#truly the roots of this fucking website
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the thing about night vale that makes it stand out to this day and makes even the old episodes hold up is how unabashedly unashamedly queer it is
and I don't just mean that cecil declare es his undying love for a man he saw once within the first 10 minutes of the entire show. I don't just mean the many, many casually lgbt+ characters
I mean that it's just. So fucking weird.
like the first thing to understand about it is that long-form fiction podcasts like this weren't really a thing before. night vale was foundational to not only it's genre, but it's format. audio dramas weren't dead exactly, but they were going out of style, who listened to the radio for fiction in 2012?
and Fink & Cranor just came along and went fuck you, we're gonna do what we want. we're gonna tell the stories we want to tell how we want to tell them.
there's a giant glow cloud that drops dead animals. DO NOT APPROACH THE DOG PARK.
like. I can't really express it. but from its very first moments it was just so. genuine. like you could really feel that this was written by people just doing whatever they thought would be fun or cool or interesting, who wrote for themselves and didn't really care about reaching an audience.
hey apropos of nothing let's do a psa about what color helicopters are most likely to abduct your children. have you heard about throat spiders?
and it works! too this day it still works because it's fun and scary and heartfelt and weird as all fuck
of course a website full of queer weirdos would fall in love with this
#truly the roots of this fucking website#I honestly believe wtnv showed us what fiction could be if people were allowed to just. do whatever.#idk y'all it's late but man I love night vale#welcome to night vale
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Your stories and images are beyond incredible. My favorite blog on tumblr BY FAR. Truly incredible work. I guess it’s kind of selfish, so absolutely so absolutely no worries, at the very least I got to tell you how much I appreciate and love your content. But I’m a short, nerdy, thin, art student in college right now. I’m tired of being in the closet, I’m tired of being a push over, Im tired of being weak and submissive, I’m tired of being a virgin, and I wanna change. Maybe you could help with a story by turning me into one of those jaw dropping beautiful confident men that you make the pictures of, I would very much appreciate it. But no worries if you can’t, I just love your content!
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Nathaniel sighed quietly, as he came over his hairless stomach. Of course, he had to be quiet! The dorm walls were paper-thin, and he certainly didn't want the guys from the neighboring dorm rooms to hear him. He looked at the website once more, with the story and the hot buff men before he closed the incognito browser tab and proceeded to clean himself up.
When he looked into the bathroom mirror, he sighed again, but this time, it was a sigh of sadness. There really wasn't anything remotely impressive about him. He was thin and weak, and pathetic really. If it wasn't for his lack of boobs and his sorry excuse for a dick, he could very well pass as a woman. In fact, he had been mistakenly called "Madame" more than once, and one time, he had even been asked "how his transition was going".
No, Nathan was a cis man, just not a very impressive one. He was gay, of course, and loved to look at 'real' men while jerking his small cock. Most of the time, he fantasized about some hairy brute rough-handling him, pushing his face against the bed and fucking his tiny ass into submission. However, even though the thought was exciting to Nathan, he even more wished to *be* such a man. The rational part of Nathan knew that both fantasies would not happen anytime, though. It was physically impossible to just *become* a 'real man', and it was impossible for Nathan to even admit to anyone that he was gay. So, he would probably just stay a closeted virgin forever - doomed to masturbate to some kinky stories he was so embarrassed about that he only dared to look at them from an incognito browser tab.
He sighed a third time when he crawled into bed. Perhaps someday he would accept his fate.
Nathan was already almost asleep when he heard the firework starting outside. Right. It was New Year’s Eve. What a way to start the new year.
The next morning, Nathan was feeling a bit better. Of course, his deep-rooted unhappiness still lingered within him, but Nathan decided to try and enjoy the day. He liked new year’s days. Everyone usually was at home after having celebrated the whole night which meant that the world outside was very quiet. Not much happened on New Year’s Day.
Nathan decided to go to a nearby cafe. There, with a steaming mug of hot chocolate next to him, he got out his drawing utensils and looked around the place. There weren't too many people. An older couple sat together, the man reading a book, and the woman reading a magazine, while an elderly lady sat at the counter. She was probably the owner. However, there was one more guy, a young adult like Nathan, who sat on a nearby table all by himself and was playing on his phone. He had his chair tilted back a bit, stabilizing himself against the wall and rocking a bit. He had earphones in his ear, so he was probably listening to music while doing so.
Nathan's first instinct was to draw the old couple, but then he looked at the other young man again. He looked a bit like one of those men from the internet, the kind that Nathan would fantasize about. Just a bit. The other man wasn't burly and muscular and assertive, but instead he had a lean, fit build. Nathan was a bad judge of character, especially without having spoken to the person in question, but the young man didn't look particularly assertive or dominant either. So, all in all, not too much like the men Nathan longed for on the internet. But still, he had a certain charm to him. Nathan liked the fit, lean body and the aura of positivity the man seemed to exude and wanted to capture that on paper.
Nathan began sketching the man, while occasionally looking up, making sure the man wouldn't notice. However, it was hard to keep his eyes off the guy. Every now and then, he would laugh a bit or make a funny face when watching something on his phone, which Nathan couldn't help but find very attractive.
He was just working on drawing the man's hands, when Nathan suddenly heard someone address him.
"Hey, what are you drawing?" The voice didn't sound rude or unfriendly, but plainly interested. Still, Nathan flinched visibly. The attractive man on the other table had removed one earplug and turned towards Nathan.
"Uh, sorry?" stuttered Nathan, not quite sure how to react. The guy pointed at Nathan's drawing pad and smiled: "You're an artist?"
Nathan could feel the blood rushing to his face. The drawing pad was tilted towards Nathan, so his unvoluntary model could not have seen what exactly Nathan was drawing. He could - no, he should - just lie and tell him he was sketching something in the room. But he just couldn't think of anything and the time for a good answer was running out. Almost involuntarily, Nathan stuttered, with his head red like a tomato: "Uhm, yeah, kind of. I was sketching you, actually."
The guy laughed a short and friendly laugh: "Really? Cool! Can I see it?"
Nathan could feel his heartbeat quicken, and his face got even redder. This was so embarrassing! But he couldn't very well refuse now, could he? So, he placed the pad flat on the table, just as the guy came over and sat himself down on Nathan's table.
"Oh wow!", he sounded impressed. "You're really talented! It's like looking into a mirror."
"Thanks" - Nathan hated getting compliments. Not only didn't he know how to react to them, but he also found them mostly fake. He was an art student, but he wasn't that good really, at least in his own opinion. In the dictionary, there was probably a picture of Nathan right next to the entry for "Imposter Syndrome".
"But why are you drawing me?" Although Nathan had feared that this question might come up, he didn't have a good lie to answer it. It was almost as if his mouth was acting on its own, when Nathan heard himself stammer: "Uh, eh, it's because I... I find you quite handsome actually. Good-looking I mean."
Nathan wished for nothing more than to be swallowed by the earth here and now. But to his big surprise, the guy just laughed again and said: "You think so? Thanks! The name's Oliver by the way." Oliver had, apparently, much less of a problem taking a compliment.
"Nathan." said Nathan and started to relax a tiny bit. However, the situation suddenly got even worse, when Oliver continued, in the same light-hearted voice. "Nice to meet you, Nathan! Are you into guys?"
Nathan froze solid. He hadn't expected that. And even worse, the answer was, of course, yes. But there was no way he could say that, was there? So, instead, he just stared at Oliver with his eyes wide open and a deer-in-headlights look.
"I mean, I'm gay - are you as well?" Oliver explained. "With the whole drawing dudes and all."
Nathan's brain had stopped working properly, so he couldn't help but nod and mumble a faint "yes".
Oliver's smile broadened and he said: "Really? Cool!"
Nathan's mind was racing. He had just admitted his homosexuality. To a complete stranger. Out of the blue. He didn't plan to come out that way, it just... happened.
A moment of awkward silence radiated from Nathan, but, thankfully, Oliver salvaged the situation pretty elegantly.
"Listen Nathan, I'll have to run now. But are you free tomorrow around 2? We could grab a coffee and you could show me some of your drawings if you like."
A spark of bravery, completely foreign to him, awakened in Nathan and he answered: "Y-yes. I think I would like that."
Oliver smiled another of his broad smiles. "Awesome! Let's meet here then tomorrow!"
With that, Oliver nodded at Nathan and left the cafe, putting in his headphone again while humming happily.
Did that really just happen? Nathan looked from the unfinished drawing towards the cafe door. Did he really just... got invited to a date? With a handsome guy named Oliver? Nathan wasn't sure whether to be happy or not. On the one hand, it was a miracle, a once in a lifetime opportunity. A cute and hot guy was actually interested in him! But on the other hand, there was no way he could make a good impression. How desperate had that Oliver guy to be to actually ask *him* out?
A small voice in his head insisted that he could just not show up tomorrow and avoid the whole disappointment. But the spark of bravery was still there, and Nathan fought down the feeling. No, he was going to show. If it turned out to be a disaster, he could still flee the scene - it wasn't like Oliver knew literally anything about him.
Nathan quickly packed his things and returned to his dorm room. Once he arrived, he noticed that he was completely covered in sweat of fear. His shirt showed wet spots under his arms and felt cold to the touch. Disgusted, Nathan immediately went for a shower. Only there, standing under the hot steamy water, Nathan could appreciate what happened. He got *asked out*. On a *date*. With a *guy*. Yesterday he had been certain he would die alone and lonely but then, today, he got *asked out*. Was this really a thing? Did it really happen?
He wasn't sure. He had a hard time believing it. Perhaps the whole thing was just a weird dream? A figment of his imagination. But no. The half-finished drawing was proof enough that Oliver really existed.
When Nathan exited the shower cabin, the whole bathroom was covered in steam, blinding the mirrors. Perhaps this - or the spinning of his thoughts - was the reason that he didn't notice that his hair had changed. Instead of his usual medium length brown-ish hair, he now sported a much shorter hairstyle - in a much darker color, almost black. Be it as it may - Nathan had other things on mind than checking his hair. He spent the whole afternoon and even the evening researching on how to make a good impression on a first date.
The next morning, Nathan slept in, which was pretty unusual for him. His whole frame felt weird, when he crawled out of bed. It wasn't too late, either - he had a comfortable 3 hours until the date. When he passed the bathroom mirror on his morning routine, however, he stopped for a moment. Something was... off about his face. His hair. It looked kind of... different?
Nathan stared at his reflection for a few seconds, straining his mind. Somehow, the shape of his jawbone seemed unfamiliar. And was his hair always that dark, almost black?
Finally, he shook his head. No, he was just seeing things. Of course, that was as it always had been. After having finished his bathroom business, Nathan went for a shower and prepared himself.
An hour later, he stood in front of the mirror, trying out a bunch of outfits and felt slight panic rising inside of him. None of his clothes fit very well, it was like he was cursed! It wasn't that his shirts and pants were much too big or much too small, but for some reason none of his clothes really felt comfortable. Both his favorite shirt and his usual jeans felt somewhat constricting today. Finally, Nathan just put on an outfit, and left his room.
When he entered the cafe, Oliver was already sitting there, two coffee mugs in front of him. He smiled, waved and gestured for Nathan to join him.
"Hello, Nathan!"
"H-hi." said Nathan, his nervousness returning.
"Here, I bought you a coffee!" Oliver pushed one of the mugs over the table.
"Thanks." Nathan was somewhat distracted by the ill-fitting clothes, and he could pretty much feel the nervous sweat practically pouring out of his pores.
