#[ instead of you it should be me. – interactions. ]

[diz-eaze]

online friend kinich

; and how he's closer to you than you thought.

; yandere, modern au, creepnich agenda, invasion of personal space, stalking, kinich is on his freak game, not proofread.

other people fear spiders and the murky depths of the sea. but you fear something else.

you can count the number of friends you have with just one hand, the single digit a direct result from your vehement avoidance of social interactions and fear of the outside. the idea of speaking to another person in public causes your throat to seize, your hands to clam up, and your knees to buckle. being perceived beyond a characterization you deem acceptable is too much for you to bear.

as a child, you were told the dangers of strangers, along with tales your aunt told of kidnappings, murder, and accidents that happen on the road, all of which have kept you awake at night countless times.

but children grow up, they abandon these fears to progress in their life. unfortunately for you, the fear sticks like a second skin, even burrowing beneath the surface and penetrating deep into your soul.

instead, you retreat. you keep yourself locked inside the comfort of your room, too scared to take a single step.

while your education still begrudingly takes place on campus, your already few friends can only access you through discord messages and tiktok streaks since you're gone with the wind as soon as dismissal rings. within the bleak, dark walls of your abode, accompanied by shelves lined up with merchandise of your favorite media, you only feel safe here. in here, there are no white vans or judgmental eyes.

besides, anonymity online allows you to act in a way that your peers would never expect you to be; it allows you to be yourself for other strangers to accept without risking your safety.

really, this is the only world that you need.

today, you fought with one of your friends over your lifelong fears. she had insisted that the solution was for you to go out more, and you blatantly shut all of her ideas down with a repeated anxious shake of your head. she persisted, but you stood your ground, even if your voice was shaky.but you're weak, so it ended with you running out of the classroom in tears. her scathing remark leaves a burning sensation in your throat, trapping the sobs that wish to escape.

she doesn't - couldn't - understand.

it's a mantra that envelops your mind when you harshly shut the door to your room, unalthletic lungs desperately heaving in oxygen to regain your bearings. tears stain your face, but you don't even bother to wipe them off when your legs maneuver you infront of your monitor.

it's practically muscle memory now; you turn on your computer, type in your password, open up discord, and your fingers dance around the keyboard as you type up a message to the only person who can truly understand you.

almightydragonlord1111.

a silly username, one that still manages to invoke a laugh to bubble out your throat even if cracked at the edges. he had explained to you once that he created his account back in middle school, hence the cringe-inducing title.

you never bothered to ask for his real name. he had offered once in the past, but you refused. you like the split between knowing all his vulnerable thoughts, yet not even knowing what his real name is or what he looks like. perhaps it makes it easier for you to hypothetically leave behind this stranger who knows everything about you, should a day like that come.

kal3idoscope: hi, almightydragonlord1111 can i vent for a min? only if ur not busy ofc. sorry lol idk anyone else to approach. haha.

leaning back into the cushion of your gaming chair, you release an exhausted sigh.

a second only passed when his reply came.

almightydragonlord1111: hey, of course it is.

almightydragonlord1111: you can even call me if you want :) i'm here for you, always.

kal3idoscope: i'll stay with venting thru dms haha

kal3idoscope: but thank u, seriously ☹️💘

and you do, you tell him of your deep-rooted frustrations, your fight with your friend, and being torn between staying in the comforts of your room or finally taking that first step to face the world. you tell him of how terrified you are to be viewed through the lenses of another person. you tell him everything, your feelings spilling over each sentence and letter typed.

when you finish sending it all, it takes him a couple of minutes to process the sheer amount of text you've made him read through, and you watch with abated breath, staring at his icon.

almightydragonlord1111: ... wow

almightydragonlord1111: honestly, i can see both sides of the argument

almightydragonlord1111: it's not like you asked to be afraid of these things. i get it. but at the same time, not everyone is out to get you?

almightydragonlord1111: and i don't mean that in a demeaning way, i promise

almightydragonlord1111: still... ultimately, she's right, you know. maybe you don't need to enjoy going outside after just one trip... but just take it step by step, yeah?

you know deep down that your friend was right to an extent, but being told of the reality by someone you deeply trusted stung your heart. you don't even know why you're hurt by it - maybe deep down, you wanted him to agree with you and take your side. but you suck in a deep breath, trying your best to not let your hurt shine through.

kal3idoscope: orfkrerbrnfvmkr

kal3idoscope: AHHHHHHHHHHHH

kal3idoscope: ok ok maybe im a bitttt too paranoid, thats fair 😭😭

kal3idoscope: but idk really know where to start eekkkkkk

almightydragonlord1111: hmm

almightydragonlord1111: maybe somewhere local for now?

almightydragonlord1111: you can even bring a friend with you if you feel too unsafe

kal3idoscope: oh

kal3idoscope: no need :')

kal3idoscope: i dont think i can talk to them rn

kal3idoscope: but yeah! ill try some cafes around my area :D maybe tomorrow or next week idk fkvvmkrni

kal3idoscope: thnx almightydragonlord1111, srsly

almightydragonlord1111: no prob :)

almightydragonlord1111: anyways, you up for valo?

kal3idoscope: always 🤓💯

you push the issue to the back of your mind, for now enjoying your time spent with him.

a week later, as you promised to almightydragonlord1111, you find yourself in a secluded corner of a cafe not far from your house. for once, you're outside for a reason other than school. sinking into the plush cushions, you obsessively eye anyone passing by, checking for any dangerous object they may carry on their person.

you probably look crazy to some of them, and the idea makes you wince.

you force yourself to stop looking like some creep once you realize that there are fewer people inside the cafe than you previously thought. soon, your body begins to relax after your mind has been on overdrive since you entered the establishment.

your order arrives, bid with a wobbly "thank you" from your lips, and you plug your earphones in. several minutes come to pass while you idly mess around on your laptop, trying to see how long you can last out in public.

30 minutes in, a hooded figure opens the glass door to the cafe, causing the chime to ring: a newcomer, it signals to the workers. you hadn't cared, eyes too preoccupied and with the music blasting in your ears as you tried to get used to the new environment.

but then the sound of a metal chair scraping against the floor as it's pulled back is heard through your earphones. you snap your eyes over to check, only to visibly flinch back upon seeing that the hooded figure chose to sit right next to you out of all the other available tables.

your body tenses up once again, spine set in a perfect vertical line as you try to rationalize the situation in your head. you survey the hooded figure from the corner of your eyes, noting the neon highlights in the outfit and that their face can't be seen at all, covered up by a black face mask and sunglasses. still, a silver dangling earring peeks out every now and then from his occasional movements. and his body figure isn't the burly type, though you know better than to underestimate a complete stranger.

who's to say they don't have sharp objects hidden beneath the layers of clothing? you shudder in terror, body unconsciously inching away from them.

unpredictably, they inch closer.

you suck in a sharp breath, extremely alarmed. the hooded figure must have heard it because you hear an amused huff shortly after. it only serves to turn your blood ice-cold.

as if to egg you on, they advance once more, leaving you with no room to exit as you're already pressed up by the corner.

shaking, you now know that you're not being paranoid - this person is really out to get you. your shaking fingers grip onto the cotton material of your graphic t-shirt, already feeling tears welling up in your eyes. you really shouldn't have gone outside today.

they shuffle closer, and you whimper out in trepidity.

on the table, you spy your laptop and phone on standby but too far away for you to grab. if you could, you would've opened up discord and frantically messaged almightydragonlord1111 your local area to call the authorities. sadly, there's no one here to help you.

you close your eyes, begging for an employee to glance over the corner of the cafe and see that you're in clear distress. but zero prayers are answered as their body soon comes into contact with yours.

they chuckle, a boyish tone that leads you to believe that this person is a man. he breathes down on your neck, chest heaving in a repeated up and down motion. the hot air of his breath hits your nape, and you shudder in disgust.

