wanted?” (Bingo board at the end of the post). Read the first OS here. They add up to one story but can be read separately, too.

Warnings: Adoptive Father/Adoptive Son, don’t like it, don’t read it.

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Peter had a bad day, no, a bad week, actually. He was stressed out because he had worked on a term paper last month, and it had gotten out of hand. He had been counting the days until it was over, hoping to spend more time with his Daddy afterward, but once the term paper was submitted, his Alpha had been busy preparing for an upcoming business trip. So he had stayed at home, hoping every night that his Daddy would be home before midnight. He never was, and with each day that passed, his mood grew worse.

Suddenly, Peter started to doubt everything. What if his Daddy didn’t want him anymore? What if he was getting tired of Peter? Or even worse, what if he couldn’t deal with the media picking on their relationship anymore? Rationally, he knew the doubts were nonsense. It had been his Daddy who wanted to go public, his Daddy had wanted to show him off, but the longer they were apart, the worse Peter felt.

On a particularly bad day, he decided to call Bucky. After Tony’s birthday, they had kept in touch, and although they had just started spending time together a few weeks ago, Bucky was already one of his closest friends.

“Can you come over?” Peter had sobbed on the phone, and since Bucky had nothing to do, he was over in less than fifteen minutes.

“Hey, sweetie, what’s wrong?” Bucky took one look at him, sat down at his side and gave him a big hug. Peter sniffled, clutching Bucky’s shirt and burying his face in the soft fabric.

“I-it’s nothing, I swear,” Peter hiccupped, his voice small and pathetic.

Bucky stroked his hair, patiently waiting until he had calmed down a bit before he started to question him again. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s just…, he’s so busy,” Pete complained, his voice shaking. “He’s Tony Stark, powerful, handsome and rich, one of the most eligible Alphas in the entire country and I’m just me. What if he gets tired of me one day?” He started to sob harder, tears were running down his cheeks and he felt Bucky's shirt getting wet, but thankfully the other Omega didn’t complain.

“Hey, hey, shhh, sweetie. Calm down.” Bucky smiled at him reassuringly, his hands patting his back as if he was a child. “If I can promise you one thing, it’s that your Daddy is gone for you, baby. He can’t keep his hands off you, hell, he almost started fucking you in front of everyone at the Stark Charity Gala. You should have read the news the day after the event. They were all saying how feral he got when Senator Pierce tried to touch you. Just because he’s a little busy right now doesn’t mean he’s sick of you.”

Peter stared at him, his innocent brown eyes opened wide and a hopeful expression started to blossom on his face. “You think so?”

Bucky laughed loudly and squeezed his shoulder. “Yes, dead certain, sweetie. But if you want more of his time, you can always tease him till he snaps.”

Peter sat up straight, a mischievous smile on his face. “Any suggestions, Buck?”

The other Omega grinned as well. “I thought you’d never ask.” Half an hour later they left the apartment with a detailed plan in their heads.

“Are you sure that this is a good idea, Buck? What if the timing is bad?” Peter couldn’t stop the doubts that were slowly coming back to the surface. He opened the door of his apartment, already thinking about returning his purchases.

“Oh, Pete. Don’t worry too much. He’s going to jump you tonight, I promise.” Bucky gave him an encouraging smile and took the shopping bag out of his hand. “Let’s just take one picture, we can still delete it afterward, okay?”

Peter sighed but gave in. Bucky wouldn’t be convinced otherwise anyway, so he might even try it. He watched how his friend pulled out the clothes they had picked out together, and they piled on the bed. It took him a second to overcome his insecurities, but eventually, he changed into the new clothes.

Bucky had persuaded him to buy an outfit similar to one he had once worn for Steve. They had chosen light blue panties and a matching short skirt that barely even covered his butt. His whole thighs were on display and it would reveal everything if he moved wrong once. His legs were covered with white thigh-high stockings, which Bucky had convinced him to wear because they made him look innocent, and according to Bucky, his Alpha had a weakness for him looking bashful and innocent. To complete the look, Bucky had forced him to buy a lacy white crop top and a light-blue choker with ‘Daddy’s boy’ written on it.

Peter felt insecure. He liked the outfit, liked that it made him feel soft and delicate, but he was afraid his Daddy would hate it. Or worse, think that Peter was too obtrusive. He thought for a moment about throwing Bucky out and hiding the outfit in the back of his closet forever. Maybe his Daddy would pay him attention anyway, or maybe it might even be too late. But Bucky seemed to sense his inner struggle, nudging him to get onto the bed while he pulled out Peter’s phone.

“Sit with your back to me,” Bucky instructed as he unlocked the phone. “Spread your legs a little and lean forward. Not too much, we only need to show Tony an inch of the panties sticking out.” Peter was so used to following orders that he didn’t question them. He didn’t even protest when Bucky came closer and pushed up his skirt to reveal more skin. It felt good to just be, thinking about nothing but looking good for his Daddy.

“Now look over your shoulder, sweetie.” Peter obeyed, blushing a little from the attention. “Just like that Pete, it’s cute. Stay still.” Bucky took a couple of pictures while Peter was frozen in his spot. “Turn around Peter, lie on your back. Put your arms above your head and stretch a little.”

The new pose made his top slide even higher until it was barely covering his nipples. Bucky pushed up the skirt as well and the pose made him feel even more exposed than the last one. “Now spread your legs, sweetie. Just a little. Make it look natural.” Peter hurried to obey, and Bucky took another row of pictures.

“You look beautiful in them, baby.” Bucky whistled loudly, and Peter flushed violently in response. He wasn’t used to getting compliments and still couldn’t believe Bucky that the pictures turned out great.