"No problem!", said Oliver. "I was early, anyway. How are you doing today?"
"Fine." said Nathan and took a sip of his coffee, trying to hide his nervousness. He vividly remembered all the good advice he had read yesterday, but all that felt just impossible to him.
"So, you're an artist? What do you do?" Oliver asked with genuine interest.
"Well, I study art, I guess. I want to be a concept artist, you know, for games or movies or so. But, eh, right now, I'm just a student, and I'm not really that good."
"That's not how I remember it!" smiled Oliver. "Can you show me more of your work?"
Nathan nodded as he got out his sketchbook. Talking about his art was something he was comfortable with and allowed him to warm up somewhat over the course of the conversation. Oliver appeared to be quite a nice guy and had a lot of questions about drawing, so, Nathan, in turn, started to relax and talk more freely. He found out that Oliver was a veterinary technician and had a part time job at a dog shelter. That, combined with the fact that he was, in general, a really nice and positive guy, made him incredibly appealing to Nathan.
After the two had talked for a while, Oliver suddenly remarked: "You know, I really like your stubble! It really suits you!"
Stubble? What was he talking about? Nathan rarely needed to shave, but he had done so this morning, so, it was absolutely impossible that he should have visible facial hair. And yet, as he felt his chin, his fingers met with bristly short hair, so dense and long that there was no way he could have missed it this morning. Nathan found it strange, to say the least, but didn't want to make a scene in this situation. His spark of courage was a small candle flame now, as he just smiled while he felt his chin and said "Thank you!"
The two continued to chat a bit. While doing so, Nathan tried not to think too much about the fact that his clothes were, somehow, tighter than before.
Finally, Oliver's phone buzzed, and he looked at the screen.
"Damn, it's that late already?"
"What is it?", asked Nathan.
"Oh, the dog shelter. I have a shift soon, I need to go!"
Nathan sighed inwardly. He was really enjoying the date and didn't want it to end. He was pulled out of his thoughts by the feeling of Olivers hand on his. It felt... good. Good and strange, like the texture of his own hand was somewhat wrong, somewhat rougher than before. When he looked up into Oliver's eyes, he found the other man smiling.
"I really enjoyed this. You are a wonderful person, Nathan. We should do this again."
Nathan nodded. He didn't trust his voice right now.
"How about... tomorrow?", Oliver continued. "There's an art exhibition in town, perhaps you would like to go there with me?"
Nathan's heart jumped a beat. He didn't have time or courage yet to go to the exhibition and the prospect of seeing Oliver again so soon was wonderful.
"I would very much like that", Nathan replied and smiled.
"Great! Let's meet there, say at 5?"
"Sure!"
Oliver smiled his beautiful, broad smile, and stood up, leaving some money for the coffees on the table. Nathan too got up, but before he could leave, Oliver stopped him with a warm expression in his eyes. "You know, I really think I like you a lot." He said, and his hand touched Nathan's somewhat bristly cheek. Almost automatically, both of their faces drew closer to each other, until their lips met with the slightest touch. It was a chaste, short kiss, but Nathan could feel Oliver's lips smile when they broke apart.
"See you tomorrow!", said Oliver and left the cafe.
Nathan's knees felt weak, and his heart was beating rapidly. There were a thousand feeling, all happening inside him at once and Nathan needed a moment to sort through them before he was able to move again. There was a part of him that couldn't quite believe what just happened, but the biggest part was just euphoric. He basically jogged back to his home, full of a never experienced energy.
When he arrived in his room, his body was feeling even weirder than before. All of his clothes were way too tight. It was not just that he felt constricted, no, the clothes actually were much too small. He quickly got rid of them, noticing that, again, he had sweated like a pig. As Nathan glanced down on himself, he could almost see that his body was somehow different. Fitter, healthier. It was probably just his imagination, though, caused by his ecstatic mood. He briefly considered taking another shower but postponed it to tomorrow. There would be plenty of time and Nathan felt really glad and tired for today.
Nathan woke up from two different feelings the next morning. First, he felt itchy and sweaty all over his body and was subconsciously scratching himself in his sleep. Second, and perhaps even more importantly, Nathan was experiencing a severe case of morning wood. His manhood was rigid and pulsating under his sheets and was begging for attention. Nathan had a hard time remembering when he last experienced such an urgent urge to jerk off. He wasn't sure, but the memories of their kissing yesterday came to his mind as soon as he woke up, so, he couldn't resist closing his hand around his hard cock and started pumping. His hand felt rough and big, and Nathan couldn't be sure, but both length and girth of his tool seemed increased, too. However, Nathan could hardly concentrate on that due to the waves of pleasure washing over him.
It didn't take very long for Nathan to shoot a big load onto his stomach, with a moan. It was a big and sticky load, too, mixing with the little dark hairs on his stomach and chest. Nathan blinked in post-nut clarity. Hairs? He didn't have body hair.
Nathan got up quickly and went to the bathroom. Something about his perspective was off, too. It was like the ceiling was closer than it was supposed to be, and the ground further away. Once Nathan had used some toilet paper to wipe away most of the cum, he took a look at himself in the mirror. There was no denying that he looked different. He was definitely somewhat taller and broader than before. He didn't have a scale, but he was sure that he had gained quite some weight as well - not only due to the increased height and broader shoulders but also because his previous stickman-like appearance had been altered quite somewhat. All over his frame, a lean definition was visible, hinting at muscles even. His chin was covered in visible stubble and there was a bit of body hair visible, mainly on his chest and stomach as well as peeking out under his armpit.
Speaking of which, as Nathan raised his arm to look at his pits, a certain smell reached his nose. A musky, manly, slightly sweaty odor that wasn't quite unpleasant but was certainly unfamiliar.
Nathan had a hard time wrapping his mind around what he was seeing. There was no denying he looked *good*. He just didn't look exactly like *himself*. And for some reason, this didn't bother Nathan quite as much as it probably should. He should be panicking or calling a doctor. People didn't just grow taller overnight or put on definition without working out. And yet, Nathan only felt a slight bit of curiosity and a weak impulse that he probably *should* work out then.
Nathan shook his head and went back to his bedroom. He didn't bother putting on clothing and tried to pass the time until afternoon. The only thing that he *really* regretted about his sudden changes was that his favorite shirt and jeans would definitely not fit anymore.
He ended up watching a bit of TV and browsing the internet, before he decided it was time to prepare himself. Finding clothes that would fit now proved to be quite a challenge, but in the end, he settled on a plain t-shirt and some cargo pants. He had bought both of them a number too big by mistake, which came in quite handy now.
Walking through the city was a strange experience. He felt good about himself and held his head high. Combined with the fact that Nathan's head was, indeed, higher than before, it was like seeing the city in a whole new perspective. Less looking at the ground and more looking straight ahead.
His new posture seemed to have another effect, too. Where before he had to avoid people, trying not to get in their way, now they seemed to be stepping aside for him, which was a foreign but not unpleasant experience.
Finally, he arrived at the exhibition and found Oliver already waiting for him. They greeted with a hug and a short kiss, both fully reciprocated by Nathan, and went inside. Although Oliver seemed to notice something was off about Nathan, he didn't mention it and apparently forgot about it quickly.
Today, Nathan found it much easier to talk to Oliver and brought up topics by himself.
The exhibition however was kind of a let-down for Nathan. Although he could judge on a rational level that the art presented here was really well-done and interesting, on a purely emotional level, Nathan found it mind-numbingly boring. The conversation steered away from the art quickly, and more towards personal matters, which was a relief. So, even though they didn't care much about the paintings around them, the two of them ended up wandering around the exhibition for hours, talking and having a good time.
During the date, however, Nathan was quickly experiencing an unfamiliar feeling. The company of Oliver was... exciting. Exciting on a sexual, primal level. Nathan's larger manhood grew semi-hard in his underwear quickly, so Nathan had to readjust himself more than once. At first, he was very self-conscious about it and tried to be as subtle as possible. However, with every push his cock needed in order not to be too obvious, Nathan actually cared less about who saw him readjust himself. He was a guy after all, and all big-dicked men had that particular problem from time to time.
Besides forming a bulge in his groin, however, his constantly semi-hard cock did one more thing: Nathan was leaking precum in his underwear. First, it was just a drop or two on an involuntary throb, but it quickly became more. His underwear was feeling damp before long, and a faint note of sexuality mixed into his still present smell.
After a while, Oliver even commented on it, in his usual upbeat way: "Hey, Nathan, I have to say, you smell pretty good. Are you using cologne?"
Nathan hadn't noticed his own smell too much. His first impulse was to apologize, but the burning campfire of courage inside of him quickly told him otherwise. Oliver didn't complain. In fact, he liked it.
So, Nathan answered with a grin: "Nope. That's just how I smell."
Oliver took another whiff of the mixture of sweat, dried cum and precum and smiled. "Well, I like it!"
Nathan wasn't quite sure how to react, and just said: "Thanks!"
The exhibition was closing down soon, and Nathan offered Oliver to accompany him to the train station, which he gladly accepted. When they parted, they kissed again. This time, it wasn't a small, timid kiss like before, but a long, sexual one that made Nathan's dick twitch like mad in the confines of his pants. Since their bodies were pressed closely together, Nathan could be sure that Oliver felt the movement against his own groin.
Only after they broke the kiss, Nathan noticed that he was now looking down on Oliver slightly. He could have sworn that Oliver had been slightly taller than him yesterday.
There was no telling on how the evening would have continued hadn't it been for Oliver's train to arrive just then. Before Oliver could board the train, however, Nathan grinned at him and said: "Dinner tomorrow? The Italian place downtown, at 6?"
"I would love that!"
They kissed again and Nathan watched as the train pulled out. Then, he went back to his dorm, whistling a happy tune. It didn't even occur to him that he had taken the initiative in asking Oliver out for a third date. The fire of confidence was burning bright inside of him.
When he came home, Nathan immediately stripped out of his clothes. Even the larger shirt had become somewhat tight. He took a short look at it. There was a wet patch under both arms from his constant sweating, and the t-shirt had adapted his smell. There was something else in the smell, though. At the chest region, there was a medium sized stain, machine oil from the smell of it. Nathan wondered briefly how he could have missed it this morning but then diverted his attention to more pressing matters. His cock was fully hard and was poking out from the waistband of his briefs. Nathan hadn't had an erection like that since puberty and, if he was honest with himself, the feeling was rather nice. Without hesitation, he closed his hand around his hard meat and gave it a few experimental pumps. A low growl escaped his mouth, and a shiver went through his body. He didn't want to go slow, he wanted to fuck. His mind was focused on the task at hand. He didn't even bother to close his curtains, as he went for it. Nathan was jacking himself off, fast and hard, growling and groaning, until he finally exploded all over his chest and face, shooting multiple loads of thick white cum everywhere.
As Nathan was catching his breath, the smell of cum was heavy in the room. God, he needed that. Ever since he met Oliver today. He wiped his face and chest with his discarded t-shirt and briefly considered if he wanted to take a shower. The smell emanating from him was rather strong now, but still, he didn't want to. Oliver seemed to like his body odor, and, if Nathan was being honest, he did so himself, too.
Nathan was woken by his alarm the next morning. As his mind came to focus, his hand reached for the smartphone automatically and dismissed the alarm. He yawned and stretched. He was really looking forward to today. Given, it was the last day before classes started again, but he was going to a third date with Oliver this evening!
