#and why should I be always the one to blame?

[earlgreytea68]

I get that doing fic for free comes from a place of privilege that I have a job that makes me enough money to live on. I TOTALLY get that. What I want people to consider is that that's how jobs SHOULD be and there's a problem with the world generally that we all can't get that. And it's a bigger problem with the world that capitalism wants to reach its greasy tentacles into every moment of our lives (I was going to say every waking moment but I bet they'd find a way to sell ad space in our dreams if they could). Anyway I say it constantly but PLEASE WRITE FANFICTION BECAUSE IT'S FUN AND YOU ENJOY IT AND YOU LIKE IT.

I have been a published author. In fact I'm always supposed to be publishing more lol and I'm SO BAD at it because once I *have* to do it it becomes more like work and I don't want it to be work! I want to have fun! It's okay to have fun!!!!!! I remember when I published my very first novel and I was trying to make friends with the other novelists (allll of my best friends come from fandom, I thought of course these people would want to make friends!!) and I suggested we write Advent drabbles in December like I have been doing for fics forever, and their response was, "Why? Do you have data on how that spurs sales?" I was like, .....no, we would do it because it's fun?????? And then I was like, maybe publishing isn't for me lol

ANYWAY fandom has already become so much more commercialized than it used to be. I blame social media influencer culture with the way it's made everyone thinks everything you do with your time needs to be a side hustle that makes you money. In the old days nobody took a commission for fic. If someone wanted a particular fic, you wrote it and you gifted it to them. Wow, that makes me sound impossibly old but I promise you, kids, that's what we did. A lot. Really often. We'd be like "give me some prompts!" And then we'd fill the ones that inspired us. That was a very usual thing to do.

So I know we old people sound pathetic when we beg you to do something in your life just for fun and don't bother doing fandom if you don't enjoy it (and for God's sake stop loudly watching videos and having FaceTime conversations on your phones in public). It's okay. In twenty years I will accept your DMs on Tumblr being like, "egt, you were right, the things we do for fun to bring us joy are the most important things we will ever do in our lives." You, too, will get old like me.

[dissolved-g1rl]

kiss kiss fall in love! જ⁀➴ ♡

Bokuto really doesn’t understand why you get so flustered around him. Whenever he compliments you, you start sputtering and tripping over yourself. Or when he invited you to his game and you looked like you were two seconds away from crying. He’s seen you talk to other guys just fine, without the frazzled expression and jerky movements, maybe Akaashi is right, maybe he should lay off or something. The thought of not talking to you makes him sad, you’re so cute, and when you’re at ease you make him laugh, he’s wooed. Bokuto finds himself thinking about you at practice, when he works out, or when he’s feeling particularly alone on certain nights…. It’s often you’re wreaking havoc in his already hyper brain.

“Hey! Thanks for coming, I always play better with you around you know.” Bokuto rushes to you after his game, he’s dripping with sweat, his jersey sticks to his muscles, emphasizing his muscular physique. “Uh…yeah I got off work a little early so I figured it’d be okay…” You look away, handing him a small towel so that he can wipe his face at least, he has enough admirers already. “Thanks!” His fingers brush against yours, wiping his face and neck, looping the towel around his neck. “You need a ride home?” He asks, using his bottle to squirt water into his mouth, some drips out to his chin into his goatee, he wipes it away. “Um..you’re probably tired after all that…I can just call a cab or something.” You don’t think you can handle a whole car ride home with him. “Don’t be silly! It’s dark out! Plus what if your driver’s a creep? I’m fine.” He waves his hand “Okay…If it’s not too much trouble.” He smiles happily at your agreement “I’m gonna rinse off in the locker room, i’ll be quick promise!”

Bokuto has a extra pep in his step when he leaves the bleachers, his teammates give him funny looks. You watch as everyone else seems to trickle out of the gymnasium, you look at your shoes, nice high heels that don’t squeeze your toes so much. The two of you had gone to high school together, you didn’t think he’d noticed you, but then all of a sudden you started getting dms from him on social media, invites to his games. It had been nice to reconnect…Bokuto has always been nice you suppose. Never shoved your books out of your hands, never asked you on fake dates, never dumped water on you or stomped on your glasses. But he’s still a jock, you don’t know his intentions, you tell yourself that it’s better to exercise caution.

All those careful thoughts shoot our your brain like a stray breeze does to a stack of papers when he waltzes out wearing sweatpants and a dark compression shirt. Duffle bag slug over his shoulder, his hair is flat from his rinse. “Ready?” Bokuto smiles at you sweetly, spinning his car keys on his pointer finger, you nod, mindlessly following him to the lot. “Congrats on the win by the way..you played really well!” Your heels thud against the asphalt, he likes the steady click-clack. “Thanks.” Bokuto says puffing his chest out with pride, he’s really is like a bird, he preens with praise.

You follow him out to his car, a terrible decision most women come to regret. You’re being stupid and you know it, following a guy to his car just cause he has a nice back and big biceps, if you end up on the news you figure no one would blame you too harshly. You bet he’d even have a nice mugshot. You’re panicking again, often times too in your own head. Everyone says so, when you get that far off look and fidget with your fingers. Your brought back to reality when he gets his passenger side door for you, right, he’s a nice guy, maybe you should look into medication. “Thanks.” You say sheepish for reasons he doesn’t understand, “No problem!” He chirps anyways, he’s remembers seeing you eating alone with a distant expression back in high school, seems like it’s still prevalent even after all these years. He still finds it terribly endearing.

Bokuto lets you pick the music for the ride home, he doesn’t know if you realize you hum, he doesn’t tell you in fear of you stopping. “You have a nice place.” He hums appreciatively when he pulls up outside your home, “Thanks…my agency comps me with it.” You murmur, nervously fiddling with your fingers in his lap. “Wow! You must really be a big shot, like in that Christian Bale movie, ever seen it?” he puts his car in park, giving you his full attention, you are the complete opposite, instead of preening, you wilt. “Umm yeah, maybe a few years ago, it was nice.” You say with a sheepish laugh, butterflies erupt in his stomach. Has it really been that long that your awkwardness, of all things, is what gets him going these days? Probably. “Can I walk you to your door?” He blurts out, his cheeks reddish, it must be the light, no way someone like you could get Bokuto flustered…right… “Um sure!” You say just as graceless.

He’s coming around the car to your door, you push it open when he pulls, causing him to stumble, he regains his balance quickly. You both delve into apologies and then laugh. He offers you his hand, hoping he doesn’t see you wipe your sweaty palm dry, you accept. He steadies you so you don’t trip, it feels terribly romantic. “So ummm—hah i’m usually not so nervous.” He murmurs when you reach your welcome mat. “You think..I could take you out sometime? I always really liked you, I promised myself if I won tonight I wouldn’t wuss out on asking you.” He says in one big breath, hand squeezing yours, he’s looking at you with wide golden eyes and and mouth slightly parted. You feel shocked, he likes you? No way… You glance around, expecting someone to pop out of your bushes and take a picture at your stupid expression. “Uhh..are you expecting someone?” Bokuto looks where you are, getting confused. “What? Oh no! I mean Yes! I mean…no im not expecting anyone…yes to um..going out.” He smiles brightly at you, “Great!, I’ll pick you up! Akaashi told me about this really great restaurant i’ve been meaning to try.” He sounds relieved and you duck your chin to avoid his eagerness. “That sounds nice…” You murmur lightly digging your heel into the concrete, you look up and smile at him from underneath your eyelashes. Bokuto feels like all the air is sucked out of his body, he feels like a worm, he doesn’t deserve someones as gorgeous as you. Worst of all he doesn’t even think you realize it. How hot you set his skin, or how nervous you make him feel. “Good…” He was silent for too long, he forgot to speak and it earns him a small laugh.