the world feels as if it's closing in, limiting the space until it can only hold you and this terrifying stranger. every second that ticks by only adds to your increasing anxiety, furthering your fear of the outside world once this situation comes to pass.

you should tell him to stop - to leave you alone. you should be angry, snarling out profanities and berating this guy for having the audacity to even come close to you.

but all that trickles out of your lips is a whisper, a plea: "please... leave me alone. please."

the hooded figure pauses, and you feel his stare bore into you, piercing through your clothes in order to truly peer in. a few deafening seconds cruise through, and a bead of sweat rolls down your temple.

finally, his body departs from yours, allowing you to finally exhale in relief. you watch with rapt attention as he languidly stands up, stretching his limbs and his silver earring even glinting against the overhead light. soon, he walks out of the cafe, leaving your heart wrapped in dread, not even ordering once.

your hands quickly grab hold of your phone and laptop, frantically shoving everything into your bag as you hastily exit the cafe with shaky knees. you hail a taxi, wanting to be in the comfort of your house as soon as possible.

once inside your abode, you bolt straight for your room, ignoring the inquiries of your older sibling. you shut the door with a loud bang, locking it for safe measure. you feel your legs give up on you, and you fall to the floor in a graceless manner. you try to inhale as much oxygen as your lungs would allow.

breathe in, breathe out. breathe in, breathe out.

the sound of your notifications going off breaks through your spiraling mental health.

you move to sit up. fishing for your phone, your quivering breath turns labored when you see the message isn't coming from any of your social media, but from your phone's text messages itself.

someone found your phone number.

unknown number: it was nice to finally see you in person :) my real name is kinich, by the way.

unknown number: i hope we can share a conversation face-to-face next time.

unknown number: i'm glad you didn't bring a friend with you, it was just the two of us :)

you were right.

there really is something to fear about the world beyond your room.

[chroniclesofskz]

Ride My Face Baby Girl

Meet Bang Chan, the CEO of Stellar Fashion, a man who could silence a room with a single glance. His sharp features and piercing dark eyes spoke of power and authority, a stark contrast to the soft whispers of fabric that accompanied his every move. The office buzzed with the electric anticipation of his arrival each day, as employees straightened ties and smoothed out wrinkles, hoping to catch his eye.

But not everyone was so eager to bask in his shadow. Enter Y/N, the new girl on the block, with a fire in her eyes that matched the vibrant H/C hair. Unlike the others, she wasn't so easily swayed by his charisma or his sharply tailored suits. In her mind, he was just another entitled prick who thought he could have anything he wanted, including her. But as the days passed, she couldn't deny the growing tension between them, a dance of wills that seemed to fuel his obsession.

Their interactions grew more frequent and intense, their banter a mix of professional and personal, with Bang Chan's eyes often lingering on her curves a beat too long. It was infuriating, yet strangely thrilling, like a cat playing with its prey. Y/N knew she was skating on thin ice, but she was determined to keep things strictly professional. After all, she needed this job.

One evening, the tension reached a boiling point. As the office emptied and the last of the day's light painted the sky, Bang Chan called out to her, his voice echoing down the hallway. She sighed, steeling herself for another round of his games. Entering his office, she found him leaning against his desk, his arms folded over his broad chest, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to reveal strong forearms. He studied her with a look that was both hungry and challenging.

"Do you have any idea why you're here?" he asked, his voice a low growl that seemed to resonate through her body. Y/N swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as she met his gaze. She knew she had to keep her cool, but the way he looked at her was making it increasingly difficult. "No," she replied curtly, her voice a little shakier than she would have liked.

Bang Chan pushed off the desk and took a step closer to her. "You've been parading around here all week, flaunting that body of yours, and not giving me the time of day," he said, his eyes raking over her figure. "It's driving me mad."

Y/N rolled her eyes, trying to play it cool. "I'm just doing my job," she said, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart. But inside, she felt a thrill at his words. The fact that she had gotten under his skin was oddly satisfying.

He stepped closer, invading her personal space, and she could feel the heat of his body. "Is that what you call it?" he murmured, his breath warm against her neck. "Driving me wild with every twirl of your hips?"

Y/N tried to step back, but she was already against the wall. She put her hand on his chest to push him away, but instead of resisting, she felt the firmness of his muscles beneath the fabric, and her hand lingered. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice betraying the excitement she was trying to suppress.

His hand reached out to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. "I want to taste you," he said, his eyes dark with desire. "To feel every inch of you tremble beneath me."

Her breath hitched, and she knew she should be offended, should push him away, but instead she found herself leaning into his touch. "You think I'm going to just give in to you?" she challenged, her eyes sparkling with defiance.

Bang Chan chuckled, the sound low and seductive. "I know you want it," he said, his voice a whisper against her ear. "I see it in the way your pupils dilate every time I'm near, the way your breathing changes." He took her hand and placed it over the bulge in his pants. "Feel that?" he asked, his voice a rough rasp. "That's all for you, baby girl."

Y/N's cheeks flushed, and she tried to pull her hand away, but he held it firmly in place. "This is inappropriate," she protested weakly, her body betraying her.

He leaned in closer, his mouth so close to hers that she could feel his warm breath on her skin. "Is it?" he whispered. "Or is it just what you've been waiting for?"

Before she could respond, his lips claimed hers in a kiss that was both demanding and possessive. Her resolve crumbled, and she kissed him back with a passion that surprised even herself. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and contour as if he had been waiting for this moment his whole life.

The sound of a zipper echoed through the room as he unzipped her dress, his fingers deftly unhooking her bra. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, his eyes greedily devouring the sight of her bare breasts. "So beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Y/N's body responded to his words, her nipples hardening under his gaze. She felt a thrill of power as she watched him fight for control. With a smirk, she reached out and grabbed his tie, pulling him back towards her. "If you want me, you'll have to earn it," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.

The challenge in her eyes was all it took for Bang Chan to snap. He picked her up, setting her on his desk as if she weighed nothing. His mouth found hers again, their kisses deepening as his hands began to explore her body, his fingers dancing over her sensitive skin.

"You want me to earn it?" he murmured against her lips, his voice a dark promise. "I'll make you beg for it, baby girl."

Without warning, he slid his hand between her thighs, finding her already wet and ready. He inserted two fingers, stroking her with a precision that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her eyes went wide, and she gasped as he curled them just right, hitting that spot that made her see stars.

The room filled with the sound of their ragged breaths and the slick sound of his fingers moving in and out of her. His thumb circled her clit, pressing down just enough to make her hips buck. She felt the tension building, the pressure mounting, and she knew she was close.

"You're going to come for me," he murmured, his voice a dark promise that sent a shiver down her spine. "I want to feel you drench my hand."

Y/N bit her bottom lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape as his fingers worked their magic. But it was no use. With a gasp, she felt the wave of pleasure wash over her, and she squirted all over his desk. He groaned in approval, his eyes never leaving hers as she rode the intense orgasm.

Her body trembled as she came down from the high, her breathing returning to normal. She felt a sense of vulnerability wash over her, but also a strange sense of satisfaction. She had never been with a man who could make her feel so alive, so desired.

Bang Chan pulled his hand away, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean. "Mmm, delicious," he said with a wink. "But we're not done yet."

Without a word, he took Y/N's hand and led her over to the plush burgundy Chesterfield sofa that dominated one corner of the office. He lay down, his tie now loosened and shirt untucked. He patted his face, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Ride my face," he said, the words dripping with lust.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, her heart racing and her mind reeling. But something in the way he looked at her, with such hunger and desire, made her want to give in. She straddled his head, her legs trembling slightly as she positioned herself. His nose grazed her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her, and she gasped.

He began to lick and suck, his tongue delving deep into her wetness. His hands gripped her thighs, keeping her steady as she rocked her hips back and forth. The leather of the sofa was cool against her bare skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his mouth. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter with every stroke, her body responding to his expert touch.