When Nathan crawled out of bed and went for his bathroom, however, his body felt weird again. The muscles had become more defined over the course of the last two days and now, the whole body structure felt *strong*. The few hairs from before had become a small forest of body hair and the stubble had grown thicker. He still didn't feel the need for a shave, though.
Nathan wasn't quite sure about the whole situation. Of course, he was enjoying the change. On the other hand, ... No, fuck the other hand. This was great, plain and simple. He finished his morning business standing up while peeing, which he usually never did. But right now, it just felt *right*.
After that, he inspected his wardrobe. He had half-feared that he would need to go and buy new clothes, but apparently, overnight his wardrobe had changed as well. It was filled with sturdy cargos or work pants as well as simple shirts and the occasional overall. Good!
His underwear choice had also changed. Instead of briefs or boxers, the drawer was now filled with jockstraps. That made sense, of course - only a jockstrap would set his large dick in the right scene.
None of the clothes qualified as "clean". Sure, they had been washed before they went into the wardrobe, but permanent grease or oil stains had permeated the fabric just as Nathan's manly stink - both marks no washing machine could ever erase entirely.
Nathan grabbed one of the pants and smelled it. He couldn't help but smile. This was his smell. This was *his* smell. His manly, sweaty, dirty, horny smell. He even felt his ever-present dick twitch a bit at the smell. Nathan wasn't sure if he would ever get used to this new reality. Or if this even was the final reality.
The hours passed quickly. Nathan was keeping himself busy, playing games or listened to music. Not once did it occur to him to draw something or even look at his art. This new him wasn't particularly creative, it seemed.
Nathan's mind wandered back to the date this evening. He couldn't wait to see Oliver again. In fact, he couldn't wait for more than that. It was a third date and Nathan wanted to go all the way with Oliver. He wanted to take his ass and fuck it into oblivion.
At around 5 pm, Nathan stood in front of the Italian place, waiting for Oliver. When Oliver finally arrived, the two men greeted each other with a passionate kiss. Nathan could tell that the kiss was having an effect on Oliver, as his breathing was quicker than usual.
They went inside and sat down on a table. Almost automatically, Nathan's legs spread wide, taking up space, establishing presence and, most importantly, giving his equipment the necessary space. The *old* Nathan would have sat with his legs closed or even crossed, in order to not draw any attention to himself. However, the new Nathan didn't want to draw *less* attention.
The two chatted a bit, with the main topic of the conversation being the menu, before ordering. When he spoke, Nathan noted that his voice had dropped an octave, making his voice gravely and his laugh a low rumble. When Oliver had chosen, Nathan summoned the waiter and ordered for the both of them, his lower voice full of confidence. For Nathan, it was a large meat pizza and a beer.
"You know, I have never seen you drink before", remarked Oliver.
"I don't usually", replied Nathan. "But I thought I'd have a beer today."
"You're not driving, are you?"
"Na, I'm here on foot."
Oliver smiled his usual smile. "I'm here by car, so if you like, I can give you a ride home afterwards."
There seemed to be some subtext to this offer, but it went over Nathan's head. Not that it was necessary, because he had the exact same plans, anyway.
"Sounds great!"
A couple of minutes later, their pizzas arrived, and the two dug in.
"I really like your style, Nathan." said Oliver after a while.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know, the way you dress. The way you talk. The way you act."
"Oh. Thanks."
Nathan thought for a moment before he added: "You know, I go by Nate these days."
"Nate, eh?", smiled Oliver.
"Yeah. Fits better, you know."
"I guess so. I like it a lot!"
"I like your style, too."
"What do you mean by that?", Oliver laughed.
"Just, the way you talk, the way you walk. Everything. You're cute, you know."
"Why, thank you!"
The conversation was definitely a lot more flirtatious than yesterday. When they had finished their meals, they didn't linger much longer in the restaurant but got into Oliver's car.
Nate proceeded to give Oliver directions to his home. However, at a certain crossing, he had to stop and think for a moment. He knew for a fact that his dorm was to the left. But he also knew for a fact that his *home* was to the right. Nate decided not to overthink it and directed Oliver to the right with a firm voice.
They didn't get very far from that point, when suddenly, the car stopped with a jerk.
"Damn, sorry!" said Oliver. "The engine is acting up again. It's probably too cold or something like that. I'll just try to start it up again."
When after the third try, the engine didn't start again, Nate laid a hand on Oliver's. "Let me try." he said with a confident voice and left the car. When he opened the hood, the problem became clear to him right away.
"The carburetor is a bit clogged, I'll unclog it real quick and we're ready to go."
While Oliver was staring at Nate in surprise, as the latter quickly and with trained skill removed a few parts and then, with a flex of his mighty arms, applied percussive maintenance to the part in question. After Nate had reassembled the engine, he cleaned his hands on his pants and got into the car again, filling out the passenger seat with his presence.
"It should work again for now, but I'll have to clean it thoroughly tomorrow. The thing is just old and worn down, it needs replacing soon. Just try starting the engine."
Oliver was still staring at Nate with a disbelieving look on his face. Finally, however, he tried starting the engine again, and the car did indeed start running smoothly.
"Wow, Nate, that was amazing! Where did you learn that?"
"What do you mean", grinned Nate. "That's what I do!"
Oliver stared at him for a moment. "Wait, you're a mechanic?"
"Yeah, sure, didn't I tell you when we met?"
Oliver seemed to think about it but then slowly nodded: "Yes, I... think so. Weird. I could have sworn..."
Nate shrugged and pointed down the road: "Shall we go?"
They arrived at Nate's place shortly after. He had a cheap apartment directly over the car garage where he worked. Nate did try to clean up a bit the afternoon, but the place still screamed "Manly bachelor" all over the place with the occasional beer can or jockstrap scattered around.
Neither of them had time to care, though. As soon as the door closed, the two kissed. It wasn't just a chaste, romantic kiss. This was a heated, passionate kiss, full of desire and lust. Nate took Oliver's body and pushed him against the wall, grinding their bodies together. Both were hard and their breathing was rapid. Nate's hands wandered up and down Oliver's body, squeezing and grabbing his body. His fingers were strong and forceful, and he squeezed the smaller man's buttocks and his dick with the same intensity. Oliver responded by moaning and pushing his groin against Nate's, humping him.
Suddenly, Nate broke the kiss. "Oliver, I... I want you. I want to fuck you."
Oliver didn't answer, but kissed Nate again, harder this time. Nate's tongue invaded his mouth, and the bigger man's hands were ripping Oliver's shirt and pants off him. Once Oliver's dick was free, it was enveloped by Nate's big calloused hand, and Oliver's breath hitched in his throat.
"Oh god, Nate, yes!" he moaned.
Nate had enough of foreplay, and he wanted to fuck, now. Without wasting any time, he quickly pushed his pants down and pressed his dick against Oliver's. It was massive, even compared to Oliver's not insignificant size. While Nate's balls were big and heavy, his cock was thick, long, and veiny, with a fat mushroom head. It was also rock hard, and the head was already drooling precum.
With one hand, Nate stroked the two cocks together, rubbing them and smearing the precum all over his dick and Oliver's. With the other hand, he pulled Oliver close and kissed him again, a long, sensual, passionate kiss, which made Oliver moan into his mouth.
The two stood like that for a while, but finally, Nate's need to fuck was stronger than anything else.
"Bedroom. Now!" he growled and dragged the smaller man with him. Once there, Nate simply tossed him onto the bed and followed quickly, his cock pointing up. He positioned himself on top of the other man and kissed him again, their tongues dancing in their mouths.
When the kiss broke, Oliver was panting.
"You really are a big boy, huh?"
"Damn right I am."
"Oh god, I need your big dick inside of me!"
"Yeah? You want me to fuck you?"
"Please! I've wanted to feel your huge meat in me for days."
"Fuck yeah. You're gonna get it."
Nate reached under his bed and produced a bottle of lube, which he applied liberally to his dick.
"You're ready?"
"Do it, big guy."
Nate placed the head of his massive cock against the tight pucker and started to push. Slowly but steadily, his dick invaded Oliver's ass.
"Oooooooooh god, Nate, yesssssss!" moaned Oliver.
The pressure around Nate's dick was unbelievable. Oliver was clearly tight, and the way his asshole was massaging his dick felt heavenly.
Finally, Nate's dick was balls-deep inside Oliver. Both were breathing heavily, and Oliver was moaning incoherently. Nate gave him a moment to adjust and then started moving his hips, first slowly, but increasing his pace quickly. Soon, he was slamming into Oliver's ass as hard as he could, pulling almost completely out and then thrusting back inside the smaller man.
"Fuck yeah! You like that? You like my huge dick pounding your tight little ass?"
"God, yes, Nate, fuck me, fuck meeee!"
Nate was groaning and growling, a sound that came deep from his chest and made Oliver moan even louder.
"Oh shit, Nate, I'm so close! Don't stop, please don't stop, don't st- ooooooooh gooooooood!"
Nate felt Oliver's muscles clamp down on his dick, and that sent him over the edge. He buried his dick as deep as he could and shot a big load of cum deep into Oliver's guts.
The two of them collapsed on each other, spent but happy.
A lot had changed for Nathan in this new year. He had gotten a new body, a new job, a new identity even. But most importantly, he had found love. Nate the manly mechanic sighed. If he were to describe his feelings, looking into the future, there was only one fitting word: Confidence.
I actually generated a ton (okay, 50) of images for this story. If you want to check out the alternate versions of the different stages of Nathan/Nate, check out my tip jar, where I posted them!
#male transformation#muscle transformation#dumbing down#hairy#mental transformation#sweat#musk#romance
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“Maybe a bit further?” Amy asked, an impish grin spreading across her lips as she slid the mirror back another foot. “What do you think, honey? Will this be far enough to get the entire bed in frame?”
The way Terry’s rock-hard cock twitched as she bent forward only made that grin grow wider. His wife knew exactly what she was doing as her fat, jiggling ass began to sway back and forth, the reflected bulk of her round, baby-filled belly hanging heavily beneath her as it swayed gently along in time. Amy was practically daring him to push her down and fuck her senseless. He could only obey, his fingers squeezing down on those plump, motherly hips and sliding his cock into her warm, dripping depths for the third time that day.
His wife hadn’t always been this way. Not too long ago she’d fancied herself the next big up-and-comer in the field of wildlife photography. It’d been Amy’s passion since she’d been a real girl, and she'd always dreamed of one day capturing some the world’s most majestic creatures with her camera. Instead, she’d graduated from college only to find that no-one was looking to hire a wildlife photographer with next to no experience, and had wound up working a family photo job at a local mall to help pay the bills.
Terry remembered how much Amy had hated it at first, constantly complaining about how snapping photos of smiling parents, bratty kids, and squirming infants was a waste of her talents. However, over the next few months he watched some truly astounding changes began to take root in his wife's psyche.
Her complaints started to shift, often drifting to the shocking amount of pregnant women who'd simply smiled dumbly and caressed their enormous bellies while their children ruined the shot one way or another. Outwardly, Amy had continued to chastise these ‘twittering baby factories’ as she called them, lamenting the opportunities some of these women had wasted in their rush to raise an ever-growing brood of screaming children. Inwardly, Terry had noticed the way her hands began drifting down to her own belly whenever she told him about all these fertile, young mothers dripping milk all over her studio as they stared dreamily into the camera with a babe suckling at their breast.
