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monstersflashlight · 2 days

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Can I request a chubby fem reader with a fem demon centered around the sin of gluttony with kinks that would revolve around that type of demon? Kinks I will leave up to your interpretation.

Hi anon! I don't know if this is what you were expecting but I think it turned out okay. I'm not into feederism or stuff that can fetishize big bodies, so I went with food, hope that's okay! <3

Demon boyfriend who is obsessed with human food. He never had to eat and the fact that you need it for survival confuses him, but he's intrigued. He learns how to cook for you, he makes your favorite dishes as much as he can. He enjoys seeing you eat as much as he enjoys seeing you happy, so he practices and cooks different dishes for you. He's not always successful, but you always eat it with a smile, he puts so much effort into taking care of your needs. And he's so good at it, too. That's why when you tell him someone called you "fatty", he gets so angry he sets the microwave on fire. You have to call the fire department as he hides in your closet.

But that's the thing, he doesn't have to eat human food, but he enjoys eating pussy like nobody's business. He spends hours and hours going down on you, drinking your juices like he's desperate for another taste. It becomes an obsession of his, to the point that he can't be more than a few hours without tasting your yummy cunt. He becomes addicted to it, and you can't argue with him when he's pushing you down and holding you so he can have his fill.

And when he discovers whipped cream and chocolate syrup, you think he's just playing, he's not into that... but when he tries the combined flavour of your pussy with the sugary syrups, he goes completely feral. From that point on, he pours liquids over your pussy and spends hours licking you clean, just to do it again, always using some magic to avoid UTIs. You never knew a demon could be so into using food during sex, but who are you to complain? You are just his main breakfast, lunch and dinner.

#writing this i wrote cock instead of cook multiple times #demon #demon x human #demon x reader #chubby reader #demon x chubby reader #monster #monster fucker #monster imagine #monster x human #monster x reader #teratophillia #terato #txt #txt request

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the-colourful-witch · 24 hours

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⚡️✨Katie Bell✨⚡️

This girl just drew herself, really. No effort needed. I liked the actress that portrayed Katie in the films, so I took inspiration from her dark hair and put my own spin on the rest ✨

There is something I have always struggled with when seeing sporty girls represented on screen or in fan art… it’s that they’re always athletically built. Now, that makes sense, in a way, because to make a character design believable it is the easiest way to get the message across: this girl is fit.

But when it comes to representing women in the athletic field, this is not always true. You can be strong and fit and still have rounder arms or legs. You can still have a belly! Unless you’re actively trying to loose weight, exercising does not mean you look like an Olympic runner or swimmer or whatever. 🫡

So, I try to draw real girls, that are sporty, but aren’t necessarily skinny. I hope that makes sense. I’m trying to do better with my designs and incorporating more different body types, to step away from those stereotypes, so maybe you don’t agree with me and think: huh, but she’s still pretty skinny. I’m trying some things, one character at a time :) 🧡☀️🥇

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annislittleshopofhorrors · 16 hours

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You know, I love your blog and your funny/shady comments about 🐟 unable to handle her husband getting the attention and not her.

But I’ll admit, I always laughed it off because we can say that but nobody really knows what’s happening.

Until yesterday. LMAO. I know, I’m sorry for not really listening to some of y’all… but she needs some serious help and for once, to put down her goddamn phone.

I also realized that I knew she was going to try and do something to put the attention back on her and nothing she does on IG is ever a coincidence. This is the actions of a very manipulative but also very stupid individual with narcissistic tendencies. To her five asskissers, look away.

She follows that light and dwell designer the day after people made fun of her for showing her PT apt (btw, now I wonder if she was hoping people would think it was the house her husband was allegedly building for her in PT like some blogs believe)

When that didn’t work, follow this designer lady back after months (funny how she does this quite often when she’s not getting the attention she wants).

Follows some random directors. She still wants a job. That custom ugly furniture ain’t gunna pay for itself!

Posts a random photo dump of suggestive photos to indicate nothing but also making sure the ones who care will try and figure out if she’s in MA, NY, NYC, Canada, Wherever the narrative of where she lives fits.

meanwhile, her husband is in NYC filming with his attractive female costar who is much more well known than her (even if it’s the nepo baby comments) and has two films of her own coming out this month and her Madame web movie is still doing pretty well on Netflix.

Their pap photos are much better received by the general public and have comments shipping them and wishing they were together instead. Yikes!! Also…they actually do look good together. They fit.

Btw, I don’t think 🐟 is jealous of Dakota because of Chris. TBH, I don’t think she’s into her “husband” at all. From her actions, she doesn’t care about him or his well being. She cares about what his name can do for her. That’s it. And right now his name is being lumped with Dakota and not hers and I think it’s pissing her off. She needs to get those cheap outfits comped one way or another and her Liberia film isn’t cutting it. Miumiu not calling her back and nobody wants to see her in a solo pap walk….so.

Sorry to all the team asslickers on here but even you have to admit yesterday was a hilarious show your ass moment.

Sidenote: I like to think CE is putting on a bigger effort to look like he likes Dakota because Celine song is directing this film and he wants to do well for her. And also, he seems to simply just like Dakota. She’s pretty hilarious in her own right when she’s not being a flat actress 🤣 and maybe…just maybe, he wants to show you all whose watching that he does know how to act like he’s in love with someone. He just didn’t want to the last time he was in that park.

😉❤️

Yep, she doesn't care about him (and I don't think he cares about her). It's all about using his name to be mentioned in some gossip magazines. Otherwise these magazines wouldn't talk about her. And even the Portuguese magazines have to mention him when they talk about her. The Portuguese people don't care about her. I'm not even sure if they know her name.