Her hands found their way to her breasts, her nipples hard and sensitive as she pinched and played with them. The sight of her bouncing on his face, her hair cascading down around her, was almost too much for him to handle. He groaned, the sound muffled by her pussy, and she felt his grip tighten on her thighs.

Y/N threw her head back, her eyes closing as she let the waves of pleasure wash over her. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Harder," she moaned, her voice barely a whisper.

Bang Chan didn't need any more encouragement. He buried his face deeper into her, his tongue working her clit in fast, firm circles. He could feel her legs starting to shake, her hips bucking against his mouth as she approached climax.

And then she was there, screaming his name as she came all over his face. He lapped it up greedily, savoring the taste of her sweet release. When she finally collapsed onto the sofa beside him, breathless and panting, he gave her a smug look. His face glistened with her arousal, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight. He leaned in, kissing her softly, and she could taste herself on his lips. It was an intimate, erotic moment that she didn't expect.

With a cheeky smirk, she whispered, "Was that all you've got?" Y/N was surprised by her own boldness, but it was clear she had tapped into a side of herself that she had never explored before.

Bang Chan chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Not even close, baby girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "We're just getting started."

Y/N looked at him with a mix of surprise and excitement, her breath still ragged from the intense orgasm. She couldn't believe she had allowed this to happen in the office, but something about his commanding presence made it feel right. He stood up, his own desire evident in the bulge straining against his pants.

With a flick of his wrist, he undid his belt and let his pants fall to the floor, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. She stared, her eyes widening at the size of it. "Like what you see?" he asked, stroking himself slowly.

"You're… huge," she breathed, unable to tear her gaze away.

He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "And you're going to take every inch of me," he said with a smirk, his voice full of confidence.

Y/N felt a thrill of fear mixed with arousal. She had never been with a man this dominant before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. He stepped closer to her, his cock brushing against her inner thigh. "Now, let's see if that mouth of yours is as feisty as your attitude," he murmured, guiding her head towards his cock.

Her heart was racing, but she knew she wanted this. With a nod of determination, she leaned in and took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip as she began to suck. He groaned, his hand fisting in her hair as he guided her rhythm. She took him deeper, feeling the veins pulsing in his length, the taste of him making her even wetter.

As she bobbed her head, he watched her with hooded eyes, his grip on her hair tightening slightly. "That's it, baby girl," he said, his voice strained. "Take it all."

Y/N felt a rush of power knowing she could make him feel this way. She took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing out as she worked her mouth along his shaft. She could feel him getting closer, his breaths becoming shallower, his hips jerking slightly as he fought for control.

But just as she was getting into the rhythm, he pulled away, leaving her gasping for air. "Not yet," he said with a smirk. "There's something I want to do first."

Without warning, he picked her up and carried her over to the large, mahogany desk that dominated the room. He laid her down, her legs dangling over the edge, and spread her open. "Now, let's see if I can make you scream louder," he said, his eyes darkening with desire.

He slammed into her without preamble, filling her completely in one swift motion. Y/N gasped, her nails digging into the wood as he began to thrust. Each stroke was deep and demanding, his powerful hips driving into her with a force that made the desk creak beneath them.

The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, punctuated by her moans and his grunts. She felt herself climbing towards another peak, her body responding to his every command. His hands roamed her body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, as he claimed her completely.

Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he reached between them, finding her clit and giving it a firm press. She came again, her body arching off the desk as she screamed his name, her walls tightening around his cock.

He didn't stop, his movements becoming more frantic as he chased his own release. His eyes were locked on hers, and she could see the hunger in them, the need to claim her fully. And in that moment, she knew she was his, and she didn't want it any other way.

As the last of her orgasm faded away, she watched him, panting and desperate. "Come for me," she whispered, and with a final, powerful thrust, he did, filling her with his hot seed.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies tangled and sweaty, the tension of the day giving way to the afterglow of passion. But she knew that this was just the beginning of a very complicated dance between them.

[ranticore]

how did you start writing books that had themes? i’ve been writing since i was 7 years old and i’ve always wanted to write a whole book one day, but i don’t feel like i write with enough intention for any of my stories to keep my interest long enough to write a novel. i love building worlds and characters, and i often understand the themes that i want to explore in a given piece, but i always feel like worldbuilding gets in the way of actually writing a plot or having something to say, or that i’m too interested in stuff that doesn’t matter as opposed to actually telling a story. that or i feel like my stuff is too derivative.

So I did the same as you from a very early age, a lot of writing that was kind of directionless, lacking overarching structures. I don't want to say it was immature but in the way of kids playing imagination games, it just kinda.. went on and on with no resolution just pure interaction where any random thing could happen because it seemed like the next step. But for that kind of writing, "the next step" was based off the one directly previous to it. To make the jump to what you describe as books with themes, "the next step" can't be based off the one directly previous to it. "The next step" has to be the extension of every single previous step, including the very first, because the entire story is built from the ground up to be a single unified whole.

I think the jump from the directionless writing to writing A Novel (with all attendant structural conventions - different to fanfic, tv writing, screenplays etc) is that the novel is approached holistically with every single event considered at the same time, instead of each little part examined as a discrete unit that links to the next at the end of the chapter/scene/etc.

What I did was write my entire series out - all three books - in rough draft format, changing it and retconning it freely as I went. the continuity in these drafts sucked and the themes are all over the place but when I was finished with these three book drafts I had every tool at my disposal. at the end of my book 3 rough draft I had worked out all my themes and my events sequence etc. which meant that when I went on to start writing what would become the final draft of stbh (complete rewrites from the ground up, no reusing rough draft prose), I knew from the very beginning exactly how the story would end and it gave me so much freedom and space to approach the full story as a whole, add foreshadowing that wasn't there before, coded hints to how the last book would end (nobody's spotted them yet... as far as I know), and so on

As for themes vs worldbuilding, and what details matter more, ultimately it's for you to decide what you want to focus on. But you also need to understand when a particular element needs to be cut to serve the narrative. If it's something you really really need to include, then you need to restructure the narrative around it (the rough draft -> rewritten first draft method helps a lot with this). There's plenty of plotlines I really liked which I axed in the end because, cool as they were, they broke the causal chain and therefore had to go.

When choosing themes you can approach it not as "what do I like" but "what do I want to say". This should clarify a lot of things. Sometimes what you want to say is "wouldn't that be fucked up or what", it isn't always some deep commentary on the world. For the imimata story I went at it with the initial core of "I am talking about dehumanisation, abuse, and celebrity culture". So I have to wrap my worldbuilding around that, rather than start without direction. The fact that the situation for imimata is so dire is a result of this theme. And so on.

Finally for worldbuilding it is possible to overdo it. I personally get turned off a story very quickly if I'm hit with eighteen walls of exposition and detail unrelated to characters, because I only want one thing and it's disgusting (character interaction), so I'm happy with a very loose canon setting. Not everyone's the same. When you do reveal world building details, link them to your theme. Let's say in Inver my theme was poverty and I want to talk about my worldbuilding around diets. I narrate that through a character who grew up in poverty reminiscing about having to go collect whelks in the bay mud. That teaches us about the physical geography of the city, what the view out to sea looks like, the coastal habitats, the types of food gathered by the poor, and also something about that character as well. Additionally, you might know one billion facts and figures about your setting but do your characters have that knowledge?

Also your own interests vs others' - write for yourself first or you'll be miserable. And if it's derivative or not - idk I mean I just avoid pulling inspiration without twisting it into what I want (and I also avoid pulling inspiration from ppl on my tumblr dash because that's how things get stale). I am a contrary bitch first and foremost and I approach a lot of stuff like "everyone's doing this? well I'm doing the opposite" ... ymmv

[toxicanonymity]

Some people hate me talking back to the blog...

People have tagged me in accusations, so let's "clear the air," only naming people who named me. DON'T send hate.