However, the other Omega showed him the phone and Peter was burning in shame. He couldn’t deny that he looked good, he definitely did, but he had never seen himself like this before. The only word that described him was ‘slutty’. His skirt was barely covering anything, his panties and the curves of his ass were on display. He was flushed all over, almost as if he’d had sex minutes ago and the choker showed how desperately he wanted to be claimed by his Daddy.

The pictures were indecent, and definitely nothing he could send his Daddy while he was at work. “I don’t think I’m comfortable sending them, Buck.” He was scared, just wanting his Daddy to pay attention to him.

Bucky gave him a dirty look, a mischievous grin on his face that didn’t bode well. “That’s too bad, sweetie because I already sent them.”

Oh god, no. He wanted to curl up and die.

~*~

Peter was overly aware of the sound of the opening door when his Daddy came home. He was several hours earlier than usual, but Peter had still been anxious all day. Sending the pictures to his Daddy had been a mistake and now he would have to pay the price. He could already imagine how embarrassing the evening would be.

Peter was still wearing the skirt because Bucky, the traitor, had sent himself one of the outtake pictures where Peter’s entire ass had been on display. He had threatened to send it to Tony as well, in case Peter had the idea to change out of the clothes before his Alpha came home. So he had spent the entire evening in a revealing outfit, scared his Daddy would be disgusted.

“Peter, come here,” His Daddy’s voice was firm, and Peter flinched. He wanted to hide, wanted to turn back time, but he couldn’t disobey his Alpha. Reluctantly, he tiptoed to the living room, hands clasped the too-short skirt, trying unsuccessfully to pull the fabric down.

His Alpha was standing in the middle of the living room, looking powerful and handsome, and Peter felt like a little child that was called to the principle. He did his best to avoid his Daddy’s eyes, more interested in observing the floor.

“Baby, what was that?” Tony asked and pulled out his phone, showing Peter one of the pictures. His expression was neutral, but a small twitch on his forehead showed the Omega that he was holding back.

Fear spread in Peter’s stomach; an ugly feeling that made him want to cry. He knew he had fucked up, he had been too obtrusive, too demanding, and now his Alpha was angry at him, rightly so. “Daddy, I’m so sorry.” Peter started sobbing. “I didn’t want to pressure you, I swear. It was just- Bucky said you might like to see me like this, and he sent it before I could stop him.”

Abruptly, Tony relaxed, all the tension falling from his shoulders. “You said Bucky?” He dug deeper. “Bucky as in ‘Steve’s Omega Bucky’?”

“Yes,” Peter answered crestfallen. “He convinced me to buy the outfit and took the pictures. I’m so sorry, Daddy.” He sobbed harder, afraid his Daddy would reject him.

Suddenly two arms wrapped around his middle and pulled him closer against a muscular chest. He was surrounded by his Daddy’s scent, strong arms keeping him upright and his body relaxed unconsciously. Peter snuggled closer to the warm chest, breathing in the musky Alpha scent and he was savoring the feeling as much as he could. If this was the last hug he would ever get, he could at least enjoy it.

“Shh, baby.” The Alpha cooed, his hands buried in Peter’s curls. “I’m not mad at you.”

Peter raised his head; his eyes widen as he stared at his Daddy. “You’re not?”

“No baby, I’m not,” Tony assured him and pressed a kiss on his forehead. “I was jealous, baby. You can’t imagine how turned on I was when I saw the picture. Fuck, the outfit looks amazing, you look amazing. But someone else took the picture and I was jealous. I know I haven’t had much time for you, and I didn’t want to neglect you, sweetheart. I’m just glad that another Omega took the pictures. Do you understand, baby? You are mine.”

Peter smiled carefully at his Daddy, and he allowed himself to feel relieved. His Daddy hadn’t been mad, just a little jealous. He loved the possessive nature, loved that the thought had bothered his Alpha and suddenly confidence was filling his body.

“So you like what you see?” Peter asked bashfully, lowering his eyes to make an even more innocent picture.

The Alpha groaned, one hand wandering lower and slipping under the skirt until it was cupping his ass. Peter whimpered slightly, pressing himself closer against his Daddy and enjoying the Alpha’s attention. “Sweetheart, you can’t imagine what you’ve done to me.” His voice was deep, almost a growl and Peter shivered from the possessiveness. “I was sitting in a meeting with our Canadian customers when I got the pictures. I wanted to come home and fuck you, just as much as I wanted to rip the photographer’s throat out.”

“Daddy, please.” Peter whimpered and he started to rub himself against the Alpha. All his worries, all the pent-up energy was coming out, released in the form of overwhelming arousal. He knew his body was already slickening up and he could think about nothing but his Daddy’s thick knot inside of him. It had been too long.

His Alpha grabbed his hips, stopped his movements and Peter wailed. He was desperate, wanted to be reminded that he belonged to his Daddy, preferable split open on his Daddy’s cock. But the Alpha ignored his plea, capturing his lips instead and thrusting his tongue in Peter’s mouth. There was no technique, no finesse, just raw hunger, and his Daddy’s tongue that was controlling every inch of his mouth. Far too soon, the Alpha pulled back.

“Daddy,” Peter whimpered, his innocent gaze fixed on his Daddy while his lips were shining with spit. “Can you fuck me, please?”

The chuckle of his Alpha that followed his words was deep, a little mean even, and a wave of want lit up every cell in his body. He loved this, loved when his Alpha took control, and although he already knew that his Daddy would refuse his request, his body was still burning up.

“Have you earned it, baby?” The Alpha asked rhetorically. “Sending me filthy pictures at work, making me want to fuck you in my office. Is that what you wanted, Pete? That I'd lose control until I would drop everything for you and fuck you the way you need? Are you a little slut for me?”