“Umm Bokuto…” Your voice makes him hum in acknowledgement, he’s shocked when he feels you steal a kiss. A light peck on his mouth that goes as fast as it comes. “Goodnight!” You squeak, hurriedly heading inside, the door slams on his face before he can question what the hell just happened. He heads off with a dopey expression, heart beating out of his chest. God what a good night, he’s got a date with you, won his game, and he got a kiss. God, he thinks he’s in love.

dividers by @hyuneskkami

a/n: surgery went well! (thank you for the kind comments) im in recovery and felt good enough to write (i got bored hahah) so working on some requests later today! but for now enjoy cool guy athlete bokuto x ex classmate reader

[hinge]

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[hewinked]

you ever have fandom drama go down with literally all the big blogs for one fandom that you love so much, and then all the blogs you follow just start throwing tomato's at each other?

yeah thats pretty much me with the danny phantom x dc crossover tag argument thing rn

also im of the opinion that, this is kinda always how crossovers worked? you tag it with both fandoms it includes? and the tag thing is not that bad? or atleast ive had not that much trouble finding only solely danny phantom content

and i mean, danny phantom is an old fandom objectively, the only new content being some comic books which alot of people didnt read because they didnt wanna or couldnt spend money on it

it makes sense that even alot of old fans would get into dp x dc, and that because dc is such a big and active fandom in comparison, that a lot of dc fans would get into the crossovers, and become new danny phantom fans via the crossovers

but ik alot of people are arguing that they shouldnt be, because they think that dc fans have never even seen danny phantom because of small details they get wrong or mix up, which is like a whole nother "if youre in this fandom you have to know everything about the media or youre not a real fan" shaped problem that I dont care for at all

the truth is most of them probably are just going off of what they remember from their childhoods because ALOT of people watched danny phantom as a kid, and just havent had time to rewatch it fully, so yeah, theyre gonna not remember some things and have to fill in the blanks themselves or go off of what other fans say

and as far as im aware anyways, this isnt really just a dc and dp thing? Im in the miraculous ladybug fandom and fic wise alot of it is now danny phantom or dc crossovers, but ive heard no complaints and given no complaints (despite not liking them myself) because thats mainly on ao3 and you can just block it

the point im going to make is actually, that alot of the fandom on tumblr is reliant on ao3 in the first place, and like on ao3 this definitely isnt a problem, because you can block a tag easily and most people on ao3 know better then to not tag something that they have in a fic

thing is? people are used to that. it is considered heavily heavily impolite on ao3 to not tag a fandom or thing you have in the fic.

and most tumblr users are or started as ao3 users. its pretty much the same etiquette on here.

but somehow when you go on tumblr with specifically danny phantom fans? somehow people are offended by it?

thing is, same as on ao3, on tumblr you can block a tag and filter.

but lets say you are blocking that and still seeing dc crossover stuff like so many people are complaing

then isnt the problem logically that alot of these people just arent tagging the dc stuff properly then? because i imagine thats what you should be trying to block so.... why be mad that theyre tagging danny phantom when thats one of the correct tags to be using? so that anyone who wants to see crossovers plus regular content can?

like im just saying thats the logic i follow

and thats not me tryna say go and blame em for that either, im just saying youre kinda angry about something that its okay to be mad about, but you have put yourself in the wrong because your mad about the wrong thing anyways.

also even if youre mad about it, maybe stop bullying and critizing literally anyone who's writing dc and dp? like encouraging people to write what they like is the name of the game, you guys know that right?

you know you can just nicely comment without being passive aggressive or rude, and tell them that they should tag their posts a little better? and not take your anger out on them because they personally obviously dont sway the whole fandom by themselves? do you know that?

you also dont have to make big ol rant posts about how much you hate dp x dc writers for writing a crossover, that will hurt those writers feelings, and that you know will make all your followers mad at all those innocent writers also, right? you know that you don't have to and shouldn't be making posts like that right?

[lettiegrief]

The XianLe civil war was not a revolution, it was the revenge of two people + the negligence of an incompetent guoshi.

Jun Wu used XianLe's superstitions to orchestrate his revenge. Did the ceremonial procession only go around three times? So the kingdom will fall in three years. Would Hong-er falling and Xie Lian's face being revealed while saving him bring bad luck? Because he had indeed brought it about, saving the child was the beginning of all misfortune. Jun Wu wanted to prove that a person like Xie Lian, who had a life like he once had, could have the same attitudes he had when his kingdom fell. He wanted revenge.

Then came Lang Ying, whose family had already died due to the drought. Xie Lian tried to help him by giving him a pearl, but Lang Ying never used the pearl for anything because he didn't want help, he wanted revenge. So much so that when Xie Lian was going back and forth trying to stop the war and bring rain to YongAn, after Lang Ying unleashed the human face plague on the capital of XianLe he asked Xie Lian “why did it stop raining in YongAn?” Lang Ying knew very well why, he knew very well the cause, and he even asked why because he wanted to destabilize Xie Lian, he wanted to see him be defeated along with the capital (which, for the people of YongAn, rightly, was the side that Xie Lian chose to fight in the war). I know that Xie Lian didn't actually take sides, but that was the impression he gave, so much so that the people of the capital celebrated, thinking that they were the people chosen by god.

Let’s go back years ago and talk about Xie Lian choosing to get a second glass of water. Two men were dying of thirst and Xie Lian was the only one who had only one glass of water, where would he get the second glass from? This was what made Mei Nianqing so distressed. For Xie Lian to find this third way, he would have to sacrifice himself, he would have to get water from somewhere even if he wasn't the god of water or rain. And wasn't that what happened in the most literal way possible? And later, wasn’t Xie Lian used by the people of XianLe to cure them of the human face disease? Time and time again, Xie Lian was the third way himself. For Hua Cheng, Xie Lian was his third path as well. Either Hua Cheng would live as a cursed being, or he would die in the war, but because he fell in love with and faithfully followed Xie Lian, he lived for Xie Lian upon hearing the third path he could have if he were his devotee.

And as for the drought in YongAn, it wasn’t just there, it was in the entire XianLe. When Xie Lian saw the XianLe water reservoir, where it still rained from time to time, he realized that the water had decreased considerably. But the people of the capital were so focused on expelling the people of YongAn as if these were criminals instead of a people who had always been a part of XianLe that they failed to realize that they were also victims of the same evil that had brought YongAn into being.

As for Xie Lian, he really shouldn't have revealed himself in this conflict, but being someone ignorant who wasn't taught the way he should have been, he believed it to be a simple conflict that a god like him could easily resolve. Meanwhile, Mei Nianqing only accused Xie Lian over and over again for his actions, blaming him for the bad luck that struck XianLe out of pure superstition without being able to connect the pieces, even holding him responsible for creating the calamity that happened. If Xie Lian hadn't done anything, everything would still have happened, but Jun Wu knew him well enough to know how to use his weaknesses and beliefs against him. Mei Nianqing didn't, he just tried to mold Xie Lian into what he wasn't, just like Jun Wu also tried to do, instead of working together with him and teaching him from the beginning other ways to avoid this whole disaster because it was easier, it was easier to believe in superstitions and "it's what fate has in store" instead of trying to do something useful knowing that Xie Lian wouldn't accept it.

Xie Lian had his life manipulated by the actions of people who only wanted revenge and the people of XianLe, both the capital and YongAn, were pawns in this dirty game of a celestial emperor who even used someone's mourning to intensify his desires for revenge, because Jun Wu had nothing else to do with his life other than bother with a teenager who was too good vibes for his taste.

Lang Ying didn't want to make a revolution, he wasn't after justice, he wasn't fighting for the rights of YongAn, he rejected and despised all the help Xie Lian gave and offered to reverse the drought, he only wanted revenge for his family who died. That was why he launched the plague, because his priority was to destroy XianLe and kill the people of the capital that he hated. So much so that after the war was won by YongAn, Lang Ying died, because his goal had already been accomplished.

Jun Wu might not have been able to get Xie Lian to be his replacement, but Lang Ying had done everything he wanted Xie Lian to do.

And since Mei Nianqing was so fond of talking about bad luck, it was a good thing Mu Qing didn't need him to ascend. By the time Mu Qing ascended, Mei Nianqing had already disappeared. This guoshi had two students who ascended, both princes, and he managed to be incompetent with both of them. I think the real unlucky one in TGCF is Mei Nianqing.

By the end of this story, everyone was used for Jun Wu's plans. The capital's prejudice, the YongAn revolt, and the grief of someone who lost his family to a drought that he intensified, in addition to the fuse of the war being created by him.

[hard-core-super-star]

cards on the table [L.Calderu]

pairing: lilia calderu x vampire!reader

summary: the morning after, you can't bring yourself to leave lilia again. instead, you let the desire you still feel for her take over.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT -> morning sex; mommy kink galore [because it's lilia, duh]; SO much biting [because vampires duh]; desperate switch!lilia is SO important to me; grinding; making out; unholy uses of magic; fingering; praise kink go brrr; lilia's boobs deserve their own warning fr; plot and feelings randomly thrown in because i can't write porn without it; so much banter

wordcount: 2.6k

a/n: HELLO! this part took longer than i planned but i'm really happy with how it turned out. i couldn't write vampire!reader without throwing some smut in before more plot 😌i'm having a lot of fun writing for lilia so i hope i've delivered. as always, my inbox is open and i hope you enjoy <3

part one |

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When your eyes open, the first thing you see is the way the sunlight bounces off the ceiling. Unlike what most vampire myths said, you weren't afraid of the sun. At least not any more than a mortal with secrets made far too vulnerable by the light.

The second thing you notice once your eyes focus and your mind starts clearing is the comfortable weight settled on top of you. Reality's quick to crash into you after that.