In the week since I started speaking up against the confessions blog and mocking its anons, there's been a lot of panic in certain circles and hate thrown my way. I've shaded the blog itself and vaguely whoever runs, uses, and supports it, without knowing or suggesting who that is. Some people have taken it personally - @clubsoft even publicly accused me of running her friend out of the fandom. Now @letsgobarbs is trying to connect me to @ihateconfessionalblogs - I guess she thinks no one else has noticed or heard about her and her friends' public trainwreck of hypocrisy on AI.

My comment regarding ihateconfessionalblogs

And since @letsgobarbs tagged me in a post that spreads misinformation about AI, I'll clear that up, too. I've never read their friends' fic or accused them of AI. AI checkers should not have been used to publicly accuse people since we have no way of knowing how accurate they are. But instead of leaving it at that, these ladies want to carve out a specific explanation for their friend (without factual support), and this bullshit is circulating as truth.

They're spreading the notion that a fic is more likely to come back with a high % ai detected if the fic has been scraped by AI. First of all, everyone's fics are scraped for AI. AI models aren't trained by selectively scraping the fics of individual writers. And even if a fic is directly fed into AI, this doesn't somehow make it more likely to pop on an AI checker. I tested this theory on one of my fics that has been fed into AI relentlessly, and it came back 0%. If it had gotten a high %, the false positive wouldn't have been because it was scraped. That's not how it works.

Don't believe everything you read. Check sources.

Clubsoft's friend reached out after I responded to the hate I got from clubsoft's post about me. This was our second conversation -

DONT SEND THEM HATE. Any hate they receive feeds right into their false narrative.

If you're worried about becoming a target, it's OK not to interact with this post! 🩷

[soluversworld]

About that one post

In the tags of TKATB post, I saw a post and before things go too far, I would like to address about it.

post https://www.tumblr.com/tenderlyfracturedscheme/787382689005240320/exposing-a-racist-and-predator-artist-in-tkatb?source=share

Before anything else, please note: The person being discussed is an artist in the (TKATB) fandom who goes by the username kazueisaloser. (Please make sure to read the Twitter post in question first—but also be aware that the post is entirely fake and misleading.)

In short, the person behind the post is accusing Kazue of racism and other serious STUFF. I want to clarify that, based on my personal interactions with Kazue, these claims are false. From what I’ve seen, Kazue has always come across as a kind, funny, and respectful person.

To be direct: the screenshots being circulated are fabricated/faked. This appears to be a group of minors attempting to “cancel” Kazue simply because she reminded them that they shouldn't be engaging with 18+ content or spaces.

This is well informed in X/twitter than here. So I'll link the people who spoke about it This post is just making people aware about the post before People go crazy.

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IVE 🎀 on X: "I don’t usually address things like this publicly, but for the sake of clarity — we have confirmation of her actual Discord account. This impersonation is false. Please stop spreading misinformation." / X

2.

Lalaluna on X: "We have plenty of evidence of you people making channels just to hate on Kazue, even if you’ve already deleted the server. It’s clearly one of you staging it because why is the conversation at the start different? And fyi Kazue’s actual discord has a toilet pfp frame btw. https://t.co/nvroF2SH94" / X

3.

emi🩶 semi-hiatus! on X: "Kazue NEVER behaves like this. We are friends with her in discord and all her socials are linked in her profile. I hope you know this is literally a cybercrime because this is already too much." / X

4.

Lalaluna on X: "Please explain how she’s the horrible one when you are saying all this about her including wishing physical harm and death upon her and now impersonating her too. All because she rightfully scolded a minor for being in a 18+ space. https://t.co/sKQq95AVGp" / X

Kazue responded to these allegations too. With evidence.

1.

Miss KAZUE! on X: "I refuse to take this poor impersonation attempt lightly. The first ss shows the fake account falsely claiming to be me, even copying my Tiktok profile description. The second ss displays my actual discord acc. I'll also show further evidence of this situation. (1/5) https://t.co/9ML0zjZbne" / X

More posts might come, exposing them as the time of posting this.

Please, for the love of god—don’t jump to conclusions based on so-called “evidence” without knowing the full context.

This is social media. Things can be faked. Screenshots can be edited. Narratives can be twisted. What looks like proof isn’t always the truth.

But the truth does come to light—eventually. So before you choose sides or spread accusations, take a step back. Ask questions. Look deeper.

Because once someone’s reputation is ruined, you don’t get to undo that damage just because you didn’t wait for the full story.

Let’s be clear: minors should not be in 18+ communities. Those spaces are labeled that way for a reason—because the content, discussions, and themes are not appropriate or safe for underage individuals.

And now, instead of respecting those boundaries, some of these same minors are creating fake screenshots and trying to cancel an someone—all because she gave a reasonable and necessary warning about staying out of adult spaces.

That is not okay. Minors are still responsible for their actions. Falsely accusing someone and faking evidence is serious, harmful behavior—no matter your age. Being young is not a free pass to lie or ruin someone's reputation.

[florencebirdsong]

A Moment (1/2)

Valentina de Fontaine x Mel

Summary: Valentina can’t finish. She uses Mel instead.

Tags: fingering, mildly dubious consent, boss/employee, power imbalance, mentioned masturbation, awkward Mel

Words: 894

Authors note: awkward Mel my beloved

ao3 | masterlist

It had taken Mel an embarrassing long time to realise what Valentina means whenever she says “I need a moment,” and enters a room by herself. It feels like it should have been obvious considering Mel is aware of every other second of Valentina’s day.

It had been even more embarrassing to think about what exactly Valentina gets up to in those moments alone. Mel had been more than a little awkward the first few times after but eventually it became normal like everything else in her job does. She spends almost every second of the day in Valentina’s pocket. She already knows too much about her, one more bodily function isn’t going to make much of a difference.

And it is only a bodily function as far as Mel can tell. There’s no pattern that she can see when it comes to who Valentina interacts with or what she does just before she says she needs a moment to herself. Valentina’s schedule isn’t consistent enough for her to do it at a set time every day but it tends to be right around the most stressful part. It gives Mel time to get some things in order for the rest of their day. This isn’t the only opportunity she gets, she had to learn early on to take advantage of small pauses in their schedule, but it is the most consistent. Until it isn’t.

“Mel!” Valentina calls from inside the room.

Mel jumps, startled enough to almost lose her grip on her tablet.

“Uh, yes Val?” she calls back. This hasn’t happened before.

“Get in here.”

Mel nods several times even though no one can see her. If Valentina is asking for her she should be all covered up. But also why is Valentina asking for her? Mel isn’t sure she wants to know what’s wrong but she takes a deep breath and opens the door. It’s her job to help.

Valentina looks as put together as ever. If it weren’t for her glistening fingers and the top of her slacks being unbuttoned Mel would never have known what she’s up to. Except for the fact she knew before walking in. Mel envies Valentina’s composure. She looks anywhere but at the showing underwear.

“What’s up, Val?” Her voice is the opposite of nonchalant but she’s ignoring that too.

“I’m having a little trouble. Come here.”

Mel obeys without thinking. Then Valentina takes her hand and she can’t stop thinking. Her and her boss don’t really touch despite being together ninety percent of the time. The feel of her smooth skin against Mel’s would be hypnotic in any other scenario. Right now nothing is getting into Mel’s brain apart from the fact that she can see her boss’ underwear. But wait, no. She can’t because she isn’t meant to be looking. And she isn’t looking but she is now touching holy shit.

“Val— what—?”

“Quiet.” Valentina commands. 

Mel’s mouth clicks shut. Less to do with the command and more to do with the fact that Valentina is guiding Mel’s hand into her underwear. Wet heat graces her fingertips. Mel’s fingers twitch and Valentina’s grip tightens. 

“Don’t go shy on me now,” Valentina says. “I’m sure you know how to finger a girl, Mel.”

“Right. Okay.” Totally. Definitely. Mel knows what’s she’s doing. Val. She’s doing Val. Valentina. Her boss. Holy shit. She should definitely stop.