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Margaret and Rourke (Part 3)

Rating: Explicit Relationships: Female Human/Male Orc Additional Tags: Exophilia, Monster Lovers, Interspecies Romance, Orcs, Older Man/Younger Woman Content Warnings: Mentions of Sexual Assault, Mentions of Physical Violence, Mentions of Torture, References to Sexual Assault Resulting in Pregnancy Series: Part 18 of Shelter Forest: The Towns Words: 4,101

Margaret and Rourke find their way through their wedding night, and the count approaches. Please reblog and leave feedback!

Rourke led you inside his cottage. It was homey and well lived in, but clean to the point that it seemed like he’d torn the house apart to clean it appropriately sometime before you arrived. The effort he’d gone to made you giggle, but it also made you feel warm. He sat you at the table and gave you a cup of water to sip while he went to remove his armor and weaponry and to stoke the fire.

As you sat there, the nerves began to set in. You knew what a wedding night was for, and you were terrified. You hoped he couldn’t see you trembling in the low light.

That was a vain hope, it seemed, as he pulled the cup out of your hands and crouched in front of you, gazing up at your face.

“What is it, my love?” He asked softly, almost whispering. “Are you scared?”

You chuckled nervously. “Don’t orcs find it shameful to be scared?”

“Perhaps, but you’re not an orc,” He replied, reaching up to caress your face. “It’s alright to be scared, Margaret. You know I won’t think less of you.”

A tear escaped your eye, though you dashed it away.

“I’m scared,” You admitted.

He nodded and smiled softly. “That’s alright, sweetheart. We don’t have to do anything tonight.”

“No, I want… to try…” You said. “I don’t want to be scared anymore. It’s been almost two decades since… since it happened. I’m too old to still be like this.”

“No, you’re not,” He said, ruffling your hair. “Fear doesn’t always go away like we want it to, even if much time has passed. But if you want to try, we can try. I’ll take it slow and be as careful as I can.”

You nodded. “Alright.”

He took your hands, pulling you to your feet and leading you to the bed, which had brand new bedding placed on it. He sat down and pulled you close, hugging you around the middle and laying his head on your stomach, sighing happily. You smiled fondly at him, stroking the top of his head. After a moment, he pulled back to look up at you but kept his arms around your waist.

“I’ll keep my clothes on for now,” He said. “I’ll even put more on, if you like.”

You laughed. “How are we supposed to do anything with your clothes on?”

He grinned up at you. “We’ll play a little first, just to help you relax.”

“Play?”

He nodded. “I’ll show you.” He released your waist and took your hands again, looking up at you sweetly. “Can I undress you?”

Your anxiety rose up, but you stuffed it back down. “Yeah, it’s alright.”

While seated, he slowly and carefully drew up the pretty wedding dress that had been made in a hurry for you and pulled it over your head. The chemise went next, and then your smallclothes, and finally you stood nude in front of him, wearing nothing except the flowers in your hair. You shivered in both terror and anticipation. He kissed the knuckles of both hands.

“Gods. You’re so beautiful.”

You ducked your head, hiding behind your hair a little and tugging a strand, playing with it nervously. He stood and pulled back the covers of the bed, holding out his hand as if to help you into a carriage. You laughed at his silliness and climbed into the bed, allowing him to slide in next to you fully clothed.

“What are you going to do?” You asked him as he knelt next to you.

“Just touch,” He said. “And kiss. If it becomes too much for you, you may stop me at any time. I don’t want you to force yourself through it because you feel like you have to. I don’t want to hurt or frighten you, even unintentionally. Alright?”

You nodded. He bent down to kiss your lips, his tongue grazing your bottom lip. It made your body tingle in unfamiliar ways. It seemed like he wanted you to open your mouth, so you did, and his tongue entered, swirling about and teasing your own. He pulled back to look at your face as his hand began to touch your body, starting with your face, tracing down your neck and collarbone, stopping at your breasts and rolling them in his hands. A lump formed in your throat and you took a deep breath.

“Can I kiss them?” He asked.

“Yes,” You said breathlessly.

He bent his head and kissed your breasts softly, nuzzling them with his nose and touching the tip of his tongue against the nipples, sucking it into his mouth. You could feel his tusks grazing your skin, dry and solid, but it was the one thing that felt thrilling rather than scary.

He lay next to you and rested his elbow above your head so that he could look down at you.

“I’m going to touch lower now, alright?”

You nodded again, and his hand moved down your stomach and over your hips, settling in the patch of hair above the deepest part of you. He started raking his fingertips forward and backward through that thicket in a teasing manner.

“Feel weird?” He asked with a grin.

“Yes,” You replied, a blush bright on your skin.

“Feel bad?”

“No,” You said.

“Are you alright so far?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“I think so.”

“Good.”

He reached down a little farther and lifted your right leg, placing it over his own legs, so that he could tease your inner thighs. You bit your lip and held his gaze, swallowing hard.

“I’m going to touch you there,” He said. “Is that alright?”

You gulped, but nodded. His hand moved to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves, touching it lightly to test your reaction. It was an unusual sensation, but it wasn’t bad, so you smiled to encourage him to keep going. He bent to kiss you, pressing more firmly, rolling in circles around the bud, whipping up a brand new feeling in the innermost parts of you. It was a sensation you’d never felt, but you thought you might be enjoying it.

Then, one of his fingers slipped inside you.

The effect was immediate. Panic rose up in you and your body locked up in terror. You gasped as though in pain and gripped his arm, whimpering piteously. Tears gathered in your eyes as you snapped them shut, blocking out every sensation except for his touch, intensifying the fear.

“Margaret, look at me,” Rourke said, his voice soft but firm. “Sweetheart, open your eyes. Look at me.”

You pried your eyes open to look at him, his visage blurred from the tears.

“I’m right here, sweetheart,” He said, removing his hand and peering down at you with worry. “I’m here. It’s alright. I’m here. Do you want to stop?”

You shook your head fervently, wiping away tears. “I want to do this.”