For some reason, you had expected Lilia to be up and about by the time morning came. Even though she had made fun of you for wanting to run away, she was the same way. Actually, she tended to be worse. But of course, she would never admit it, preferring instead to throw the blame on you.

Seeing her like this, though, soft and vulnerable, reminds you why you hated leaving her in the first place. While you knew it had to be done, it didn't change how awful you felt about it. How lonely the years that have passed have been.

"How are you already so tense?" Her words break the silence and draw a sigh out of you. It really isn't fair how easy she can read you, even now.

"I'm just not used to waking up under a beautiful woman," you reply, the corners of your mouth tugging up into a lazy smile.

"I find that very hard to believe, sweetheart."

You suppress the urge to laugh and instead give in to the easy atmosphere. "Ouch, are you calling me a whore, Madame Calderu?"

The eyeroll you earn yourself is more worth it. "I'm calling you charming, my dear."

"Oh, my mistake."

She laughs, the sound rich and soft and capable of turning all your thoughts to mush in a second. "I've missed this."

You know what she means, but you don't allow yourself to linger on her words too much. A part of you feels undeserving. It wasn't like you didn't have good reason for leaving and yet…the guilt threatens to swallow you whole.

"Insulting me?" You ask as your fingers draw random patterns on her back. The fabric of her robe is thin enough for you to feel the warmth of her skin beneath it.

With a soft sigh, she lifts herself enough so she can stare down at you. The wrinkles in the corners of her eyes are as soft as her smile. "Laughing with you."

It's impossible to ignore the truth in her tone. "Yeah, I guess that's nice too."

"You guess?" She responds, attempting to sound offended. It doesn't work very well, though, since she's still grinning too hard. "You're a hard woman to please, my darling."

It's impossible to stop yourself from laughing at that. "You of all people should know that's not true."

Instead of instantly replying, she allows her eyes to drift down your face, lingering on your lips. You're not sure if she knows exactly what she's doing, but you do know you can't stop yourself from craving more.

And you can't even be mad at yourself for it.

You never even tried to lie about your feelings for her. Even after the visions, the prophecy, the knowledge that she'll be your undoing, you still love her. You've always loved her. How can you fight against that part of your fate?

One of your hands comes up, fingers slowly grazing against the side of her neck. The only thing left of your bite is the memory and yet she still shivers. Still leans into your touch.

"y/n," she whispers, her eyes fluttering closed for a few seconds. "You have no idea what you're doing to me."

"I find that very hard to believe," you reply, your voice just as soft as hers.

She lets out a soft huff of air, something halfway to a chuckle, before you steal whatever teasing words were on the tip of her tongue away with a kiss.

Despite how strong your longing for her has been, you still surprise yourself. You almost assumed you'd walk out of her life again without doing exactly what you'd been thinking about since you left.

Clearly, you're a fool in more than one way.

Your fingers move back to tangle in her hair and even though you try to keep yourself in check, you can't. You want more. Need her in ways that scare you and excite you at the same time.

Lilia pulls away from the kiss, her heaving breaths fanning across your lips. "I missed this too."

"I missed you," you admit, your face warming up exponentially.

It's dangerous to say it out loud, but there's no use in hiding. Not when her eyes can see everything you don't say. Everything you feel without meaning to.

"Yeah?" Her head tilts to the side, wide pupils scanning your face. "Show me."

You grin, sharp teeth poking out from under your top lip. "Gladly."

Your hands travel down her body in an instant and your fingers grasp the fabric of her robe. A laugh escapes her as you hurry to slip the garment off of her, shifting around until your lips can meet the exposed skin of her shoulders.

"Impatient as always, little one?" She questions, using her words to distract you from the way she's moving above you. It's subtle, but you can't ignore the feeling of her heat pressing against your thigh.

"Only when it comes to you."

You let your fangs graze her skin, dragging along her shoulder blade until she's shivering above you. The urge to bite her is far stronger than it should have been considering how much you'd drank the night before. Then again, your thirst for her has always been stronger than anything else. Including your common sense.

"Such a flatter," she mutters.

Her hands move to her robe, helping you get the rest of it off, while your attention is captivated by her warm skin. You sink your teeth into her shoulder, not hard enough to actually draw blood, but enough to feel the connection that thrums beneath your veins.

"And so eager too," Lilia hums.

There's no way you can deny her claim. Especially with the way your hands start exploring the newly revealed contours of her body. Your fingers trace the lines of her muscles, mapping out the freckles you can't see but know are there.

As much as it pains you, you remove your fangs from her without drawing any blood, focusing on her hunger instead of your own. "I'm not the only one, I think you're soaking my pants."

"Oh, very funny." Her voice lacks humor but her eyes dance with a mischief she was sure she'd lost years ago. "Maybe if you weren't so preoccupied with biting me, I wouldn't have to be doing all the work by myself."

"All the work- oh-"

Your question is answered by the way she shifts her hips, slowly grinding against your leg. One hand lands on her hip to steady her as she sits up slightly to get better friction. You move with her, rising into a slightly uncomfortable position just to latch your mouth onto her chest.

"There you go," she coos. "You remember what mama likes?"

You don't think you could forget if you tried.

Your lips wrap around one of her nipples, feeling it harden under your tongue. Her back arches into your touch and you can't stop yourself from letting your teeth graze her sensitive skin.

The noise she makes in response is more than enough of a reward, but then her hand tangles in your hair and pulls you closer. "Fuck, darling. You're so good for me."

Her whimpered praise sends sparks of electricity up your spine. Not even your own pleasure can distract you from your mission, though.

One hand stays on her hip, slowly guiding her movements when her hips stutter, and the other one comes up to toy with her other breast, lavishing both of her nipples with the attention you know she needs. If your mouth wasn't so busy, you would have teased her for how frantic her movements against you are.

And she was making fun of you for being eager.

"y/n," she whispers, her voice shaking almost as much as her thighs.

All you do is hum, biting down on her nipple just enough to hear her gasp. Her movements speed up and you double your efforts, flexing your thigh and pushing up into her as much as you can.

It makes you a little dizzy due to the proximity but you force your eyes to travel upward until you can take in the curve of her neck and her parted lips. The puffs of air she lets out sound more like whines than anything and you let them wash over you like a wave.

You wait until she starts muttering curses beneath her breath to move again. Your hand leaves her breast and glides down the front of her body, easily slipping under the waistband of her ruined underwear.

You detach yourself from her nipple only to trail kisses up the valley of her breasts. "Cum for me, mama, I know you need it."

Your fingers press against her swollen clit and you watch as her whole body shudders in response. It's the most beautiful sight you've seen in years.

You work her through her orgasm, feeling as she soaks your fingers and her underwear all in one go. It's sinful and delightful all at the same time.

When she slumps forward, worn and overly sensitive, you instantly wrap your arms around her waist and lie back against the couch once more. For a moment, it's like no time has passed at all. Like you managed to cheat both time and space just to be with each other.

As silly as it might be, you allow yourself the fantasy.

Your lips press against her temple as the two of you lay there, her head on your shoulder and her nose nuzzling your jaw. As hard as it is, you don't move. You don't dare break the moment.

Because you know once you do, you won't get to have her like this again.

The runes may be strong and the wards may pulse with life every time you make her heart skip a beat, but you're being hunted. And every second you spend with her only puts her in more danger.

You know that.

But then she's shifting again and her lips find yours and it's hard to think about anything else except her.

When she pulls away, you're both breathless, gripping onto each other like you're afraid you'll disappear. The helplessness that simmers beneath the surface is hidden well under desire and desperation, but you can still feel it. Thrumming to life after every kiss.

"You were so good for me, angel," she murmurs, almost like she doesn't want to risk breaking the moment by being too loud. "Let me make you feel good."

"Yes please," you reply as your arms wrap around her neck to keep her close.

To your surprise, she makes no move to make fun of you for how clingy you are and instead her arms move down your arms, caressing your skin like she's commiting every touch to memory. You don't doubt she is.

Once she reaches your shirt, she simply smirks down at you and with a flick of her wrists, your clothes dissapear. "Cute trick."

Lilia just raises an eyebrow at you, hovering over you with a borderline dangerous glint in her eyes. "Trick? Are you insulting my magic, little one?"

"Oh, I would never dare," you tease.

Of course, she doesn't believe you, and you honestly don't blame her.

"You just can't stop yourself from being a brat, can you?" Her question is completely rhetorical, especially considering her next idea.

She hovers above you, watching your face closely as one of her hands trails down your body to the heat eminating from between your legs. Her fingers part your folds, revealing your clit to her before she murmurs something ancient under her breath. You have no idea what she's doing…until you feel a sudden shock on your clit.