Mel carefully pushes one finger and then two inside of her boss. Valentina’s hold on her wrist never loosens. She slowly drags Mel’s fingers inside and out of her. She keeps a steady, even pace Mel would not have been able to maintain given— everything.

Mel feels Valentina squeeze around her. She almost faints. She’s not sure whether this is hell or heaven. She watches as Valentina’s breathing begins to stutter. Mel has seen Valentina’s composure fall before but she’s never seen her like this. Valentina’s mouth falls slightly open and Mel’s eyes zeros in on it. She has the incredibly silly urge to kiss her. Something she absolutely should not do despite her fingers currently being inside her boss. If she messes up Valentina’s lipstick she’ll never hear the end of it. She doesn’t have the exact shade on her. None of that doesn’t make the urge go away. 

Mel watches Valentina come undone and she struggles not to fall to her knees. Valentina’s face relaxes for the first time ever, her head tips back slightly as her mouth falls open in a sigh, and Mel wants to burst into flames. 

Valentina allows one single shudder to run through herself and then it’s over. Her mouths closes, her face smooths out into its usual mask and she removes Mel’s hand from her slacks. She buttons them up, touches up her hair and straightens her shirt. She looks as put together as she did entering the room. Mel is too busy staring wide eyed at her glistening fingers to notice. Did that really just happen?

“Well, that was a nice change. Wasn’t it?” Valentina says.

Mel nods mutely. Her brain hasn’t caught up with everything yet.

“Remind me what Senator asshat wants to talk about again,” Val says as she walks out the door. “I can never remember what slogan he’s adopted. He’s so sensitive about people remembering.”

Fingers wet and heat pounding between her thighs, Mel follows her.

[yourdaddyfigur3]

@stiff-upper-kink You know it’s pretty ridiculous that you suddenly unblocked me when you should have kept me blocked and not mention my blog at all. Especially since I asked you to leave me alone, yet you tagged me in a rant post, only to delete it within minutes, thinking I wouldn't notice.

Seriously, make up your mind. That's your issue, and why no one believes your bullshit apologies. Stop acting like the victim in all this when you're the aggressor. All the info I’ve gotten about you isn’t from anonymous sources or some random throwaway account; it’s from mutuals, people I’ve known for as long as I had my blog and whose opinions I trust in this community and on top of that, it’s not just one person sharing their personal experiences with you.

You keep saying you want to change and own up to your mistakes, but instead, you're creating blog after blog after blog trying so desperately to escape your past, instead of just facing the consequences, moving forward, and improving yourself. Like what is this, your fourth or fifth blog now?

And you been complaining about a witch hunt to get you canceled. My guy, the only person getting you cancelled is yourself. I’ve told you more than once to take a break from this app and get professional help. I’m not saying this to be an asshole. I’m saying it because you’re a danger to anyone you interact with, since you can’t control your behavior in people’s DMs.

[thecheshireprincess]

Let Me Hear You Preview

Shuntarō Chishiya x F!Reader

Content Warning: NSFW (18+); porn with some plot, smutty smut, just smut fr, thigh riding again, this time in public, Chishiya being a menace (probably OOC, you know I don't give a fuck), insinuations of a darker Chishiya, breeding kink kind of if you squint, curse words

I won't tell anyone what or what not to do, but please interact responsibly ✨️

A/N - Let Me Hear You is obviously a part II for Quiet; I don't think you have to read part I to be able to read this one, though there are callbacks to it. I expect most people in this space have already read it longggggg ago

The other day, I went absolutely crazy and decided to delete nearly 50K words worth of WIPs and completely start over. That sounds insane, but I think it has been the greatest favor to me to have a blank canvas for most of my stories. I'm really trying, I promise.

For now, please enjoy this sneak peek 🥰

Chishiya is quick to take his place in the last remaining chair in the conference room, guiding you without hesitation into his lap. He strategically parts your legs with his thigh, slowly dragging your clothed clit against him as he pulls your rapidly overheating body closer. You have to bite back a salacious moan, sputtering instead on a strangled cough. When your back hits his chest, his warm lips brush the shell of your ear in teasing, “Still being a good girl and keeping my cum inside you, baby? Looks like it'll be a while before I can give you more.”

A breathy whimper escapes your lips without permission, Chishiya’s filthy words causing your weeping hole to clench around absolutely nothing. You still have almost no control over your body, you realize, the aphrodisiac coursing powerfully through your veins. Involuntarily, your hips squirm against the blond; whether you're searching for more friction or trying to escape his burning touch, you aren't sure. Maybe both. The tips of his fingers dig tightly into your hipbones, halting your movements and trapping you in place. “So needy, hm? You’ll have to work for it if you want to cum, angel,” he whispers teasingly, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Chishiya!” you chastise him with a smack to his chest, though arousal-soaked pain is coursing encouragingly through your veins, the deep-seated desire that you have for the man betraying you.

“What, baby?" He asks wide-eyed, feigning innocence, "I know the aphrodisiac is just burning you up, look how flushed your skin is. It’s okay if you want to ride my thigh, it won’t take much for you to soak me, will it?” Oh, you want to scream. You're going to scream. Fuck fuck fuck.

Trying to regain some semblance of control over your aching body, you push the dirty thoughts to the back of your mind with a shaky breath, focusing hard on the words spewing from Hatter's mouth – something about tightening up security and making sure people aren’t trying to hide cards from him. Hatter sounds crazy, but you feel crazy. You're sure that you look crazy too.

Sweat beads again at your forehead and neck, imaginary flames licking up your ribcage and radiating excruciating heat through your body like thousands of knives. The weight of Chishiya’s hands at your hips should ground you in the moment, but instead all you can think about is how those hands should be making their way down the front of your panties to play with your swollen clit instead of digging into your skin.

You're conflicted. Your body desperately wants to grind against Chishiya's leg, soaking both of your pants with the evidence of your arousal. Claiming him as yours in front of all these people. Your heart, which has long belonged to your friend, agrees. Your hazy mind, though, is lucid eough to stop you for a moment. You are literally sitting in the middle of an Executive meeting - can you really handle the shame? As if he's able to hear your thoughts, the blond offers his reassurance, “Only Hatter can see you, baby. Don’t you want to put on a little show for him? Wouldn't it be fun to tease him with something he doesn't get to have?"

You look briefly to the man, noting the smug look he's wearing on his face; pupils blown wide with lust, but not a drop of sweat on him. He's somehow not in excruciating pain like you are.

And just why wasn't Chishiya affected by the drug anymore?

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[justallmyfantasies]

vanish

ignorance, hatred but love

series masterlist (part two)

contains: 18+ smut (well kinda, not much happens lol)

word count: 2.9k

MINORS DONT INTERACT!

after a few weeks of deciding, you told alex yes. it wasn’t particularly a easy decision to make, not in the slightest. but the job you had now wasn’t paying enough and you wanted a change. ideally, working with someone you had chemistry with wasn’t the best of ideas but you made it work at least for some time

obviously, alex would cross your way occasionally but the thing between you guys died down. you didn’t really think much of it until you noticed the difference in conversations. it was more about work than it was normally.

normally, it’d be about anything. you could talk to alex about anything, whenever. but this time, it changed. a feeling was in the air and it wasn’t something you liked. none of you spoke about it. you didn’t think alex thought of it as anything. so again, you didn’t either.

on a particular friday, you were driving to work as usual. the drive was about half an hour from where you lived, so it wasn’t that bad. but this time the car stutters. quickly, you pulled over.