“Are you sure? You don’t seem in the right state to continue.”

“Yes, I’m sure,” You insisted. “I can do this. Just… put it back in and leave it… let me get used to the feeling. Let me look at your face and try to get accustomed to it.”

“Alright, but don’t push yourself. If it’s too much, tell me.”

He pushed his first and middle fingers back inside you up to the knuckles and stopped, leaving it in place. The panic crested in your chest and you had to choke back more tears, but you didn’t push him away.

“I love you, Margaret. I love you so much,” He said. He said it over and over, kissing your face in between repeating those words like a chant. Minutes ticked past and he remained motionless with his finger still in place, allowing you to acclimate to the feeling of something being inside you, murmuring how much he loved you and speaking your name reverently, peppering your face in kisses.

“I think I’m alright,” You told him eventually. Your heart had settled and you weren’t as panicky as you were at first, but a lump of anxiety still sat in your gut and you were still trembling.

“You’re sure?” He asked, uncertain.

You nodded.

“Can I try something before continuing?”

“Alright,” You said, and then you pulled him in for a kiss. “I love you, too, Rourke.”

He smiled at you, kissing you in return. Without removing his finger, he sat up and positioned himself between your legs, lowering his body so that he was eye level with the most intimate part of your body. Before you had a chance to feel embarrassed, he pressed his tongue against your core, and you gasped.

“What are you doing?!”

“Playing,” He said, grinning up at you sinfully. “You said I could.”

“I didn’t know you’d do this!” You said indignantly, surprised out of the panic. “It’s dirty!”

“No, it isn’t, you silly thing,” He said with a laugh. “You want me to stop or do you want to find out what this feels like?”

You glared at him, and he grinned.

“Oh, alright,” You said, rolling your eyes, laying back down.

He returned to his business, licking the pearl before closing his lips on it and sucking gently. A shock went through your spine and a thrill in your belly. You could still feel his fingers inside you, and while it caused you anxiety, it was secondary to the sudden surge of sensation. You felt yourself bite your lip and heard your own voice whimper in a completely different way. You were sitting against the pillows in such a way that you could watch him, and he looked up at you, half of his gaze was seductive, but the other half of it was just to check if you were okay. You smiled down at him and reached to run your fingers through his long, loose hair and caress his face. He smiled in return and doubled his efforts. Surprised, you moaned and your head fell back on the pillows.

He licked rhythmically, alternating between using the tip of his tongue and sucking, and you felt a slow, sweet swelling of sensation welling up between your legs.

“ Oh, god… ” You moaned. Taking that as a cue, Rourke moved his fingers slightly, not pulling them out, but crooking them and rubbing inside slightly. The anxiety spiked slightly, but subsided as another feeling started rushing forward, flowing outward from your center to every corner of your body. Your toes curled and your fingers gripped his hair as the wall crashed into you, and you cried out involuntarily as your back arched against the sheets. Your hips moved on their own, rocking back and forth to ride out the wave, before falling limp against the bed, legs open, chest heaving.

Rourke kissed your thighs and rubbed the skin of them as you regained your composure. “Did it feel nice?” He asked you.

“Yeah…” You breathed.

“That’s what it’s meant to feel like, you know,” He said, kissing his way back up her sweat-sheened body. “No pain, no fear. Just pleasure. ”

“I can see why people seem so eager for it now,” You said, laughing a little. “Is it always supposed to feel like that?”

“When you do it right, it is,” He said, chuckling. “It helps that I know what I’m doing.”

“Thank heavens for that,” You said as he reached your mouth, kissing you deeply. He pressed his clothed body against yours, and you felt a sense of safety in his arms, the weight of his body on yours felt comforting rather than frightening. Flush against you, you could feel that he was hard under his trousers, and though it scared you, you were still willing to try.

Rourke would never hurt me , You told yourself. I’m safe. He loves me. I can do this.

You kissed him a moment longer, and then held his face in your hands, looking into his eyes.

“You can take your clothes off now,” You said.

He tilted his head, searching your face.

“You’re sure?”

You lifted your head to place a peck on his lips. “I’m sure.”

He returned the peck and sat up on his knees between your legs, shedding his overcoat and tunic. He started to undo his pants, and the jangling sound of the belt being unbuckled made you grip the sheets in terror, but you stuffed it down and tried to breathe through it, watching him strip before you. He cut a rather handsome figure, if you did say so yourself.

Once he was free of his clothing, he lay back down on you and kissed you once more. Your legs closed around him reflexively. You could feel his organ pressed against your entrance lengthways, but he didn’t penetrate you. Before he got too into it, though, he rolled off of you and lay back on the bed.

“Would you like to try playing with me?” He said, caressing your face. “You might be less scared of… well, it… if you get to know it better. It won’t bite, I promise.”

You laughed a little, sitting up into a kneeling position next to him. “You make it sound like an angry puppy.”

“It’s not much different, really, just half as cute and twice as harmless,” He joked, and you laughed behind your hand.

He lay on his back with one arm behind his head and the other petting your leg, patient and unhurried. His organ was erect and laying on his stomach, pulsating slightly. Nervously, you slowly reached out to touch it, grazing it lightly, but snatched your hand back when it bobbed up, as if to meet your hand.

“It jumped,” You squeaked, startled.

He chuckled at you. “It does that. Not to worry.”

You reached out again and pressed a finger to the skin of his length, rubbing it a little, and Rourke sighed heavily, continuing to pet your leg. Swallowing, you wrapped your hand around it and rubbed your thumb over it. It was strangely silky to the touch, and you found yourself curious more than scared. Of course, you were still scared, but it wasn’t as intense as before. You pumped your hand up and down once, and Rourke’s back arched slightly. Intrigued, you did it again, and his thighs twitched.

“You keep doing that, and it’ll be over before it begins,” He said with a laugh.

“Does it feel good?” You asked him.