"Lilia-" you gasp, your thighs attempting to close.

She clicks her tongue in dissaproval as she lands a warning smack to your inner thigh. "Don't you dare close them, I'm just getting started."

Your cunt clenches around pure air at that and the pleasure sends another shock-like sensation through your cunt. You quickly realize you don't mind, though, as the pain morphs into unbelieable pleasure.

"Oh, fuck."

"You read my mind, baby."

You don't get anther second to react before two of her fingers are teasing your already sensitive clit, pressing down until your thighs shake and then moving down to gather your wetness on the tips.

She's absolutely playing with you and you can't find it in yourself to mind. Not when the way she toys with you feels so damn good.

"Please," you all but whimper. "More."

"Always so needy, it's adorable."

You whimper again and she finally takes pity on you, sliding those same two fingers into your wet cunt. It only takes a few thrusts and another well placed shock for you to near the edge.

"Mama- please-"

"Already?" Despite her teasing tone, she can't hide her excitment. "You wanna cum for me, sweet girl?"

You desperately nod, your hips bucking up into her without meaning to as you chase your incoming orgasm. "Yes, need it, please."

"I've missed hearing you beg like that. Go ahead, baby, don't hold back."

She doesn't have to tell you twice.

Your body instantly reacts to her, clenching uncontrollably around her fingers while her thumb plays with your clit. You cry out as your orgasm crashes into you and you're left whining and shaking underneath her.

She leans down to pepper kisses across your face, her tongue darting out to lap up the few tears that escape the corners of your eyes. "Always so sweet for me."

All you can manage are a few incoherent mumbles and she chuckles as she removes her fingers from between your legs. Another incantation is mumbled and the ache on your clit subsides.

"Better?" She asks, shifting around once more so she's on her side, arms bringing you closer to her.

You nod and mirror her, tucking your head beneath her chin and wrapping yourself around her warmth. "Did you melt my brain so I wouldn't leave?"

"Not on purpose," she replies with a laugh. "Does that mean you'll stay?"

You allow the question to hang in the air for a few seconds. There's nothing you want more than to stay. Not only are you technically still injured, you'll have to drink from her again soon or risk growing weak once more.

You know the risks, the ones that go beyond simply being a vampire in love with a witch. Between the Guild, your family, and the prophecy that looms over both of your heads…staying with her will do nothing besides bring you more pain.

And yet, the answer forms before you can stop it.

"Yes. But only because I'm still hungry."

Lilia knows you're lying, but she doesn't call you out on it. Instead, she simply holds you closer, her fingers tracing the area where you'd been stabbed by the Guild's hunter. "Just give me a few minutes, then we can get up."

You know she's lying too, but all you do is smile and burrow into her chest.

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taglist: @p00ki3-m0nst3r

[urbelugawhale]

Forever spreading defensive Jon agenda, he is defensive not because the people he loves can’t defend themselves, they can and that’s part of why he loves them, but he defends them because he isn’t going to stand anyone’s bullshit, he is going to get mad at a lot less and a lot faster. Because that’s his family and his friends and if you think you can get away with insulting them you have another thing coming at you.

This most certainly is nothing new either when Jon is young and his parents talk about someone at work giving them a hard time even if it’s months later that he ends up meeting his parents colleagues either through a work party or bring your kid to work day, he has not forgotten and he does not like them. As soon as he is introduced to the person his parents were complaining about he straight up says “I don’t like you, you are a jerk and as a grown up you should know how to behave by now.” Full on lecturing them and calling them out, this is Lois’s son people, he will most definitely call people out on their bullsh*t (not sure if I need to censor or not), the only reason Lois hasn’t yet is because Clark asked her not too.

Later when Jon becomes Damian’s friend it becomes 3x worse since Damian can come off abrasive, people who don’t really know them can talk about how Damian is a bad influence on Jon or how they think Damian is manipulating Jon and blame Damian when he has outbursts or has a hard time controlling his temper even though he’s always been like this. Those people immediately go into his shit list, he can’t and won’t tolerate any one talking unwarranted shit about Damian, nor treating him badly. He will immediately start fights (verbal, that sometimes escalate to physical) and even after will glare at them and refuse to acknowledge them.

The worst is with Damian’s family when Damian and Jon start dating. The bat family sit him down without Damian’s knowledge to give him a talking to about treating Damian right and not breaking his heart, the whole shabang, only for Jon to start reminding them of how Damian was treated when he first joined the family and even later on, turning it into a lecture of how they treated him and how to do better, finishing it off by saying “I would never hurt him like you have, and I never will, you guys on the other hand I can’t be sure of, Damian and you guys have a good relationship now but if you try any of the stunts like you did before, I won’t care that you are his family, you break his heart, I break you.” quite literally flipping the script on them.

[hinge]

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[artisticmedley]

I don't really have an answer (honestly this is something i likely give a better answer to if i had a few live convos with you) (not a request just statement of fact) (i guess really i should be suggesting you ask any trusted people that know you in-dirtspace, if at all possible)

But i just want to like. Share that once i had a friend and she said something that was a little all-or-notting, and i gave an alternate perspective, and her response was a frustrated-sounding "why do you have to argue everything all the time?" And i was quietly like ".. i don't see it as arguing" and she corrected herself, i forget the phrasing now, but basically something about being contrary or always giving a different opinion or something.

So while to me that's just... having a conversation, sharing perspectives and information, i think to her, giving a differing view / more information that wasn't entirely in line with her perspective was viewed as, well, what you've said above.

So some of it may be that you're just saying something not in full agreement with what they've said (particularly the more authoritarian ones) and they get upsetti spaghetni about it.

I also want to point out:

Does everybody see me this way, and is it only people who are already short-tempered who are willing to say it?

These are two different statements, i think. Likely the people who are short-tempered are more likely to notice some behaviour in the first place, because they are much more prone to being frustrated by harmless things that others mightn't notice or care about at all. And then due to short temper, they're more likely to snap at you about it too. But that doesn't mean everyone feels annoyed about the behaviour.

Some of it may also be a pure perception thing on their part: for whatever reason (maybe while you were still practicing conversation and not so good at it?), they may have decided you were argumentative and so to them, that is Just How You Are and so they see this all the time in you, even when it's blatantly not present. Any sort of frustration ttey experience while conversing with you (may or may not be prompted by something you did!) They blame on you being argumentative - i'm suddenly reminded of this recent article on game design / playtesting where the devs were like "people are correct about how they feel about aspects of the game, but not the cause/solution to it."

It might also be some stupid subtle annoying way of speaking / body language that they are picking up on and reacting poorly to.

Question that I suspect is autism related

I have, on more than one occasion over multiple decades, been told that I “need to have the last word” and that I “have a response for everything”.

Additionally and in a similar vein, I’ve been told that “everything is an argument with you” and I “always have to say something”.

When I was a little kid I was bad at conversations. People said stuff I had no opinion on or didn’t need follow-up and so I wouldn’t answer and they’d get bored. And eventually through trial and error I figured out that if someone said something to me, all I had to do was say something related back, and the interaction could go on as long as it needed to.

But then as a teen- and now as an adult- a number of people (mostly people I’ve found to be very delicate and particular about things in a sort of need-to-be-in-control authoritarian way) have expressed the identical observation about how I naturally try to converse, and I’m not sure what to do about it.

And the thing is, I have a sibling that talks like this too. We bicker all the time. He changes his own opinions seemingly at a whim for the purpose of being contrary, and it’s impossible to make a statement or observation out loud without him contradicting it, and even when he is demonstrably, factually wrong about something, he will dig his heels into the dirt and defend his stance to the grave.

And like. I hear myself responding, or adding on to people’s comments, but I don’t hear the ‘arguing’ they describe, or the contrarian habits of my sibling. Even when I’m paying attention and being bery careful not to follow up too much or speak too often or disagree or correct something that isn’t important, I get called out for “picking a fight”. They say something, I answer, they reply, I continue, then seemingly out of nowhere they snap. I think everything’s fine until suddenly it isn’t.

And so I guess my question is, how can you tell if you’re a contrary sort of person? How can you tell when to respond or follow up on a person’s statement and how do you know when to leave it in silence? Does everybody see me this way, and is it only people who are already short-tempered who are willing to say it?

I honestly don’t really have that much to say, and half the time I don’t even really want to talk at all, but I’ve been told countless times that I “just seem to like the sound of your own voice” and have to just be “tuned out after a while”. So if it isn’t necessary and I don’t even want to, why am I doing it?

Is there a reason I’m like this? Why is my sibling like this? How do I stop talking when there’s nothing to say, and how can I tell the difference between a conversation and an argument before the other person visibly snaps?