After just a few months on the job, Amy sex drive was growing so ravenous that Terry would be jumped the second he got home, his wife seemingly determined to wring every last drop of cum from his aching balls. He also noticed the change in her browsing habits, switching from the occasional trip to a wildlife websites in-between email and social media, to spending long stretches reading forum posts from expecting mothers with wide, almost desperate eyes. As the weeks wore on, Terry began to hear naked envy seeping into Amy’s voice whenever she mentioned her customer’s ‘bloated, leaking tits’ and ‘huge, swollen bellies’.
“W-Wombs!” she’d gasped one night, pussy clamping down tight as she slammed herself down onto his cock. “T-That’s all those women are Terry. J-Just a bunch of walking, t-talking wombs that'll do anything to be kept fat and pregnant for the rest of their lives! I b-bet they're fucking s-sluts too, Terry! J-Just a bunch of horny little p-pregnant sluts that need a big strong cock to keep them nice and bred!”
The way Amy’s pussy quivered as she talked about her clients had been enough to clue Terry in to the severity of her baby fever. True, he’d often fantasized about knocking Amy up, but they'd both agreed that it just wasn’t the right time in their lives to have a child. He was also growing more than a bit concerned at the drastic changes in his wife’s personality, to the point where Terry had started to rehearse his side of the inevitable argument when he ultimately refused his wife’s request for a baby.
But Amy had never given him the chance to refuse, surprising her husband by pulling out a positive pregnancy test from underneath a pillow during a particularly intense lovemaking session. He remembered looking down at those two pink lines in utter shock as his throbbing cock prepared to deposit another fresh load into his wife’s trembling pussy, wondering how this could’ve happened when she’d always been so careful about her birth control in the past.
“I swapped them out for fertility drugs a few months ago,” she’d admitted, pulling him into her warm embrace. “I know it’s wrong, but I just couldn’t help myself. Don't you get it Terry? I needed to get pregnant. I need to be like all those other women, their bodies constantly growing fat and heavy as they carry their man’s offspring swells in their bellies. My body was literally made for this, and you’re going to be such a good daddy, Terry, I just know it!”
He should’ve been furious at this betrayal, furious that his wife had taken such drastic action without his knowledge or consent. Instead he merely groaned, feeling his cock pulse as her words washed over him, filling her warm snatch with another helping of his sticky white seed. Amy had always about his lust for pregnant women, and had probably figured he wouldn’t be able to resist the allure of turning his young wife into his willing broodmare, not with their first baby already on the way.
She’d been right of course, and as the months rolled by, Terry found that he couldn’t get enough of his wife’s growing curves. Amy had never been what you’d call slim, but as her breasts filled with milk and her already-generous ass widened into a pair of enormous breeding hips, Terry found he couldn’t keep his hands off her. All that extra baby weight was turning her into a fertility goddess, and those thick maternal curves eventually stretched out her clothes to the point she gave up on wearing them entirely.
But Terry wasn’t the only one enthralled by her gravid figure. Amy seemed to revel in her body’s transformation from young, ambitious photographer to a slow, waddling baby factory even more than her husband. She quit her job almost immediately upon confirming she was pregnant, tossing her dreams of becoming a famous wildlife photographer aside in favor of focusing on a newer, even more majestic subject. Herself.
Amy began to document every new pound gained, every new curve earned, with an almost obsessive dedication, eventually opening an Pornhub account to make some money and share her fascination with her growing body with the world. Soon she was pulling in more money than both of them previously had combined, using her knowledge of lighting and shot composition to attract thousands of hungry men eager to watch her fat ass get pounded by her husband like the good pregnant slut she was.
They’d quickly made enough to purchase a house that should be large enough to provide Amy with her own studio and support their growing family, at least for the moment. His wife had made it clear that she expected Terry to keep her constantly pregnant for at least the next couple decades, and with the amount of fertility drugs she insisted on taking, he had to wonder if she was aiming for the world record. She’d seemed quite disappointed to discover she was only pregnant with a single child, assuring him multiple times that she’d do better with her next pregnancy.
Now, as Terry abandoned the pretense of helping Amy prepare her studio for their upcoming birthing stream and slammed her soft, jiggling body up against the wall, he couldn’t help but think back to that aspiring young wildlife photographer who’d taken a job at the mall. That woman probably would’ve been disgusted to know how readily she’d tossed aside her lifelong dream in favor of squeezing out a horde of children from between those trembling thighs. However, as Terry listened to his wife's enthusiastic squeals, he found it hard to feel too bad for her.
In his eyes, she’d never looked more beautiful than she did now, with her thick, motherly body shuddering as she squirted all over their recently scrubbed floor. She was happy here and he was honored to serve as the stud behind one of the internet’s fastest growing pregnant porn stars.
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WHY IS IT THAT I HAVE TO OPT OUT OF MY CONTENT BEING SCRAPED FOR GENERATIVE AI INSTEAD OF BEING GIVEN THE OPTION TO OPT IN??
I'm so fucking tired of having to Choose to opt out of it. Like this should tell you 1000% that websites do not care about their userbase because of the blatant lack of respect for the people and the things they create. This goes for writing, art, music, videos, etc. Like yall, I do not put my work up here for it to be scraped, and profited off of unless I choose. I put my work up for it to be shared with others who enjoy the characters I do and connect with others.
I make my work sometimes just for fun. But there are times when I make extremely personal pieces that are rooted deeply for me. Things I don't wont a machine just chewing it up and spitting it out without regard for the initial intent of why I created it - because a machine will never NEVER understand the nuance of what I was trying to show, why I chose things the way I did.
I'm so tired of seeing the work of EVERY creative individual thrown into a blender and chopped up and Frankensteined in a way that tosses aside integrity from the INDIVIDUALS who made them.
Tossing our work into a generative AI machine is not paying homage to our work. It is not a tribute. It is a damn mockery. If you really want to pay homage or tribute, or have any kind of respect for the work we put into what we do, you'd learn to make a replication by hand. You'd learn what we went through to get to where we were. You'd learn why we do things the way we do and how we think about how we convey what we do. You'd learn to discern intention for how we create what we do.
I get quick money is damn tempting as hell, but you will never truly understand the joy and the fulfillment you get by doing the work by hand simply by writing a prompt. Because how can you truly understand what's missing from your work unless you've done it yourself to understand why it's lacking the humanity?
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Several if not all websites I looked at predicting how the show will end included TedBecca as a potential outcome after 3x11 was released. This is reassuring to me. This ship doesn’t exist in a vacuum. When people pay close attention, they can’t deny that the evidence is there. The people who do seem to be the ones who are emotionally invested in the idea of it NOT happening. Which I perfectly understand, to be fair.
I can’t imagine Ted returning to Kansas without being assured that he is loved in a way that ensures true, long lasting contentment. And the only person, in canon, whose first priority is Ted’s well being, without him having to ask, aside from Beard, is Rebecca. And Beard will not leave Jane behind. He’s not going back. Ted gave him a job and a life. It’s time for him to live that life.
Rebecca is the one who instinctively knows when he’s struggling and not only that, she does something about it and does it effectively. Out of pure devotion which is rooted in something hard to classify and quantify. It’s not friendship because even when she was fighting hard not to be his friend she couldn’t help but sense his struggle and come to the rescue. Aside from their cosmic connection, this already makes her a perfect match for him. This innate desire to sooth his pain and to always know when it’s reaching a tipping point.
If he came back to Kansas alone, it would be very sad. It would feel utterly unsatisfying. Even if the entire Nelson Road stadium turned up at the airport to say goodbye and told him how grateful to him they were, the minute Ted was alone in his room again in the states, the melancholy would be back with a vengeance.
Ted deserves nothing less, after all the love, care, compassion, kindness that he made a point of spreading around him, than being with her. Because she truly is as close to a guarantee of happiness as Ted could ever get.
Also, never forget. Rebecca is loaded. She can do whatever the fuck she wants all over the globe. Just sayin’ 😜
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I think that the unreasonable fear I have of being pointed at by the public as a degenerate fujo for being an AFAB person who currently writes about gay male characters is gonna set me back a lot when it comes to the publication of my work in the future because I have seen it so often happen to artists and authors in a similar position as me. sadly enough it is impossible to transform myself into an american gay cis male in the early 00s to make my writing more plausible. does this mean my writing will be inherently perceived as a piece of Fetishized Garbage because I do not belong to any of the late mentioned categories?
A few months ago I asked an old friend how could I avoid this from happening in a hypothetical future. I did not want to a pseudo-refrainbow. attacked left and right by the Fujoshi and Bad Rep allegations. What I got as a response was to be secretive about my identity, and not indulge in the Anime Boy Art-making.
I didn't like that answer because, one) I ain't good at keeping my private life private, and as previously stated, I cannot pose as something I'm not. second) I am a true victim of the Anime Boy Drawing Tutorials and I cannot teach myself out of my roots.
the thing is, and the point I'm trying to make is that there really isn't a way that one, as a transmasc person, as a mlm, nblm, whatever, can truly produce content about a community they're essentially a part of, without being pointed at for various crimes such as Not being a Cis-gay, Fujo Fetishist Fuck, and being Cringe Online on the Cringe Website.
This is very obviously not a massive issue, of course. it's even niche. but I'm just a very anxious fuck who cares maybe a little too much about the way both I and my work are perceived as a whole. It got me thinking. I just wanted to ramble it out to the world since there's absolutely No One that wants to hear me talking about this. This is my blog after all.
#demian talks#new tag for rambling?? i am Not good at tagging my tagging system is a big ol' mess#but im gonna try to keep my brain worms in there#also how i love talking about writing with an open unedited document right beside me
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You can truly, permanently, delete bloatware off your phone!
It genuinely stresses me out on a spiritual level that so many of you are just walking around with bloatware on your phone that your phone companies have convinced you are “necessary” or can’t actually be deleted (like that fucking netflix app, I’m looking at you), so you just hide it, shove it into a folder and put it out of the way of sight, or the only slightly better, “disable” when it lets you.
You can actually remove those. Not disable, not hide. Full on, straight up delete, removed, disappeared, gone. And no, you don’t need to root or jailbreak your phone to do this! That’s what they want you to think!
You will need a PC, and a your phone > PC cable, but it’s so easy and it works for all modern android phones. I’ve completely emptied my last like, 3 phones of bullshit this way. It’s the first thing I do whenever I get a new phone.
Step 1, install APK Analyzer, or another APK package inspector. This will tell you every single package installed on your phone, down to the system file ones. You’ll need the ones you want to remove, and this will tell you exactly what they are. They’ll be named something like “com.android.google.xxx” Alternatively, you can look up a list online for the obvious ones, like googles.
2. Download and unzip Android Platform tools from the official website on your PC, it doesn’t matter where, anywhere you can easily find it. I’ll put the link here https://developer.android.com/tools/releases/platform-tools but if you’re safety conscious and don’t click links you can also just search “android platform tools” in an engine.
3. In your phone, go into settings, search for build number, tap it 7 times. After about three, it tells you how many taps away you are from entering “developer mode.” You may have to enter your pin, but developer mode will be enabled.
4. Then in the newly unlocked developer options, turn on “USB debugging.” This effectively allows you to control your phone from your PC once connected, I’m about to tell you exactly how.
5. Connect your phone to your PC. Wait for it to finish making all the annoying connection sounds while it sorts itself out. Hit allow on the options that appear on your phone. Go to the platform-tools folder you just extracted, and in the file browser panel, where it’ll say something like “D:\Users\YourPC\Documents\Phone Hax\platform-tools“, type “cmd” without quotes and hit enter. This opens up the command prompt in this file location, so you don’t need to faff about getting there through the cmd.