“Oh, you have no idea,” He said. “It’s been a long time since anyone’s touched me, besides myself, so I’m… more sensitive than I’d normally be.” He gazed at her face. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I think so,” You said. “This… does help a bit. I guess it’s not… this… that’s the biggest problem. It’s who it’s attached to that’s scary.”

“That’s a good way to look at it,” He said, rolling on his side and kissing your thigh. “We can still stop, you know. We don’t have to keep going.”

“No, no,” You assured him. “I feel… a lot better now, actually. I think I’m alright to… move on.”

“You’re sure?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“Then… want to lie down?”

You complied, lying on your back. He rolled over and placed himself between your legs, propped up on his elbows, though he bent down to kiss you.

“It’s okay to be scared, Margaret,” He whispered, kissing your face. “But I’ll never hurt you. I love you.”

“I love you,” You whispered back. “It’s alright. I trust you.”

“Why don’t you try leading me in,” He suggested. “It may help if you’re doing it yourself.”

“Alright,” You said. Trepidatiously, you reached between the two of you and touched it, using your fingertips to press it against your entrance. The panic welled up again, but you were able to shove it down deeper and proceed. He pushed a little and the head went in slowly. It didn’t hurt, per se, it was more like intense pressure.

“You alright?” He asked.

You nodded. “I think so? It feels… I don’t know how to say it.”

“It’s it bad?”

“No, not like… well… it’s just strange.”

“Stop?”

“No, it’s alright. I can keep going,” You insisted.

He pressed a bit harder, and more of his length entered you. After a few moments, his entire organ was inside you. He kissed you sweetly, and you gripped his shoulders. You could feel fear, but it wasn’t like it had been before. You felt… safer. It didn’t hurt and it wasn’t terrifying. Being with Rourke made it feel less scary. Was it just because it was him? He always found some way to make you feel calm and safe, and you couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone other than him. Giving yourself to him felt more like a gift, rather than something that was expected of you because you were his wife.

“Is it alright to move?” He asked you.

You nodded, kissing him. “Yes, I’m alright. I feel fine.”

He kissed your lips, your face, your neck, and your shoulder. He nibbled on your collarbone as he began to thrust in and out very slowly, gently caressing your body with his hands and using his tongue to make your skin tingle. You made a sound, and he sped up only slightly, looking at your face to be sure you were comfortable.

“Kiss me, Rourke,” You told him, and he did. Using your heels against the back of his thighs, you urged him to go faster, and he obliged, and the good sensation you felt earlier when he was licking below slowly began to reappear. You gasped and sighed, and he smiled.

“You’re squeezing me,” He said, slowing for a moment.

“Is that bad?” You asked anxiously.

“No, quite the opposite, it means you’re feeling good. It’s a good thing,” He chuckled. “I had to slow a bit to keep from bursting too quick.”

“Would that be bad?” You asked.

“Not for me, but certainly for you. Don’t want to end this before you get yours,” He said.

“Get mine?”

“You’ll see.”

He thrust again, a bit more focused than before. He moved in such a way that he rubbed the pearl below with his body, and the good feeling started again, building stronger. You gasped again as he pressed his teeth against your earlobe, sucking and teasing it. A slight moan escaped your lips, and he chuckled, a sighing groan issuing from his own mouth.

“Rourke, faster, please,” You urged him, and he complied. He got up on his hands and quickened his pace so that your body was being moved beneath him in rhythm to his thrusts. He thrust in deep, deeper than before, and you felt a swell of sensation so powerful that your back arched a bit.

“Was that good?” He asked, peering at your face. “You’re squeezing so hard now.”

“Yes, it felt good,” You told him. “Can you keep doing that?”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am,” He said, and thrust deeply again.

You moaned and your eyes closed, and from that point, things seemed to happen quickly. Your mind was cleared of any thought or emotion besides the pleasure you felt where you were joined with him, and the sensations flooded your body like a river. You didn’t seem to be able to control your voice or your body, but it instead seemed to behave instinctually from then on, grasping Rourke, kissing him over and over, and moaning loudly. He grunted into your hair as you felt him pulse inside you, though he was still careful to be gentle as he thrust. The sweet sensation swelled and swelled until it burst like a dam throughout your body, and you cried out against his skin, resisting the urge to bite down on his shoulder. The pulsing inside you became faster and more intense, and he groaned as his body went taut against yours, his essence flooding you inside. You could feel yourself become full of him as he slowed to a stop and collapsed onto your body, breathing hard.

The two of you lay entangled with each other, gasping for air, and eventually he rolled off and went to collect a clean rag, dipping it in some warm water that was in a pot near the fireplace. He came back and wiped you clean, and then himself, and lay back down on the bed, gathering you in his arms. Holding your face, he searched your eyes in concern.

“Are you alright, my love?” He asked. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, not at all,” You told him, kissing his lips tenderly. “I’m alright. I think I’m fine.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes,” You assured him. You snuggled into his body tiredly. “I’m just fine, Rourke. Thank you.”

“It’s nothing to thank me for, my sweet,” He said, kissing the top of your head and pulling the blankets over the both of you. “It’s only natural.”

Time seemed to pass quickly after the wedding. Rourke was a wonderful husband, everything you could ever have dreamed of, and being with him made you happier than you’d ever been in your life. Nights were… still difficult in many ways, but Rourke helped you through it every time so that you could eventually enjoy it. It would still take more time for the events of the past to lose its grip on you, but for now, Rourke was a balm for that wound.

It did take nearly a month for the count to arrive, and the stronghold was steadily getting bigger as the townsfolk from Willowridge took shelter inside the walls. Rourke became much busier; contrary to what you believed, he was more than just a mere gate guard. Guarding the gate was just something he did when he wasn’t needed for his main duty: he was one of Akjan’s most trusted men and the leader of the reconnaissance and recovery team. David, the man who infiltrated the count’s manor, was one of many of Rourke’s direct subordinates, though he himself had his own squad of men who reported through him to Rourke, and from Rourke to Akjan. As such, Rourke was helping Akjan structure the troops for the coming incursion.