Peter whimpered, his eyes rolling back as he tried to find friction against his cock, but the tight grab of his Daddy was too strong, preventing him from taking what he wanted. “Please, Daddy. I need your cock in my cunt. Please.”

The Alpha growled feral and pushed him back, letting Peter stumble across the room while he took a seat on the couch. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, already fully hard and leaking with precome. “Get on your knees, baby.” His voice left no room to argue. “Crawl to me and suck my cock. Show me how badly you need me, show me that you’ll work for it. Such a slutty little girl, the skirt doesn’t hide anything. Come closer and earn my knot.”

Peter moaned; a loud sound that was echoing across the entire room. He sank to his knees, partly because of the command, but his knees felt so weak all of a sudden that he couldn’t stand upright anyway. He hadn’t thought that being called a good girl would turn him on, but his Daddy had proved him wrong. He wanted to be a slutty little girl for his Daddy. Wanted to wear skirts and stockings as long as it was enough to make the Alpha lose control.

He crawled closer to his Daddy, his back arched and his ass pushed high in the air. He felt that his skirt slid lower, revealing more and more of his panties until he wasn’t even covered anymore. His Daddy’s gaze was fixed on his ass, hungry eyes that showed how aroused the Alpha was.

“Baby, gimme your panties.” The Alpha commanded. “Keep everything else on but give them to me.”

Peter whimpered and obeyed, stripping them off and giving them to his Daddy. He sat between his Alpha’s spread legs, his weight shifted onto his thighs and his back still arched. He knew that his skirt had ridden up, and although he had stopped crawling, it was still high enough that the curve of his ass was on display.

“You look like a fucking dream, baby,” Tony growled, hooking one finger in his choker, which declared him his Daddy’s property. “Come on, be a good girl, and make yourself useful.”

Peter leaned closer eagerly, his face pressed against his Daddy’s crotch as he inhaled the strong scent. He felt calm all of a sudden, balanced, as if he had a purpose in life. He could be good for his Daddy, the best Omega for this perfect speciesism of an Alpha. He placed chaste kisses on the Alpha’s cock, worshipping it like his Daddy deserved. He would show him that he could work for it, that he could earn the thick cock in his cunt.

Slick was running down his thighs, no fabric stopped it from dripping onto the floor and the thought made Peter bask in pride. He would always be ready, always slick and open for his Alpha.

“Baby, don’t tease,” Tony said, a slight warning in his voice. “Open up and take it, choke on it, work for it, sweet girl.”

Peter moaned in response, opening his mouth and taking the thick flesh inside. It tasted incredible. Salty and clean, a little bit like his Daddy’s come and he was addicted right away. He swirled his tongue around the cock, licking up the precome as if he was starving, and the smell of his Daddy made him dizzy with arousal, his mind blissfully empty again.

“God, baby. Look at you.” Tony cooed; his hands buried in Peter’s hair. “One lick and you’re cockstupid again. You are the perfect Omega, born to suck cock. Tell Daddy how much you love it, sweet girl.”

He whined, the vibrations tingled along the flesh and he could feel his Alpha’s cock twitching in response. He couldn’t speak, unwilling to pull back even a little, so he tried to nod and took his Daddy deeper to show him how much he liked it. Luckily, Tony understood. “God, baby, you need it bad, don’t you? Can’t even pull back for a second to answer my question.”

Peter confirmed the statement by taking his Alpha deeper, opening up until he could take his Daddy all the way inside. He was choking on the cock, his throat spasming and milking his Alpha while tears were spilling from his eyes. He loved the feeling, loved how helpless his Daddy was leaving him, and when the Alpha pressed his face ever deeper against his crotch, Peter started to tremble. His legs remained dutifully spread, although he wanted to close his thighs to get friction against his empty hole, but his Alpha hadn’t allowed it.

Tony tightened the grip in his hair, pulling his head back until he was forced to let go of his Daddy’s cock. He whimpered, suddenly feeling too empty and he tried to look pitiful to convince the Alpha to give it back.

“None of that.” His Daddy threatened and pulled him up until he was sitting on his lap. Slick was spread everywhere, and Peter started to wiggle on Tony’s thighs, trying to get friction against his hole. “Baby, don’t act up.” The voice was firmer now, less gentle and Peter wailed, struggling to keep his hips still. He was desperate, needing his Daddy’s knot so badly, and it felt he hadn’t had the chance to bounce on it for ages.

Tony wrapped his arms around his middle and pressed him close against his chest, making it hard for him to move. Peter moaned, forced to endure the sweet agony, and he could feel his Daddy’s bare cock bumping against his hole. One movement of his hips at the right angle and Peter could be exactly where he wanted to be, but the Alpha used his strength to keep him still.

“You look so beautiful, sweet girl,” Tony whispered in his ear, while a hand was wandering lower on his back, slipping under the hem of his skirt. As soon as his Daddy’s fingers made contact with his bare skin, Peter sighed, falling limp against his Alpha’s chest. He just had to take it, he wanted to take it. “I want to dress you like this every day, sweet girl. A short skirt I can push aside any second, cute little stockings and a choker that tells everyone that you’re mine. Would you like that, baby? You wouldn’t even need panties.”

At the same time, his Daddy’s hand had wandered between his cheeks and a finger entered him surprisingly in one thrust. Peter moaned loudly, trying to bounce on the finger, to stretch himself, but the Alpha didn’t let him. One finger wasn’t enough, was never enough, because only his Daddy’s thick knot could satisfy the burning need in his body. At least, Tony gave him a second finger right away.