6. In the cmd, type in “adb devices” without quotes, hit enter. Your phone model should come up after it throws a bit of a conniption (more annoying sounds), under a named list of “devices attached“ you should see your phone model number, and “device.” This means the computer can see your phone, and they’re ready to communicate. Now type “adb shell” without quotes, hit enter, and you’re ready to start swatting these apps away like flies.
7. Now for the fun part. You can freely go into the APK analyzer app you installed earlier and go dig out all that shit you wish you could banish from your eyesight and one by one start removing them. To do this, type, without quotes, “pm uninstall --user 0“ followed by the package name.
For example, removing GMail would look like this
“pm uninstall --user 0 com.google.android.gm”
Hit enter, it’ll say “Success,” and that’s it. It’s gone. It’s been deleted off your phone. Not disabled, not hidden. Banished. Removed.
When you’re done, just unplug your phone, go back into developer options, unclick debugging mode, turn developer mode off, and voila, your phone is now officially more “yours” than the phone companies would have you believe. Clears space, removes corporate spyware, and take note of how much longer your battery lasts, too!
You’re in more control than you think, these are your phones, make sure they act like it!
Disclaimer!: Be very careful deleting system apps! Don’t do the equivalent of deleting system32 or something. If you’re unsure, look it up, and most things can be redownloaded later if you make a mistake.
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share plant body horror please
with pleasure ^^ under a cut, bc, plant body horror
This is cedar-apple rust! It's a fungus that grows on cedar and apple trees (as the name would suggest) and makes them grow into funky/horrifying shapes called galls - pictured here is the cedar stage of the life cycle
This is just some fucked up corn
This is also corn, but it's normal corn - these are called prop roots, which help prop up the plant, but also look like awful fingers growing out of the base of the plant, sometimes as high as several inches up and in multiple layers! Similar are adventitious roots, pictured below on an orchid
This is a magnolia seedpod! It's uncomfortably fleshy-looking.
This is the fruit of the Guaraná plant, which has twice as much caffeine as coffee and conveniently looks like eyeballs!
These are specimens of the genus Hydnora, which parasitizes the roots of other plants and also has a remarkably tiny genome!
This is nutmeg, it also just looks uncomfortably fleshy
And this is an example of vivipary, where seeds sprout while still inside the fruit!
I'm sorry I don't have sources for any of the images, most of them are from extension/research websites and similar but I truly do just see a freaky plant and put it in The Folder. I also don't have any examples of fasciation, which is both very cool and very freaky
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Unable to participate in AO3 any more
Hi.
Some of you might know me from publishing fanfics in AO3, mostly Cormoran Strike ones. But for the past year or more, I've been mostly unable to put anything up in AO3. In fact, I've removed work from it and I'm seriously considering removing all of my work.
Don't get me wrong, I love AO3 as a platform and a community, there's nothing wrong with them.
Mostly, I think, English is not my native language but I live in London and I do life in English and am completely fluent. I love writing, it's been a passion for over a decade, I've been posting fanfics online for ages. But then you have to put up with people.
The first off putting experience came a few years back when some big fans of my work proudly told me they'd illegally gotten PDFs of my work. They said there were websites that illegally and without permission kept copies of fanfiction as if they wrote it and then you can download it from them, and said it as if I, who have never made a penny for my writing and who uses writing as a means not to kill myself, should be proud of having my work stolen. Back then I wrote in fanfiction net, so I deleted everything there and left the site.
I went to AO3 next and although I've got lovely readers in general who say very nice things, then I've got some readers that take my will to publish away. They take the love for publishing away. I've always said I write daily, just for myself, simply as a mechanism for survival. I don't care who reads or doesn't and my loved ones don't know I write. I have no ego need to have my work seen, complimented and applauded. Not fanfiction anyway. I don't do it for the comments and the kudos (although positive feedback of course feels wonderfully). Notice I say I haven't published in over a year - but I've written every day of my life for well over a decade. I've got hard drives full of completed stories many of which are not published or only a few chapters. If I don't publish is not for lack of material to share.
The thing is, first I began deleting some old material that I no longer wanted to share, because I considered that both my English and my writing skills had improved a lot and that old work no longer represented me. I didn't want the work given away, orphaned, I wanted to keep it mine as one of my children, simply not share it and not have it stolen. Then I got some truly hateful comments from people who considered I was some kind of fanfic thief taking their stories away without permission - I had to remind them the stories are mine and I only share them to help people, but I can take them away as I please.
Then my mental health got a bit fragile by life bullshit as it happens and I wrote what I considered some of my darkest (and best work) only for it to pretty much be ignored. And that made me feel so alone, like nobody could relate to my darkness. Of course it's an unreasonable thought rooted in my own mental health struggles, but I began to feel less keen to share dark things.
I began to notice that people's response to my darker themes sometimes was horrible. I got blamed for others' problems and bad mental health, accused of fucking with them, I got told I made them miserable... of course it all had a deep effect on me, even if I tried not to let it get to me. I said to them, look at the summary, the tags, the category, the fanfic being +18... you're reading under your own responsibility. I won't put in the summary detailed descriptions of every dark thing because it's just a summary and also I don't want to spoil the whole thing, but I use tags and categories like a proper Ravenclaw, so they should be enough guidance to protect yourself if you don't feel you can handle it. Don't blame me.
After that, I wanted to delete more work. Start over. Delete unappreciated work because it makes me feel lonely, heavily criticised work because people don't understand it anyway... each is like a child I'm trying to love and protect, each containing parts of me and my story and past that I want to keep safe and appreciated. Even the comments begging for new chapters felt unnecessary nagging. I felt like a filmmaker who can only sell its most commercial, empty films, while the deep, profound, heavily complex work gets ignored or hated. The fans of the popular, commercial things feel owners of my work, steal it or bs me for not giving more, and when I write truly meaningful things, they're misunderstood and disliked and with them, parts of my soul. It's not about not understanding or appreciating constructive criticism: it's that my work isn't for you, it's for me and about me, it's free, and you should feel privileged to get to see into my very soul like y loved ones don't.
And then one day I didn't want to publish anything any more. Is this happening to anyone else?
#cormoran strike#j. k. rowling#robin ellacott#robert galbraith#jk rowling#fanfic#fanfiction#writer#ao3#archive of our own 3#fanfiction net#plagiarism#depression
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had a dream. actually it was 2 dreams I just some of the first one. not much but anyway I was undefended in a high floor of an unfinished building that was half bordering a dark forest and sunrise and half just open to the city skyline, but not like All the way just somewindows & then places where it was just the horizontal beams. I was protected from something truly evil by Something Else in the darkness but as soon as the sun spilled in it was reduced to a dark stain. the sun melted it. I made a pitch black area with my hands against a metal pillar to at least save a shred of it & it was in there, & I think it webt I to a dried up dead roach in a spider web.
2: I was living in school campus again but also combined w the front half of my mom's house. I was working on smth then it got late & I had to walk thru the student center to get to where I parked my car..the student center was a lot less safe it was full of weirdos. a dude out his hsnd on my shoulder & I was like no sir. & then a homeless guy with sharp piercings in the middle of his hands kept bothering all the girls on the stairs bc he wanted to have a baby. when I got to my car there were people rooting through it so I grabbed them like hi :) what the fuck are you doing you stupid cunts. & I looked at my car & it was beatnthe fuck up missing the front door back windshield smashed in etc etc & I got so fucking mad I don't know what happened next
my allergies are really killing me. I feel so gross. here's some dreams from my afternoon nap
3. at a summer camp or smth keeping an eye on the kids, there was some adult only event where the kids were rooting for us! kind of parkour like, we had to get through some obstacle course that was also in a half built or maybe half decaying house. one dde was "it" & was chasing people scarily & to win we had to get a special water gun & blast him, but the guy was super experienced & while i didn't win i was one of the only survivors. anyway then the bus left without me, so i chased it all the way back to the elementary school bc my stuff was still fucking on there. i was really irritated aboutt his, but not surprised -this happened al the time i guess.
4. something about dragcave undergoing a massive website overhaul. i was still banned from talking bc i think i left a mean review on someone's dragon description when i was 13. anyway there were guilds now too. it was crazy.
5. i don't remember the first half of this - i FEEL like it was linked to dragcave somehow. anyway i'm now some hottie who can't die like the jennifer from her body, except i was blond & i think my name was mary todd or something cheesy like that. i was looking for some dude who'd just inherited the next powers of whatever. i don't know if i was gonna like kill him & absorb his powers, or put him in a position where he can grow & then kill him? it was not good motives. anyway he was just some dorky white boy in a convenience store at 11pm that seemed excited that a hottie like me would give him attention, & i followed him out to his car mentally making a list of various sex acts i could perform on him to get what i wanted out of him, but then as soon as we started driving we came under attack from giant bat demon things & i was like oh yeah whatever. if the Forces of Evil or whatever followed me they probably know this is the next guy. well whatever if he dies now he dies & i'll still eat up his powers anyway. horrific car crash. i was decapitated in the backseat, & that guy's legs were pinned in the car but his torso went through the windshield. the demons dragged him outside of the car & his arm fell off but he was still more worried about me for some reason. i got up & blasted the demons away & was like come on dude this has really ruined my outfit couldn't you try to drive safe & he kinda stared at me dumbfounded & then passed out. he'd be fine though now that the demons weren't fucking with him he'd probably recover in about 16 hours
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The LEVEL of misogyny and sexism on this website (and the Internet in gen) is outstanding!
Especially when queer ppl are supposed to be the majority of its users!
You even try to convince uninformed people that when machism blatantly wins, it's actually a "win for feminism"!
I mean... since fucking WHEN a woman losing her trial after she charged her husband with domestic abuse because the WHOLE WORLD knows and loves her husband is a fucking win for feminism?? Since WHEN a woman that NO one knows who gets bashed and insulted and verbally abused non-stop on an INTERNATIONAL level because she dares to assert that worldly beloved J made some nasty things is a fucking "win" for feminism??? You people make me sick!
You're like 14 year sold or so, you're only listening to your hormones and sexual urges! You don't know shit about feminism! Having crushes on celebs is ok, I do that myself everyday, but please STOP using that as an "argument" or a "proof"!
The truth is, like the smashing majortity of the world's population, you know absolutely NOTHING about the private life of J or A's. Unless, you're relative or close friend, you know NOTHING! You don't know him! You don't know her! So please stop acting as if you do!
Also, do you truly think a historically machist institution and an ultra mediatized trial can be fair and impartial??
Think again!
Just think at all!
With your brain! Not your emotions or hormones!
as personal example, if TWH was ever charged of domestic abuse by his fiancée, (which I don't believe it can ever happen) I would root for her out of pure female solidarity and because I perfectly know all the other crazyass fangirls/boys would treat her like horse shit just like with A.
Just like with every fucking woman who dares to speak out against a worldy beloved and famous man.
This bullshit is proof enough that feminism has NOT win yet and that most of girls are total misogynists.
#feminism#patriarchy#you teens know absolutely NOTHING about it#educate yourselves#instead of only counting on your private preferences#when following a trial#that's called#common sense#and#justice#sexism#machism#domestic abuse#impunity#of#famous men#still has a bright future ahead of it#it's not because you LIKE him#he's innocent!#you don't him#and you don't know her#so wtf are you talking about??#''we just don't like you girl''#oh yeah#not liking the complainant#is totally what we must take into account#when leading a trial!#fuck you#fuck this monstrous misogynist society#that takes worldwide gratuitous bashing of unknown women
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OH is tag your sponsor still around?