I’m a full grown adult

[nikikeya]

My Highly Disjointed Ramblings About Jax and Jax Theories

JAX H. LECTER So someone over on Bluesky asked why everyone was forgiving/ignoring Jax cannibalism.

And my dude: Baby boi did not actually "eat" anybody.

We saw he just gnawed, shook, and tugged on Gangle.

He did not actually tear, or shred her. He did not swallow ever. It was all just play acting. Demented? Yes. But its a VIDEO GAME. Same with when he mauled Pax. He grabbed him, and shook him like a dog with a chew toy.

The only sounds were growling and screaming. No chewing. No swallowing. And Caine most likely just poofed the poor bedraggled NPC away in the end. Most damning evidence that Jax did not Ted Bundy his alt was Pomni's reaction tho: Pomni is a kind person, who is in no way demented. And I doubt she'd have been looking at him like this:

If he was actually sitting there ripping pieces off his twin.

So no, Jax is not a cannibal. He's a demented little hell spawn from the depths of Tartarus. (And I love that.) but he did NOT actually Hannibal Lecter anyone... ===========================

JAX.EXE

(The wtf moment that started it all. I love Jax's Toon Logic.) The only reason I even still entertain the Jax is an AI/NPC/Jax is Able theories at this point, is cause it does seem odd that while Caine's becoming more violent, and Bubble is getting raunchier than ever, Jax has seemingly suddenly become much more animalistic and emotional over all.

Also, sidenote: the Japanese distributer of GLITCH products recently put out keychains on their site, and I was kinda mind boggled about Jax's.

Everyone is holding their character items (the things they're most associated with.) So: Why is Jax holding Caine's hand? His character Item should be a KEY. (Technically Caine's should be Bubble or one of his eyes but... its still less weird then Jax.) Unless this is hinting that there's a stronger connection between Caine and Jax.

==================== RIBBUN

(These Idiots...) More than the Bunnydoll fans crashout, I am openly morning the loss of Jax and Gangle's toxic bromance. Like the 2nd most emotional scene for me was Jax worrying over Gangle picking Zooble over him at the beginning of the Stargazing adventure. I SCREAMED. SO. FECKING. LOUD. In every other episode these two were practically inseparable. And now here Gangle is off with Zooble, and Jax is alone, and so he turns to the only other option he had: Pomni** (Yeah, yeah you heard me: She's his rebound. I'm not sorry: Its true.) I am very very sad that the ONLY interaction we got with the Dynamic Duo was when Zooble SET GANGLE UP for taking the blame for the whole maid dress fiasco and then LET HIM CHASE HER AROUND... (I've ranted about how much this pissed me off earlier.) I do hope that Jax and Ganagle will get some time alone eventually to clear the air, cause I hate them just: Never interacting again ya know?

(also RIP Manic Mask, I will always miss your cuteness, and the fact that you made Gangle nearly as unhinged as Jax is now. XDD) ===================

JAXY BOY

Jax is a very immature, very conflicted character. He's a boy whose trying way too hard to be a man. He puts on shows of arrogance and apathy to hide the deeper more depressed parts of himself. He is deathly allergic to real emotions. He's built up a narrative that nothing is real, and nothing he does matters. And in that way he protects himself: both from the insanity of the circus, and the other cast members.

I don't think he was talking about Ragatha here really. Think this might have been a bit of projection about someone else. Who? Ribbit? Kaufmo? Jax's own mother? He's def got Mommy Issues, hell, he's got Mommy Volumes and a complete Encyclopedia Britannica. WARNING: Theory Suppose it turns out he was talking about his mom. Maybe she was the one who told him that everyday, and then ultimately abandoned him, leaving him with a quite possibly abusive father who instilled in him the need to "Stop being such a whiny a lil bitch, and man up." after hearing the kid cry for his mom for a week straight.

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Jax masculinity is something he's obviously gotten shit for, maybe cause of being scrawny or effeminate. I do not support the idea of him being Trans in either direction. (Mostly cause he's the only guy in the whole damn circus other then grandpa and the AIs. So back off please, its enough of a titty party without claiming him too.) but also cause I'm frankly sick of the fact that when anyone acts anywhere outside the gender norms, or tries too hard to act their gender, they're instantly labeled trans or wanna be trans. Like can we please CHILL?? Jax as stated by God aka Gooseworx is definitely a boy. A boy who has a clear dislike of women. So the thought of him secretly wanting to be one. after watching him crash out and look like he was five seconds from killing someone or abstracting just from being put in a dress. Yeah no... And again, before you talk about the hip sway or leg cross: Effeminate guys exists. GAY MEN exist. he doesn't need to be Trans or closet trans to act like that. ==== I really do hope we get a backstory on him and Ribbit. Somewhere maybe on Goose's twitter, there was talk that one of the episodes would be about when they all first entered the circus and how they changed. And if that's the case then hopefully we will get a full flashback of Jaxy and Bibby. (Maybe confirm the brother theory or Bunnyhop pairing.) anywho I probably will add more to this later, but I was up all night writing this. And the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak... I'll leave you with a meme I made.

meh it was funnier in my head. Ciao~!

[sweetdreamslie]

Bloodthirst

Pairings: Vampire!Riki x Human!FemReader

Summary: “I know what it’s like to be human. I was a human before I was a vampire.” His voice comes out weak, his eyes resting on anything that wasn’t you. He can feel your eyes on his, feel the burn of your gaze. Despite feeling it, he chooses to ignore it.

Warnings: niki thinks about drinking from a stranger, they kinda have a toxic relationship lol, riki goes to feed off reader at the end (i think thats it)

Word count: 546

A/n: short and sweet post - 🪐

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He’s hungry. The feeling is deep in his bones, clawing at his bones and flowing through his blood like it belonged there. It sat like a pit in his stomach that he simply couldn’t ignore for much longer. With nowhere else to turn, Riki couldn’t help but find himself at the front door of your apartment.

Riki stares at the door, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as his fist hovers over it. A part of him wants to pull back and find some poor soul on the street to feed from. But he can’t. Not after having a taste of you. A taste of sin, one he was willing to repeat over and over again if it meant getting to feed from you.

Eventually Niki knocks, the sound is firm. Despite the feeling in his stomach telling him to leave, to just forget this and continue to be hungry. After a few minutes, the door opens and your frame is slowly revealed to him.

“Hey..” His voice is weak, and Niki can’t tell if it’s from hunger or from you. It’s been awhile since you two last saw each other. Something he couldn’t blame on anyone but himself, he knew this and he definitely knew you knew that. Just like he knows you both know why he’s here. It’s the same reason he was here a month ago, and the month before that. It’s the same reason he always turns up to your house.

Niki watches your face twist, watches as the door starts to suddenly close on his face. In a panic, his hand shoots out to stop it. His eyes dart up, locking with yours briefly, before they quickly look back down.

“Why should I let you in? This isn’t a blood bank, you can’t just show up when you need your fix and then leave after. I’m a human with feelings, something you obviously don’t understand.” That stings, and Riki hisses while pulling away from the door. He watches as you step back slightly at the noise, but nothing is said.

“I know what it’s like to be human. I was a human before I was a vampire.” His voice comes out weak, his eyes resting on anything that wasn’t you. He can feel your eyes on his, feel the burn of your gaze. Despite feeling it, he chooses to ignore it.

His eyes dart around, suddenly becoming aware of the fact that he was standing in the hallway. Riki forces his eyes to meet yours before he’s pushing his way past you and into your apartment. The door closes and a long silence follows that Niki is the first to break.

“It’s either I feed with you, or feed on a random stranger on the street. I’m not doing that, and I know you don’t want me doing that.” Niki steps closer to you, his hand moving to move hair from your neck while his eyes fall down to it.

“Come on, baby. I’m starving here.” He leans down, brushing his lips against the skin of your neck. Riki feels you shiver before he hears the sigh, but he knows he has you where he needs you.

Because no matter what, you two always come running back to each other.

[renlyslittlerose]

anything with obi-wan taking care of his teenage or older padawan, if you please!

Thanks, anon! I went with the classic 'Someone Gets Sick' trope! Hope you enjoy! 😌

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Anakin didn’t feel so good.

It had started with a pounding headache early in the morning that didn’t go away even after a cup of tea and meditation. It slipped between his eyes, pulsing between his brows, worse whenever he moved his head or sneezed or dared to speak. Then came the sinus pain followed by an increasing ache in his joints, persistent no matter how he sat or walked. Finally, his throat began to hurt, scratchy and raw, every swallow and attempt at speaking making him wince in pain.

He wasn’t sure where he got it, but wanted to blame one of the kids he was forced to sit with at the dining hall a few days ago. She kept sniffling into her soup and rubbing at her eyes, all the while claiming it was just the pollen in the air that was making her look so gross.

Anakin didn’t believe her at the time, and now he knew why.