His Daddy started to finger him, thrusting in and out of his wet hole and spreading them to make him ready for his Alpha. Pleasure was buzzing through his body with every stroke, switching off all coherent thoughts and nothing existed anymore, nothing but his Daddy and the pleasure he could bring him if Peter only obeyed.

“Have I been neglecting you, sweet girl?” Tony teased; his finger twisted and made obscene noises caused by the huge amount of slick. “Your cunt is so wet, arching for me to fill it up. You’re leaking all over me, baby, ruining my pants and tempting me. Tell me, how badly do you want me, my little slut.”

“D-Daddy!” Peter was sobbing by now, sensations were crashing over his body and leaving him a whimpering, desperate mess. He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed more. So much more. “D-daddy, please. G-gimme your knot. I-I’m your sweet girl, your little slut, anything you want. Just p-please.” His voice broke in the end, words too hard to find and he gave up. Every muscle of his body was working in overdrive, it had been too long since he had been split open on his Daddy’s cock. Their clothes were ruined, traces of slick were coating his skirt and the stockings were sticky with his Daddy’s precome.

“All right, baby.” His Daddy finally decided, giving him a hard smack on the ass that made the Omega whimper in arousal. “Take a seat, but don’t you dare move. I wanna carry you to the bedroom first. A sweet girl like you deserves to get fucked on a bed, even if you act like a little slut.”

Peter whimpered eagerly and shifted his weight, trying to split himself open on his Daddy’s cock. He struggled, couldn’t really get the angle right until finally the Alpha showed mercy and pressed it against his hole. Peter impaled himself in one go.

It felt like coming home. The familiar weight was stretching his walls, giving them something to clench around, and the Omega started to calm down. It was the reassurance he needed, proof that he belonged to his Daddy, that he was owned by his Daddy. His whole body was singing in arousal, his mind was empty and he could just be. He forgot how insecure he had been about wearing the skirt, how afraid of his Daddy’s rejection. He didn’t care that the media was talking about their inappropriate relationship for weeks, the only important thing was his Alpha’s knot inside of him.

Peter wrapped his legs around his Daddy’s waist as the Alpha stood up, and he clung to him as if his life depended on the other man. With every step Tony took, the cock in his hole moved and bumped against his prostate. It was torture, so good, so thick, but not enough. He fought against the urge to move, to bounce, trying to remember that he had promised his Daddy to be good.

Finally, they arrived in the bedroom and Tony laid him on his back without once leaving the slick heat. “Don’t worry, baby.” The Alpha whispered in his ear while he was pushing up the skirt a little bit. “I know your sweet little cunt can’t stand to be empty now. Daddy will fill you up, will give you his seed and breed you, just like my needy girl needs.”

Peter whimpered approvingly and spread his legs further, pulling them against his chest until he gave his Daddy the perfect view of his hole. He didn’t even need to be asked, he already knew what his Daddy wanted to see, how his Daddy wanted to take him.

“So good for me, little girl.” Tony cooed, his gaze fixed between Peter’s legs. “Come on, baby, spread your cheeks, show Daddy what he’s working with.”

The Omega blushed but didn’t hesitate, savoring the humiliation that didn’t diminish, no matter how often the Alpha ordered him to present. His hands wandered to his ass, spreading his cheeks and baring himself for his Alpha’s view. The knowledge of being vulnerable, of being open for his Daddy’s gaze was overwhelming and Peter couldn’t suppress a small twitch if his hips. Thankfully, the Alpha didn’t mind.

Tony started to move his hips, thrusting in and out of Peter’s body at a maddeningly slow pace. He was brushing against his prostate with every stroke, his hands fixating the Omega under him. Peter couldn’t take it. He started to cry, his body wanted to twitch, wanted to pull back or push closer to the other man, but he couldn’t, he was forced to hold still. Pleasure was washing over him, keeping him high and needy, but not enough to push him over the edge.

“Please, Daddy. More, please.” Peter started to beg, whimpering and crying, trying to coax his Daddy into fucking him properly. His eyes were rolling back and black spots started to blur his vision, his body on the verge of shutting down.

“So beautiful, baby.” Tony’s teasing voice had turned softer, almost affectionately, and he pressed kisses on Peter’s neck and jaw, everything he could reach. “I love you, sweet girl. Everything about you. Never think I’m not totally gone for you, okay?”

Peter nodded and sobbed, uncertain if the tears came from the maddening sensations or the loving words. His Daddy wanted him, always, even if every other Omega in the world would try to hit on him. The thought made him feel warm inside, special and cared for. He would do anything to keep his Daddy, would be the best Omega in the entire world, and as soon as his Daddy was ready, he would accept his mark.

Slowly, the Alpha started to increase the rhythm, his thrusts became faster and harder, pounding Peter like he craved, like he needed. Obscene sounds were echoing across the room, his slick emphasizing the smacks when his Daddy’s pelvis thrust against his ass. Tony’s cock was impossibly deep, splitting him open and rearranging his guts until everything inside of Peter seemed to be captured by his Daddy.

An emotional mixture of love and want was exploding in his body, spreading into each of his cells and leaving Peter burning with arousal. His orgasm washed over him like the tide, flooding every inch of him, and it left him high and buzzing. He sobbed, not noticing that he was screaming his father's name, that he begged his for Alpha to claim him, to turn him into his Omega properly. He didn’t even notice anymore that his Daddy was coming, too. The only thought that got through the fog in his mind was that his Alpha had finally knotted him, claimed and bred him, marking him properly as his Daddy’s Omega.

Come was sloshing in his hole and when he finally calmed down, he felt that his Daddy’s weight was pressing him against the mattress, preventing him from twisting too much. Slowly, his brain was turned back on again and he realized that his Daddy was talking to him.