“shit, shit, shit!” you smacked the steering wheel then to rest your head on it.

your car had faults but it wasn’t anything like this. it was usually a flat battery, flat tires or something along the lines of those kind of faults. you knew nothing about cars, so there wasn’t exactly anything you could do to fix it.

you called a car service company, getting through to them 15 minutes after ringing. you sat on the sidewalk, with your head in your hands. you were gonna be late, you knew that.

about an hour later, your car got towed away. you watched it leave, leaving you abandoned on the sidewalk. forgetful you are, you forgot to ring up alex to tell him about your situation.

he told you he’d pick you up.

you were surprised by this giving the circumstances between you both lately. but you didn’t care. you were cold and looked homeless, which that wasn’t the case.

after waiting for what felt like an eternity, you finally saw a familiar car pulling up to where you stood. as the car pulled up, you noticed alex in the drivers seat, his eyes fixed on you. he seemed a bit surprised at your disheveled state.

you stepped into his car. his eyes ran over your attire - your jacket unzipped, your hair messier than usual and your expression a bit frustrated.

“jesus, you look rough.” he commented, a smile appearing on his lips.

you huffed a laugh at his comments. you knew you looked a sight, but you didn’t mind. “yeah, yeah. shut it.” you grumbled, throwing your bag onto the backseat and buckling in.

alex chuckled and put the car into drive, pulling away from the sidewalk. he kept his eyes on the road, but occasionally stole glances at you.

“so what happened? car break down or something?” he asked, curiously.

you nodded, leaning your head back on the headrest. “yep. the stupid car broke down. i had to call a service to tow it away.” you grumbled. the situation was starting to make you irritated.

alex chuckled, amused by your annoyance. “you always have the worst luck with cars, don’t you? hm?” he teased.

you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help cracking a slight smile. alex wasn’t wrong. you always seemed to have problem after problem with every car you owned.

“it’s like the universe has something against me or something. always the car.” you huffed.

alex laughed. “maybe you should give up on buying one and start walking instead. then you won’t have to deal with it breaking down every other week.” he suggested sarcastically.

you turned your head to look at him, mock glaring at his suggestion. “very funny, alex. not even an option.”

the corners of his lips curved upward in a teasing smile. he found it amusing seeing you get worked up like this.

alex chuckled at your reaction and continued to drive. the car fell into a comfortable silence. you leaned back in your seat, trying to relax a bit. but you could feel his eyes darting to you every now and then.

it was early hours into saturday. you sat in your office holding a bottle of beer with that same person who helped you off the sidewalk. sounds silly, yeah.

you sipped the beer slowly, staring at the already empty bottles on the desk. shaking you head you laughed. alex looked at you, cocking his eyebrow in confusion.

“nothing, nothing.” you mumbled as you brought the bottle to your lips. you wondered why you still were here. you should’ve been back at home, in bed and sleeping. you obviously chose different plans.

alex stared at you in a curious manner. “you’ve been quiet lately. i’m not sure if it’s me or you that’s done wrong.”

you looked up at him. his words sounding unexpected. “oh, uh. just focusing on this, i guess.” you pointed at the paperwork in front of you which the empty bottles were standing up on.

he nodded, bringing his own bottle to his lips and sipping. “ah. okay.”

your relationship with him was a bit odd, to say the least. it wasn’t exactly a friendship. you were friends, yes. but it was different. you were closer, more familiar. but it wasn’t a relationship.

your eyes lingered on alex as you took another swig of your beer, the cool liquid washing down your throat.

you took in his appearance. the way some of his brown locks fell over his face, his eyes flickering towards you every now and then. his white button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his forearms.

you snapped yourself out of your thoughts. nope. you weren’t going down that path. no way. you shifted in your seat, trying to focus on the paperwork instead.

alex noticed your subtle movement and the way you tried to focus on your work. he let out an amused breath, taking another gulp of his beer.

he watched you for a moment, trying to figure out what was going on in that head of yours.

he leaned back against the chair, his gaze fixed on you. “you know, if anyone saw us right now, it would look wrong.” he smirked, breaking the silence.

you looked up from your paperwork, raising an eyebrow at his statement. you knew what he meant. the sight of you and him sitting in his office this late at night together, both drinking beer. anyone would get the wrong idea.

you chuckled, shaking your head. “yeah, it probably would.” you agreed, setting your bottle down on the desk.

alex watched as you set down the bottle, his eyes drifting over your figure. his eyes lingered on the way your body stretched the fabric of your top.

he let out a thoughtful sigh, running a hand through his hair. “it’s almost 1am. you should head home, it’s late. you look tired.” his voice was soft, surprisingly so. the usual teasing or mock tone not present.

you looked over at him, his words catching you off guard. normally, he would tease or make a smart ass comment. him being serious and saying that was not something you expected.

a tired smile tugging at your lips. he wasn’t wrong. you felt exhausted and your eyes felt heavy. you ran a hand through your hair, letting out a sigh.

“suppose you’re right. i’ll call myself a taxi.” you mumbled, a yawn escaping from your lips as if on cue.

alex watched you, a little amused at the sight of you yawning. you looked sleepy and slightly disheveled.

he shook his head, a small smile forming on his lips. “don’t be ridiculous. i’ll drive you back home. it’s not safe at this hour anyway.” he stated firmly.

you stared at him, is this man stupid? “there’s no way i’m letting you drive me home in that state. are you for real?”

alex rolled his eyes, knowing you would protest. he knew you were stubborn sometimes. he put the beer down, pushing his chair back.

“fine. i’ll get the taxi with you, then i’ll pay for it.” he suggested.

you shook your head, knowing full well alex would not let up on this. you knew him long enough to know when he was set on something. you didn’t protest for another couple of seconds, knowing it was pointless. sighing, you agreed.

you arrived home.. with alex. it wasn’t supposed to happen. atleast you didn’t think so. his hands grabbing your hand, making you wait whilst he paid the taxi driver. letting go, you walked to your door. rummaging through your bag trying to find the keys.

once inside, you were against the wall. his fingertips digging into your hips. your lips on his within a second of entering. you dragged him up to your room.

alex pushed you against the door, pinning you between the cool surface and his firm body. his hands were gripping your hips firmly, as if he was trying to steady himself.

he pushed your jacket off your shoulders, discarding it somewhere behind him. his lips still on yours hungrily as if he couldn’t get enough.

you grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer, wanting to feel his body as close as possible. you both stumbled towards the bed, his hands starting to unbutton your top.

his fingers deftly unbuttoned your top as his lips left yours, moving down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and nips.

you fell onto the bed, your hair splayed across the pillow. he hovered over you, his eyes darkened with desire, and looked down at you.

you looked up at him, your breathing hitching as you took in the sight of him. his hair messy, shirt halfway unbuttoned, and a look in his eyes that promised to ruin you.

he captured your lips once more, his tongue slipping into your mouth, tangling with yours. his hands roamed all over you, touching and caressing every inch of skin he could reach.

he pulled back slightly, his eyes raking over your form beneath him. he looked like a man on a mission, and you were his goal.

his hands caressed your thighs, pushing your skirt up to your hips. his lips moved down from your mouth, down to your collarbone.

he left a trail of kisses down your body, from your collarbone, to the valley of your chest, until he reached the edge of your bra.

he looked up at you, his face inches away from your chest, his voice low and gravelly “can i take this off?” he asked, his hands toying with the strap of your bra.

you nodded, the words unable to form. you wanted this, you wanted him.

he moved back up to look at you, his hands sliding under your back, searching for the hooks of the bra. he pulled it off in a swift move, tossing it aside with the rest of the discarded clothing.

he took a moment to take in the sight of you, now almost completely naked under him. his eyes hungrily traced every inch of you, as if he was imprinting this image of you in his mind.

he lowered himself on you, his lips finding their way to your neck, his teeth gently biting and sucking at your skin.

suddenly, you heard this familiar sound coming from the floor. like a ringtone.

alex let out an irritated groan, the sound taking him out of the moment. he didn't move from where he was, still lying on top of you, his face buried in your neck.