I remember reading The Dirty's dubai porta potties post idk how long ago 👀 and that was down right evil stuff while at the end the girl made it seem like she won??? "before you judge just know I have 1 mil liquid in my account and can have normal sex with whoever I want💅" I STILL remember that line because it was so twisted like WHO IS GONNA TOUCH YOU IF YOU KNOW YOU FUCKED DOGS, SHOVED LIVE SALMON UP A MANS ASS AND HAD TO EAT POO Lord help me,
if any girls here go on ig, see a model with only sexy sultry selfies on her account and have a email available to contact for bookings, more likely shes "for sale at a price" Many have been trolled hard too. Some girls weren't down until price negotiations by these trolls happened and many succumbed to the deal. I really wish these women knew better because they are literally sitting ducks for traffickers too. I have a friend who wants to go to Dubai for the shopping and how Arab men are so handsome but I am this 👌 close to slapping her. The city was built by slaves too like shy are we forgetting this
Yes it is :)
I have no idea if the website still updated though (although the (C) shows "2022")
Honestly I think the people who came to justify or even brag in engaging in such heinous practice are just...not *there* anymore. I can't fully elaborate on there to not go full on #papiconspiracy but I heard many testimonies of former New Agers who stated that one the chakra doors was located around the anus (Root Chakra), which explains why sodomy was often used in MK ultra/ritual sex abuse (especially children). Because this "door" being infringed was literally breaking the Spirit of these people - that's where dissociation happens. That may explain why it's often said victims of sex abuse do age faster...they got their life force sucked out of this "door".
I totally understand why anyone would dissociate while having sex with an animal or being shat all over the face.... That's how much your actual soul can take. And that also why all the people enjoying this mess and paying people for that are satanist/demon possessed. Satan thrives to destroy the Creation of GOD. He wants to see us humiliated, straining our white robes.
You're onto something by bringing up how no one would ever bother to engage physically with anyone who had sex with animals lol But beside the overall physical/STD issue, I'm talking about the "spiritual bonding". These people who engaged in such acts (who are sex ritual) got "branched" with spirits. They are bounded.
For example, those women will never be able to have children, get married, graduate, etc. It's like a curse. In African countries many people are acknowledged as such ; they made a pact with Mami Wata in return for fame and fortune, but they are cursed and will never have real Happiness
I remember a yachter trolling being posted in TYS (Tag your Sponsor) (?) Basically she as asked to have sex with a minor, and at first she was weirded out, but it didn't take long for her to say yes. These women have no morals. Like I said, they truly aren't *there* anymore. This spiritual bond is like a poison that neutralizes your more basic human values. Truly demonic.
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I first wanna say, I love your writing ❤️❤️ For your Johnny requests, can you write about daddydom!Johnny wanting to get sub!reader pregnant really badly but can’t seem to. He becomes really sad and disappointed in himself but reader reassures him and after Johnny “cares less” she gets pregnant. Thank you!! ❤️❤️❤️
You’d tried everything. All the tips and tricks your mother and her friend had told you, everything you’d read online. Anything at all that suggested that doing it would help you get pregnant. It was what Johnny wanted more than anything. Putting a baby on you was all he talked about during sex, and the topic came up pretty often outside of sex too.
But it’s been months, and your period has been annoyingly exactly on schedule every time.
This time Johnny twist you into a position that’s honestly kinda uncomfortable, but a website you found said that this position really worked. And your husband was certainly doing his best to make sure that it did.
Each rough thrust had you moaning “daddy, right there, daddy!”
“Yeah,” Johnny moans, pushing your ankles higher, his cock hitting deeper inside you. “Gonna get a baby in you this time, sweetheart. I’m so fucking deep in you.”
And when he cums, you stay with your feet and legs elevated on the headboard of the bed, keeping all of his cum inside you, hoping gravity will be your best friend, your miracle-worker this time and get Johnny’s seed to take root deep inside your womb.
But it’s just over a week later when you wake one morning to your period having just announced herself, a small stain on the bedsheets.
Johnny curses quietly as he starts to take the sheets off the bed while you go to the bathroom, a heavy weight of disappointment settling over the room.
When you emerge from the bathroom, having showered to avoid having to go back out into the negative energy of your bedroom, you find Johnny has remade the bed with fresh sheets, and he’s currently tucked back between them.
“Johnny, I’m sorry.” You climb onto the bed, straddling your husband, curling yourself against his chest. His arms come up around you, holding you. “I’m sorry to disappoint you.”
He makes a soft sound. “No, I’m sorry. I keep pushing and pushing this on you, and it’s not working, and I think it could be my fault. Maybe it’s me that’s making this not work.” You don’t have to look at his face to see his sadness, it’s layered into his voice. “You’re perfect, sweetheart, you’re doing everything right.”
You stay just like that for a while, comforting each other and not moving from your bed.
But eventually you speak up. “Maybe we should take a break from trying so hard. If it’s meant to happen, it’ll happen.” You sit up in his lap and brush your fingers against his upset pout. “Someday, one way or another, Johnny Suh, I will make you a daddy.”
He grins. “One way or another.”
It takes some time for Johnny to truly accept that you’re not trying for a baby anymore, that sex can be a bit less methodical now than it had been when you were trying so hard. Now sex is sex. It’s passionate and loving and kinky, less about making sure that he cums inside you, less about making sure that you’re in the proper position when it happens or that he does this one thing that his mother’s hairdresser’s cousin’s sister-in-law swears works.
A couple months pass, and everything is good and relaxed, no longer anxiously counting down to when you’re ovulating and then dreading the approach of your period. Johnny doesn’t keep track of your cycle (not consciously, anyway) and he doesn’t immediately turn to you to beg every time that you see a baby when you’re in public together.
He cares less about it, but that’s not to say that he doesn’t still want it.
Sometimes you still talk about it at night when you’re both vulnerable in the darkness and the comfort of your bedroom. When Johnny’s holding you in his arms, your back against his chest, and he rests a hand on your belly, and whispers that he wants to feel your belly swollen with life beneath his touch.
Invariably that always leads to some sort of sex, whether it’s just you giving him a lazy hand jun because you’re too tired, or maybe johnny rubbing himself to full hardness against your ass before burying himself inside you with slow movements that drive you insane with desire.
But it’s four whirlwind months after you’ve given up on trying, spent carefree with your husband, and you’re at the store shopping for groceries and restocking on toiletries, when you freeze as you reach the feminine hygiene section. Your fingers hover over the package of your preferred product, your mind clicks and whirs as you do some quick math, and then you reach for your phone to check the date.
You’re late.
Your period had been like clockwork the entire time you were actually trying to get pregnant. But it’s late now?
You don’t want to get your hopes too high, but you leave that section and go in search of pregnancy tests instead.
You don’t want to tell Johnny, not until you’re sure because giving him hope followed by a negative pregnancy test would crush him. So you sit in solitude with a box-worth of pregnancy tests in front of you, waiting and waiting and waiting for the few minutes that stretch out like eternity.
One comes up positive. Another. Another.
You sit in awe. Some emotion bigger than excitement or elation swells in your chest, and you don’t wait any longer, you gather the tests in your hands and leave the bathroom.
Johnny’s in the kitchen preparing dinner, but when you stand behind him, reaching around him to hold the pregnancy tests in his view, Johnny makes a soft confused sound for a half-second before realization strikes, and he drops the knife he’d been using to chop veggies, he spins around sweeping you into his arms, twirling you around in circles as yo I both laugh in delight of this sweet and unexpected surprise.
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So I looked up the Chris Chan thing... and I have never been more horrified and confused. There's an entire encyclopedia website for this person? Jfc. How does the rabbit hole get any deeper ...
Oh my sweet summer child.
Yeah, Chris has been a well known internet personality for about 15 years now. I've been aware of her almost as long as she's been big online. Some trolls have really gone to horrific extents when harassing and manipulating her, but many have simply realised that she really is a fascinating person (which she is). And because she has always been so eager to talk about herself and give the details of her life online, it's been easy to follow her story.
That said, even though she has never deserved any of the cruelty she's gotten, she has also never been a very good person in her own right. Ever since she first began interacting with people online, it has been evident that she is extremely manipulative (her failures are not for a lack of trying), emotionally abusive, sexually predatory, and occasionally openly violent. While she's been manipulated into shitty behaviours by trolls who are far more clever than her, she has also done plenty of terrible things of her own volition despite being told multiple times by many, many people that such things are unacceptable.
However, once she began transitioning around 2014, her comportment changed considerably. I really do think it did a lot for her confidence and mood. She became a lot more gregarious and very focused on being positive about life. For a long time I sincerely thought she was making an effort to improve herself and grow from her experiences (albeit with some...odd coping mechanisms) and I was truly happy for her and proud of her.
But then this came out, and I realized holy shit, nope, she hasn't been working on improving herself. She's just gotten better at hiding her bad behaviour, and has in fact been doing things that were far worse than ever before.
A lot of things have gone into making Chris who she is, from terrible parenting to unprecedented amounts of online harassment (which, again, nobody deserves, not even her). It was, in many ways, a Greek tragedy waiting to happen. But at the same time, she has also proved herself more than capable of making choices for herself, and many of the choices she's made are fucking heinous.
In fact, I would argue that some people who have continued to document Chris Chan over the years--not the trolls who fuck with her but the people who really are just concerned in keeping an eye on her--saw her potential for causing very real harm to herself and others, and this is what motivated them to watch her. The ethics of that are pretty dubious, but many of us who have been aware of her for a long time (such as myself) have also seen how consistently selfish and predatory her behaviour is, even (and perhaps especially) when left to her own devices.
While there are a whole lot of shitstains who have simply enjoyed laughing at her as she hurts people (including herself) and goading her on, there are--contrary to popular belief--a whole lot of people who have sincerely come to care for her as a person and want the best for her.
For a long time, I was one of those people.
But now? After what she's done to her own disabled and dementia-riddled mother, who was effectively her prisoner within their home? My sympathy has run out. I'm just disgusted and angry, and like so many people who were sincerely rooting for Chris to do her best and rise above the turd sandwich the world handed her, I almost feel betrayed. I sincerely cannot emphasize enough how for every jackass on the Farms laughing at her, there's also a fan/supporter of hers who has been feeling nauseated, shaky, and sleepless for the past three days over what she's done.
Instead of rising above that shit, she's chosen to wallow in it and throw it at others. And now she's committed perhaps the ultimate betrayal of a person she claimed to love more than anyone else in the world. A person who trusted her to take care of them.
Fuck her.