“Shh, baby, sweet girl, relax. I’m going to claim you one day, make it official for everyone to see, but you have to be a little more patient. I don’t want you to regret it. Make sure you can deal with the media before I tie you to me forever.”

Peter whimpered and pressed his body closer to his Daddy’s bulky frame. “Would never regret it." He slurred, a satisfied smile on his face. “Luv you, Daddy. Always.”

His Alpha was tuning them around, pulling Peter on his chest and he was desperately clinging to the Omega. “Baby, I couldn’t bear to lose you. I’m sorry I neglected you. Please, stay with me.”

Peter froze, his Daddy was never emotional, never afraid of anything. But here they were, lying together in bed and the Alpha was clinging to him like he was gonna break if Peter decided to leave him. “Daddy, I’ll always want you. I’m ready, you can claim me.”

Tony gave him a gentle smile and pressed his lips to his forehead. “Soon, baby. I promise. Give me a few more months. If you’re still sure then, I will claim you properly.”

Peter grinned broadly, already imagining how it would feel like to officially be his Daddy’s Omega. “I’m already yours, Daddy, and I can’t wait to make it permanent.” His Daddy pulled him closer and kissed him in response.

#starker #starkercestbingo2020

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kingofthewilderwest · 3 years

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i told someone if they cant handle me at my worst then they don’t deserve me at my best and that I will someone who likes all of me not just my good side. was this the wrong thing to do? i mean this person been ghosting me and i got fed up

With all loving honesty, I don't think this will repair your relationship with that person, friend. I suspect it's one way to make them feel less positive about you. If you were going to demonstrate you're a person worth being with, you'd have needed to show your good side instead of send another message showing your bad side (or, really, honestly, the best thing to do might be not message them at all and leave them alone about the topic). There are productive, calm ways to talk to someone ghosting you without lashing at them. And there are times you are in the wrong if you aren't leaving them alone and giving them space (sorry if I'm wrong, but I suspect your case is this one?). And if there's no productive end result and the only thing you accomplish is you lashing out frustration, and/or you trying to hurt them, I don't think it's a good choice to make. Yes, there's times to call people out even if the person won't like it. But you aren't going to change someone's behavior with a comment like that, so all you're doing is acting on emotions that might be better to... learn how to control and not use them against someone. To be honest, if someone sent a message like that to me, I'd consider it petty or emotionally uncontrolled or, depending on the situation, outright toxic; wouldn't respond; and would want not to be around them when they're in that state of mind (or at all).

I understand frustration and lashing out from that frustration, and I'm sorry you felt hurt from them. I know how hard it can be to handle frustration and not lash out. Ghosting isn't fun to experience and it can make me feel anxious and angry, too. I know sometimes I even falsely imagine someone is ghosting me because I can get scared people dislike me, even though I later find out they didn't know I felt that way, and they were just innocently taking a breather with other areas in life. But while emotions are valid and it's understandable we act on our emotions, I do encourage people to try to grow and learn how to not let those emotions get the better of us, as best we can.

True: sometimes people don't understand that all friends have imperfections. Sometimes people are unfairly judgmental to folks who have flaws, or people don't socially know how to handle a certain type of imperfection (I know lots of people ghost because 1. they don't know how to handle the situation, so they get socially uncomfortable and distance themselves rather than confront it, or 2. it's a type of person they don't jive with so they're trying to let it fade out on its own). At the same time, lots of people do know all friends are imperfect... it's just the case that each individual gets along with some imperfections better than others. There are types of people I can stand and types of people I can't stand, even though all my friends have flaws, too. There's not something innately wrong with two people not being able to get along. It just happens. Even if some people are cool, that does not necessitate we have to be friends, and it does not mean that we will/won't jive together. And sometimes we just have to let that be.

If someone is ghosting you that you consider a friend, you two either have to learn how to productively talk through what's making that friend hesitate, or you have to learn how to give them a rest before they willingly return to you. Either way, it involves communication, acting in calm conduct, and learning to respectfully understand what the other person is feeling. If someone is going to keep ghosting you even though they say they're your friend and communication isn't going to help, maybe it's better to find someone to hang out with who won't ghost you.

If someone is ghosting you and you know they're not on good terms with you anyway, seriously don't bother! And frankly, sometimes people not talking to you means they're doing the right thing and not getting involved in an emotive dispute. Sometimes the bigger person is the one who isn't reopening cans of worms, and the person who's not talking to you might be the one making the right move. That can be a way of someone setting boundaries, avoiding a toxic or unpleasant person in their life, avoiding responding in a rude way, giving themselves a psychological break, and/or protecting themselves from people that aren't good for their life.

I know it's hard to leave these things alone (I suspect you're the same person who's sent me multiple asks about your situation), and it can get on our mind and grate at us, and it hurts because we feel rejected. Those are hard emotions to deal with! It's painful! But in the end, hard as it is to do, we are best trying to leave alone the people who don't accept us, and pursue the people who do accept us. If the ghoster doesn't want to talk to you or get along with you, spend your time communicating with people who do get along with you and have conducive convos. You don’t have to send the ghoster a “bye! I’ll find someone better!” message before you do so. Our lives are better interacting with those who gel with us. Please leave the ghoster alone; you're not doing any good. I suspect (if you're the same friend as before) you're letting frustration get the better of you and you're repeating mistakes. I wish you the best with hanging out with folks who do jive well with you.

I also do want to point out: you are welcome to talk to me, and I know sometimes we need a listener, and I will listen and respond (albeit sometimes very slowly after several months of waiting, do be aware of that). But if you are messaging me multiple times about the same struggle (if you are indeed the same friend), you may want to reflect on how much this situation is eating at you and controlling you, too. Unfortunately, ghosting is a common phenomenon, and at some point in our lives, we will have to learn how to struggle through it and handle it. I know it might not be easy to learn, but I wish you the best.