"ignore it." he grumbled, his lips still against your skin.

you chuckled at the grumpy tone in his voice, his irritation at the interruption obvious. you could still hear your phone going off on the floor, the ringtone getting annoyingly louder.

you sat up making alex get up off you. he sat next to you with an unpleased facial expression. you looked at him apologetically. “just one minute to answer it.” you held up on finger to emphasise you meant it.

alex let out a huff, clearly not happy about the interruption. his eyes followed you as you got up from the bed, your body still half naked.

he leaned back against the headboard, his arms behind his head. his eyes were fixed on you as you bent down to get your phone.

you picked up your phone, glancing at the screen. one of your close friends were calling, her name flashing on the screen.

you quickly answered the call, bringing the phone to your ear. "hey sam." you said, attempting to sound normal, trying to ignore the half naked man sitting on your bed.

alex continued to watch you as you talked, his eyes roaming over your body. even though you were now talking on the phone, he couldn't help but find you extremely attractive in your current state.

“you need somewhere to stay?” you repeated. sounding a little less enthusiastic as you were when you answered. you looked over to alex who now had his head in his hands.

while he was annoyed, he couldn't help but find your attempt at staying polite amusing. you were trying to hold it together while you had a conversation on the phone, wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties.

you continued talking, trying to stay focused on the conversation. but alex wasn't making it easy for you. he was being deliberately distracting, shifting in the bed, the sheets now around his waist.

you shot him a look, silently telling him to behave himself, but he just smirked in response.

“big argument? he kicked you out?” you paused for a second, listening to your friend rant. “well.. i guess you could stay here?”

alex perked up at your words, his eyes fixed on you. he couldn't believe what he was hearing, he huffed.

you tried to focus on the conversation, but alex's gaze was burning into you, making it difficult to concentrate.

you could hear your friend on the phone, going off about her boyfriend. you tried to give her advice, but your mind wasn't fully in the conversation. your thoughts were preoccupied with the half naked man on your bed, his eyes never leaving you.

“okay, okay. get your stuff and stay here. just let me know when you’re outside.” you said before saying your goodbyes and ending the phone call.

as soon as you ended the call, alex looked at you with an amused expression. "did you just invite your friend over now?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion.

you sat back down on the bed, a sigh escaping your lips. "she needs a place to stay." you said, running a hand through your hair.

alex raised an eyebrow, "and you offered to let her crash here?"

you nodded, knowing full well what he was implying. "she's my friend. i'm not gonna just leave her out on the streets."

alex huffed again, his arms still behind his head. "and what about us then?" his voice held a hint of irritation, but also a hint of something else.

you looked at him, trying to ignore the fact that he was half naked and looked so damn good right now. "we'll.. have to pause it. for now." you replied, knowing there was no other option.

alex let out a groan. "you have terrible timing." he said, his eyes still roaming over your body.

you stood up, putting your blouse and skirt back on. “look, i’m sorry. i didn’t realise this’d happen.”

alex watched you as you got dressed, his eyes tracing every movement you made. he let out a frustrated sigh, clearly not happy with the situation.

"it's fine." he tried to brush it off but his tone said otherwise. he pushed himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed.

now with both of you back in clothes. the silence was awkward. you shuffled around the room tiding it up a little before making the bed look more like it did before you walked in. but it wasn’t like your friend was coming in here anyway.

alex leaned back on his arms, his eyes following your every movement. "i guess, i’ll leave you to it then.” he said.

you looked at him, feeling a pang of guilt. you knew he was pissed, and he had every right to be.

“don’t bother coming to work tomorrow considering you have no car.” he mumbled as he opened the bedroom door.

you watched him leave, the door closing with a thud. you let out a deep sigh, rubbing your temples. alex was mad, and you can't really blame him for that.

and now you were back to how it was before. awkwardness. the both of you seemed to get into phases where you wouldn’t talk or interact with each other for a week or so but this? this was something else. you knew he was annoyed.. what else could you have done though?

listening to his words the night before, you didn’t attend work. neither did you attend again. you had received an email from alex asking for you to collect your items in the next couple of days, to which, you did.

you walked in there but didn’t see him anywhere. maybe he was hiding, no. maybe he was busy, probably. he wasn’t one to hide. when you walked to your office, you looked at your desk. a cardboard box already there.

you just couldn’t believe the sudden change in him wanting you to work there to then not in just a few weeks all because of something stupid.

a/n: not much really happens lmao. it’s kinda a filler fic so… but i guess some angst is nice? everyone loves a bit of that. anyway, i’ll be sure to work on the next part as this one is appalling.

[thatguywrites]

His Utah

It's not that Mateo doesn't date in the workplace, it's that he's already dating his own Utah

A/N: Reader goes to Carnegie Mellon bc I wish I could + It's in Pittsburgh, but reader also doesn't appear in most of this lmao...

While you spent your days at university, laboring away in math classes and the library, Mateo was hard at work, both treating patients and gathering gossip to fuel your nightly cuddle session over tea and hot chocolate.

Being a nurse definitely had it's perks in that area, and Perlah and Princess were more willing to share their coveted info with a fellow nurse rather than a doctor, and knowing it was for his 'cute aesthetic college boyfriend' made them even more willing.

The moment he got to work that fateful day, he knew it would be good for gossip, with the new interns coming in, and Dr. Robby's mood clearly being on it's last thread. It going to be a big day.

What he didn't expect, was Dr. Javadi. He'd become used to everyone knowing about his relationship, and that he was gay. It was hard to hide his sudden improvemnt in mood the previous year, particularly when your coworkers are the nosiest people on Earth. He didn't wear it across his chest, you never knew who you would come across after all, but he did feel it was rather obvious.

So when in the middle of treating Earl, Javadi began stumbling her way through asking him out, he was a bit caught off guard.

"I was just wondering what nurses do after their shifts"

Mateo frowned, he really didn't know. He always just went back home to you. "In terms of what?"

"You know, do they ever, like, go out together... like, hang out to decompress after a shift or anything?"

"Yeah, sometimes" He never went, but the others seemed to be fans "I mean most of us are just happy to get the hell out of here. Personally, I'm all about a long, long, hot shower," preferably with you, but that wasn't for Earl's ears, "comfy sweats, eating some takeout infront of the TV, ideally watching something that makes me laugh"

Maybe he was being a bit mean, but he had a whole nightly routine with you, cuddling on the couch, gossiping, snacking. It really was what got him through shifts sometimes. Telling that to someone who clearly liked him? Maybe a bit harsh.

"Yeah, I can see that." Victoria seemed to move on, but her mouth didn't seem to cooperate. "I'm not imagining it in my mind, of course. I just mean that I can- I can see the appeal. I was just asking because, you know, since we work together maybe we could grab a coffee together sometime, and you could help me, get the lay of the land, so to speak?"

By now Mateo just found her kinda funny, he was confident in his looks, and had you to back him up if needed, and she was just a sweet intern stumbling her way through her first day, he kinda felt bad that he was taken. Maybe some other nurse would sweep her off her feet.

In the middle of his sandwich, Earl interrupted his thoughts "You, asking him out?"

As Victoria quickly denied his claims, Mateo couldn't help but chuckle. This was one hell of a first day for her indeed between passing out and a failed attempt at asking him out, and he knew he should cut her off before she embarrassed herself further.

"It's just that I'm- I'm new here, and so I thought-"

"I don't date people in the work place, it's nothing personal. It's just never a good idea." Not technically false. He'd met you at a Café where he returned every Saturday morning just to catch you studying, and to pine from afar. Before one day you approached him for being a creep, but he somehow managed to charm you into having coffee with him instead.

As Victoria continued to stutter along, he couldn't help but smile at the thought of you. Once Dr. McKay whisks her away, Earl turns to him, smirk on his face, "You got someone at home, don't you"

"And what if I do?"

He chucked, "Well then you ought to go get me a sandwich for having to sit through that terrible interaction"

"Alright Earl, egg salad?" He quips, walking backwards out the room, as Earl grumbles about how he should know better by now. He certainly does.

That night in the park, you were again brought up, certainly to Javadi's chagrin.

"So, Diaz, how's Y/N doing at Carnige?"

One little question tossed out by Princess was all it took for a huge smile to break out on his face, as small blush rising, as the group began to tease as they did every time, only Javadi looking lost.