He wished he could just spend the day in his bed, wrapped up in the blankets with the blinds closed and the sun put away. But he was two systems away from the Temple and instead on some small planet in the mid-rim, helping his Master secure a peace deal between two warring communities that had finally decided to bury the blade beneath the blood soaked ground. They had demanded an impartial mediator - a Jedi - who could see to the proceedings, and of course the Council picked Master Kenobi.

Anakin had been excited for the mission. Not only would he get a chance to get away from the constraints of life at the Temple, but he’d have another chance to prove himself to Master Kenobi. He knew he wasn’t the best student. He chaffed beneath the restrictions placed upon him, buckled under the weight of his destiny, said and did things that were unbecoming of a Jedi. He wasn’t as deferent as he should have been, wasn’t as careful as he could have been, and somehow always managed to say the wrong things despite his best efforts.

But he wanted to show to Obi-Wan that he was a good Padawan, despite his many, many mess-ups over the years. He just needed for everything to fall in place, and he thought maybe this would be the mission where everything went well. He wouldn't talk back, Obi-Wan wouldn’t get annoyed or frustrated, and their mission would be a complete success. But then he got sick.

Force-touched his ass - more like cursed by the Force for his mere existence.

But he was determined to make it through. It was just a minor illness; nothing a Jedi in training couldn’t handle. He’d just swallow as little as possible, never speak, and hope that the room stopped spinning.

“Anakin?”

Looking up from the swirling tile floor, Anakin blinked back the wave of nausea that sloshed through him. Obi-Wan was peering at Anakin with some concern from across the courtyard, while the politician next to him paused her idle chatter to assess the situation.

“Yes, Master?” he asked, purposefully lowering his voice in an attempt to make it hurt a little less.

“Are you alright?” Obi-Wan asked. He took a step forward, as if to touch Anakin’s brow, but Anakin stepped back.

“I’m alright,” Anakin said quickly, despite how it hurt. The room continued to swim, and for a second Anakin felt totally disconnected from his body - as if his consciousness was levitating outside of his skeleton. “I just… I just didn’t sleep well.”

He attempted a smile. No one smiled back.

“Anakin, if you’re feeling—”

“I’m fine, Master.”

Don’t send me away. Please don’t send me away. I can do this. I can be a proper Padawan and see to my duties no matter the struggle.

Obi-Wan’s brows furrowed further, and this time he moved before Anakin could even think to step away. His grip was firm around his wrist, and Anakin bit back another wave of nausea as it roiled up and collided with his fear.

“Anakin, your heart is beating rapidly,” Obi-Wan said. With his other hand he pressed it against Anakin’s brow, a soft ‘tsk’ slipping past his lips that Anakin could barely hear over the sound of his heartbeat. “You’re running a fever. How long have you been feeling this way?”

Anakin was about to answer, but then the room suddenly went very dark.

XXX

He was woken by the sound of something beeping in the distance. It was steady and continuous - soothing almost, in its dedication to maintaining a certain rhythm. Beneath him he could feel sheets and soft bedding, and around him he could smell the unmistakable scent of disinfectant. He didn’t have to open his eyes to know he was in a sickbay of some sort, or maybe a hospital. He hoped for the sickbay on the ship - it was less embarrassing that way.

Shifting slightly, he was surprised to find his head didn’t feel like it was about to fall off, and when he swallowed, it ached only a little. Taking in a deep breath, he opened his eyes and took in the ceiling above.

It was the sickbay. Small favours there.

Rolling on to his side, Anakin’s eyes adjusted to the low light of the room. Next to him was a monitor that tracked his heartbeat, creating the steady beat that he’d found soothing moments ago.. On the small bedside table, Anakin saw a variety of opened bacta tubes that had long since been emptied, along with now-cold bone broth and various pill bottles.

Gaze wandering further, he took in the rest of the room before his eyes landed on Obi-Wan.

He was sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, a datapad open on his lap that he was reading through. His long hair had fallen out of its normal hold, a lock of it hanging in front of his eyes that Anakin knew he’d been struggling to keep tucked away. His brows were furrowed, his focus locked on the datapad, but when Anakin tugged at their bond he immediately looked up.

“Anakin,” he said in a rush. Standing, he dropped the datapad on the chair before he approached Anakin. Sitting on the edge of Anakin’s bed, his hand hovered above Anakin’s own for a moment, before he dropped it back down to his lap and squeezed it into a fist. “How are you feeling?”

Better, Anakin should have said, but instead he replied with: “I’m sorry.”

Obi-Wan’s expression softened. “Sorry for what?”

“For failing as your Padawan. I know how important this mission was to you - how much you wanted to see the war come to an end. And I messed it all up.”

“Oh, Anakin…” This time Obi-Wan did reach out to him, fingertips gentle across his brow and down the side of his face. It was brief. So brief Anakin thought he had made it up. He longed for more of it; of Obi-Wan’s touch, his concern, his affection. Kriff, how he missed his mum. “You didn’t ruin the mission. I dare say we weren’t really needed after all. They’d already agreed to the terms of their ceasefire. They merely wanted us there as a symbolic gesture.”

Obi-Wan’s words didn’t make it any better. Anakin didn’t care about the mission’s objective and if it was a success or not - he’d still failed Obi-Wan.

“I made a scene,” he said.

Obi-Wan shrugged. “Did I ever tell you about the time I threw up on Master Qui-Gon’s lap when I was fifteen?”

Despite himself, Anakin smiled. “No.”

“Well, remind me to regale you with the tale when you’re better. I don’t want to uh, inspire anything in you.”

“Okay.”

A moment passed with Obi-Wan’s gaze sitting heavy on Anakin, before he spoke again. “Anakin… you need to let me know when you’re feeling unwell. I need you to trust me with these things.”

Tears welled up despite himself, and he brushed them away with the heel of his hand. “I didn’t want to be an inconvenience.”

“Anakin…” Obi-Wan took his hand in his own, making it impossible for Anakin to hide his shame. Locking eyes, Obi-Wan kept Anakin focused on him. His touch was firm, his gaze intense. “You are my Padawan, Anakin. Your health, your happiness, your successes and your failures are as much mine as they are yours.” He squeezed Anakin’s hand until it almost hurt. “You are never an inconvenience - not now, not ever. You understand?”

Anakin nodded. “Yes, Master.”

“Trust me to take care of you…”

“Yes, Master.”

“And I’ll trust you to do the same, alright?”

He nodded again. The tears were flowing freely then, and as soon as Obi-Wan let go of his hand he brushed it over his cheeks, trying to wipe away his tears. Standing, Obi-Wan sent Anakin a smile that made Anakin’s heart monitor beep irregularly for a moment.

“This galaxy is lonely enough as it is, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said. “Lets not overburden ourselves by trying to shoulder it alone.”

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[kiskivmiske]

I remember reading a doc that called out an artist for "inflation" and muscle fetish. I opened the art where muscle growth fetish is supposed to be and Sunny has exactly one line on her thigh and one on her ankle to show muscles like on the picture (government blocked the majority of non-russian websites so I can't find the exact image)

And the "inflation" turned out to be separate pictures of Umber and Smolder(????) with maybe a little thicker neck than on book reference lineart

But I don't entirely blame people for jumping to the conclusion of fat=fetish art, because fat characters, both in WOF and other fandoms are almost always watered down to "good jokes, always hungry". And looks like few people expect to see fat characters existing outside of either fetish or jokes.

Like 99% of jokes about Clay are food jokes. And even Tui for the most part treats him like that. In the lost heir half of his interactions are eating or asking for food. "Oh I'm gonna meet my parents guys" "Are we gonna eat" "Oh look guys, a summer palace" "Where summer kitchen?"

Even in Jackie Chan Adventures, Tohru, who has one of, if not the most complex character arcs in the series, going from a violent gang member to an emotionally distant ally to basically the mom of the group has a fair amount of food jokes.

That's an issue in many fandoms. A character can be a total asshole as long as they have one redeeming quality "This is my blorbo, he killed 2798317903 puppies because his dad didn't love him. Vote him to be Tumblr sexyman." But god forbid a fat character has a personality OTHER than being fat. That's propaganda, dude. Next time you'll say genocide is okay.

Many animals fatten up naturally. Fat is an energy storage for times of food shortage, stress, long migrations and competition with other animals. So, basically, dragons who are mostly living in the conditions of a war where they're constantly moving, fighting, often going in rather questionable territories like desert, volcanoes, ocean or tundra would eat to get more fat stored when giving an option. We know that it isn't very likely that our society will crumble tomorrow and we will be sent to our death to the North Pole or some shit, so we can skip this meal. You can afford eating regularly. But for dragons that's a normal daily life, as grim as it is.