One thing I do to avoid repeatedly responding to someone emotively is to force space and create preemptive barriers to me acting unconducively. I use methods to restrict myself from making an impulsive choice. I might unfollow or block the person on social media so I feel less tempted to message them. I might not go to a website as often. And whenever I get a message that irritates me, I leave the computer and do not return to it until I'm calm enough not to send something emotive (as I otherwise would have, ehehehehehehe...). In many cases, I've learned the best thing to do is delete the inciting message. Sometimes responding is the right thing (after a long wait time to calm down!), but goodness, deleting is a very good response mechanism too. And if I am hung up and wanting to send a message and I know I'm in a high emotional state... I also leave my technology until I've settled down. 9.5 times out of 10, I realize it would have been foolish of me to send the message.

Leave the person alone, please. You aren't doing them or you any favors. I think you know this. <3

Sending you best wishes and take care! <3

#blabbing Haddock #long post #ask #ask me #awesome anonymous friend #sorry to the several other people waiting on advice ask responses too... I haven't forgotten about you!!!!#my life is...................................... hard rn #heh #anyway take care you all folks and I love you #anonymous #non-dragons #also: I don't like my friends's flaws #we shouldn't find friends who LOVE our flaws... we should find people who love us DESPITE our flaws #a good friend will be able to see the flaws and tolerate them but they're not here to appreciate your legit mistake side #a good friend will in fact call you out if you go way out of line #so uh #bear that in mind too when finding friends

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honeyymistt · 3 years

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[1/2] hey, okay, it's me again. i feel like i'm treating you like an unpaid therapist but idk where to share this and how to get help (this is kinda lengthy, and i do apologise for that)

i think i'm running out of patience for myself on how to live with myself; all my favourite artists and fictional characters experience this same hollow loneliness but they just— keep going..... despite it all. i'm trying to keep busy with studying but that quickly led to an all-nighter and now i can't fall asleep despite my exhaustion. i think the goals i've had in mind for myself are too high, so i'm just going to spend the next week reading without shame or guilt and try to finally start learning russian. i don't really take care of my physical fitness bc i'm always tired and i feel like all my energy is spent on keeping in check with eating and taking care of my physical hygiene. i have so much time each day and yet at the end of the day i still feel like i did nothing even though i read and studied a lot. i just feel like i'm stagnated, still in my 16-year-old teenage mind bc i spent my youth numbing myself bc i couldn't stand my own thoughts. i havent talked to anyone really, besides my famil, in weeks, and i know loneliness is a common feeling most of us carry with us, but since i'm not very smart and don't know about a lot of things that matter, like history and art, i just feel so inadequate because all these people i look up to, and secretly aspire to be, are fundamentally different from me. they have rich inner lives even in times of despair, they know how to build their own lives in the rubble and just keep on going despite it all. i just feel like a shell of a human being (dramatic i know). i'm also aware that i'm highly privileged and don't have to worry about money and housing, etc. and i'm grateful for that but despite that I just hate myself and I wish I could be someone else and change; I've tried to over the past years but i never make any actual changes in my life? I don't want to die per se, I just don't want to keep on living like this.

[2/2] also, with the looming climate desaster and our world being ruled by capitalism i know a lot of worries and problems stem from that;;;; also i've had this very embarrassing conversation with my family a month ago; i was very drunk and ofc started talking about capitalism, etc. and lgbtq rights. they're very conservative, smart and well-read and i'm just the complete opposite— my point being, bc i feel so desperately lonely i'm trying to have these conversations with the people around me that are obviously only really meant to be had with close pals and not with 60 year olds who only care about the bootstrap theory etc. anyway my grandmother called me out on my bs and said "so what have you done in your life so far?" nothing. i shouldn't complain about other people, politics etc. and the patriarchal, white supremacist strucures around us bc i've never worked a day in my life...... it's just. i know she's right. but like i literally don't know how to hold conversations anymore and can never recall stuff i read accurately so i'm just talking shit the whole time. i'm so desperately trying to get their approval but i'm just not well-read and smart enough. i know being dumb is not the worst thing to be, i'm alive and living in a well-situated area, but it's the only thing i used to define myself with. my parents expected a lot of us as children and i couldn't deliver. so i pretty much forced them to stop pressuring me but i wish they did now. bc then i would be smart, worldly and have a bright future. i'm sorry for the long rambling. i also don't want to ruin your feed by my long asks...... anyway, if you have any advice i would be so glad to hear it. bc i feel like i'm going slightly insane. -💌 sorry for doing this <33 🤠 feel free to just delete this;;;

hi 💌-anon!!!

don't feel bad for sending this in. your long post is going to have a long answer and it ruining my feed is literally the last thing on my mind. if it bothers people, that's on them ;) similarly to the last ask you sent in, i kind of just pulled out a few things that you wrote and decided to give my perspective on it. i hope that reading some of my (very scrambled) thoughts will relax your mind and heart just a little bit. everything will be okay, i promise.

so the first thing that stood out to me was when you mentioned how all of your favorite fictional characters just keep on going when they feel lonely and i know how frustrating that can be because it's so glorified. they just keep going and then boom! things are better, right? i want you to remember that this is fiction and not an accurate representation of how hard the feeling of loneliness actually hits. so try not to compare yourself to your favorite character and beat yourself up if you're not dealing with loneliness as well as they did because everything in fiction is better and easier.