You, too, were much busier, as more mouths to feed from the town meant that the kitchens were in constant chaos in the attempt to feed everyone. It helped that the townspeople had brought food with them, so there wouldn’t be a shortage.

It was because you were so busy that, at first, you hadn’t realized your monthly visitor hadn’t appeared. In fact, when you realized it, it was the same day as when the scout informed Akjan and the generals that the count was only a day out and would be arriving in the afternoon of the next day at the latest. You spent the entire day in a state of such anxiety that the women in the kitchen forced you to take the day off.

Back at your cottage that you shared with Rourke, you waited in terror for Rourke to return. When he did, he looked upset and worried.

“You weren’t at the dining hall, what happened?” He asked, crossing the room in a single stride.

“He’s almost here…” You said, sobbing and shaking. “I’m so scared, Rourke, I’m so scared.”

He picked you up and carried you to the bed, laying you down and getting in after you, holding you close to him.

“It’s going to be okay, my love,” He said. “Nothing is going to happen to you, I promise. He’s outmatched by a long mile, he can’t get to you.”

“What about you?” You asked him, tears streaking down your face. “Where will you be?”

He sighed reluctantly. “I’ll be at the gate. That’s where I’m always stationed,” He told you.

You cried harder. “You could get hurt. He could kill you! Even if he’s defeated, he will still kill people. You could be one of them! I can’t lose you!”

“You won’t, my love,” He said reassuringly. “I can guarantee that. I can’t tell you why just yet, but we have an ace in the hole he can’t beat. I promise, love, I’ll be alright.”

“Swear to me!”

“I swear, love, I swear,” He said, kissing your brow. “You’ll wait with the other women, won’t you? Don’t do anything reckless because you’re worried. You must swear that to me.”

You nodded, sniffling. “I swear.” You gulped. “Rourke?”

“Yes, my love?”

“When it’s over… I have to tell you something.”

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in honor of recent monster hunter wilds news, i have something to say, rant incoming with not a lot of effort and not really any real character analysis or anything, just random thoughts in no particular order: monhun world handler was good actually, and i dont get why shes so overhated.

i can absolutely see some frustrations with her, my biggest issue is more with the game than with her, and thats the constant "hey dont forget to do the main quest" every single time you return to base (handler is NOT the only one who does this, dont put all the blame on her), but it upsets me that what everyone typically seems to complain about with her is everything thats NOT an issue.

- "shes ugly/fat" no shes not, shes just not Extra Cutesy

- "she eats too much" her love of food is a character trait, youre mad at a character in a silly video game for having a silly personality.

- "she gets into trouble a lot" you are the hunter and her teammate. your job is to attack the monsters. its not her fault that shes trying to do her job and research the field. she could be smarter about it, yea, but no one has any problem when the exact same could be said about felynes since i think monhun 1. this is not a serious franchise, and characters will be a little goofy when it comes to monsters

- "well what about the deviljho" that is entirely not her fault, the questline makes a massive deal over this

- "she stole my hug from the cat" your palico is just as happy to see her as they are to see you, shes simply the one who crouched down to return a hug, not the hunter

you dont have to like her obviously, but i dont think she deserves to be treated like the scum of the earth for such small reasoning

anyway rant over, im excited for wilds, im excited to see what almas like, i just wish worlds handler wasnt being burned at the stake over it for little to no reason

i would like to do other things on this blog than just talk into the void tbh, i probably will someday, theres just some thoughts like this that i get a bit too passionate about and cant help wanting to toss into the wind and hope it reaches some people

#elle rambles #monster hunter #monster hunter world #monster hunter wilds

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cursed-frog · 12 hours

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A Slightly too long / in depth documentation and analysis of the unofficial Dan and Phil colouring book by shout magazine

Alright buckle up chuckle fucks because this book is simultaneously a very nostalgic and strange time capsule of how the public saw them.

We start off with the book cover, showing up what's in store, from the credits, most of the pictures that you see are from their Instagram because of copyright or something so you probably won't find anything original.

OK so, first colouring page I can't even look at directly because the faces freak me the fuck out, It's genuinely so creepy, and they have made no effort to stylize them, only just add some quirky text bubbles and background patterns.

Next page is a full spread of them which looks slightly better, from the wellies they're wearing this might be a still from when they were at a BBC radio festival, overall better but still souless.

For the third page we have a Tyler Oakley cameo and our first non colouring activity. This actually made me cackle so fucking hard because the thing is basically asking you to write your own self insert YouTuber quiz role-play. Iconic. As for the art, what can I say, they look like soy jacks.

Nothing to say other than the word 'tops' only bar gave me a good chortle.

OK. This fucking page. The art is fine Phil kinda looks like a piece of crumpled paper, but the real weird shit is the would you rather because this is ODD

Most of it is fine, but, I REALLY FUCKING HOPE THAT THE HAMSTER THING IS ABOUT PHIL'S CHILDHOOD HAMSTER BREEDING. JESUS. Also, some of these have nothing to do with them? wym nandos?? With the sock's thing too... Generally icky page.

Moving on, we see the writer struggling to find stuff to talk about, so they just tell the audience to just put something here that reminds you of them. Eh?? OK I guess

Their eyes. Wow. And a crossword puzzle, cute.

ok next pages I don't really have much to say about, they're fine

The ick that this page gave me hurt my soul

and that's it, I love documenting history.