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aahhh I’m so excited I love your writing!!! your sokka “help me” fic is one of my favs ever I seriously think about it at least twice a week. in a similar vein, would you be able to combine prompts 10 & 12 for sokka x fem!reader? thank you!!! :)
SOKKA + “can i try that new chapstick? i wanna have a taste” + “i hadn’t noticed but my sweet, funny, goofy best friend is kind of hot, especially since they’ve been on this fitness kick”
⇦ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛
“nastiest skank bitches” Group Message
loml: ladies, i need a girls night
loml: desperately
babygorl: god i’m down, this semester blows
fugly slut <3: i’m in!! always here for a girls night 🥰
loml: y/n??
you: gals. pals. as much as i would love to...
fugly slut <3: ughhhhhhhhh
babygorl: you better not be blowing us off for sokka again istg
you: 😅
loml: TRAITOR BITCH
fugly slut <3: HOES BEFORE BROS
babygorl: WHORE
you: bruh.mp3
you: he’s coming by after the gym to help me with my physics homework!!! I NEED THE HELP PLS I PROMISE ILL BE THERE NEXT TIME
babygorl: lying is a sin y/n
babygorl: sinner
loml: if sokka’s gonna b there maybe she’ll be sinning in........ other ways...... ahaha
loml: fuckboy_emoji.jpg
fugly slut <3: when you gonna tap that fr
you: NEVER LITERALLY NO EW
you: HE’S MY BEST FRIEND
you: UNLIKE YOU RATS
fugly slut <3: he do b kinda yummy tho liiiike 👀
you: STOP
loml: yeah he’s hot sorry queen
you: HE’S NOT HOT
babygorl: i almost hate to admit it but...
babygorl: his biceps 🥴
fugly slut <3 emphasized “his biceps 🥴”
loml loved “his biceps 🥴”
you: hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!
fugly slut <3 disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”
babygorl disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”
loml disliked “hey! i hate u guys! jsyk!”
babygorl: uh huh yeah sure
loml: yall hear sumn?
NEW MESSAGE from sokka :^)
“hey i’m omw up!”
you: whatever you guys suck
you: i gtg
fugly slut <3: AND YOU SWALLOW
babygorl: bye girly!! get that bestie dick!!
loml: save a car, ride an engineering major >:)
you: desgostang.jpg
You dropped your phone onto the bed next to you with a groan. Your friends really and truly could be such freaks about your relationship with Sokka—or lack thereof. They’d been especially adament ever since he started some stupid bet with Zuko about who could get the most “gains” by graduation, incited by Aang making the mistake of commenting on Zuko’s more pronounced muscle mass.
Idiots.
That’s what Sokka was. Your idiotic best friend, who was funny, and sweet, and intelligent. You loved him, of course, but not like that. And he was not hot.
Definitely not.
The pounding on your dorm door interrupted your musings before Sokka let himself in, dropping his gym bag on the floor and kicking off his slides. His hair was loose and still damp from his post-workout shower and he wore slim joggers with a loose muscle tee.
“Hey!” He smiled brightly when he spotted you sitting in your bed. “What’s up?”
“The usual.” You moved your legs out of the way so he could flop down onto your mattress. “How was the gym?”
Sokka groaned. “Cardio. I’m already sore.” He stretched his arms up to fold behind his head, pulling his muscles taut.
Hm. He does kind of have nice biceps...
You shook yourself internally. Thoughts like these had been creeping out of your subconscious for weeks now, no thanks to your rabid friends.
“My leg’s been killing me, though,” he continued, rubbing his opposite foot across the skin that covered that metal pins and plates holding his bones together after a nasty break in high school. The leg often still gave him problems, ranging from the dull ache he could ignore on the day-to-day, to throbbing pain that left him limping.
You frowned, looking away from his arms to meet his eyes. “You should probably rest up before you hurt yourself,” you said.
“I’ll be fine.” He shrugged and propped himself up on his elbows. “Gotta catch up to Zuko, y’know.”
“Why? You’re already taller than him.”
“So? I wanna be more yolked, too.”
You rolled your eyes. “Buncha dumbasses.”
Sokka quirked an eyebrow. “You want this dumbass to help with your physics homework or not?”
“Haha,” you chuckled nervously, “just kidding, buddy! I meant Zuko and Aang. You—definitely not a dumbass. Nope.”
“That’s what I thought.” He shot you a smug look as he pushed up to sit cross-legged across from you on the bed. He held his hand out with a dramatic, world-weary sigh. “Alright, give it here.”
You opened your laptop to pull up the website that hosted your homework practice problems. “You know I love you, right?”
“Mhm,” he hummed, grabbing a notebook and pen from your desk to work out the math as you handed over the computer. He paused before standing to retrieve his bag, plopping it on your desk chair so he could root through it and pull out his glasses case. You felt your cheeks warm a little when he set the frames on the bridge of his nose.
Fine—he was kinda cute. You could concede that without having to dig too deep into your somewhat jumbled feelings for your best friend.
But you would certainly not “tap that.”
Well...
No. You would not.
You watched his eyes flick over the screen as he tapped the pen against his chin, catching the cap between his teeth while he thought about the formulas he’d learned in a past semester. He nodded to himself and started scribbling out a diagram and the math to go with it. You found yourself a little mesmerized by the way he simply just knew what to do, confidently scratching away at the paper as easily as one might write the alphabet. Your eyes trailed from his long fingers and calloused hand sweeping over the page, up his toned arm (lingering on his bicep a little longer), and to his face. He chewed at the inside of his cheek in concentration, sometimes parting his lips to murmur the logic to himself.
For someone who often said a lot of stupid shit, he sure had a pretty mouth.
You considered what he might do if you snatched a fistful of his shirt and yanked him into a kiss. Would he shove you away and leave? Awkwardly but kindly reject you? Or, would he kiss you back—throw the work out of the way and grab your face to coax you in deeper? Maybe push you back onto the bed and—
“Okay, so basically—”
Jesus Christ, get a fucking grip.
“—from the problem and draw it out like this to apply the formula, yeah?”
Sokka looked to you expectantly and you blinked at him as your face burned. “Sorry, I zoned out. What did you say?”
“C’mon, I know you hate physics but you gotta at least pay attention to me if you wanna pass,” he teased, shifting close enough that the sides of your bodies pressed together. Was it getting warmer in your room, or was it just your best friend?
He launched into the explanation again and you nodded along while internally willing the blood to leave your cheeks. Even as your thoughts ricocheted around inside your skull he managed to break it down in a way that somewhat made sense. He sat back and watched as you slowly worked through the next problem. You glanced up when you heard a soft pop to see him applying chapstick.
“Is that a new flavor?” you asked.
“Yeah, chocolate orange or something.” He held the tube out to you. “Wanna try?”
Fuck it.
Before your rationality could catch up you pressed a hand to his cheek to turn his head and pulled him in for a kiss. Your lips only slotted together for a brief moment before you pulled back to stare wide-eyed at each other. You could feel the fire creeping from your cheeks down your neck, mirrored in the reddening of his tanned skin.
He blinked. You blinked.
The chapstick slipped from between his fingers. Rationality arrived late.
You bolted.
“Uh, see ya later!” you shouted as you threw the door open and rushed out of the room.
“Wait, (Y/N)—“
You didn’t stick around to hear the end of his desperate call. Even thought it was your dorm and you were barefoot you still raced down the hall, wincing at the sound of a door slamming behind you.
“(Y/N)!”
Damn that lanky bastard. You were booking it and he was already hot on your heels. You barreled into the door leading to the stairwell and almost made it down the first step when he grabbed you around the waist and yanked you back. Despite your struggles, the arm hooked across your middle was unyielding until he pushed you into the corner and crowded you against the wall, hands caging you in from either side. Your heart was racing and you weren’t sure if it was because of your escape attempt or that he was close enough you could smell his body wash and deodorant. It was almost enough to make your head spin.
“Sokka, I-I don’t know why—I’m sorry, please, I shouldn’t’ve—“
“(Y/N),” he said firmly and your mouth snapped shut. “Why did you run away?”
“Uh, I—well, um...” You shrunk down against the wall and swallowed hard. “I-I don’t know.”
“You didn’t even give me a chance to respond.”
“Look—“ You paused and stared at him once you processed what he said. “What?”
He laughed, dropping one of his hands to brush against your cheek before threading into your hair to cup the base of your skull. “You really don’t get it, do you?”
“Get what?”
With that he surged forwards and kissed you enthusiastically, making you gasp into his mouth. You balled your hands into the front of his shirt to keep yourself steady as you melted into him. His free hand pressed into your lower back to bring you in closer. His tongue slipped out to tease at your bottom lip and he chuckled when you had to quickly grab his shoulders as your knees almost buckled.
“Get that,” he murmured against your lips, pressing his forehead to yours as the two of you gasped for air.
“Oh,” you breathed, “that.” You hummed happily when he kissed you again, his stubble scratching against your chin and under your palms when you cupped his face.
You both looked up when a stairwell door somewhere above you slammed open, followed by a group of jostling male voices. Sokka grinned when you glanced at him with wide eyes and shiny, swollen lips. You tried to hide behind him as the clamor bounded closer and closer. The group of guys rounded the next flight and gave shouts of recognition upon seeing you two standing against the wall.
“Sokka!”
“Hey, man!”
“Hey, guys,” Sokka said, holding his hand up in greeting.
“What’s up?”
“Oh, is that (Y/N)?”
“Nice, dude!”
“Ah, yeah...” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and you raised an eyebrow at his turned head. They all cheered and congratulated him, slapping his back as they passed and disappeared down the next set of stairs. When Sokka met your eyes again you cocked your head.
“Who were they?” you asked.
“Honestly, I’m not sure.”
“Sokka.”
“My reputation precedes me, what can I say?”
“Mine doesn’t.”
“Well—“ he suddenly became very interested in the underside of the stairs above you “—my reputation may or may not involve talking about you. A lot, apparently.”
“Huh?”
“I don’t do it on purpose!” he interjected quickly, taking your hands in his. “It’s just—I dunno, I guess I think about you a lot, so...”
“Oh.”
“Fuck, okay, that sounded weird.” You laughed a little at his embarrassed floundering. “I just mean, like, things that remind me of you or, y’know, stories that involve you...” he trailed off, flushing at your amused smile. “Stop it!”
“Stop what?”
“Making fun of me!”
“I didn’t say anything,” you giggled, hooking your arms around his neck.
“You’re still laughing at me,” he whined, lips turning into a frown. His hands slipped back down to your waist.
“You’re cute.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Without preamble, he ducked down and hoisted you over his shoulder as you shrieked in protest. “Sokka! Put me down!”
“No can do, baby; we have unfinished business to attend to.” He said as he marched you back in the direction of your room.
“You’re gonna finish my physics homework?”
“Nope.”
Oh.
A/N: 2k words bc, again, i have no self control. thank you for the request!
ATLA TAGS: @hotgirlazula @octophopi @blazedbakugou @protect-remus @akiris @sunflowerazula @wooscottoncandyhair @chewymoustachio @ohno-caroline @sunflowerr-mami @1vitamin @ladylizzieofdarbyshire @u-4iia @nymeria-targaryen @tommy-braccoli @dizzy-miss-lizzieeeeee @a-sloppy-bitch @nomin-rights @siriuslyslyslytherin @starryncn
SOKKA TAGS: @fiantomartell @avatarayeaye @zvkta @sher-lockedmarvel @grandmascottlang @captainshazamerica @yuesallura
#sokka x reader#sokka x you#sokka x y/n#x sokka#sokka fluff#sokka imagine#sokka fic#atla sokka#atla x reader#sokka#mine#requests#atla fic#avatar the last airbender
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My Webtoon Recommendations
These are webtoons that are all 10/10 for me. Of course it doesn’t have to be a 10/10 for you, so just a reminder, do not attack me for liking a webtoon that you do not. These are my opinions and we are not going to have the exact same taste. Please be respectful.
Your Throne
Genre: Fantasy
Chapters: 75
Status: Ongoing
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“Tensions are brewing under the seemingly calm surface of the Vasilios Empire, a kingdom ruled by the Imperial Family and the Temple. Lady Medea Solon has lost her place next to Crown Prince Eros, but resolves to win back whats rightfully hers. Will she reclaim her throne?”