"Y/N?"

"Uh, yeah. He's kinda, kinda my own Utah, you could say." Victoria's jaw dropped, and her cheeks flushed instantly as she curses out Dana under her breath. "No worries, no worries. He's doing good, but speaking of him, I do have to get home, it's movie night"

"Tell him I say hi!" Princess calls out

"As always" He responds as he walks away to your shared apartment.

As he opened the door, he finds you relaxing on the couch, browsing the Netflix catalog as you slowly snacked on room temperature popcorn. He can't help but take a moment to admire you're relaxed state, not put together, not working on school, just looking for movies. Once he begins to shed his work gear, you snap out of your trance, a smile breaking out onto your face as you come up to him and great him after his long day.

"Hey baby, long day?" He wraps you in his arms, nodding into your neck, too tired to speak "Alright baby, shower first, then do you have any gossip for me?"

As you pull away he has a huge grin across his face "Goodness baby, you wouldn't believe all that's happened today, Utah"

"Utah?"

"After our shower, baby"

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[spotofmummery]

Greetings, My Friends!

Today is the 7th year anniversary of Spot of Mummery!

It was 7 years ago when I officially launched this RP Tumblr for Amon and friends. Back then, I’d spun it up as a place to post the very first chapters for the Spot of Mummery story, which I was writing for a Camp NaNoWriMo that year.

You may or may not know this, but a year earlier, I’d attempted to create a story/RP blog on this very account for Amon… and it did not take off at all. Maybe it just wasn’t the time and place for FFXIV RP blogs on Tumblr, or maybe the type of content I was trying to post just wasn’t that interesting (I had a lot to learn).

Either way, it took me another year before I came back to Tumblr, though I almost didn’t choose Amon as my RP character. I did try RP and stories with other characters, but that also didn’t grip me. In fact, when I was sorting through my alts to decide on my newest RP attempt, I almost deleted Amon!

You read that right! I thought to myself: “Never going to do anything with this alt. Was a dumb idea. Should just free up a character slot. He’s on a different Data Center from my main, anyhow.”

What stopped me?

Well, when I looked closer at his character, his face struck me as quite charming. Too cute to delete, I decided. So, I kept him instead -- figured out what I wanted to do with his story, rolled him some friends as a support cast, and began writing.

I had no idea that 7 years later, I’d still be here doing weird Allagan things.

Thank you so much to all of my friends, moots, and folks who interact here and on other socials over the years! It has brought me much joy and inspiration, and I hope I've been able to do that in some little way for you in return!

I appreciate you all! ♫♩♪♫

[mikalilys]

Something I’ve seen a lot recently, is people saying “why is that so popular, when this exists?”

And it makes me so annoyed.

The marauders fandom is like a mansion, it’s really fucking big, and that means you can go into whatever room you like. If you like jily, you can find a room where people are talking about jily!! I guarantee you that you’ll be much happier there, than if you were sitting outside the jegulus room and complaining about the amount of people in there.

There will also always be some people that sit outside the jily room and say that they think jegulus is better. You know what you can do? You can shut the door. You can block them.

(The metaphor means stay in the space where people enjoy what you want to hear about and block the people you don’t want to hear from, if you didn’t catch that.)

Fandom is a creative space, people are always going to be creating what they enjoy. Just because there aren’t that many people creating what you like, doesn’t mean you should diss what others are creating. Also no one’s going to want to create something about that if all you’re doing is complaining. Fandom is built off of ideas, people post headcanons or ideas they have and it inspires others to create something. If you want something, and it’s not there, then you’re going to have to give a little yourself. Stop posting about the fact that there isn’t that thing, and start posting about the thing!!!!

The addition or popularity of something, does not mean the subtraction of another thing. There’s no limit to fandom, there’s no limit to what you can create, so for the love of the marauders please stop acting like there is.

Feminine Sirius doesn’t mean all the content about masculine Sirius goes away, it still exists!!! You can still create about it, without mentioning the fact that you hate feminine Sirius, because all hating is doing, is making you look like you hate femininity. You don’t have to like something, you don’t even need a reason to dislike it, and you definitely don’t need to hate the opposite thing, to like something.

It’s fandom, it all comes down to what you enjoy interacting with. You don’t need a reason to find something fun, you don’t need a reason to ship anything, other than the fact you enjoy it. No one’s forcing you to interact with something or have an opinion on certain things. Just do what you enjoy. Please. Unless you enjoy hating, then make some hater friends and hate in private. Or get a diary.

Some people say “hitting post was unnecessary ☹️” in the comments of angsty tiktoks, but I fucking mean it. I mean it when I see a TikTok made literally just to hate. I mean it!!! Please think before you post. Please think about your tags. Please think about who might see it. Yes, fandom is freedom, yes, you can post what you want. But fandom is also a community, and being a community means being considerate to others feelings. You learn this in nursery!!! Come on guys!!! You don’t have to be friends with everyone, you don’t need to agree with everyone, there’s a block button for a reason, use it!!!

I don’t want to search up a fanfic, and see a video going “I didn’t finish this” because I did. That’s why I’m searching up content about it. Because I enjoyed it. And I don’t give a shit that you didn’t. I actually couldn’t care less that you thought it was boring, or you hated it. Because guess what?? I didn’t!! The algorithm can’t differentiate between hate and appreciation. You don’t need to post something publicly, and you definitely don’t need to name drop the fic. I don’t finish a bunch of fics and you don’t see me shouting from the rooftops about it. And the fucking audacity some people have using the fucking fics tag????

…uhhh anyway!! I got a little mad!! And off topic in that last paragraph and I should really be posting this on TikTok since that’s the actual problem. But no one on TikTok likes to read 😞 and I don’t like to talk. I also debated deleting my entire TikTok account like 3 minutes ago, but I would miss the edits. 😖😖

Okay it’s the next day and I’ve already opened 3 different comment sections to see fem sirius hate so im posting this

[sonknuxadow]

perhaps i need to stop swinging bats at hornets nests by saying i dislike popular sonic fandom things but it has to be said. the idea of knuckles and rouge dating doesnt make any sense to me

[notebooks-and-laptops]

If u ever feel bad about yourself know that today at work I got so invested in a debate we were having surrounding whether social media was a good or a bad thing, that I loudly exclaimed "there's no library writing group that wants to read about my two favourite fictional guys kissing" and then had to exist while everyone stared at me like I'd grown two heads

[stlilies]

Sumerus best 24/7 babysitting/daycare service on the go - Bestowed by Alice herself

look man if you're gonna be associated with the hexenzirkel even SLIGHTLY you're gonna babysit klee at some point.

[asgardian--angels]

things I wish I could relive for the first time again:

that magical window where you finish a new piece of media, having watched/read it all by yourself with no fandom contact whatsoever, and you are just so happy about it, and full of interesting theories and takeaways, and just in love with it as a gorgeous piece of art.

because I swear to god as soon as you join the fandom for anything, you're bombarded with how you're supposed to view characters and their arcs, how you're supposed to morally and ethically judge the plot and the ways it apparently failed to present the right message, and if you don't you'll either be shunned for not sharing the popular headcanons or you'll be harassed for not criticizing the source material enough.

like how is it that the fans of a piece of media are also the ones being the most negative about it? If I like a show or a movie or a book, well, I liked it. That's kind of the point. I'm actually not here to tear it apart and talk about how it didn't live up to standards other people had! I enjoyed it for what it was, and forcing myself to find negative things to say about it doesn't actually bring me more enjoyment of it or reap any benefit to me. Fandom's a double-edged sword; you want to join a community to share your love for a piece of art, and the price you pay for a modicum of joy is a mountain of negativity. that's one main reason that I never engage with fandom until I'm completely done with a show, because if I was plugged into all of that commentary and discourse during the process, I'd be completely colored by how I'm expected to interpret everything this piece of art is presenting to me without being able to even form my own opinions.