#dnp #dan and phil #phan #amazingphil #daniel howell #notice i didnt colour a single page in when i was like 13 #the pages scared me too much lmao #uncanny valley #as fuck

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hey, i love your blog, you’re so kind for doing all of this. kudos.

i was wondering if you have advice on how to not be terrified of sharing your work with the world? i write a lot of fanfiction (and someday hopefully some original stories) but i get so so anxious about ANYONE reading them so they usually end up rotting in my google docs, and eventually i stop writing them because i don’t get the motivation that comes from reader responses

but the issue is i’m not sure how to tackle this anxiety. as someone who has published works, do you have advice for this?

Tackling the Anxiety of Sharing Your Work

For my answer, I'm going to cobble together some bits from previous posts and add some new stuff. ♥

Sharing our fiction with others is one of the biggest steps we take as writers, and it can be scary no matter what you write. But, if you want to be published, it’s a necessary step. As with so many things in life, doing something that requires courage is often just a matter of taking a deep breath and doing it. "Ripping off the band-aid," as they say.

However, there are some things that might help ease the associated anxiety a bit:

1 - Try to Pin Down Your Specific Fears - One of the first things you may want to do is try to figure out what you're specifically afraid of or what's making you the most anxious about the prospect of sharing your work. If you can find the root cause, it might be easier to tackle the associated anxiety. Are you worried people:

will think your writing is bad?

won’t like your writing style?

won’t get your story/characters?

will judge you for what you write about?

will think less of you for writing at all or what you write about?

will blab about your writing to others?

will steal your ideas?

will see similarities between your story and others?

will make you feel tied to a project you might not complete?

I tackle some of these in the writing-related-fears portion of my Motivation master list.

2 - Don't Rush It - If you take the time to properly revise and edit your story, you can be confident in knowing you've put in the time and effort to make your story the best it possibly can be.

3 - Start Small - If you can, try sharing your story first with an "alpha reader," or in other words a trusted friend, family member, or community member who can appreciate your story. In this case, you might say you're not looking for specific feedback but just a general impression of what they liked about the story. This way, it's not about getting constructive criticism so much as getting over the hump of sharing it and getting the little boost of what they like about the story.

4 - Gradually Go Bigger - From there, you might try sending to a couple of beta readers and opening up to a bit more feedback. The great thing about this is not only are you conditioning yourself to sharing and getting the opinions of others, you can potentially use the feedback to iron out kinks in the story if there are any.

5 - Use a Pen Name - You might want to consider using a pen name for anonymity. Pen names have many different purposes, but much like wearing a mask at a party, they can decrease your inhibition a bit because it creates a bit of a buffer between the real you and your writing.

6 - Post and Let It Go - Many writers get around the issue by simply not engaging with reader feedback, and if you're someone who cares what other people think or are likely to be daunted by the prospect of criticism, this may be the best route for you to go. Now, I know that with fan-fiction in particular, reader feedback is often used for improvement. But the truth of the matter is, you shouldn't rely on reader feedback for improvement anyway. Alpha readers, beta readers, critique partners, and editors are a much better metric for where to improve. When you get your feedback elsewhere, you can post your story and let it fly on its own without worrying about what others are saying.

I hope that helps!

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sarcasticsciencefictionwriter · 12 hours

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In the vein of posts about commenting on AO3 and the comments on those about being fanfiction authors being needy and selfish, I'd like everyone to see this.

Every AO3 author has a statistics page, for those of you who don't know. We get to see everything related to our stories and, basically, how they're received.

It looks like this:

Here, we have the overall breakdown of one author (in this case, of 107 stories). You'll notice right away that the statistics are incredibly skewed.

2,349 kudos to 26,841 hits, 519 comment threads to 26,841 hits. Even factoring in multi-chapter stories and rereads (of one-shots or otherwise) these numbers do not even out.

We'll allow lack of popularity in certain fandoms, readers genuinely not liking a story, and those who left before finishing to be considered, but that still should not affect the numbers so vastly.

This is why comments are so important to authors.

We can see how many times our stories have been read overall; we can see how our writing is being treated as content that is expected to be there rather than art we put effort into for free.

I know not everyone has the energy or mentality to comment all the time and that's okay. Even just hitting the kudos button is great!

But treating reading fics as a hit-and-run does effect the authors.

We see that we put something out there and that it has been read over and over. But we also see that no one appreciated it or felt we were worthy of the time to leave appreciation.

It also effects us because people will sort stories and deem their 'worth' by kudos and comments and assume because they aren't there, the work is no good.

I hope seeing the numbers laid out makes people understand better.

If anyone reblogs this and is comfortable doing so, feel free to add a shot of your statistics so people can really see why there are so many posts about commenting on AO3.

#ao3 #support fic writers #commenting #reading fics #fic writing #ao3 writer #writers on tumblr #ao3 fanfic #ao3fic #fic #fanfiction #fanfic

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My gosh,believe me,I just got into the dungeon meshi and I just wanted to thank you for writing all those hcs😭😭😭 I've been rereading them a few times over and over lol

I guess that if everyone is requesting,then maybe I can ask for a tall fem reader who is like 5'10 ft x kabru cause he is such a small man actually omg😭😭😭😭

Anyway,I hope your back pains are okay cause it probably hurts like hell,jeez. Take breaks!!

rereading them??? my fics?? anon,,, i think u might have stolen my heart 🥹 thank you for the kind words !!!

fem reader + sfw + reader is a meanie

the time to bully kabru is now. and you take every opportunity you can get, just to tease him. its payback for how much he’s been a little shit to you and your friends (exaggeration)

although you loved that man dearly, you can’t help but play around with him at times. whether its pinching his ear or just ambushing him from behind with an embrace, you liked seeing his usual calm demeanor scrunch in surprise.

“i know you’re behind me.” kabru hums playfully, fingers flipping through a page on his book. “i caught you this time— ah!”

nipping his earlobe, you wrap your arms around him, peppering light kisses all over his face. he sits at his desk, making him look even shorter from your perspective while you stand.