Morrowseer and Deathbringer who wander the farthest would definitely grow a tummy to make up for life on barren island where you have nothing but carrion and occasional birds. Dragons also fly over the ocean, and that would require a ton of energy with very few vegan no sugar no gluten zero calories food kiosks on their way.

You can be captured and put in a gladiator arena for months with rain water diet tomorrow, and what you're gonna do? Channel the spirit of celery you ate five days ago to start photosynthesis?

Same goes for warrior cats. For them it's safer to collect more fat during greenleaf than die of starvation the next bareleaf.

I'm not saying everyone is fat. Rainwings would obviously be mostly thin, because their life is closer to ours, they are always well fed and live in stability. They don't need to pack extra energy to go. But for an average dragon being chubby when the prey is abundant and they aren't currently in war action, isn't that unrealistic.

Don't get me started on blubber and fat soluble hormones (Which is why caterpillars get fatter before metamorphosis. And realistically Silkwings should also fatten up at least a bit before growing four extra limbs. Like, this energy for transformation isn't coming out of nowhere)

"Hgnhghg good luck dying of heart stroke at 20"

Being so fat you can't bend down, squat, fit in a seat or God forbid walk is unhealthy and will totally cause problems down the line, but having 10-15 extra kilograms, which don't restrict your movements or affect your lifestyle will not immediately put you on threshold of untimely death, if you make sure to exercise and make sure your diet is diverse. And do regular checkups.

You're about as likely do die of cancer at a young age, because ecology is fucked. And especially if you have people in your ancestry who had cancer.

Also if you acknowledge the existence of fat characters outside of food jokes doesn't mean you're fat and projecting your insecurities and living vicariously through the character because you has no life outside of your gaming chair as someone in replies is implying.

Anytime I see art of WoF dragons as fat. It’s always look sideways. Cause like, it’s never in a “normal” way. It’s always in a fetishy way. Why are you making fetish art of minors

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[harkovsangel]

With all this current discourse going on, i just feel like i have to say that my blog is a safe space for dddne writers and readers even if i dont write nor engage with those fics.

I also feel like just saying that there is a difference between stating your opinions and harassing writers or continuing to talk indirect shit about said writers on your blog. Its also backwards to blame women for misogyny. Thats such a gross thing to do. The current state of the world is fucked up, now is not the time to pit against other women and whine continuously online about fanfiction genres that have been around forever. now is a time to sympathize, understand and support these people. I feel like as a whole people should actually be doing more to spread awareness or help with these issues. donate, spread charities etc.

Another observation i just want to add to light is that dddne writers have been harassed for their content for years, especially in the obx fandom from what i’ve observed. They would always say ‘just scroll!’ and no one would listen and no one would support them. But now that dddne writers or readers are giving these people their same attitude they should just scroll? And now everyone is saying to just scroll? Why shouldn’t specific writers who harassed dddne writers not have just scrolled? Why do these writers still have platforms and support?

Its also super weird to make a serious post about misogyny, and then make a ‘joke’ “make rafe great again”, referencing a corrupt, sexist, racist and genuinely horrid man, no matter what way you meant it. It also seems very hypocritical. trump just attacked iran and out of all things to do u choose to make a campaign(named after something he said) against a fanfiction trope instead of just scrolling or stating your opinion and moving on.

I get that what i say will have little affect on many people, but i really hope that the fandom will shut up and actually think and stop being so goddamn rude towards people. You guys all need to realize how absurd this situation is and stop being so infested in what others are into and their blog. You guys are KILLING this fandom. This isnt highschool stop gossiping like fifteen year olds. If you dont like someone or something block them and move on, that applies to everyone in the fandom.(and before people say, ‘people in this fandom are young!!’ so are people in the squid game fandom and they aren’t even close to this fucking bad).

[dinerdweller]

this is gonna be a long one but I have a hell of an idea for biker! johnny x school friend! reader🙏

so essentially, pony and reader are like really close, sorta like how he and Johnny are in the book. They’re always hanging out, but she’s never met the gang. So one might, he brings her down to the bar to introduce them to the name they’ve heard so much about. They get to know one another and all that jazz, but the one person who can’t seem to stop thinking of her is Johnny. Inevitably, they start hanging out, blah blah blah, they start falling for each other, but pony notices. And he gets pissed. He tells Johnny to “quit stealin’ his best friend,” so Johnny lays off, despite having been one shared glance away from kissing her. But reader notices the fact he keeps ignoring her. The fact he doesn’t come to her place when his parents are fighting. The fact he doesn’t walk her to school anymore. It tears her to shreds — and Pony once again notices. He also notices Johnny’s now cold and quiet. Too quiet. So then he sets them up or something and they get to be cute and kiss and be all silly 😋

(holy fuckin shit this is long 😖🥀💔)

Hello, I Love You

Johnny Cade x school friend! reader

notes: been in a slump after exams tbh, hope this isn't terrible >.<

wc: 1.4k cw: none I think, slight mentions of smoking & drinking ig

The world was ending. Or, at least, that's what it felt like to Pony. He had messed up, can you blame him? He just wanted to keep his friends, not lose them to each other.

It wasn't like Ponyboy had many friends at school; they all cowered away from his greasy hair and biker jacket, which is why meeting you was such a blessing. You didn't care who his friends were or what he got up to outside of school, you didn't even care about how he dressed. You never judged the clothes that hung loosely on him or the shoes he always wore with multiple holes in them, you never judged the amount he smoked or the language he used, you didn't even mind that he was the youngest boy in school. You were a blessing to him.

That's why he finally took the plunge into inviting you to meet his friends. His greasy, slimy, no-good biker friends who swore like sailors and fought like their lives depended on it. And you were looking forward to it. It was always hard work trying to find out about them through Ponyboy, he was never proud of how they acted and didn't feel the need to answer all your questions. This was a big deal.

The smoke filled your lungs as soon as you stepped into the bar. Not the kind you were used to, it was cheap smoke that sent you into a cough which you were trying to be subtle with. Ponyboy led you through the curious, perverted eyes of men who looked like they should be back home with their wives and kids (who probably weren't much younger than you) but instead spent their time drinking and riding.

You both approached a table crowded with seats, which were filled with loud boys and beer bottles that the bar girls hadn't bothered to take away yet, cluttering the small surface. Ponyboy obnoxiously cleared his throat to grab their attention; it worked, and suddenly an abundance of eyes were on you.

"Hey guys, this is my friend-" Ponyboy began before being interrupted by multiple of his friends at once.

"You have other friends? Not cool man."

"Your friend is a chick? This kid pulls more than me, it ain't fair."

"So, how did you find the money to get her to hang around you?"

"Look at how much he's grown, feel like a proud mother right now."

"Stop it, you know Pony's friend was a girl so stop teasin' him. Y'all are givin' me a headache." The oldest one finally speaks, louder than the others. They shut up, but still quietly chuckle to themselves. Only one of them had stayed quiet this whole time, just smirking at the other's words, he was the one who took your interest. He was different; he was not loud or shy, just silent, he wasn't nursing a drink or rushing through his pack of cigarettes as quickly as others and he certainly didn't look as well groomed as the others. Maybe that's what drew you to him. His tousled, yet still greased, hair, his bruised hands and swollen eye, his worn denim jacket and the shirt that looked ever so slightly big on his slim frame. It hit you, hard; the realisation that he hadn't even said a word and yet you were infatuated with him.

You hadn't even realised that Pony was nearly done with introductions.

"And this is Johnny Cade." He smiled, a tiny smile but one that made your heart flutter. One of them, Sodapop, you think, pulled up a chair between him and Johnny for you. You were shoulder to shoulder at this point, he was warm but was against the idea of taking his jacket off when you suggested. He must be one of those who believe in never taking off their colours. That's when the conversations started, they were so natural with him, never feeling pressured to continue or shamed for taking a break, he was so naturally caring towards you which didn't help with your fast-growing crush.

It was about an hour later when you started the walk home, a certain greaser by your side. He must've enjoyed talking to you as much as you did him; the offer of the company was unexpected and it seemed it was to him too, he blurted it out the second you stood up. Not that you minded either, his voice was soothing and his presence even more so.

That's how it all started.

It became routine to hear three taps on your window nearly every night, Johnny being battered and seeking some time of shelter. He even started showing up to school more often, walking you every day even if he didn't make it past the front gates. The time you two spent together became more and more, no one batted an eye when you would walk into the bar anymore because Johnny would be by your side. But Ponyboy noticed too.

And he didn't like it.

It faded out. No, it suddenly ended, all of it. He didn't come to your house anymore, instead making peace with the sludgy floor at the lot and his jacket wrapped tightly around him. You were late to school, waiting for him as long as you could until your father forcefully told you to get out and get to class, he didn't go to school that day, or since. The only reason you knew he was even alive was because of Ponyboy, and when you visited the bar after that first day.