You know whats amazing about this webtoon? The summary leads you to think that what shes winning back is the prince. Wrong. Shes trying to win back the throne. I love how this webtoon doesn’t try to make it a girl focusing her goals on a man, but on power. Medea is such a strong and well written character that you can’t help but love her.
The second protagonist Pschye, who of which is the person who took Medeas place as Crown Princess, is the complete opposite of Medea. At the beginning you hate her, but as the webtoon goes on and Medea and her get a better understanding of eachother due to them switching bodies as a wish from God, you begin to root for them as they team up to take over the throne from the Crown Prince.
The art is so beautiful and I constantly found myself at awe from the amount of detail put into it.
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The Makeup Remover
Genre: Romace
Chapters: 78
Status: Ongoing
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“After years of being told to focus on studying, Yeseul feels lost when she starts college and is suddenly expected to pay attention to makeup. When a chance encounter with brilliant makeup artist Yuseong leads to her taking part in a televised makeup competition, Yeseul begins to question the role that makeup and appearance play in society.”
This was created by one of my favorite webtoon creators Lee Yone. Their art is just so amazing and their stories always include such good topics.
For instance, The Makeup Remover’s theme is loving yourself for who you are. It shows how people treat you based on your looks and as someone whos struggled with that kind of thing for a while, this webtoon really touched me. The main character Yeseul is such a relatable character, even when trying to reject beauty standards, she still came subject to the pressures of living up to the people around her. She struggles with trying to love her own appearance and I really like that this webtoon didn’t try to be like, ‘fuck the beauty standard im better than that screw pretty people!!!’ it actually showed realistically how people struggle with self-image. I also love the main love interest because oh my god, we need more men like him please. He doesn’t care about Yeseul’s appearance and genuinely loves her for her personality.
Also, art is amazing. The author is so talented and you should support them by reading and liking the chapters.
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Surviving Romance
Genre: Horror
Chapters: 14
Status: Ongoing
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“When Chaerin Eun becomes the protagonist of the romance novel she is reading, she expects a fairytale ending with the novel’s love interest, Jeha. But when a bizarre twist makes her realize the story is not playing out as it does in the book, she’ll need the help of an unlikely character from her class to defy the new storyline and find her happy ending - if only she can figure out who this ‘Unknown Extra’ is first!”
Hands down one of my favorite webtoons by a long shot. You ever see a webtoon and think, ‘oh yeah, thats going to be a good webtoon’? Thats how this webtoon was for me. It was so good that I spent hours searching for other chapters that hadn’t been uploaded to webtoon yet on other manhua websites. I discovered it because it was also by the author of ‘The Makeup Remover’.
If there is one thing you need to know about me, its that I am a huge horror fan. So when I saw that my favorite author on webtoon had a horror themed webtoon out? You bet your behind that I binged it. Let me tell you, best choice ever.
Think of it as if ‘Ino’s Law’ and ‘Quarantine’ were combined with amazing art and a badass MC.
The Remarried Empress
I love how it is set up to the point where she cannot ‘quit’ until she completes the novel. Creating scenarios where she must survive while meeting the standards in the book. It is such an amazingly written webtoon and I cannot wait for more chapters to be released.
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Genre: Fantasy
Chapters: 82
Status: Ongoing
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“Navier Ellie Trovi was an empress perfect in every way - intelligent, courageous, and socially adept. She was kind to her subjects and devoted to her husband. Navier was perfectly content to live the rest of her days as the wise empress of the Eastern Empire. That is, until her husband brought hone a mistress and demanded a divorce. ‘I accept this divorce… And i request an approval of my remarriage.’ In a shoking twist Navier remaarries another emperor and retains her title and childhood dream as empress. But just how did everything unfold? “
Am I in love with Navier? Yes.
I absolutely adore how this story was set up. The first chapter begins with the big divorce scene, followed by Navier saying that she was going to be remarrying someone else since he wants to divorce her. This sets up a picture that gets completely shattered as you read the chapters. How everything falls into place with the reason behind the divorce and the remarriage is just so well written. The art is so good and and everything is just so insanely well done.
I absolutely love Naviers character, from her regalness and devoted loyalty to her role as empress, all the way to her petty moments and times of sadness. She is truly a character that you want the best for, and I cannot image anyone not liking her. Also the story is just so capable of making you feel emotions. I’ve laughed, cried, and got angry during the course of reading this webtoon. I love how betrayed I felt when the emperor brought home his mistress. It felt like I was in Navier’s shoes!
This is such a well done webtoon and I'm so excited for Navier to get all of the good things she deserves in her new Kingdom and with her new husband.
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Witch Creek Road
Genre: Horror
Chapters: 74
Status: Ongoing
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“A survival horror about love, acceptance, death, and revenge. And sexy flesh-eating demons. Yeah, it has those, too.”
This series seriously mind fucked me. The way that this story is set up, you don’t see the full picture until the later chapters. Season two literally blew my mind. It is also very gorey so keep that in mind if you don’t like that kind of stuff, but for me that makes it all the better. It is just so wild and crass that you can feel your heart pumping in anticipation.
They even have their own website that goes further into the lore because it’s just so wild. Also the art style is just so amazing, because it complements the story and horror theme so much. You hate most of the characters because they suck, and it is so satisfying when they are killed. Also it has it’s sad moments but I think it is a nice break from the horror so it isn’t so overwhelmingly scary.
I binged this series and I recommend reading only a few chapters a day so you don’t overload your brain.
Other then that, an amazing webtoon. Seriously, go read it, support the author, so much work goes into the story and art that it’s insane.
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Dating With A Tail
Genre: Romance
Chapters: 36
Status: Ongoing
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“On the dawn of her 29th birthday, unlucky-in-love Yunha discovers a shocking family secret: she’s started growing a fox tail, the mark of an ancestral curse. She must find her fated love before her 30th birthday or she is destined to become a fox forever! Even with her new-found enchanting power to attract men using her scent, will one year be enough to break the curse before it’s too late?”
Oh my gosh this is just such a good webtoon. It has amazing art, story telling, and characters. The true love interest was there the whole time, the villain isn’t who you’d expect it to be, and the spirit who cursed her is just! Im not going to spoil it but go read this webtoon!! It is so good and deserves more love.
Also Yunha is just so relatable?? Like she put off finding the woodcutter (her fated love) for 29 years and waited last minute to find him. Homegirl is me trying to do a project for school. Also to get rid of the scent that makes men attracted to her, she just starts eating a ton of garlic and that is just so funny to me.
Also I would go to church for the priest anytime if you know what i mean ;)
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Omniscient Reader
Genre: Action
Chapters: 53
Status: Ongoing
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“Dokja was an average office worker whose sole interest was reading his favorite web novel ‘Three Ways to Survive the Apocalypse.’ But when the novel suddenly becomes reality, he is the only person who knows how the world will end. Armed with this realization, Dokja uses his understanding to change the course of the story, and the world, as he knows it.”
I cannot get over how high quality this story is. The world building is phenomenal, the art is fantastic, and the characters are very fleshed out. This deserved all the hype it has gotten so far and more.
I love the ‘mc thrown into a different reality’ trope so much. Just like with surviving romance, Dokja’s world became the story he was reading. Also a very cool aspect of the story is the level up and the fact that its like a game. Earth has turned into this show for god like creatures to watch and it follows Dokja trying to survive. I also really like that TWSA has a protagonist, but Omniscient Reader’s protagonist is not the protagonist that was in TWSA. There is just so much lore and I’ll say it again, the world building is just phenomenal.
The Ddokkaebi’s and Dokja’s interactions are also just some of my favorite moments from the story so far. And oh my goodness I would die for Lee Gilyoung. Thats it, thats the tweet. That little boy could probably kill me with his giant praying mantis and I would let him if it would make him happy.
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Not So Shoujo Love Story
Genre: Comedy
Chapters: 45
Status: Ongoing
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“Romance super-fan Rei Chan is ready for her first boyfriend and she knows just who it’ll be: the most handsome boy in school, Hansum Ochinchin. But her plans for the perfect story are derailed when the most popular girl in class declares herself a rival… for Rei’s heart?! This is the year her not so shoujo love story begins!”
This is just such a cute webtoon. The style is very appealing and while the humor can be childish and weird sometimes, it still has made me laugh a lot. I know the humors not for everyone but just keep in mind that it does get better as the story progresses and gets more serious.
Also its a gl! I’m really unable to find good gls these days that don’t fetishize wlw relationships. Rei being painted as a mean trouble maker whos just misunderstood and Hana being the ‘perfect girl’ who only wants Rei’s attention is such a cute dynamic. They balance each other out and better each other. Also stan Rei for constantly sticking up for Hana even if she doesn’t necessarily like her in the beginning, she has very good morals and sticks to them.
Also the defying stereotypes in this webtoon? Just god-tier. Really makes you think twice when you judge someone just on first impressions alone.
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Odd Girl Out
Genre: Drama
Chapters: 264
Status: Ongoing
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“After a successful winter break makeover, Nari is finally ready for her high school debut. But somehow, she ends up friends with the three prettiest girls in school! Follow Nari as she tries to navigate her brand new high school life surrounded by beauties.”
This story has made me cry multiple times. A lot, even. It is just such a beautiful tale of friendship and finding support in people who are unlike those around theme. It also tells a great story about how anybody can be the ‘odd girl out’. Be it the fat girl, the beautiful girl, the rich girl, or the laid back girl.
It goes so deep into its characters that you even feel bad for the minor antagonists. It really makes you feel for the characters and the reasons behind their actions. Also I know its long, believe me I binged all 260 chapters in the span of three days, but oh my god it is worth it. Also I know the art is kind of off-putting, in fact that’s kind of why I put off reading the story, but I’ve honestly grown to love it and the writing is so good that the art could be literal stick figures and it wouldn’t matter.
The story is amazing and also I just love Nari. She’s just the best.
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Gremoryland
Genre: Horror
Chapters: 67
Status: Completed
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“Six old school friends are invited to be the first visitors of GremoryLand, a new horror theme park that promises an experience as unique as it is spooky. But once this experience starts there is no turning back, and they find themselves tested beyond what they imagines, facing their most desperate fears in order to survive.”
This is definitely one of those stories were you kind of need to turn of your brain and choose to ignore ‘plot holes’ while reading the early chapters because this story definitely gets crazy if you don’t know the ending. Believe me if you stick with it it will all make sense and the satisfaction you get from finding the ending is just so worth it.
The story is so good, and who Gremory is you would literally never suspect. When it was revealed who Gremory was and how he was able to create Gremoryland is so fucking mind boggling that you would never guess. I had to do a double take. It wasn’t like one of those random characters with a vendetta type of twists, but like one you can pick out from clues throughout the story.
Its so good and twisted and just so worth at least giving it a chance.
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These were some of my favorite webtoons on the app! Of course it’s not all of them because unfortunately there is a 10 image limit. I also made this because I’ve run out of new webtoons to read and would love if you guys commented some of your own recs. I can also do a part two with other ones I liked if y’all want more recommendations. You guys can even request specific categories like Drama or Sci-Fi and I can tell you my favorite ones from that genre.
Also a reminder - if you disagree with any of my praise of these webtoons be respectful about it. At the end of the day it’s my opinion and you don’t need to be rude when disagreeing with that opinion.
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