“bet you didn’t see that coming.” grinning widely, you continue the smooch treatment on his cheeks and nose.

he chuckles before putting his hands on your hips, “alright, alright, you win.”

one of his favorite things about your height is the easy access of your neck. it’s takes no effort to nuzzle into you, he doesn’t have to bend over or tip toe, making it very comfortable for him.

kabru just melts into you, he loves physical touch and you often feel him resting his cheek on your shoulder whenever you two spend a relaxing day together.

whenever you’re in need of comfort, he opens his arms wide, smiling at you softly. proudly calls himself your own personal teddy bear while you hug him.

he loves being the small spoon btw, feeling and hearing your heartbeat is comforting. the act is so intimate for him and kabru loves being close to you (your chest is soft and comfortable too but its just a bonus)

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dunmeshi x reader #delicious in dungeon x reader #dungeon meshi x reader #dunmeshi #kabru x reader #kabru of utaya #kabru delicious in dungeon #kabru dungeon meshi

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Reporter! Reader x Prohero Izuku Midoriya

As the first rays of the morning sun peeked over the horizon, the city of Musutafu came alive with the bustling energy of its residents. Among them was y/n, an ambitious reporter for the city's leading news outlet. Today was a special day, one that had the potential to define y/n's career. It was the day of the much-anticipated interview with the Number One Pro Hero, Izuku Midoriya, also known as Deku.

Arriving at the agency, y/n couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. The towering building was a symbol of hope and safety, a testament to Deku's dedication and tireless efforts in protecting the city. With a deep breath, y/n walked through the revolving doors, greeted by a friendly receptionist who guided them to the top floor.

The elevator ride felt like an eternity, but finally, the doors opened to a spacious, sunlit office. There he was, Izuku Midoriya, standing by the window with a warm smile. His presence was as commanding as it was reassuring, his green eyes sparkling with a kindness that put y/nat ease.

"Welcome! It's a pleasure to meet you," Deku said, extending a hand.

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Midoriya," y/n replied, shaking his hand firmly.

"Please, call me Izuku," he insisted with a grin. "Shall we get started?"

The two sat down, and y/n began setting up the recording equipment. As the interview commenced, Izuku spoke passionately about his journey to becoming the Number One Hero, the challenges he faced, and the values that guided him. His words were not just inspiring but also deeply personal, revealing a side of him that few had seen.

"You've mentioned before that being a hero is not just about strength, but also about heart. Can you elaborate on that?" y/n asked.

Izuku's expression softened. "Being a hero means more than just defeating villains. It's about empathy, understanding, and the willingness to go above and beyond for others. It's about being a symbol of hope, someone people can rely on. Every decision I make is guided by the desire to protect and uplift those around me."

As the interview progressed, y/n found themselves captivated not just by Izuku's words, but by his genuine sincerity. It was clear that his heroism stemmed from a place of deep compassion and unwavering resolve.

After the formal questions were over, there was a moment of silence, a comfortable pause that allowed y/n to gather their thoughts. Izuku took this opportunity to turn the tables.

"You've asked me so many questions about being a hero. But I'm curious, what drives you in your work as a reporter?"

Caught off guard, y/n smiled. "I guess it's the stories. The chance to uncover truths, to share experiences that can inspire and inform. Much like you, I want to make a difference, in my own way."

Izuku nodded thoughtfully. "That's a noble pursuit. Our roles may be different, but our goals are very much aligned."

As the interview concluded and y/n began to pack up, Izuku extended an invitation. "If you're interested, maybe you could join me on a patrol sometime. See the world from a hero's perspective."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat. "I would love that. Thank you, Izuku."

With the promise of future adventures, y/n left the agency with a renewed sense of purpose and a story that would undoubtedly touch the hearts of many. Little did you know, this was just the beginning of an extraordinary journey alongside the world's greatest hero.

-Chiearsworld💋

#izuku midoriya x reader #reporter #mha x reader #anime and manga #pro hero

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I am not the same anon but i hope you dont feel any ounce of guilt even if you answer this days later, take good care of yourself as much as possible. Onto the question. Do you have some ideas on what could be the main reasons for dysphoria to develop in a young person and why? Do you think things like same sex attraction could be a big factor to sparkle up dysphoria? Even though i struggle to understand how some people stay okay being same sex attracted and in their bodies and some want nothing to do with their body. And in the more tragic case, CSA could have some impact on developing it as well? Or maybe you have some other takes on it, i would be very curious to hear (well. read)

Thank you for your kind words and patience in my getting back to you, Anon.

To zero in on the same sex attraction aspect since that is what you specifically inquired about, yes, I do think that it could be a factor in some cases. However, as the saying goes, correlation does not necessarily equal causation and I think we need to be careful in not inadvertently insinuating that when having these discussions for a couple different reasons. From a gender-critical perspective, I can look back on my childhood and conclude that my dysphoria developed partially because I grew up in a homophobic environment and (unconsciously) further perpetrated that homophobia onto myself. It was not my same sex attraction that was wrong, but “society,” if you will.

However, I was not always able to do this, simply because I have not always been gender-critical. Many transgender people—and especially youth—come from a place of (often severe) internalized homophobia as same sex-attracted people. So, when someone states that same sex attraction may be a factor in dysphoria and transgender identity without explaining (or even mentioning) the why behind that, I view that as flippant—because someone with internalized homophobia can interpret that to mean, “I am dysphoric because I am bi- and/or homosexual.” Our sexualities become the reason for our turmoil—and through that, they, once again, become something for us to hate.

It also just gives way too much room for people who don’t actually have anyone’s best interests at heart to be homophobic. When we say that most dysphoric and trans people are homo- or bisexual and just leave it at that, what do we think a trans-critical homophobe is going to think? I can tell you they’re not going to reflect on their own biases. They’re going to take that to mean that same sex attraction is some sort of mental illness and that dysphoria is a symptom of it. It shifts the blame from homophobic societal structures to the person who is the victim of them. These are different sides of the same coin: When we fail to be mindful in analyzing and discussing the links between dysphoria and sexuality, both groups receive confirmation that same sex attraction is a problem.