as for feeling exhausted because of the goals you've made for yourself, i know what you mean. i'm such a perfectionist and workaholic (i suffered from such bad burn out this year). i'm learning how to lower them as well. it's good to be ambitious. it's amazing to have big dreams and goals but you have to prepare yourself for setbacks and failure. so from now on, it's decided that you and me, are going to be accountability buddies. no more unrealistic goals and deadlines. i will hold you accountable, you will hold me accountable and we'll improve together 🤍

so you don't know about things like history and art and you claim that these are things that matter. but matter to who? are you genuinely intrigued by these things? if you are, then study it. read about it. ask questions. but if they just matter to your family, then i really don't think you need to know about these things extensively. it's always good to know things generally but if you aren't interested, then don't waste your time learning about it just to please others.

i could be completely wrong, but from what i understood from your message, you feel really lonely and you're starting to feel a bit stuck. you're surrounded by people who are different from you and that sometimes makes you feel suffocated because the conversations you want to have aren't wanted by others. the first thing i noticed in your message is that you repeatedly call yourself stupid or dumb. you need to stop that, okay? if you keep telling that to yourself, it will destroy a lot of opportunities for you. trust me, i know. you will turn down opportunities thinking that you're not smart enough for it but it's not true. you don't need to be smart to have a bright future. you can be creative, you can athletic, you can be selfless, you can be funny. maybe you just need to embrace who you are and trust that you will have a bright future by just being you. i'll tell you something: you don't need to be exactly like your family to have their success. you need a determination and a good work ethic. where do you start? stop underselling your intelligence. believe in yourself!!!

P.S i can tell that you're smart because your vocabulary is out of this world!!! and oh my god, can we talk about your punctuation? like bestie, you're ahead of the game. i also had to google what the bootstrap theory is. you are smarter than you give yourself credit for!!

another thing i would encourage you to do is to avoid "deep" conversations with your family. if your family is very conservative, there are going to be certain topics that they just won't understand and it might make you frustrated or feel misunderstood; it might make you feel more lonely. i would advise you to just stick to more lighthearted conversations with them. it's not that you don't know how to hold conversations, it's just that the people you're talking to aren't the right listeners.

my sweet 💌-anon, times like these are normal! we all feel lonely at times and i know it's tough and it's frustrating and you feel like nothing in your life is going to work out but i promise you, it will. the universe has it's way of doing that. if i could, i would give you the chance to see yourself the way i see you - full of potential, warm-hearted, and so so deserving of a good life filled with love, caring people and success. times are tough, but so are you. you haven't made it this far to only come this far!! remember that i'm here for you every step of the way and you can message me any time you need to. i will never delete it or ignore you. i love talking to you <3

#chat with honeyymistt #i’m SO sorry this took me SO LONG #but thank u for being patient #this is probably going to be the longest post i have but i literally don’t care hehe #we’ll get through this together #i love u #my new accountability buddy 🥰

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blursed-ninjago-ideas · 3 years

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I'm sorry, Ivy, I didn't mean to be rude or ungrateful. I just didn't understand why you would answer an ask if you didn't answer the question the ask was asking. I don't mind if you don't answer every question, just don't post it. It's okay, you were never required to. I'm not mad at you either for how you reacted or for why I left that ask in the first place. I'm the one at fault: you aren't obligated to answer any of these asks, you can delete this one too with or without my permission. I didn't voice my frustration because I disliked what you're doing, I was focusing too hard on how my emotions are valid and sent the ask before I could properly assess how you'd perceive it; it's not all about me. I'm sorry, my stress made me overreact. I should've just accepted it but I didn't, I won't bother you anymore. I clearly outstayed my welcome by biting the hand that fed me. 🙏 I hope you can accept this apology, you don't have to do anything with it nor do you have to forgive me at all. I just hope you can feel a little better knowing what I said didn't come from a place of malice and wasn't intended to be an attack on you. Sorry, again.

Sorry this took awhile to respond to, I didn’t want to answer and ask immediately after announcing my break.

You don’t have to leave. People say and do mean or rude things without meaning to all the time (I am very guilty of this myself) It’s not a failure of you, it sometimes just happens. We’re imperfect human beings and those imperfections can overlap and make some ugly results. Nobody has to be “at fault” for suffering. You didn’t mean to cause harm, and that’s the important thing. Sometimes were forget which “your/you’re” to use, sometimes we forget to fully consider other people’s sides, and sometimes we put of shirts on backwards and don’t notice for the whole day. None of that means we don’t know better or can’t do better. Plus, an apology goes a long way.

I cannot stress this enough: YOU. ARE. STILL. WELCOME. HERE.

If anything you made me realize that I really did need the break, so it worked out anyways.

As for answering asks when I don’t have anything to add:

This blog is largely run by audience participation. Even if I don’t have something to say or add, it’s very possible that someone else that follows the blog might. So I like to publish things to pass them on. So everyone can play with the ideas we share on this blog!

Also, I don’t like deleting asks without responding somehow. It leaves people wondering if there was something wrong with it, if we ever got it, if it was personal, etc. It can cause a lot of anxiety and it also takes some of the control of the blog away from all of you. If you know that 90% of the time whatever you send in will be published (Within rules and reason) it makes this a safe and easy place to share ideas and encourages people to continue to bring what they have to the table.

So even if I don’t have anything to say, I still will publish it. So we can all share this space and all contribute. All my “I don’t know” is my inviting speculation and participation. Even my own AUs have gotten fleshed out a lot by people purposing ideas and answers to questions I may’ve not even had myself.

You guys as a group are just as important as all our mods to putting content on the blog! I never what to deprive you of that ability.

-Ivy

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crazybagelbitch · 3 years

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Part 3 🥺 Maddie let’s Chimney have some space to clean himself up, awkwardly wishing she could help but... 💔 so she can talk to him about the scan and if he wants to go. And if he doesn’t then she can just send him an update or something whatever will make him comfortable 😭

“Oh... oh honey,” Maddie sighs, the term of endearment just slipping out as she pouts at him. All hurt, all fear she had about being around alleviated at the sight of him vulnerable and not feeling well, anxious to the point of being sick.