Everything was the same, kind of. Ponyboy didn't seem happy to be bringing you, but he hadn't been in a good mood for a while. As you approached, Johnny didn't even look up, he didn't grab you a chair or offer you a drink. Something was weird.

"Hi Johnny, you okay?" You ask, standing awkwardly next to him. 

"Mhm." He moved his eyes around the room, anywhere but you. It was painful and everyone could feel it. You tried to talk to him and offered to go for a walk only to be met with short, dry answers. It wasn't long before you found a cue to leave.

It was killing not only you but Johnny too. His heart silently shattered at his behaviour, but he just wanted to do what was best for Ponyboy.

It was only the day before all of this that Pony had even told Johnny about how he was feeling. It all just came out in one angry burst after hearing all day from you about Johnny just to then have Johnny do the same.

"Stop it, man! Quit stealin' my best friend, go find a girl on your own." He fumes, puffing on his cigarette to try to calm down. That's why Johnny backed off, not wanting to upset Ponyboy more than he already had.

It took a few days for the selfish joy to wear off of Pony for him to see how much it impacted you both. At lunch you barely talked anymore, pushing around the food on your plate before just putting it in the bin. And Johnny crawled back inside of himself, just like how he acts when he is vulnerable; it was the same way he acted after those socs jumped him a couple of months ago. When Pony noticed this, he felt terrible.

He really fucked up this time, guilt was eating at him. That's why he decided to get over himself and get you two reunited.You weren't very happy at his begging for you to come to the bar with him.

"Look, Ponyboy. I don't think this is a good idea-"

"No, it is! You won't have to go inside I just wanna pick something up." He was practically dragging you along before coming to a stop, leaving you outside while he ran in. It was only a minute or two later when he came back outside, Johnny Cade behind him.

"Hey," Johnny says, looking down at his feet. Ponyboy quietly slips back inside, not that either of you noticed.

"Hi."

"Look, I really am sorry. Ponyboy was sayin' I was taking you from him and I didn't want to get in his way. I'm barely in school, he needs someone to sit with." Nerves were vibrating off him as he spoke, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, a sheepish look on his face.

"I should've guessed. I wish you just told me, I was worried sick I messed up." You admit, smiling softly at him.

"No, you definitely didn't."

"So, we're okay?" You ask, stepping closer to him.

"More than okay." The blush was pigmented on both of your cheeks and he was smiling too now. That's when he came towards you and leaned in.

[pwrshklightning]

Is Antizionism Antisemitism? I’d argue it isn’t.

So, first of all, we should establish some facts.

1. Jews are not a monolith

2. Nation-states are not people

3. Governments, while in democratic countries (Israel, US, most of Europe, etc.) represent the people, don’t always do or are what the people want.

Now that I’ve gotten facists to disagree with me already, let’s begin in the 30’s

One of the many campaign strategies used by the nazis to get elected was the blaming of a certain group of people. They used terms like ‘cultural Bolshevism’ and ‘banking elite’ and said the Jews were these groups. Obviously, this is a load of bunk.

But there were some Jews that were in banking at the time. There were probably Jewish communists at the time. But let me ask you this. If there is indeed are a few Jews is the places that literally Hitler said, was or is that representative of all Jews?

Let us turn to the modern day. Israel holds about 48% of the Jewish population, granted. But the US holds like 40%-ish of us. Israel, whether we like it or not, has indeed done some shit they probably could have afforded to not do. They hold a government that is worldwide unpopular, propped up by the forever war the English and Americans started by (let’s face it) making a new state in an extremely strategic area for trade and the like.

But is Israel all Jews? No. We know this, we keep calling for the people to stop conflating Jews and Israel when there is a rise in antisemitic hate crimes, so why do we do it? We keep dismissing criticism of the path Israel is on as antizionist and antisemitic, but Israel isn’t perfect. I ask you, what has Israel done, in the context of the most recent war, that others have also done? Russia would certainly approve, considering they’re doing the same to Ukraine.

We have all heard of the alleged great soldier to civvie casualty rate. But who is our source? Israel? The government that is (1) involved and (2) has a solid reason to lie for their benefit? Israel, backed bipartisanly by the US (point one politician to me in government that criticizes Israel and what they say) has been using a lot of bombs. If they wanted their people home, maybe they could, I don’t know, use the satellite data America would give if they asked? Israel is looking at a tiny, tiny part of even their already small country, and the satellites America has are über powerful, enough to detect 0.5 litres of water per minute, so why can’t they be used to find a person, even the 50 remaining hostages (at last count)?

In summary, anti-zionism is not the same as antisemitism, because Jews are not a monolith and the criticism, even opposition to the actions of a state, don’t necessarily mean that the state’s official ethnicity is being wiped out.

[honeyhour]

though she’s not sure she agrees with that particular judgement, este is perfectly content to pretend otherwise and continue forward. if he truly thinks that she’s brimming with charm then he certainly won’t be hearing any arguments from her. maybe if she starts believing it enough, it will help it come true. “yeah? well, that’s a relief... with the way you were treated, i can understand why it might be difficult sometimes to believe this type of stuff — that you’re cared for or even that someone might finally stick around — and i don’t blame you for not always knowing what to say when i try to remind you of that. so long as a part of you knows it’s true, that’s good enough for me.” if she’s remembering correctly, she’s pretty sure one of the first things she ever told jesper about herself was that she doesn’t lie and she still stands by that. none of the compliments or reassurance she’s given him has ever been fake or exaggerated. truth is, he’s stuck with her until he decides to throw her out himself. “mm, that's lucky… anything else you love that i should know about?” for now, all the dread and stress from earlier today can be set aside to let her focus on the positives in her life instead. having jesper’s arms around her is definitely one of them, easily bringing a fond smile to her face as she responds in kind and rather predictably toys with the hair at the nape of his neck, though she’s careful not to mess it up all over again. “i’d like to keep being a good girlfriend if i can help it.”

"you have a lot of charm. i'll definitely do better in reassuring you about it." the more he's privy to her careabouts, the easier it'll be to check off the boxes that'll push him to being just an average boyfriend to a good boyfriend. besides, it's not fair that he's always on the receiving end of that sort of reassurance since este is practically a natural. if she thinks she's lacking in any fashion then jesper is merely not doing his part to convey how well she's treating him. "i know you mean it, gorgeous. you've given me no reason to doubt you and i think that says a lot." his entire childhood was built on it after all, never knowing whether a thumbs up text from his father means a passing acknowledgement or that he'll actually show up to congratulate him in person at the next press conference. "i'm starting to see it, you know... how much you care for me." words are soft — sheepish as eyes close at the press of her lips, remaining in that state for a beat before they flutter open up at her. he's entirely humbled and at peace just being there, writing to memory the amount of care and attention she'd put into fixing his hair. if she's happy to put her best foot forward doing that, he definitely feels undeserving of the work she puts into the rest of their relationship. "come here," he murmurs, long arms snaking around her lower half to pull her close. her abdomen becomes a natural resting place for his head, not unlike how they're usually situated on the couch or bed, cuddling to their hearts' content. "i love when you play with my hair. that's a very good girlfriend thing to do, in my book."

[cleverstudentcheesecake]

Women will always be blamed and hated upon pointlessly, no matter where, how or when... even if it's a fiction and the women being mentioned here is a female dragon.

People really blame White Fury for breaking Hiccup and Toothless' bond!!??

First of all where are these people even watching the franchise?...did we watch the same show??...coz the franchise I watched nothing like "breaking Hiccup and Toothless' bond" ever happened!

Hiccup and Toothless had to let go of eachother for the betterment and safety of the Dragon kind!

That's one of the major takeaways from the 3rd movie...the world is not a safe place for those amazing, intelligent, gentle beasts!!

If you have to blame somebody... Blame Grimmel... Blame Drago... Blame human greed and insatiable thirst for power and control!!!

Where is the light fury blame even coming from??

Yes I agree that she was not kind or trustful towards Hiccup in the beginning...but what was she supposed to do???

All her life she has known humans to be cruel and dangerous!!

Human even hunted their kind to extinction... But she still came around when she finally witnessed Hiccup's kindness and love for Toothless.

It was Hiccup's descision to let go of Toothless. It was his descision to let themselves walk seperately and flourish in their own worlds...safely.

They are still friends, they still love each other...

Tell me after going through everything I blabbered in the first few paragraphs, why do you think light fury should be blamed???... What is the basis of this hatred???

Misogyny really transcends everything.

And before anybody comes running to me, commenting, "You are reading too much into the situation"... Believe me, I am not.

Light fury is blamed for the same reason many other female characters are blamed and hated upon pointlessly.