I want to both clarify and emphasize, Anon, that I am not making a direct criticism of your own words but rather providing a general commentary on what I have personally seen and how I think it may affect people in ways we may not immediately realize. I feel that consideration of how these statements may come off is sometimes lacking, and as someone who was affected by that when I first started questioning my own transition, I felt it appropriate to mention here. I wish that more emphasis was put on social attitudes, rather than personal attraction, when discussing dysphoria and how it may be linked to sexuality—because that puts the focus on society as a whole rather than singling out one single aspect of a person that they are, very likely, already deeply struggling with. Same sex attraction is the correlation in dysphoric people; hatred of that attraction is the cause of that dysphoria. There is a difference between the two. It is essential we do not overlook it.

To address your other inquiry, I can also speak from personal experience in that my history of abuse did play a significant role in my dysphoria in retrospect. At the age I started identifying as transgender, I was not yet emotionally mature enough to understand that I was being abused. I just knew that people who were supposed to love and protect me instead harmed and took advantage of me, and I did not like that. My upbringing caused me to become passively suicidal from a very young age, which I then understood as wanting to “start over”—and it just so happened that transness eventually gave me that chance. I guess you could say that dysphoria was an expression of that pain and transition was an attempt at escaping it. Myself, as a child, was an abuse victim, a pawn, a pet—but myself, as a trans adult, was who I was outside of that. I fought so viciously to protect my transness because to criticize it felt—and still feels—like killing who I could have been.

Of course, I can only speak for myself, and frankly, that is the only person I want to speak for when it comes to abuse—but this is not just a personal thing. Virtually every single person in the trans community that I was in was also an abuse victim and abuse victims consistently remain(ed) a shocking majority in the communities outside of my own. I do not believe that that is just a coincidence.

I think that the need for control is a significant factor that unites both of these scenarios. I did eventually learn what homophobia was and came to terms with the fact that I had been abused. What I didn’t want to accept was that these things contributed to my pain—because I could not change them. I could not rid the world of homophobia. I could not keep my abusers from being abusive. But if I was the cause of my pain and the solution to that pain was right there, that meant that I could fix it. If everything was “just” dysphoria, that meant that I could heal myself without waiting around for those who hurt me to change. To consider the influence of anything that existed outside of my own mind was to lose hope because it shown a light on everything that I had no power to change as an individual among billions. When so many of us are already disadvantaged in some way from the get-go and we have absolutely no say in any of it, it only makes sense that we would turn that pain inwards and develop dysphoria—and when transition feels like (and is marketed as) the obvious solution, of course we will go through with it. It is our way to have a say. It is no wonder so many of us view transition as empowering when you look at it like that.

So, to finally address your leading question, “Do you have some ideas on what could be the main reasons for dysphoria to develop in a young person and why?” I believe that a variety of factors could be at play and for different reasons for different people. This is not just my own personal opinion; it has been shown that dysphoria and transgender identity tend to be especially concentrated in specific demographics and it would be ignorant of me to discount that. However, beyond citing what is demonstrably obvious and sharing my own experiences in an effort to offer perspective, I do not feel I am in a position to theorize what may or may not have caused someone else’s dysphoria. I strongly believe that dysphoric people need to come to that understanding themselves.

I also do not personally believe that there is a “main reason” on as to why dysphoria may develop in a young person in all cases. I suppose my own “main reason” would be that I fell into the trans community because I never thought seriously about transitioning prior to that time—but the thing is, even if I hadn’t, I would still be dealing with everything else that influenced my getting to this point. I cannot completely divorce all of the things that feed into my dysphoria because they also feed into each other. If I were to take the trans community out of that equation, it would just be the influence of the trans community missing. It is impossible to say whether or not I would have still gone down this same path without that. I honestly think it is just as likely that what remains would simply replace what no longer applies. Dysphoria is like a web. Webs are sticky things.

And as to why some people develop dysphoria while others do not, who knows? Throughout my medical transition as a teenager, every second or third person I talked to either had a full-blown eating disorder, or was on their way to developing one. I was under constant unconscious influence to go down that same path. I struggle with all of the known psychological risk factors in eating disorder development and was also raised in ways that are known to encourage them to develop overtime. Meanwhile, dysphoria was essentially unknown to everyone outside of my bubble. Why, then, did I develop dysphoria when it would have made more sense for me to develop an eating disorder? I don’t know. I don’t think there is a way to know.

At the end of the day, I truly do think whether or not one goes on to develop dysphoria is just a matter of luck (or rather, lack thereof). That is the unfortunate nature of mental illness. Sometimes you get it, sometimes you don’t, and there’s really no “reason” on as to why you have it while someone else with similar experiences might not. But even if there were a reason for it, even if I could pinpoint exactly what caused my dysphoria, I can honestly say that no comfort would come from my knowing—because knowing would not change the fact that I have it. I cannot go back, only forward, and in doing so, I have made peace with that ambiguity.

I sincerely hope this answer makes up for how long I made you wait for it.

#the reason i haven't been active the past few days is because i was spending all my time on here fucking slaving over this thing lmao #i honestly still hate this answer but nothing is ever perfect to me and you've waited long enough for it #so i just hope you can see the effort that i put into it #i have a lot of thoughts on this topic but chose to focus on abuse and same sex attraction since that is what you specifically asked #i could definitely give my opinion on other potential factors if you have anything in mind but you'll need to give me some sort of prompt #because my mind goes a mile a minute when i'm asked anything open-ended and when that happens it is impossible for me to be brief lmao #submission #answered #gender critical #writing #text #my post

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