“I-I’m so sorry,” he whimpers, tears of embarrassment in his eyes as his breathing picks up even more, “sorry--”

“Hey, no, you tried to tell me. I’m sorry I cornered you, I should have warned you before I came,” she murmurs, sadness slipping back in when she realizes that it’s her presence, her unannounced presence that brought them to this messy point.

“N-not... not you,” he stammers, and it’s not a full sentence, and she’s not even sure she believes it, but she feels hope bubbling up inside of her anyway., “I n-need... just a minute? Messy.”

He gestures to his top, littered with the contents of his stomach and then to his face and she nods, another pout on her lips. She hates this, hates that she can’t go with him and comfort him and help clean him up like she could, like she would have been able to if she had just kept her mouth shut and not blurted out words she didn’t mean in response to the potential loss of her brother.

A part of her feels annoyed, annoyed that he can’t understand that she didn’t mean it, that it was an unthinking, non-personal reaction, but she realizes that it’s probably not fair to hold it against him. She doesn’t think she’d take well to the same words being hurled at her, no matter the circumstances.

At that point, they all thought Buck was going to die, and she had told him he didn’t try hard enough to save him. She had told him that she was done with him. She hadn’t meant it, but she had still said it to him during a moment that was already traumatic for him. She didn’t mean it, but that doesn’t un-say the words, and it doesn’t delete the memory of her screaming at him and making an already terrible day in his life even worse.

(And then making one of the worst days of her life even worse, too, once she had realized what she had done.)

She waits, arms hugging herself as if to try and protect herself from everyone very conspicuously spying on her as she waits for Chimney to come back. She should be wiping around his mouth, she thinks. And what he really needs beyond a change of shirt is a shower, and not even a month ago she would have been able to shower with him.

Now they’re broken up and he can hardly stand to be near her.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, making her jump as she hadn’t realized he had come back which just makes him apologize again, “it wasn’t... it’s just...”

He gestures to her stomach, and he must see the horror on her face because he quickly jumps in to clarify that no, it’s not the fact that they’re having a baby that made him that anxious.

“I-I’m missing it. And I know it’s because... you’re pregnant and I’m missing it.”

She wants to open up her mouth and tell him that he doesn’t have to be missing it, that they could be together the way they should be, but she knows it’s not that simple. She loves Chimney, even if they aren’t together, and she knows that part of that means respecting his feelings and hurt and letting him have the space that he needs.

She’s sure she would feel similarly if it were the other way around.

“Well, speaking of... I have an appointment next week, an ultrasound so you could see the baby, and I know we’re... I want you there. You don’t have to miss that just because we’re broken up.”

It hurts, it physically hurts to say that they’re broken up out loud, but she knows she needs to be clear to him. She needs him to know that no matter their relationship status, he’s still this baby’s father and she’ll always respect that.

“But if that’s too much, if you don’t want to be there,” she continues nervously when he’s quiet for a moment, “I-I can just text or call you and let you know how it went.”

“O-Of course I want to be there.”

She hates it, she really hates that she’s at the point where she’s relieved that he doesn’t hate her so much he can’t be in the same room as her to see their unborn child, but that’s where they are.

“Okay,” she nods, “and of course I want you there, it’s um, next Thursday at 9 am, I’ll text you that too so you can put it in your phone. I’m sorry, I know you might be working and need to get someone to cover your shift, I would’ve told you earlier it’s just that...”

“It’s fine,” he says quickly, a little too quickly, and she can tell he wants to gloss over the broken nature of what’s between them just as much as she does, “thank you for inviting me.”

“Of course, you’re the baby’s father.”

An awkward silence ensues, both of them shifting their weight back and forth and looking at the floor before she hears a pair of footsteps behind them.

“Hey,” Hen says quietly, and Maddie sort of wishes the ground would swallow her whole because if anyone hates her, it’s probably his best friend, “Chim, you okay? Saw you got a bit sick...”

“S’fine.”

“You know, you haven’t been eating or sleeping too good, so since you’ve been sick--”

“Was just nerves.”

“Since you’ve been sick and you’re pale and shaky, maybe you should go home. I already asked Bobby and he said--”

“You asked Bobby for--”

“Chim,” she sighs, putting a hand on his shoulder with a look on her face that captures his attention, “listen to me, I’m your best friend. Go home and rest, okay? Just relax for a bit, lord knows you need it. And you know, since you’re shaking a bit, maybe someone should give you a ride...”

It takes her a moment, just because of her pure disbelief, to realize that the look Hen is giving her is a very obvious hint.

“Oh, yeah, of course-- if you’re comfortable with that of course, Howie.”

He looks likes he’s trying to make up his mind, and she thinks he’s about to settle on shaking his head no when Hen cranes her neck to meet his eyes again.

“It’s just a ten minute car ride. Go home, Chim, rest. It’s okay, I promise.”

She loathes the feeling that Chimney is so unsure around her he feels he needs his best friend’s encouragement and permission to get into her car with her, but she’s beyond thankful for Hen when Chimney finally nods his head yes.

“Okay, hon-- Chim, okay, Chim, lets get you home,” she murmurs as calmly as she can, “I promise I’ll just drop you off and leave you alone if that’s what you want, but let me get you home.”

“Hey Maddie?” Hen calls, and Maddie turns her head.

Hen doesn’t say anything, but the look on her face says “you owe me one, don’t make me regret this.”

Yeah, she’s really hoping that she doesn’t.

#tw vomit

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